The boat came to a stop on the white sandy beach of The Island That Blots Out the Sun. So named for the great mountain protrusion that, at a certain angle, did in fact eclipse the sun, though not enough for it to matter.

“Is this the place where the client actually lives?” asked Glasha, stepping off the boat and stomping onto the warm sand.

She could feel the softness of the grains beneath her bare feet and found herself digging them in a bit, enjoying the warmth. She cast her gaze down the shore and aside from the mountain in the centre of the island, she could only spot dense trees.

“It is,” said Jessup. “She's the reclusive leader of a small tribe who’s lived on this island for generations.”

Ailuin stepped off the boat after his wife, a pipe clenched between his teeth as his cold breath puffed clouds out into the air.

“I might ask you to put that out,” said a voice that boomed like thunder, seeming to come from all directions.

The trees shook and shuddered as something came ever closer to the group. The very ground seemed to quake beneath the steps of something greater than any of them.

She pushed the trees aside and stepped into the sunlight. Her skin was a pale blue, her lips full and barely hiding a set of shark-like teeth. From the top of her head cascaded long, flowing black hair. In the center of her skull rested a single, dark eye that seemed for all the world impossibly soulful. As far as clothing went, she wore only a long green skirt with a pattern of interlocking lines along it.

Ailuin had never considered the possibility that there were women bigger than his wife. Though Glasha could probably match the cyclops in terms of strength, she was very much outclassed in terms of height. He found himself staring a bit as she stepped closer to the group. So much so that he failed to notice the human woman who trailed after her like a puppy.

Glasha was similarly awestruck by the sight of someone so unbelievably gigantic. Her eyes, safely hidden behind darkened glasses, made note of all of the cyclops’s features from her washboard abdominals to her tree-trunk thighs and full, perfect breasts.

“You’re the thespians my love has procured for tomorrow’s ceremony?” she said, her single eye half-lidded with moderate disappointment.

It’s then that they took note of the human whose own height only came up to the cyclops’s mid thigh.

Glasha strode over and made herself known to this titanic figure. Glasha felt like a doll in comparison to her; her own height only coming up to about hip height on the cyclops. Perfect height, really.

“We might not look like much, but we aim to please, your grace,” said Glasha.

Sure, she had herself a little crush. Wouldn’t you?

A soft smirk played across the cyclops’ soft features, “Arethusa. If you’re to work for me, I’d like you to address me by my name unless otherwise commanded.”

Glasha found herself giggling a bit like a nervous battle-soft girl. Arethusa rested her hand along her head, running a finger along her smooth scalp, and Glasha thought she might just die right then and there.

“Is the baldness a personal choice or a result of you being a vampire?” asked Arethusa, continuing to massage Glasha’s head.

“I umm…It’s a quirk of vampirism,” choked out Glasha.

“It looks nice,” said Arethusa.

Ailuin and the human woman that he assumed to be Arethusa’s lover exchanged a glance, and the two of them knew exactly what was going on in the then present moment. The leader of the island had picked a favorite almost immediately.

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In preparation for the show, Ailuin was found to be slinking around with his notebook, scribbling out something, but ultimately his head was slow and his expression somber.

Jessup watched this and approached their boss apprehensively. “So, do you wanna talk about what happened with your wife and the chief of the cyclopses?”

“Not particularly, Jessup,” said Ailuin.

“It’s just, you’re all mopey,” replied Jessup.

“I’m mopey because I have zilch time to write up a script for Arethusa and Glasha,” said Ailuin.

“That ain’t it, and you know it,” said Jessup. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” said Ailuin. “It would be unbecoming of me if I were. I mean, I fuck other women all the time on stage. I shouldn’t be feeling like this over her doing the same.”

Ailuin had inadvertently dug his vampire claws into the hard leather cover of the notebook, leaving deep grooves.

“I think it has less to do with her potentially fucking another woman,” said Jessup, taking a tentative step back. “And more to do with her flirtin’ with her on the beach, yeah?”

Ailuin’s lips flattened, and he sucked them inside his mouth. “Admittedly, yes.”

“Well, tell her about it,” said Jessup. “Don’t do that shit where you hide away your feelin’s,” said Jessup.

Glasha walked down the corridor with Slime contained within a pitcher like some kind of tasty blue beverage. Ailuin caught her by the elbow, expecting her to be temporarily halted, but instead, he was kind of lightly dragged by his wife.

“Is something the matter, knife ears?” asked Glasha when she did eventually stop, far away from the prying eyes of Jessup. But not from their big ol’ ears.

“I…” began Ailuin before swallowing. “I have some concerns about the play tonight.”

Glasha placed the pitcher containing one of their few actresses on a high shelf.

“Yes?” asked Glasha, a touch confused.

“I just…I want to know if you’re falling for Arethusa,” said Ailuin, looking at the floor, his expression locked in utter embarrassment. “Which, if you are, it’s fine. It’s not as though this is unfamiliar territory for us.”

“Aww, you’re jealous,” teased Glasha, running her finger along Ailuin’s jaw to make him look up at her. “You need not worry your pretty little head about all of it, beloved. Besides, it isn’t as though she’ll be able to come with us. She has responsibilities and a lover all her own. It’s just a bit of fun, you understand.”

