by Reed James
At the altar, Sven, Kora, Nathalie, Greta, and I knelt. The three non-humans, the three non-Zeutchians, blinked. Then Zanyia knelt beside me. A moment later, Ealaín clinked and clattered as she settled her armored form down beside Kora. Lastly, Aingeal gave a flutter of her wings and drifted down to settle on the ground, shaking her head, her pink hair dancing about her shoulders in mirth.
Maybe it was a little silly, but that was how Lubenite weddings worked. Though normally it was only the bride and groom who knelt. Well... We were all brides to Sven. Even Ealaín. I glanced at the aoi si, her midnight-black face looking as stunned as Sven's, the same poleaxe whacking her, too.
“Beneath the loving gaze of Luben, these souls have come to unite in fidelity. To pledge themselves and bind themselves together in this life and beyond,” Otmar said, his voice booming through the room, preaching like there were the normal wedding guests in attendance.
I didn't care. Another giddy rush washed through me. Married!
“All souls are born with something missing,” Thea said, “a hole that yearns to be filled. Like a key into a lock, out there lurks that other soul that shall complete us, and that we shall complete.” She paused. “Sometimes, it takes more than one soul. More than one love.”
I squirmed, grabbing Zanyia's hand and smiling. Her ears twitched and a rumbling purr rose in her throat. Her ears twitched.
“Bless them Luben,” both priest and priestess intoned as they turned to face us. “As you blessed us.”
Together, the two priests of Luben opened their robes and slipped out of them. Zanyia blinked, her purr faltering as the naked Otmar and Thea embraced. The lamia gave me a questioning look, her golden, cat-slitted eyes wide.
“They show their love and unite together to power the magic of their blessing ritual,” I whispered to her as Otmar's hands caressed his wife's curvy body. “Don't masturbate.”
“But...” Zanyia squirmed, her hand squeezing mine tight.
“That'll be hard,” Nathalie whispered as she knelt on my other side, holding Greta's hand.
“Uh-huh,” my busty bedmaid nodded. “He's sexy for an older man. Look at that body. He's still fit.”
“And she's a mature beauty,” Sven groaned from my other side, envy in his voice. He did want that woman bad.
Well, it was good for a woman to turn him down.
Otmar draped his wife over the altar. They kept kissing, their hands moving, but it lacked... a certain eroticism. They were performing. Acting. They'd made love on the altar for so many weddings. For decades. It was perfunctory to them. Just part of the ritual and...
“Otmar!” Thea groaned as he penetrated her, a wanton and wicked sound.
He thrust away at her with vigor. His balls smacked hard into her. His surprisingly muscular ass pumped up and down, burying his cock over and over into her pussy. She moaned and groaned, her fingers clawing at his back, their passion building and building.
That hot itch built and built in me. I squirmed. Though their love-making started out a little rote, now that they had united their bodies, merging into one flesh, the passion made me tremble. My pussy grew hot. I ached to be taken hard by...
I wouldn't think of my father.
I glanced at Sven kneeling near me with Aingeal and Kora on either side of him. I stared at his young, chiseled face, his blond hair falling around his face, those locks lustrous. His body was strong and graceful at the same time. That dangerous grace of a fighter. A man who wasn't afraid of danger.
Who didn't sink into a proxy to fight his enemies or enslave his own people. I didn't need my step-father, and soon I would be free of the bastard.
Thea's moans swelled. They echoed through the vast halls. Her husband grunted, kissing at her neck, his hands squeezing those lush tits of her. She undulated her hips, her thighs wrapped about his waist, gripping him.
My free hand rubbed at my skirt. I wanted to slide it higher up my thigh. I wanted to press between my legs. My pussy was so hot but... but... I couldn't masturbate. That wasn't what I should be doing. It wasn't why I was here.
Yet.
“Otmar!” Thea groaned. “Otmar, yes!”
Zanyia purred beside me, squirming back and forth. Her ears twitched. Her small breasts rose and fell. Her nipples hard. So suckable. I licked my lips, my hand squeezing hers. She squeezed back, her palms as sweaty as mine.
“Thea!” the priest grunted.
“Yes, yes, I'm almost there,” she moaned. “Oh, Luben, thank you!”
