A Giant(ess) Problem

"I'm starting to think we didn't think this through all the way."

Frederik turned to the answer the giantess who he had just gotten himself married to a few hours ago, now as naked as the day she was born. Unlike the monstrous man-eaters that composed the majority of her kind, Grildrig was stunningly beautiful. The light brown hue of her hair was a perfect match for her eyes, and in a striking contrast from the rest of her kind she had always took pains to keep herself immaculately groomed, to say nothing else of her voluptuous form. After the "hideous monster" that he and his party had been sent out to slay had in fact proven to be an attractive woman (albeit one who was roughly 90 feet tall), they had unanimously chosen the bard to deal with her, hoping that either his charms would win her over and make sure she would try not to step on any cattle by mistake or buy them the time they needed to come back with an army. As fate would have it, they instead ended up being smitten with one another, and within the month they had arranged a private marriage ceremony for themselves courtesy of a cleric Frederik knew who would do anything for a bottle of Meravian Red.

His friends had made him the butt of their jokes for several days before the wedding. At the time, he had been adamant that having a giantess for a bride only meant there was more of her to love, but it wasn't until now that he had the chance to appreciate that perhaps there was a little TOO much to love for him. Kisses and caresses were one thing, but how would they consummate their marriage like this? And then an idea struck him. It was so obvious to him that he wondered why he didn't think of it earlier.

"Grildrig, love? I believe I have an idea. Do you have a length of thread that I could borrow?" Grildrig had dabbled in sewing for a while; she had been generous enough to lend the bits and pieces of discarded cloth that resulted from her failed attempts at making clothes as blankets, and from that he was able to deduce that the thread she used was just thick enough to use as a rope for someone of his size. This would either be the best idea he ever had or the worst one, and he had a feeling that either way if his comrades ever learned about it he would never live it down.
"Certainly, but how exactly would that help?"

As he whispered his plan into her ear, her face turned a shade of bright scarlet as she realized what he was suggesting.

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"I-I think I need to get ready first. I don't want to hurt you or anything by accident."
"I've had worse, love. At the very least, we'll have a very interesting story to tell."

At her request, Frederik started what he would privately call his "fantastic voyage" with a kiss on the lips, or at least a kiss on her lower lip. Really, it was more of a quick peck since they couldn't kiss deeply for obvious reasons. From there, he slowly made his way down her neck, shimmying down her jugular and sliding down her collarbone until he reached her breasts. From his perspective, they were veritable mountains of flesh that his fingers sank into as he climbed up the one closest to him. His bride cooed with delight as she felt his hands grasp her, like a small yet strong ant climbing along her body. As much as she felt the urge to writhe around with pleasure, she had enough awareness of the fact that doing so would likely have lethal results for her husband to resist it. After what felt like hours climbing up the soft mound, he reached her nipple- the peak of the mountain, so to speak.

Although Frederik suspected that he might be too exhausted to do anything at this point, the sight of her gigantic nipple was enough to reinvigorate him. Soon, he began kneading and massaging it with all of his (rather lacking) might.  Grildrig could still feel it, though- and she soon began playing with her other nipple as well. Every moan and sigh reverberated across her body, and even though he tried his hardest to keep his footing Frederik still managed to stumble when the flesh underneath his feet shook or twitched. As he got up for the third time in ten minutes, he made a note to himself that he really ought to work out before trying this again.

"Uh, honey? I think that's enough foreplay for now. Would you mind giving me a hand here?" Inwardly, he was thankful he had looked up a spell that could amplify his voice so she could hear it.

Rather than speaking her reply, she placed her hand right at the bottom of her breast, allowing him to simply slide down into her palm. "Literal as always," he thought to himself. As if sensing his next request, she lowered her hand down between her legs, giving him a close view of what lay in between them. From his perspective, it resembled a massive fleshy cavern whose opening was visibly pulsing with need, with her clit hanging just slightly overhead. Her juices had begun to soak the sheets underneath them, leaving his feet slightly warm if a bit wet and nearly overpowering him with her scent. She was a bit musky, but it could have been far worse.

As arousing as this undertaking was going to be, the bard was no fool. Before they began what passed for foreplay, he had gotten her to tie a length of thread around their bedpost, and it was at this point that he had tied it around his stomach. It was uncomfortable, but given that the alternative was to get lost in his own wife's vagina a little awkwardness was an acceptable price to pay. Upon taking a closer look, he noticed that it would be a tight fit for him at best in more ways than one, but fortunately he had another idea. A little bit of massaging on her nub was all it took for her to open up just enough for him to slip in headfirst.

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The sensation of being inside Grildrig was indescribable. She was soft enough that Frederik could use her folds as footholds for himself as he climbed deeper into her. As dark as it was, he could still make out the hints of pink in her walls and feel her folds enveloping every inch of his body. He knew she was feeling it; he could sense her shifting around as she writhed on the bed and hear her groan happily as his footsteps stimulated her in ways that a finger or a member large enough to fit inside of her would be unable to. For his part, the bard was more than able to please her. Occasionally, he would pause to knead one part of her folds, lick up a patch of stray juices, or simply rub his member along one of her walls in a bizarre yet strangely intimate form of lovemaking. After who knows how long, he stumbled upon a rather rough-looking part of the fleshy cavern and tentatively poked at it.

He had his suspicions that he might have found her most sensitive spot, but he didn't expect the resulting orgasm he had produced to literally knock him off his feet. Had she not been as big as she was, he might have been pulverized between her inner walls. Undaunted, he put his entire body to work stimulating his massive lover from within, alternating between massaging, caressing, and simply fucking her folds with an intensity even he didn't realize he possessed. Each successive climax made him thankful that he had readied his rope, but before he could return there was just one more thing he wanted to try.

At what he assumed to be the very back of Grildrig's passage, Frederik could make out a small ring-like structure with a hole that appeared to twitch a bit each time he shifted his weight around. It was her cervix. It had to be. Now that he had a closer look at it, he remembered Grildrig mentioning that she wanted a child at some point. Up until this point he had assumed that his seed would simply dry up inside of her on account of their size difference, but now he had a way to get around that problem.

All he needed to do was simply to cum himself, and with the mass of warm flesh surrounding him it didn't take long for him to do so. As he came, he sprayed his seed as close to the opening of her womb as he could. For his efforts, he was drenched with a wave of Grildrig's juices that would have washed him away had he not had the rope ready. He wasted no effort in climbing out of her as fast as he could. As he emerged, Frederik was greeted again by an outstretched hand, which carried him back up to his lover's chest. With no more energy left for talking, they fell asleep satisfied with their enjoyable (if somewhat unorthodox) nuptials.

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Grildrig was surprised to learn that she was pregnant, as was Frederik himself. Beyond the obvious teasing from his friends about how he had done it, he would now have to take on the burden of fatherhood, preferably without being accidentally maimed by his own infant. But the happy look on his bride's face when she heard the news was more than enough to make him feel that it was worth all the trouble. Perhaps she would be willing to try for another child eventually. He'd just have to make sure to toughen himself up a bit first.