“You say that,” said Ailuin. “But the way that she had you acting yesterday, it felt…It felt similar to how you make me act sometimes.”

“And how is that?” Glasha cocked her head to the side and pinned her husband up against a wall.

If he still needed to breathe, Ailuin would be breathless.

“Even after all these centuries, you find yourself nervous? Scared even?” asked Glasha, her hand moved south along his slender frame before moving between his legs, grabbing hold of his turgid cock.

“Yess,” groaned Ailuin.

Glasha chuckled. “Well, it’s just that I think I finally understand what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a larger lady’s affections. Don’t you want me to have a spot of fun with it?”

Ailuin nodded; his cock throbbed through the fabric of his cotton trousers. But just as quickly as it started, he was released by his wife, who proceeded to take Slime down from her shelf.

“I’ll see you after the play, my love,” said Glasha, walking off, leaving her husband blue balled.

“Aww, son of a bitch,” muttered Ailuin as he stood backstage with a raging erection.

Jessup, who heard all of this, giggled to themselves like an evil little creature.

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The night of the play began as so many before it. Vial, naked as a jaybird, strode across the stage, his freakish cock banging against his knee while trying to make the crowd of cyclopses laugh. None of them did. They just sat dumbfounded and confused because his cultural references and bits were alien to them.

Eventually, he finished with his yucks and ran off stage before someone could rush the stage and attack him.

The curtains parted, and the audience was treated to their chief, Arethus, dressed in costume as one of their patron goddesses, Lina. Lina, who raised the islands from the sea and flooded the oceans with fish and delicious octopi. The costume consisted of a headpiece fashioned of bone (balsa wood) in the shape of a gigantic fish’s head.

Alternatively, Glasha was dressed rather anachronistically. Arethusa requested that she wear the uniform of an East Coast maid, but with the dimensions of the dress modified so the hem of the skirt ended just shy of her hips. Otherwise, it was a typical black fabric dress with a white apron, all of which strained against Glasha’s impressive muscles.

Glasha poured wine from a carafe into a golden chalice for the goddess and proceeded to make her leave. But as she did, she caught “Lina’s” gaze.

“Are you leaving so soon, little maid?” asked Arethusa, making her voice boom so she sounded more divine.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just you have your wine, so I figured you were done with my services, mistress,” said Glasha.

“Why would you believe that?” said Arethusa. “Would you mind approaching me?”

Arethusa sat up and patted her bare lap, wordlessly offering the orc vampire a place to sit. Glasha sat on her lap, and for a moment, she found herself enveloped in the gigantic arms of Arethusa. But this was just subterfuge for the cyclops to hike up her skirt, revealing her white panties to the audience, a nd a noticeable wet spot had formed in the fabric. This got the audience jeering and laughing in a way that Vial simply couldn’t.

“My goodness, you’re already wet, and I haven’t even touched you,” teased Arethusa.

She began to rub Glasha’s sex through the fabric of her panties, slowly tracing the outline of her lips and up to her clit. This made the orc whine and thrash a bit as she was teased.

Glasha muttered something that neither the audience nor Arethusa could hear. Or at least, Arethusa pretends not to hear.

“What was that, my dear? You can speak up,” she said right into Glasha’s ear.

“M-Mommy,” muttered Glasha.

Arethusa snickered at that, “not ‘goddess’? But ‘mommy’? Well, tell mommy what you want, dear pet.”

“I want…I want your fingers, mommy,” said Glasha. If she could still blush, her face would be flushed the deepest shade of red imaginable.

Arethusa seized the panties and ripped the fabric free before hooking two of her considerably large fingers inside of Glasha. Pumping them deep while her thumb rubbed up against her clit.

Glasha felt her mind freeze, and all she could focus on was Arethusa’s fingers as she rolled her hips. She whimpered and made aggressive noises as if that would make her less submissive in the moment.

“Easy now,” said Arethusa. “Let mommy take control. I know what I’m doing.”

Glasha clenched on Arehtusa’s fingers as they plunged and curled within her.

“Fuck…fuck me hard, mommy,” whined Glasha. “I’m so close.”

“What was that? If you’re that close, I want you to beg for me,” said Arethusa. “Beg me to cum.”

Glasha was unaccustomed to begging, especially begging to climax. But this was a somewhat nice change of pace. Arethusa leaned in close and started to kiss and bite along the length of Glasha’s neck, leaving marks on her pale green flesh.

“Please, mommy, please fuck me hard, please let me cum, mommy!” shouted Glasha.

It should be noted that Arethusa’s lover and Ailuin sat in the audience watching. Or at least, looking away from each other and the stage as their loved ones had sex on stage. Such is the nature of being made a cuckold.

Arethusa increased her force and pace, pumping her fingers in good and hard until Glasha ejaculated hard, coating the cyclops’s fingers in her arousal.

Arehtusa brought her fingers to her lips and sucked Glasha’s cum off of them.

This caught Arethusa’s lover’s attention because she had been on the receiving end of such an action in the past. Ailuin did not look; he felt jealous of Arethusa at that moment, and for a brief bit, he wished that he were a towering monster lady who could dominate his wife.