"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.

Grok speeds up, and Ruby wonders what Grok would have been like if he weren't being careful. Would he have just, what—Ruby's not sure. He legitimately, honestly, is not sure. Because right this moment Grok is holding onto Ruby's ribs hard enough to bruise, holding him like he doesn't weigh anything, like he's just a fuckdoll, and he's moving his hips at the same time as he's moving Ruby, and he's going faster—

—he accidentally pulls all the way out of Ruby, and Ruby knows that he's just going to ram it back in again immediately and even knowing that's what's going to happen he still screams loudly enough to scare the goats, and he can't find it in himself to care. He just can't.

And he can't hold back anymore, either, he's seeing stars and he's fully lost control of himself and he comes comes comes and he just keeps coming, this is the best orgasm of his life (technically he doesn't know what his life before the amnesia was like but, you know) and by the time he's done he's covered in cum and precum and he's dimly aware that Grok is coming too, now.

Post-nut clarity is not happening. His brain is just full of noise, even as he feels himself get filled up with giant cum he can't think about it, or if he does think about it all he thinks is that this is good and correct, it's right that he's a giant's cum dumpster and nothing more, no more rational thought or feeling, just him and giant dick.

Things happen. His head is full of cotton and noise, and he doesn't quite notice things happening, and if he'd known he'd get this debilitated from that he probably wouldn't have suggested it, this is an amount of vulnerable one should never be. Thankfully, however, the giant is fond of him, and doesn't want to hurt him, so as his consciousness slowly seeps back into him he finds himself lying down on a bedroll in a tent, covered in sweat and cum, filled with more cum and feeling like it'll be a sennight before he'll be able to walk again, being cuddled by a giant who's humming tunelessly and cheerfully to himself.

...so. That happened.

What does he. Do. Now. Is it going to be awkward if he just wants to get up. He wasn't planning on spending the rest of his day cuddling a giant, even if the giant is very cute.

...nah, the giant is probably fine. "Hey Grok? I think I should get going, now. I kinda stole Gleda from someone and they're anxious to have her back."

"Grok give Ruby goat. Ruby good fuck! Grok happy Ruby back. Ruby back any time!"

...he thinks he followed all of that. "I'll keep that in mind, Grok. It was—" Horribly painful. Incredibly hot. The most intense experience he's ever had. "—fun."

"Ruby fun! Ruby good fuck. Grok happy."

And he cheerfully pushes himself up then goes to the pen to grab Gleda for Ruby.

Right, then. That's that.

...how did he bring Gleda all the way here? Gleda isn't as fast as a horse, there's no way he just... walked... is there?

Well, he could always ride the horse and Telekinesis Gleda. He might need to stop a few times to let his Magicka regenerate, but that'll still be faster than walking. Yeah, sure, he'll do that. He can study the horse spell while he does, he think he's nearing the point where he'll be able to start experimenting with casts.

Ennis is absolutely ecstatic to see Gleda again—and relieved by no small measure. It seems that regardless of whether Ruby himself brought it up, the possibility that Gleda could've died had in fact crossed his mind.

He also, uh, notices that Ruby is very sticky, and draws some inferences.

"I hope you, uh, had fun with the giant. I still don't understand why you stole her. Here—you left a note, but it's gibberish."

"It's complicated. And my drunk self wasn't at his smartest." He accepts the note and tries to make sense of it, but it is in fact mostly gibberish.

But what little he can read... "Whiterun. I went to Whiterun?" And who's Ysolda?