My pussy clenched as Thea's orgasm exploded from her lips. Her body heaved beneath her husband. My nipples ached against my bodice. My free hand clenched my skirt, balling it up as I whimpered in envy.
“Thea!” he grunted, ramming into her. His back flexed. His moans echoed through the room. He was cumming in her. He was spurting his jizz into his wife's pussy.
A passionate union of love.
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Kora Falk
I trembled as the two priests had their orgasms. I squeezed my brother's hand. Such a giddy thrill ran through me. I was marrying him. Not just claiming to be his wife, not pretending that we were united, but an actual ceremony blessed by the God Luben. I never imagined this would be possible.
Otmar and Thea didn't care that the rest of Zeutch thought step-siblings marrying was wrong. They just cared about our love.
“Luben,” the two priests moaned together as their pleasure peaked, “bless this temple. Let your love spread to this unique coupling. Let them feel your touch on their hearts, pierced by your unerring arrow. They are united, as we are. Love has brought them together and forged them into one.”
I let out a happy squeal, my eyes misting with tears. I could feel the God of Marriage and Fidelity gazing down on us from his astral home of the Cloud Palace. I squeezed Sven and Ealaín's hands while wishing I had more so I could squeeze Ava's, Zanyia's, Aingeal's, Greta's, and Nathalie's hands, too. I wanted to share this joy with all of them.
We were about to be married.
Otmar dismounted his wife. I could see her pussy, framed by her blonde curls. White cum and her juices leaked out of her and trickled down to the altar made of equal balance of black and white marble. The moment their combined fluids touched it, light exploded.
A radiance burst through the room. It at once glowed both white and black. But not a harsh darkness: a welcoming warmth. The twin hues, impossible to coexist together, blended and swirled and then merged into all the colors and yet were none of them. Reds and blues and purples and greens and yellows and oranges and browns and more spilled through the room, washed over us. The love of the two priests formed a tapestry around us, a living painting that writhed and undulated and touched all our souls.
I felt the inspiration of it. It hugged me, caressed me, united me with all those I loved. It engulfed Sven and his harem. I let out a peal of laughter while tears of joy seared down my cheeks. I swayed between my brother and my muse.
The light faded.
Otmar and Thea stood robed before us, their faces flushed, broad smiles on their lips. They gazed out at us then their gaze fell on Ava. The princess quivered, holding the lamia's hand. Her strawberry-blonde locks spilled about her regal face.
“Before the loving gaze of Luben,” the pair intoned together, “God of Marriage and Fidelity, do you, Princess Ava of Kivoneth, swear to cherish, protect, and support Sven Falk, Kora Falk, Aingeal of Faerie, Zanyia, Demigoddess Ealaín, Greta, and Nathalie in times of plenty and sparse, in times of health and pestilence, in times of fortune and poverty, to hold your vow through life and beyond into death?”
“I do,” Ava said in a ringing voice, her head lifted high, diamonds trickling down her cheeks.
Zanyia purred louder.
The priests' gaze switched to me. They spoke the vows, naming all those I cared for. My heart fluttered at each name spoken. I nodded my head and declared, “I do.”
“I do,” Aingeal purred.
“Oh, yes, I do!” Zanyia yowl
ed. “Master owns me! He doesn't get a choice! He has to keep me!”
“I... I do...” Ealaín said, her voice choked when her turn came.
“Yes, yes, I do,” Greta said, bouncing beside Nathalie.
“I do!” Nathalie said, beaming a smile as she gazed at Sven.
And last the priests asked Sven the same vows, spoken in the same intonation. My brother drew in a deep breath. “I do.”
“By Luben's blessing, we declare you wedded to Sven Falk and each other. You may celebrate your union.”
The light exploded around us once more.
Chapter Eighteen: Breeding the Princess-Bride
Princess Ava
I gasped as the black and white light radiated from Thea and Otmar. It swept around us a second time, merging and splitting into all the hues. Last time, it just touched our souls, like it was reading us, sounding our intentions. Now... it bound us and...
The light knifed into my soul. My back arched. I let out a cry of shock as it attacked something inside of me. It hacked at... at cords bound about my heart. It severed the bondage of lust chaining me to my step-father. That ache, that itch deep in my cunt that never truly went away but that I was just ignoring, vanished. My need to be fucked by my father, bred by his taboo seed, evaporated. The cords of the corrupted priestess's spell fell away from me.
