He was huge.
I don't mean just his cock, which was also huge. The whole of him was huge. He was a literal giant, his kneecaps level with my face, and I was one of the tallest women in the village.
Although, to be honest, it wasn't his kneecaps that fascinated me. He was quite naked as he strode into the village, the ground echoing his footsteps, and swinging limply in front of him was a cock of phenomenal size, and a huge hairy scrotum that, as far as I could see, contained three huge balls, each the size of my head.
I was a virgin, having been guarded all my life, when all my friends had found husbands and who now had children running around. Why I wasn't married yet, I didn't understand. I wasn't unattractive, I knew how to keep house, and there were young men in the village in need of a wife.
"When, Mama?" I had cried, over and over. "When will I be married?"
"Soon," she would reply. "Soon."
Even if I'd dared to sneak away from the house, I could not have endangered my virginity. From an early age I was forced to wear a chastity device that denied even my fingers access to my womanhood. None of my friends had endured such an indignity.
I had, on occasion, glimpsed my father's manhood, and my brothers' too when they were younger, but that was the limits of my knowledge of such things, until the day the giant strode into our village.
I stood gaping up at him - and at it - as he came to a stop in front of me, looking down with his large, curious eyes.
I was, naturally, terrified. And also confused and feeling very betrayed. "I'm sorry," my father had said that morning, "but we have no choice. We always knew this day would come." Somewhere in the distance, my mother wailed.
"What's going on?" I'd asked, but my brothers held me still as my father stripped me of my clothes and unlocked the chastity device. As if that hadn't been humiliating enough, they'd marched me out into the village square and tied me to a pole. There were people peeking at me through all the windows.
"Today you meet your husband," my father said. "Do not anger him, or we all will suffer."
And then they too were gone, leaving me alone and helpless. I wept and cried for help, but my tears went unanswered.
Until the giant stood before me, and I understood that this was to be my husband. They had prepared me all my life, and kept me pure, as an offering, a sacrifice, to this giant.
He broke the ropes that bound me, tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and marched off out of the village again. Very soon, even the sound of my mother's wailing faded into nothing.
*
I was set down in a glade by a river that cascaded down a steep valley to a pond a short distance away. Overlooking the glade was a dwelling that was part-cave, part a fortress built of rough-hewn bricks that no human could have lifted. The giant's home, no doubt, for its windows were enormous, and its door too.
Two women stood in the doorway. Both were clad in leather and fur. One was similar in age to my mother, and the other could easily have been her mother. The younger one ran out to meet me as the giant strode in through the door.
"Welcome," she said. "Don't be afraid." Her accent was strange, but I understood her well enough. Her eyes were kind, and her smile warm, and for the first time that day I dared to hope - though for what, I had no idea. "What did they tell you about him?"
"Nothing," I said. "Except that he is supposed to be my husband."
She laughed. "Well, I don't know about 'husband' exactly. We serve him, and he provides for us. It's hard work, and a little lonely, but it can also be fun if you let it. My name's Kali."
"Affari," I said.
"I had a cousin by that name," Kali said. "Come, Affari. I'll show you around."
The elderly woman watching us from the doorway examined me with a critical eye. "You're a pretty thing," she said. "I hope you're a hard worker too."
"Hush, Barraneth," Kali said, laughing. "Affari's frightened enough as it is. We don't want her running away before she's even got here."
"Aye, well, but his lordship's got that same gleam in his eye he had when he brought you here."
"I'm sure he had it too with you." Kali turned to me. "It would have happened sooner or later, and now's as good a time as any."
"What?" I asked anxiously.
"The giant's the last of his kind. He had a wife, once upon a time, but some knight in shining armour went and killed her for no good reason. Naturally he got upset and started burning all the villages down, until someone got the bright idea of offering him a replacement."
"A wife?"
"Sort of. We can't exactly do what a wife's supposed to do, but we keep him company and look after him as best we can. Anyway, once in a generation, the villages choose one girl for him. She has to be pretty, and she has to be a virgin. You are a virgin, aren't you?"
I nodded.
"Good. Now, what we're about to do, you'll either love or hate. I really suggest you try and relax and see it as a bit of fun, because otherwise you'll never be happy here - and it is possible to be happy here. Even Barraneth's happy here, though she hates to show it."
Barraneth snorted dismissively, and looked away.
Kali chuckled. She unbuttoned her leather and fur coat and let it fall, and kicked off her sandals. "It's likely to get messy," she said. "It's part of the fun."
She took my hand and led me deeper into the cave, to a space lit by a huge log fire, and with furs strewn about the place in great piles. The smoke from the fire drifted up and disappeared through a crack in the rock ceiling. Having been outside and naked all day, it was a relief to be inside again, and warm and dry too. The smell of the wood fire, and its gentle crackling, were soothing too.
It wasn't my home, but it felt like a home. Safe and welcoming.
The giant sat against the wall. His face was not quite a human face, though he was human enough in aspect that I could sense the sadness in him. He wasn't attractive as a man, but nor was he repulsive. Despite his huge size, and his strangeness, I wasn't afraid any longer.
But I still didn't understand what Kali expected me to do.
The cock twitched as we approached. I watched, fascinated, as it swelled in size and length, and lifted from the ground with a jerking motion as it stiffened. From the fleshy folds at the end, a great bulbous head emerged with a hole at the very tip.
Everywhere else, the giant's skin looked tough and leathery, but the head of the cock, and the shaft immediately beneath it, looked smooth and sensitive, and much redder than the rest of him.
Up, the huge cock surged, until it was easily as thick as my leg at the thigh, and so long that the head was on a level with my own. I had a vague idea of what sex was, and I knew an erect cock was an important part of it, but the thought of a human woman having sex with that... was just absurd.
Kali laughed at the expression on my face. She walked up to it, between the giant's legs, then swung one of her own legs over as if mounting a horse. Her hands caressed the shaft, running up and down the great length, and the giant looked down at her affectionately. "Come," she said to me. "Put your hands here."
Her hands moved to the underside, just below the ridge of the head. "Come here!" she insisted, and somehow I found the courage to approach, until I was able to put my hands where she indicated. "Just keep stroking him there, and around the head. Don't worry about hurting him."
I could scarcely believe what I was doing. Just the day before, I had had a perfectly ordinary life, apart from the chastity device and an ongoing frustration with not being married yet, and here I was with my hands on a cock of epic proportions. Was this... sex? Was I, a virgin, having sex with a giant who was sort-of-but-not-really my husband?
Kali, on the opposite side from me, was moaning gently as she kissed the shaft and rubbed her breasts against it. Clearly this was something she loved to do. I, I realised, felt a tingling excitement too, in a place I normally couldn't touch. I delved between my thighs with one hand, momentarily reluctant to touch my womanhood, so long denied me. Then my fingers found wetness, and a... a clit... significantly longer than usual.
I pulled away, confused, guilty, and concentrated instead on the giant's cock. "Kiss him," Kali urged, and I did, tentatively. When I was younger, my friends and I practised kissing with each other. This was nothing like that, of course, but the intimacy of the contact was thrilling.
The giant gave a deep, rumbling sigh of pleasure. I looked up into his eyes, and saw that he was happy with me.
I could no longer deny that this was indeed sex. Not of the sort that my friends had with their husbands that seemed to get them endlessly pregnant, but definitely sex. And it was fun, just as Kali had said it could be.
