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The Giant of Sanmarand Chapter 2: His First Experiment For Txeptirea By Draconicon

Several days passed, during which time Asher learned the bounds and freedoms that he was allowed on the island. The city of Sanmarand was hardly large, perhaps no more than thirty paces from one side to another, which he has measured with Nahplim's permission on his second day on the island. The streets had cleared, giving him room to walk with one foot in front of the other, though many proclaimed that the smell was nearly unbearable.

When the magical rodent was not in attendance, his freedoms were sharply restricted, leaving him under the guard of a hundred fifty mouse archers, each having proven their accuracy and range to him upon arrival. Should he move beyond the space allowed to him - a plot of land scarcely four paces per side - he would be fired upon.

With the court wizard at his side, his movements were controlled, but he was allowed to move about the island. The husky never ceased to be amazed at the sights, from the cows that were barely as large as three of his fingers to chickens that could be pinched - and killed, if he was not careful - between two fingers. The mice themselves would have been easy to destroy, if he was a killer. But he was not, so they were safe.

Nahplim told him about the history of the island, of how Sanmarand had been at war with several neighboring islands for a good four moons by now. Of how their fleets sailed through the waters daily, pushing back raiders and others that would do harm to the grand kingdom. Nahplim suggested that perhaps the husky could be of use for this, at some point, but the mouse was cagey and cunning, never revealing more than he had to.

Soon, the dawn of his seventh day upon the island came, and Nahplim was there to greet him. The mouse sat upon his chest, the golden scepter at the ready. Asher had long since given up resisting his host's control, but Nahplim never lowered his guard. He began to wonder if he ever would.

"What brings you here today, Nahplim?"

"It is time for my first experiment. Up."

The mouse didn't have to use the scepter; Asher rose at the command, and the mouse climbed upon his shoulder. A tail pointed towards the east.

"In that direction is a small area I have customized for our needs. March."

He nodded and began his slow, careful steps across the land. Even at his slowest pace, he could outdistance any of the mice in short order, but it made it easy for them to get out of the way. The husky, even aside from the ruling of the king, did not wish harm on the smaller creatures; to use his height and his size against them would have been far from gentlemanly.

He walked, and he walked, until Nahplim halted him with a tug on his ear. The mouse gestured, and the husky's hand came up, acting like a platform for the wizard as he hopped onto it and started climbing down to the ground. Asher stood in place, glancing around.

It was not a large portion of land. Perhaps half the size of the place he was restricted to, at other times, it was nonetheless flatter. The sand and grass had been cleared away, leaving a sort of packed earth. He knelt upon it, getting more comfortable as the mouse wizard cleared through his things. He reached underneath some nearby grass, and slowly pushed something clear of it.

If Asher had been forced to describe it, he would have called it a cauldron, though of a rougher and dirtier design than he had ever seen back home. It was uneven inside, more paneled and rocky than the smooth interior of civilized people, and it was nearly twice the size of the magician. It rested on a wheeled platform, which Nahplim pushed all the way to the edge of the husky's area.

He offered to help, but the mouse shook his head, working alone until it was in its proper place. Nahplim panted as he leaned against the edge of the cauldron, his robes damp and his face shiny. The mouse heaved, catching his breath before looking up.

"This is where we will collect what I need. I have long been working on a potion, for myself and the King and his family."

"What nature of potion do you require? I know of several."

"Immortality. The Kings of every island are related to one another, and the claims upon the thrones are as tied to bloodline as ambition. Should my King outlive the others, then the thrones will eventually fall to him by right."

"And you as his advisor, as he ascends the throne?"

"Judge me not, giant. You stand outside of our time; to you, I imagine, our lives mean as little as a twinkling of an eye."

Such a thing was, perhaps, truer than he would admit. Asher had been shocked to learn that the King of Sanmarand was scarcely three hundred moons old, which translated to a mere twenty five years for him. To look so old, ancient, decrepit in so short a time; their generations were far shorter than his own.

Nahplim flicked his scepter, and Asher felt the tingle of magical control slide over his hands. It spread further and further, all the way up his shoulders, until his arms were in the control of the court wizard once more. He cleared his throat.

"What shall I be harvesting for you? I cannot imagine I can give what you cannot collect on your own."

"You have something all your own, giant. I have searched for it for many long years, ever since I translated the potion recipe. It required many things; the spines of the ocean's urchins, the feathers of the great white bird, the tears of the morning rain. All these and more it required, but there was one item that would never be found on this island. Never, until your arrival."

Asher's hands moved without his consent, darting to the ragged remnants of his pants. They worked at the ties of the waist, pulling at the wet leather that barely held itself together. The husky's cheeks burned in sudden humiliation, and he struggled to stand up, his torso swinging from side to side in a vain effort to dislodge his fingers from his pants.

"What is this? You cannot mean to -"

"But I do, oh giant. Your seed is the final ingredient for the potion. And I need much."

His own fingers betrayed him, thrusting his ragged clothing down around his ankles and pinning him in place if he didn't want to trip. Against his commands, his fingertips stroked around his manhood, stirring it to life with familiar touches. It grew, and grew, and grew, until it stood up taller than the mouse that controlled him.

Nahplim stared, and for a moment, he felt a burst of arousal. It was impressive, he imagined, to stare up at a giant whose manhood alone outclassed one's height. His stroking, for a second, became genuine.

Then he remembered just what he was pushed for, and he groaned. He tried to turn, but the scepter flicked again, and his knees tingled as they bent, forcing him down again. More and more control was taken from him, until he was laid on all fours like an animal, his hips thrust forward so that the tip of his shaft slipped into the top of the cauldron.

He glanced at his captor, his cheeks burning as Nahplim waved his scepter up and down, up and down, moving it faster and faster as his hand sped along his shaft. He could already feel it twitching, begging for release, the husky panting and shivering as his need was used against him. So long without privacy had left him unable to touch, and now, now he had much to give.

"Surrender it, giant. It will be used for a better purpose than you could ever understand."

"What...what purpose...AH!"

He panted, shivering, dripping his clear juices into the tiny cauldron. The mouse stepped forward, the golden rod poking into the husky's sac gently. It nudged him even further, leaving his shaft to grind against the interior of the cauldron. Rough, but pleasurable, it edged him further than ever.

"Life, giant. Life, and peace. Now, stroke yourself, and give me what I need."

Asher wished nothing more than to hold back, as the task had become humiliation itself. The mouse pushed him, however, and the magic was too strong to resist. Barely a few minutes later, he thrust against his hand, and felt his body give in. A deep, low moan escaped his lips, and he shuddered as his dripping turned to a flood of white. The cauldron filled around the tip of his shaft, and he was forced out of it quickly.

He was made to stroke and squeeze himself until all of his juices had been drained, until he no longer even dripped into the cauldron. Only then did Nahplim release him, allowing him to kneel down and recover. The husky panted and shivered as the rodent carried many vials to the cauldron, pouring them in and throwing the containers away.

"This is what I have been waiting for...life eternal for me, and my King."

"Is this...is this all you need?"

"We shall see, giant. We shall see. The old texts proclaimed that such a potion would need to be imbibed daily, to ensure that life everlasting would remain. But we have come so far already; perhaps there is a way that I may make a longer lasting potion. If such a miracle occurs, then perhaps one day, you might leave."

"One -"

"Until then, you will be relieved by me every day, to ensure that the potion continues to work. The King is already near his deathbed. Should he survive another two moons, we will know that the potion works."

"And...if it doesn't?"

Nahplim's silence was answer enough for him. Should he fail, then he, at least, would never be allowed to leave. He could only imagine what the fate for the court wizard would be.

The End