More on the comedic, fluffy side of smut

Cedric looked down at his manhood with unusual indignation and sighed heavily as he entered the bathtub. He never gave his penis much thought past puberty. He was well aware he wasn't anything impressive - plainly average, at least by his own estimation; He'd not seen that many penises in his life. Now at fifty-one years old he was having cause to examine his genitals again in preparation for his wedding night when he'd be expected to use the damn thing to bed his beloved.

He let out a loud groan as he raked a hand through his hair and down his face. Yes, he was looking forward to having sex again, the first since he lost his virginity senior year at Hexley Hall - being the next royal sorcerer for Enchancia provided him some perks early in his career, but they'd all left disappointed finding his lovemaking skills on par with his sorcery capabilities.

Now things were different. He'd changed. A dose of confidence and continued encouragement had done wonders for his magic, but sex being a more physical activity brought up the obvious reality that he wasn't a young man anymore. He could still get it up, but any fantasies about making love all night were unrealistic and frankly terrifying. Stamina was one issue, but what if it simply didn't feel good? Was he large enough to be satisfying?

And what was worse was the bloody honeymoon was in the mountains of Freezenberg - a snowy getaway meant to encourage cuddling for warmth, but any nip of a chill caused unbelievable shrinkage. He cupped his genitals in the warm tub, trying to fluff the area out without prematurely erecting himself, but he wasn't having decent results. Neither his balls or dick seemed as eager to get on with the evening.

A knock on the door brought his attention back to the fact he wasn't alone in the lodge.

"Cedric? Is everything alright? You've been in there a while," the sweet voice of his bride inquired.

"N-Nearly ready, my dear," he answered, sloshing the warm water about as he stood up to get out of the tub. He was starting to prune and the last thing he needed was more wrinkles. He couldn't put this off any longer.

He dried himself off and stood before the full length mirror behind the door to present himself as best he could. The trimming he'd done prior to his bath had helped, but he still looked inadequately endowed.

Glancing to the pocket of his sorcerer robes hung at the door's entrance, he spied his wand. There was magic for scenarios such as these and he knew the spells - it was more for her than it was for him anyhow, right? He'd feel amazing no matter what his size, but Sofia...

His decision made and spell cast, he threw open the door to air the steam out of the bathroom, providing him with the perfect backdrop to present himself.

Sofia was already on the bed in nothing but a slip of a nightgown, waiting to consummate her wedding vows with her dearest friend. It'd taken her quite some time to convince Cedric to pursue a relationship with her and this was to be the culmination of it all - the beginning of their lives together as husband and wife - sorcerer and adventurer. She'd been frustratingly good about waiting until marriage - her body being well ready for years and now they were moments away from it all.

And just like that, suddenly she was very concerned about how she was going to manage such a feat. He stepped out of the bathroom, hands bracing the upper frame, stretching the length of his body and a thick cock raised to attention as if to salute her royalty. His pants had never given her any inclination that he was so... huge. Magical inseams, she supposed.

"See something you like, my princess?" Cedric asked in a deeper, suave sounding tone as he released the door frame and sauntered over to the bed.

Sofia had to giggle to ease the tension. "And here I thought you'd be more nervous about tonight."

"Well, I do have concerns," he grinned, crawling onto the bed towards her with that trace of evil glint in his eyes. "Like how loud I'll make you scream."

She giggled again, still a bit nervous, but a kiss between them soothed away her anxieties. Her body was made to accommodate him, meant to dilate and stretch - there wasn't anything to worry about. She was already plenty wet for him and with just a little more foreplay, she doubted there'd be an issue, but even after kisses turned passionate and caresses had her eager, feeling the head at her entrance made her tense and grip his body tightly as he pushed forward.

Cedric was watching her face, trying to gauge her reaction. He was going slow, a pace he could manage, but was beginning to wonder if a quick thrust would have been kinder to Sofia's virgin body. "A...Are you alright...?"

"Y-Yeah," she shuddered, trying to readjust her arms and legs beneath him. He was only have sheathed and wasn't sure she could take the full length of him at the moment. "It's just... weird?"

"D-Does it not feel good?" He had to ask, confidence waning with every wince and hiss through her teeth.

"I think I just need to get used to it..." She breathed out, trying to convince herself from the looks of things.

He dared to move and the worst possible thing he could imagine escaped her lips, a yelp of 'ow!'. He stopped immediately and withdrew himself, red with both shame and guilt. "...I'm sorry. I knew I'd bungle this up no matter what..."

"It's not your fault, Cedric," Sofia sat up with another hiss. "You're... just a bit bigger than I expected."

He hung his head. "I'm not..."

"...You're not?" Sofia repeated with some confusion only for Cedric to snap his fingers, undoing the enchantment on his erection, returning it to its original, unintimidating length.

"I... used a spell..." He confessed, head still hanging low in shame.

"Why?" Sofia asked, more curious than upset. She didn't understand what was wrong with his natural state. She'd much rather have this modest member compared to the behemoth he tried sticking her with earlier.

"W-Well, i-it's not very big... I was worried you wouldn't enjoy having sex with me."

"I wasn't enjoying the enchanted version either..."

"I know. I think my ego stepped in with a few unnecessary inches," he sighed. "And what was the point? I ended up ruining it anyway..."

"No, you didn't," Sofia placed a hand over his and rested her head against his shoulder. "The start wasn't that good, but you haven't finished yet, right? So can we try again?"

"You still want to?" He was surprised she was still in the mood all things considered, but even when she was upset with him, Sofia never retaliated or punished, just... comforted and reassured.

"Of course I still want to," she insisted. "It's our wedding night - when I finally get to have all of you to myself, and I mean every inch of you - no matter how big or small. I love you. Isn't that enough?"

Cedric knew she was trying to be her usual sweet self, but that often provided him a guilt trip as well. He was still learning not to focus on his mistakes even after all these years. It was not an easy process.

Afraid his silence was a refusal, Sofia moved in to comfort physically with a gentle touch to his cheek and small smile.

It was easy to smile back. "It's more than enough."

A few minutes of kissing was all it took to heat things back up between them, followed by a smooth penetration that had both Sofia and Cedric moaning in tandem.

"Oh, that's so much better...!" She hummed happily, peppering his cheek with kisses.

"R-Really?" Cedric was still in a state of disbelief. This did feel better. There was no strain, just fluid motion to his thrusts. He could feel her walls quivering against his member, able to feel her more intently than he had before.

"Bigger isn't always better, Cedric," Sofia reminded him before flipping the man onto his back and perching herself on top of him with a seductive giggle.

Cedric sucked in a breath and beamed like the proud idiot he was. He wasn't going to enjoy this marriage nearly as much as she would, but he'd give her a damn good run for it.

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