A bright wedding and dark machinations

All the guest were in their place, the priest was too: an old and ugly man who spoke annoyingly slow. "We are here... in this hoooly place... to uniiite...." He started to say with her diseased voice. Lunnara entertained herself by looking at the building around her with curiosity. Human architecture was too unrefined and brutish for her elven taste, but they sometime could show some manner of taste. I should make an effort to improve their craftsmanship once I start building my tower...

"Mommy, this is boring." Said Myrce by Lunnara's side.

"I know, my little slut, but it is very important that we are here. Today this will become the most powerful of the human kingdoms, and I will take it for me."

"Will you fuck all this people?"

"The pretty ones, in time, the others will serve as cattle and soldiers... But today we must be sneaky and thread lightly, we must gather information, we must learn their weakness. We have corrupted the soon to be queen, and the king and her sister are next in line. I sense other magic users in the room, but they have not detected my illusions, yet. That is a good sign, but we are not completely save. Do you see that altar?" Said Lunnara pointing to the apse, where a giantic representation of the first human King, Uther Pendragon, stood proud amongst a cloud of light, blessed by the love of the human gods.

"The one where the boring man talks?" Asked Myrce.

"That very same. The human gods are not particularly powerful but they are annoyingly focused in the dispelling of dark magic. Dorian is far from being a holy man and this church is not particularly powerful, it has not prevented my entrance, but my body itches just being inside it."

"Like an asshole?" Asked Myrce.

"Not as pleasing. Below this chapel is a catacomb, full of blessed relics and weapons, I can sense it, and I would not be able to enter it by myself, nor would my spells have any effect there. We must corrupt this place, step by careful step. Their church is their best weapon against me and if I reveal myself as a sorceress of dark magic, they will use it. We must take it from them before they realise my true nature."

"Marian knows." Said Myrce.

"Oh, I'm not afraid of her. She will be easy to deal with if she gets too many ideas. I was thinking of something else, really. Would you like to be a priestess of our own church? You have already vowed to remain a virgin..."

"Do I have to give boring speeches too?"

"It would be up to you that they are not boring. And you could teach other young girls to mend their ways and learn how to be little and devoted painsluts like you... among other things."

"But I don't want to be more girls like me."

"This has never being about you, slut." Lunnara brought a hand to **** her blonde servant. "You better remember that."

While Myrce remained silent, enjoying her little ****, the priest continued with his long speech. "...for the love... of a queeeen... is a du... duty.... that serves.... the kingdom as... as well as... his husband..." She had to give that to Myrce. It was definitely really boring. Lunnara scanned the room with her elvish eyes to gaze upon the guests. She saw princess Isolde close to her brother and saw the barely contained rage that shined in her eyes, the lust and jealousy for his own brother. Hmm... that could be fun, indeed.

"Would you **** me harder, mommy?" whispered Myrce.

Lunnara lowered her gaze to her and spoke with a hiss. "I might be getting too soft with you."

"That's why I ask... harder."

"Oh, so you have grown some wit. That's a good skill for a high priestess." Said Lunnara, still not **** her harder.

"But this is a boring wedding and I don't want to fall sleep. I will ruin the party if I fall sleep... I might snore, mommy..."

Lunnara smiled and released the girl from her hands. "You better not test my patience, slut. You will remain silent until I ask for your voice again. Now, stay awake and smile. The king is going to kiss his bride."