Consent is the name of the game; shall you get it? Shipwrecked With Giant Anthros chapter 9 by Calvitonks

“Wait, stop! At least allow me to provide my consent first!” you manage to blurt out, overcoming your fear with your determination brought out of your sense of what is correct and what’s wrong, regardless of how utterly ludicrous the whole situation you are now in is.

The lioness pauses her hand, completely surprised that this human she found, someone who looked so easy to use by how seemingly fearful you were of her size, was able to shout out in what seemed to be defiance: it wasn’t proper behavior for someone she had already decided about, but she was willing to let it slide, speaking in a calm tone:

“Consent? Little one, I am your goddess now; having your consent is…”

“No, you’re not a goddess, no matter how big and strong you might be compared to myself! But that’s beside the point: you’re a gorgeous woman; there is no denying it, but we just can’t have sex like this! I have just become stranded in what seems to be an utterly “alien” land. I have no idea what exactly your deal is with this apparent rival of yours, and so many other things! Hell, I don’t even know your name yet, and you expect me to successfully impregnate you while lacking something so basic going between us? Again, I refuse to have sex with you, and will refuse to do so until you give me good reasons to justify providing my consent for it.” You brazenly interrupt her, looking at her massive face, full determination filling your mind: you already decided to try getting something out of this massive lioness despite the enormous risk such a course of action logically entails, so you cannot do anything else but to stand your ground and deliver what you set in motion to its conclusion.

“You dare! You dare make demands out of me? Who do you think you are, to consider yourself even worthy to bargain for such things to someone like myself?” was the response of the giantess, filled with anger as she smashes her now closed fist besides you, in a clear attempt to cower you into submission without directly hurting you: good, that means that she is not willing to risk wounding you even if she feels most slighted; that is something you can make use off, if you play your cards right.

You speak again, seemingly unfazed by the proverbial meteor of a fist that landed just beside you, saying:

“Just a young man, madam. One raised to have an adequate sense of his own worth as a person. And these are not demands; they are requests: provide me with reasons and actions that justify me providing you my consent, and I shall do my best to provide the best sex as I can deliver, given my circumstances and lack of experience, which I hope will not be a big issue.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, human! What’s stopping me from just grabbing you and shoving you inside my sex as I desire? What’s stopping me from keeping you there, squeezing you with my mighty vaginal muscles until you submit to my will?” is the proud and haughty response of the lioness, seemingly convinced that she’s the one who holds all the cards; you are too pumped out not to show her that’s not the case:

“Honestly, nothing, but you are forgetting a key detail: I can just refuse to play along, refusing to impregnate you no matter how long you might try to torture me, and I can just try escaping when you slumber: with all things considered, it is I who ultimately holds the cards, the key to what you need!”

She is silent, utterly speechless: your words are true; ultimately, she is the one who requires your cooperation if she desires to get impregnated, no matter what things she might try to force you otherwise; one way or another, she does need your consent to achieve her goal.

Now the question is, does she accept such a reality and adapt accordingly? If so, in what manner? Or, on the contrary, will she nonetheless persist in delivering her threat of punishment, to force her wishes and desires upon you? Perhaps something else entirely?