Jack The Giant Layer

By Dick Allan

(21600 words) An erotic fairy tale; 18+. Jack saves a knee-high fairy woman from two ruffians. She rewards him with a marvellous sexual experience and a magic ring that will, with certain restrictions, grant him wishes. After he falls afoul of the local sheriff he agrees to bring in three outlaws hiding in the forest, but there are a lot of things the sheriff didn't tell him about the outlaws.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dick Allan
• Release date: Dec 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311850249

Dick Allan

Dick Allan is a pen name. I'm PG13; he's Adults Only. He's my alter ego. Whereas I'm a little shy and repressed, he most certainly is not. Whereas I tend to take things seriously, he does not. I have a bizarre sense of humour, and so does he. (Well we're both me so we're alike in many ways.). I grew up on fairy tales and sword and sorcery; he skewers the tropes of the genres and fills them with outlandish, explicit sexual situations. Welcome to his world. Enjoy.

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Jack

The Giant Layer

by Dick Allan

21,600 words

This ebook was first published in four parts.

Published by Rik Hunik at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 by Rik Hunik

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Chapter 1

As Jack walked along the forest road, with the autumn sun shining through leaves that were still green on the trees, he heard a little shriek that was quickly cut off. It almost sounded like a woman's scream but it ended so quickly he couldn't be sure. He paused and cupped his hands behind his ears to hear better and slowly turned around, listening in every direction. Sure enough he heard a rustling in the bushes and made his way cautiously toward the sound.

The sound grew louder and soon he saw two young men, or large boys, on their knees, holding down a struggling creature. He crept closer and hid behind a bush to get a better look. Jack was shocked when he saw that the creature appeared to be a girl, a young girl. She managed to get one leg free for a second, and he saw a length of dark rope tied around her ankle. One of the men had to move to grab her leg again, giving Jack a clear view of their victim. Her clothes had been torn away so he plainly saw that, despite her diminutive size, their captive was a woman with fully developed breasts, and she had hair on her loins.

Jack knew what those two ruffians intended to do to that little woman, and he knew that it wasn't right, and furthermore he knew it was up to him to stop them. And he had to do it fast. Although he was not not a warrior, and he had no sword, he did have a sturdy walking stick which served very well as a staff, and he had the advantage of surprise. He set his pack down behind the bush, gripped his staff with both hands near one end and raised it over his head as he crept across the small clearing.

One of the men noticed Jack's approach but Jack was already swinging his staff down at the man's head. The man tied to move out of the way but didn't get far enough. The staff whistled past his ear and struck his shoulder. He cried out in pain and rolled away. Jack used the rebounding energy to swung his staff whistling through the air at the other man, who was drawing a long knife. The staff hit the knife near the handle, tearing it out of the man's hand, and sent it flying into the underbrush. Before the man could recover Jack stabbed him in the gut with the end of his staff, and when he doubled over, conked him on the head. He went out like a snuffed candle, fell to the ground, and didn't move.

The first man had his knife out now, holding it in his left hand, but he stopped in his tracks when Jack spun to face him. I could have bashed his brains out, Jack told him, and I could still do the same to you. Or you could just wake up your friend there and the two of you can go away together.

The man glowered at Jack but he put his knife away and helped his groggy friend to his feet. We'll get you for this, he said as they slunk away toward the road.

Maybe they would someday, if they got more help and caught him by surprise, but for now Jack showed no fear as he stared them down and watched them leave.

Oh, thank you so much, the little woman said in a voice so high-pitched it was almost a squeak.

In the heat of the fight Jack had all but forgotten about the little woman. He looked down and saw her fling a coiled section of rope to the ground and kick it away. It looked to Jack, who knew a thing or two about such items, that the rope was woven from human hair, and it probably had a few spells on it. Now that the two bullies were gone he relaxed and crouched down to her level. You're welcome. My name is Jack. He reached out his hand.

My name is Zaleema. She grabbed a couple of his fingers with a delicate hand that was only a quarter the size of his own, gave a quick shake, and let go too quickly, he thought, because the contact had felt so pleasant.

Her green dress had been torn almost right off and there wasn't enough left in front to cover her. Although she was barely two feet tall her body had a woman's proportions, with full breasts, swelling hips, and lovely legs. The bush between her legs matched the color of her long, blonde hair, and she smelled sweet, with an underlying something else.

Jack realized he had been staring at the perfect contours of her body for too long so he brought his eyes up to hers with a guilty start. He saw her looking at him with a knowing smile on her pretty little mouth and a hungry gleam in her eye. She cocked a leg and struck a pose that thrust her breasts at him. You deserve to be rewarded.

Well, I don't know.

I insist. You saved me from those two louts who trapped me, so I am indebted to you, and my race cannot tolerate being in debt to a human.

Oh. He should have known. Now he noticed that her skin had a slightly greenish cast to it, almost a glow, that went quite nicely with her green dress and sparkling green eyes. She was obviously a fairy, of a species unfamiliar to him, in size somewhere between an elf and a gnome. And what do you have that I might want?

You're not a shy virgin, are you? Zaleema asked, moving closer so he could smell the sweet scent of her even stronger. His eyes drifted down the her breasts, tipped with their perky little nipples with that hint of green.