<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Giga's Tent<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Sex-Having<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Noah, Maria<br/><br/>Giga's lips found Maria's neck, kissing the pale flesh with restrained, urgent desire. The back that Maria touched rose and fell rapidly, as Giga breathed quickly to fuel his massive frame. His skin was rather warm to the touch, and he exuded a great amount of heat into the small woman beneath him and into the tent's interior. Slowly Giga inched himself forward, taking every fraction of entrance into Maria as slowly as he could. With some fortune, the combination of Noah's saliva and Maria's own wetness would help to ease the penetration into the redhead's soft, small body. Because she was going to be penetrated. Depending on her reaction, Giga might lose interest and stop if she played dead fish or showed too much discomfort and displeasure, but that would not be quick in transpiring. Giga groaned into Maria's neck, lips and tongue working over the expanse of skin there with a delicate expertise. He was pressed up closely to her, pressing her breasts to his chest as he slowly worked himself into her sex. The throb of Giga's pulse hammered against Maria's inner walls, communicated by the thick, veined cock of the raider. Every heart beat sent a pulse through every vein and ridge outward into Maria's inner folds. Soon, more and more of her canal was touched by this deeply primal rhythm, the progress of which ultimately suffused all of the space within Maria's small, slender body. Giga managed to work himself as deeply into Maria's body as he could: the broad, spongy head of his dick hit Maria's cervix and Giga halted, knowing that he had reached the end of her. Though, this was not the end of him; more of his length rested without and would find no home in the tightness of Maria's warmth.<br/><br/>Giga rested there, emitting a noise that was almost a growl. He reared back up, resting in a position almost like kneeling but not quite; missionary between the two of them forced Giga into an uncomfortable position given the disparity in height. There were possibilities that offered him greater comfort, but they would mean crushing Maria with his weight and, as such, were discarded. He licked his lips and stared down at Maria, his eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the tent. She seemed so beautiful; her fair skin caught what little light there was and seemed to glow so wonderfully. The large raider wiggled his hips a little, allowing himself a small groan of pleasure at the tightness of her sex clenched so tightly about him. Giga reached a hand down between them, splaying it on her lower belly and then sliding it so that his thumb could find the young woman's clit, and he played with that to help, inasmuch as was possible, to cut the pain his impalement of her would cause with some pleasurable stimulation.<br/><br/>The raider turned his torso, and with the other hand gestured for Noah to come closer. "Kiss her or me." Giga said. Either was acceptable, but he was feeling good enough to offer Noah some measure of agency in his participation. Giga closed his eyes and lolled his head back slightly, taking a moment to enjoy the pleasure of Maria's body. It was, really, a good reason to be gentle: if he raped her to death, then he would not be able to enjoy this in the future. He needed control not just for her sake but to hold back when he would eventually climax; Giga was not especially interested in knocking Maria up. One Giga was more than enough - the world did not need a Giga Jr. running around, following his father into battle with a pair of carbines.