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Defying Certain Death Part 16

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Characters in Distress; Unwilling Prey; Fatal Vore; Violence; Torture

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett was confused, but that was happening a lot since he met Hope. It had been a whole week since he took her to town to get amazing clothing and she hadn’t seemed to cheer up or start to trust him at all. Twice he caught her sneaking off; including the same night he bought her clothes. Why hadn’t pretty new clothing made her like him more? It happened again when he brought her supplies from another trader wagon he stopped. Why didn’t she like him bringing her human stuff? He had even made sure to eat the humans before bringing her their stuff so she wouldn't know what he had done… He saw her cook using the food supplies. She wore the clothing. The wagon even had some jewelry in it and she didn’t even touch it! It was very bizarre.

She had smiled when he brought back a rather fat buck this afternoon. He let her take some before eating the rest, and watching her cut off the pieces she desired had been fascinating. She didn’t even seem to mind the blood.

Now he watched her washing her clothing in the lake. At least she was wearing the pretty outfit he bought for her again. That made him happy. He got up from where he sat on the cot he had bought to stay here after he realized he would be staying long term. He couldn’t go back to his house with her. The other syor and the few human and beastfolk... allies syor occasionally had would not be kind to her. So he had to stay here while he figured it out. He would have to get a tent if he stayed here much longer, rainy season would come in time. He watched her turn to look when he stood, and spoke to her, trying to keep his tone soft to at least try to be less scary to her, “I’m going hunting. You seem to have plenty so I won’t worry about bringing more meat back. I’ll be back soon.”

Barrett made sure Hope settled back into what she was doing, then walked off between the trees. When hunting, his kind could move uncannily quiet. You would think the movement was a much smaller creature, if you noticed at all. He headed past where the deer would frequent, wanting a different kind of prey. It took him a while, but he found his way to the road sometimes used by human travelers and caravans. Idiot humans... they should know being on this side of the border is a risk. Well, their stupidity would benefit him.

He waited a few hours, sniffing the air occasionally, flicking up the dark membrane that let him see energy signatures occasionally to watch for prey... Then finally, something appealing. Someone riding a horse. He’d prefer multiple, but he could make do with one. He waited until they were close, then burst out past the trees. The man turned the horse and kicked it to a gallop, but Barrett was close enough he didn’t need to fear wearing out before catching up. He burst into a sprint, and having removed his shoes earlier for hunting, his clawed nails helped him grip the ground better for the chase. Before long he snatched up the horse and rider, grinning at his catch. “Oh that was a nice chase, little human.” He sniffed to savor the scent of his meal, and paused. He sniffed again.

He walked back to where he left his shoes as he considered the situation, biting the struggling horse in half and swallowing, then finishing off the equine. He wasn’t sure what to do about this... unusual human. At the very least he could taste the human while he thought about it. He licked over the struggling morsel as he put his shoes back on, then spat the man, now covered in bloody saliva, into his hand. His decision was made. He would take this human back to Hope. Nothing else had pleased her, maybe bringing back a human that smelled and tasted similar to her would cheer her up.

Barrett reached the camping site again, sitting down near the lake. Hope was folding her now dry clothing, and glanced over when she heard water splash. Barrett had dunked the hand holding the strange man in the water. He moved it around a bit, then pulled his hand out, checking the human in his hand to see that he caught his breath, then dunking him again. Once again he swished the human around to get most of the saliva and horse blood off, then pulled him out once again. Barrett examined the man in his hand as Hope stared at him in confusion, clearly puzzled by this unique behavior. Barrett smiled, then set the human he brought back down in front of Hope as he said, “I brought this human back when I smelled he is related to you.”

Barrett cocked his head, watching Hope seem to freeze as she stared at the man. He smiled when she said, “Dad?” But frowned when he realized the tone of her voice hadn’t been happy. He watched as she backed up a few steps and stumbled to fall back. He leaned in to look at her... she looked terrified. Like when he first got free of the rocks. He listened to the man talk nicely to Hope, calling her sweetheart and such... but he wasn’t paying much attention to that. He did this to make Hope happy. She was not happy. He scooped her up into one hand, and grabbed the man with the other. The man was still trying to be all nice, thanking Barrett for bringing him to his daughter... Barrett wasn’t liking this man now.

