"...me," he agrees, sending a prayer up to whichever gods may hear it and wondering what the hell his drunk self did, here.

"You've got a whole lotta nerve showing your face here, after what you did."

"...I'm afraid I have no idea what it was that I did, but I am for what it's worth truly sorry."

The apology, more than anything, breaks the man's stride. He recovers quickly enough, though. "Sorry won't cut it, not while my Gleda is still out there, alone and afraid. You kidnapped her and sold her to a giant."

"—that sounds awful!" He did what. "I'm sorry, who's Gleda and where's this giant? I'm sure I can fix this."

Stride broken, again. "...well, you'd better fix it! Gleda's a prize-winning goat, she was my pride and joy, and now she's gone because of you."

A goat.

Why the fuck did he steal a goat and sell it to a giant.

......maybe the giant sold, uh, their toe? Some other toe they had lying around? For the goat?

"It's late, but if you give me directions in the morning to this giant I can get your goat back."

That... sufficiently mollifies him. He still looks annoyed but Ruby's reaction was, approximately, the best it could've been. "Fine. My farm's by the southeastern gate, be there at sun up." And that said, he turns back to his table and the people he's drinking with.

He's like 80% sure Sam laid some sort of enchantment on him or something. And also has terrifying time-travelling powers or something.

Regardless, he'll rent a room, study the Ethereal Horse spell some, then try to sleep early so he can be ready to... rescue a goat... at sun up.

The next morning the farmer, a man called Ennis, tells Ruby that he was blabbing incoherently about a staff and how he needed the giant's help with something and the giant wanted a goat. That accords with Ruby's hypothesis that he got the toe from the giant to fix the staff, but still, stealing a goat.

Anywho, the giant lives an about three hours' ride away from the village to the southeast, and he's lived there for years and never bothered anyone who didn't bother him back. If Ruby reads between the lines of what Ennis is saying, though, it seems like the giant is... known for certain proclivities. To put it bluntly, it seems to Ruby that Ennis thinks the giant probably wanted to fuck the goat.

Can a goat survive being fucked by a giant? Genuine question, Ruby actually has no idea how "giant" a giant is, but he doesn't want to bring the subject up; Ennis seems upset enough without him bringing up the possibility that the giant might've killed Gleda.

Well, nothing to it. He's gonna have to burn an Ethereal Horse on that because there is absolutely no way he is going to walk, especially if he might have to flee with a goat depending on what happens.

It's an uneventful ride, countryside vistas abound and nothing more. His ethereal steed doesn't tire, and can run at a steady trot without stopping to rest so he makes good time, and he can soon find the giant's lair—which turns out to be little more than a camp with a large tent, a permanent campfire, and a pen where he has three goats, a pile of firewood, and some other odds and ends. Gleda is easily recognisable as the goat with a bell around her neck, or so Ruby surmises.

The giant himself is about 11 or 12 feet tall—which isn't that gigantic, really, certainly not the mountainous creature Ruby had been fearing—and otherwise looks like a grey-skinned elf, with decorative scars and markings all over his body, which is visible because he is entirely nude. But there is absolutely no way a goat would survive a hard fuck with that. It's not even that big, relative to the giant's size, it's just that "not that big relative to 12 feet" is still most of Ruby's forearm, and thicker besides.

Ruby would be lying if he said there wasn't a part of him that was morbidly curious. He supposes it's fair to say by now that he has a size kink.

"Excuse me!" Ruby calls to the giant.

He looks up at Ruby and gives him a toothy grin, standing up to walk to him. "Ruby back! Ruby decide?"

"—I'm sorry?"

"Ruby visit! Ruby say need toe." It doesn't seem like the giant himself is missing any toes so presumably the toe is someone else's. Grisly. "Grok have toe, Grok say fuck Ruby for toe. Ruby say no time, other day maybe. Grok say find goat, Ruby bring goat. Grok no fuck goat yet, Grok hope Ruby. And Ruby back!"

...drunk Ruby seems to have been similarly tempted, apparently. Also, Grok wants to fuck him and he's—not not into the idea, not when Grok seems to enthusiastic about it, troubles with Cyrodilic* notwithstanding.

A solution presents itself.

It is perhaps not a smart solution. He's not gonna die of being fucked by a giant, unlike Gleda, but it's most certainly going to hurt like hell. The thought for some reason seems to be doing the opposite of dissuading him.

He's a masochist too, it turns out. At least when the pain comes from a double-digit long cock.

He now has an erection.

"Will Grok agree to return Gleda if Grok is allowed to fuck Ruby?" he says before he can chicken out.

(* The language of the Empire.)

He furrows his eyebrows then looks at his goats. "Gleda goat?" Back at Ruby. "Grok fuck Ruby, Ruby take goat?"

Whaaaat is he dooooooing this is a bad ideeeeeea his healing spell can absolutely cover any damage from being fucked by a giant or he wouldn't even be considering this but why is he in fact considering it this is a terrible idea.

He can't seem to bring himself to change his mind.

This is all Sam's fault.

"Y-yeah," Ruby tells Grok's dick.

Ruby isn't the only one who got hard from this conversation, although Grok is visibly a lot less self-conscious about it, and seems just happy to be there, entirely naked, massive erection pointing forward, dripping precum on the grass, and cheerful about fucking a hot guy. "Grok be careful. Grok no hurt Ruby!" he says, walking over to him and offering his—arms? Hands?

Ruby doesn't really trust Grok will be careful and he does trust he could deal even if Grok were being extremely rough, but it's reassuring nonetheless. He's not sure what Grok is reaching for, though, so he just... walks up to him?

Grok was reaching for Ruby himself, it seems, as he wraps both hands around Ruby's torso and lifts him up with ease.

...um.

He's starting to rethink his choices.

Haha who is he kidding he's absolutely not rethinking anything being manhandled by a giant who's about to use him as a cock sleeve is incredibly hot.

Grok doesn't seem to be familiar with the concept of "lubrication", though, so Ruby has to think very quickly about how to do it magically before Grok goes in raw. Um. Um??? Uhhhh okay elemental magic is a wash, water is a terrible lubricant, probably Alteration, oh gods oh gods Grok is angling his cock in ahhhh Ruby has no idea he'll just pull on some intuition and Conjure something and holy shit

ow

It worked, he's not sure what he did but it worked, Grok's cock slides into him very easily all the way to the hilt, which surprises the giant and has the unfortunate side effect that now Ruby's brain has been filled with the kind of white noise one can only experience when having one's insides rearranged.

Eventually, several days later, probably more like a couple of seconds later, Ruby is capable of conscious thought again, and the conscious thoughts he's having are all related to the fact that he's in an ungodly amount of pain and his cock is twitching like crazy and leaking more precum than he thought he could produce. The next conscious thought is that he should definitely maintain some passive regeneration here because that much pain can't possibly be good for him.

The third conscious thought is him noticing that Grok is in fact going at it with gusto, which realisation makes the pain even starker and almost makes him come right there.

Almost.

Not quite.

He doesn't want to come yet, he wants Grok to come first, he wants to hold onto this—this—whatever this feeling is, if he comes the post-nut clarity is gonna wreck his ability to enjoy being used like this and he does not want his ability to enjoy being used like this to be wrecked.

So he holds back, focuses on the unpleasant parts of the pain just enough that they run counter to the pleasure and temper it...

...and his next conscious thought is that he's been continuously moaning since Grok started, followed by the thought that he needs to not fall unconscious because he was moaning too much to remember to breathe.