I. Was. Free.
Tears exploded from my eyes. My entire body shuddered as the joy swept through me. Love consumed the lust. Fidelity swept away the ardor. I didn't need my father any longer. I just needed Sven and his wives. I just needed my new family. It was wonderful.
“Sven!” I cried out as the light swirled around all of us. “My Sven!”
And then he was before me. He had broken away from his step-sister and Aingeal. His strong arms seized me. He kissed me hard, his strong arms pulling me against him. I melted against his hungry mouth. I clung to him, a new desire swelling in me.
A pure desire.
My tongue danced with Sven's. I was his wife. He was my husband. My prince. I clung to him tightly, my arms locked around his neck. His hands stroked down my back, rustling the fabric of my dress, pulling the cloth tight over my breasts, my nipples aching.
The rest of my family appeared around me as the light faded. They were all my wives, even the sex slaves. Their faces beamed around me as they reached in at me. Their hands fumbled at my clothing, searching for the laces holding my dress closed.
Fingers found them. My bodice grew loose. Gentle hands pulled at my dress, sliding it down my shoulders. Sven broke the kiss to stare at my small breasts quivering, topped by my upswept, dusky nipples.
Armor clinked as hands went to Ealaín's garb. Others were ripping off Sven's leathers as I settled naked before him. Zanyia grinned down at me as she tugged off my skirt, already naked, already prepared to celebrate our nuptials.
Greta's large tits bounced into sight, cupped by Aingeal's kneading hands. Nathalie ripped off Kora's robes, bearing my new wife's tattooed body, the verdant vines and pink flowers almost glowing after being bathed in Luben's colors.
“Mmm, get that cock growing,” Greta moaned as she pulled away from Aingeal and stared at Ealaín pulling off the last of her armor, her midnight-black body exposed for all to gaze upon.
The aoi si smiled, and then her cock sprouted, thrusting from the folds of her pussy. I shivered as her clit grew longer and longer, the pink fading to the darkness of the rest of her skin. Her large tits bounced, her citrine eyes smoldering with lust.
“Oh, my,” Thea gasped. “I didn't expect that.”
“Explains how Sven can keep all those women satisfied,” Otmar said then chuckled. “Slipped another cock into the group.”
“We need to get you ready,” moaned Greta next, turning away from Ealaín and her big cock. “Everyone, we have to get our princess-wife ready to be bred.”
“Ooh, yes, Master has to breed her,” Zanyia moaned. Then the catgirl settled between my thighs, her ears twitching as they thrust out of her tawny hair. Her golden eyes stared up at me as she licked her lips. “We have to get her pussy nice and juicy for her.”
“Mmm, yes,” Ealaín moaned. “She has to be so turned on.” She grabbed Aingeal and pulled the pink-haired faerie's head down towards that throbbing clit-dick. “Inspire her.”
“Yes, yes, inspire me,” I moaned as I watched the faerie's butterfly wings flutter. She nuzzled her pink lips against the dark tip. “That's so hot. Suck all her girl-cum out of her cock.”
“Gods, yes,” groaned Sven. “Get my princess ready.”
“We shall, brother mine,” Kora purred as she cupped my small, right breast. My new wife leaned down and licked at my nipple.
Then Zanyia lapped at my pussy.
I gasped as her hot tongue rasped against my pussy. Hers had a rougher texture than anyone else's tongue. It stimulated my labia in different ways. It made me gasp and moan. My head tossed back and forth as I shuddered on the floor.
Kora sucked so hard on my nipple, the tingles racing down to my pussy being so expertly pleased by Zanyia. The lamia purred as she nuzzled into my folds, her tail swishing back and forth above her body.
“Rithi's inspiring art,” Ealaín moaned.
Aingeal's mouth engulfed the aoi si's girl-dick. Her body wiggled and writhed, her wings fluttering, as she slid her pink lips farther and farther down the ebony shaft. The more of the aoi si's cock she took, the more Ealaín groaned and whimpered. Her big tits jiggled and shook.