Barrett held Hope up near his face, “Hope? Hope calm down... this man... your father... makes you scared?” He watched her nod. He frowned, “Then I shall show you what I do to things that threaten you. You are mine now and I will protect you.” He set her down on a thick tree branch so she would be elevated and have a better view. He smiled at her, holding the man firmly in his grip. The man, who definitely noticed something was wrong, was begging. Barrett did not care for pleas, he only cared about Hope. “He will never hurt you again. Nobody will ever hurt my Hope.”

Once she was secure in the tree, he settled in where he sat, examining the man in his grip, finally paying attention to the begging. “Seems my Hope is scared of you. You hurt her. So, I will hurt you.” He dragged a claw tip over the man’s arm, eliciting a cry of pain. Barrett smirked, “I could just eat you. Bite down on you, crush your body in my teeth, end you in an instant. But that would be merciful; I want to have a little fun.”

“Hope... saved a syor? Saved you?” The man said in shock. Barrett smiled, “She did, that makes her mine. Which means eliminating threats like you.” Barrett slowly tightened his grip until his pointed ears picked up a crack. He stopped as his ears twitched at the gasp of pain. He brought up his other hand, resting the tip of a claw against the man’s exposed shoulder, “Aww; that was barely a whimper. I can do better than that. What should I hurt next? I don’t want to kill you. you wouldn’t make delightful struggles in my belly...”

Barrett loosened his hold but before the man could even contemplate trying to flee, he drove a claw into his leg. “Ah ah ah, no running away.” He retracted his claw back just a bit, then placed the tip over the man’s crotch, pressing down to cut but not sever, “No... that would make you bleed too much. Hmm...” He then took a claw and scraped off some skin from his leg with the sharp edge of a claw, then licked his claw clean. “Not the best tasting human, but you’ll do.”

He grabbed the man between his fingers, and held him up to his mouth. He forced him to stick out an arm, and put it between his teeth. He bit slowly as the man screamed and struggled, crushing the arm with his teeth but not removing it. He didn’t want to kill the man immediately. He wanted him to suffer for hurting and scaring Hope. He released his hold on the arm, then dangled the suffering man in front of his face. “Don’t pass out on me. I want you to give me a struggle.” He went to stick a leg in his mouth when he heard a whimper from Hope, then focused on her again. “Hope?” He frowned... she looked more scared than before. “Hope... He hurt you. So I am getting rid of the threat... Why are you scared? He can’t hurt you?”

Barrett considered a moment, and decided trying to make Hope calm down was more important than punishing the man. He popped the man into his mouth, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing; then plucked Hope from the tree and set her in his palm. “Don’t be scared, Hope. He’ll never hurt you again. Nobody will. He’ll struggle and fuss until the acid until his legs are too damaged to support him. He’ll die in there and be gone forever and will never hurt you again.” He brought her to her face to nuzzle her, but paused when she cringed back. He thought a moment, then proceeded to nuzzle her despite the reaction. “You are mine. Nobody takes or hurts what’s mine.”

He wasn’t trying to scare her, and didn’t fully understand why she seemed more scared now, but he would later be grateful that she seemed to no longer try to escape him. He hadn’t liked her trying to escape, and while he didn’t like that she wasn’t talking to him like when he was trapped, he also had already made up his mind to keep her.

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Defying Certain Death Part 19

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.

Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.”

He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!

He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…

Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.

When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him.

The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.

He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.

Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why.

Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special. Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants. Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so. “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.

He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”

Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?

Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.

Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.

A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her. His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”

The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her.

The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”

Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed.

After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.

Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted.

Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.”

“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.”

Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.”

The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”

Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction.

“Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope.

Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.”

He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.