“Oh, Aingeal, my sweet faerie-wife,” Ealaín moaned, her dark fingers stroking through the faerie's pink hair. “What a wondrous delight. Love my girl-dick.”
“Love her,” groaned Greta, caressing her big boobs nearby.
Sven tweaked one of Greta's fat nubs. “Your princess-Mistress has a free nipple, slave.”
“Yes, Master,” she moaned, gazing at our husband with such adoration. Then her eyes shot to me. “I'm your slave-wife, Princess. I always wanted to be yours. Ever since you took me to your bed.” Her blue eyes brimmed with sudden tears. “I just never thought... that it would happen.”
I beckoned to her, smiling at her as I writhed against Zanyia's fluttering tongue. “Well, it has. So come over here and let's love each other.”
“Yes!”
As Zanyia jammed that delicious tongue into my pussy and swirled it around, Greta crawled to me. Her big tits swayed and jiggled. I kept my hand outstretched, my fingers first brushing her face. She turned and kissed my palm. As she came closer, my hand slid down her neck and between her pillowy breasts. I squeezed her breast briefly before I was sliding down her belly, reaching for that hot, little cunt between her thighs.
Her golden hair brushed my skin as she lowered her head. As she joined Kora in suckling at my tits, my fingers found her damp bush. She whimpered as I stroked through her curls and caressed the hot silk of her labia. My fingers danced up and down her silt, her juices coating my digits. I parted her petals, caressing her, making her moan about my nub.
“Pater's cock, that is hot,” Sven groaned, kneeling nearby, stroking his dick.
Inspired by the sloppy sounds Aingeal made as she blew Ealaín, I pursed my lips and arched my eyebrows at my husband. My husband! Another giddy thrill, half-propelled by Zanyia's exploring tongue, shot through me.
“Wanton princess,” Sven said as he moved to me, his dick thrusting towards my hungry lips.
“Mmm, of course I am,” I moaned, plunging two fingers into Greta's pussy. “You schooled me in such depravity. You took that innocent, wide-eyed princess and turned her into your whore.”
“My wife,” he said, holding his dick as he brought it to my lips.
“Mmm, your whore. Your wife. Your everything.” I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the tip of his dick.
I moaned as I sucked his cock while fingering Greta's hot pussy, her juices dripping down my wrist. I couldn't help the naughty sounds rising out of my throat. Not with Kora and Greta loving my nipples and Zanyia's amaz
ing tongue stirring up my cunt. So many sensations rippled through my body. So many delights coursed through my veins. They rippled one after the other.
My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock between sucks. I gathered up his salty precum, such a delicious preview of the passion to come. I squirmed and moaned, humping my cunt against Zanyia's licking mouth as I pleased my husband.
My husband!
Every time I thought that, such giddy joy shot through me, mixing with the bliss my three wives gave me. It inspired me to bob my head, pumping my lips up and down his cock by a few inches. My tongue danced and caressed him. My cheeks hollowed as I loved him.
“Pater's cock, yes,” Sven grunted, his face twisting with rapture. His muscular body flexing as spasms of pleasure rippled through him. “Gods, you know how to please a man, Ava.”
“Mmm, she does, Master,” Zanyia said into my pussy. She took another fluttering lick, her tongue grazing my clit.
I whimpered about Sven's cock.
“Just dump all your jizz down her throat, Master,” the lamia continued. She nipped my clit with her teeth, making me squeal. “Then she'll be ready to be bred. I'll have her pussy simmering.”
“Mmm, she will,” Kora moaned between sucks.
Greta giggled about my other nipple, making it throb. I pumped my fingers faster in her cunt, stirring up her passion. It made my bedmaid, my wife, moan louder about my nipple as I churned her silky cunt to a froth.
I was so ready to be bred. To be loved by my family. In the background, Ealaín moaned, “Ooh, Nathalie, such a naughty wife. Mmm, get that tongue deep in my asshole and... Ooh, yes, yes, finger my cunt.”
A heady heat rippled through me as I pictured Ealaín kneeling with Nathalie behind her, the girl's pigtails dangling down past her face buried between the aoi si's butt-cheeks. Aingeal on the other side, bobbing her mouth on that ebony cock, making Ealaín shudder and groan, her body assaulted by the two beauties.
