It's a nice day for a white wedding

Nick and Mary parted, sharing a heated gaze for a moment.

“I love you…” Mary whispered. It wasn’t part of her script, the words just burst out of her. Her ring burned cold around her finger, a physical testament to what her heart knew to be true.

They were married now. It may not have been legal, and Sylvia certainly wasn’t a priest. But for all that it mattered, in the eyes of God and in Mary’s heart, they were married.

She had been waiting for this day for so long, and now that it was finally here, she felt her emotions rising up to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her. Her loins seethed as she felt her body screaming at her to push him down and have sex with him right this very second. But she couldn’t do that… not here… not in front of all these people…

When Sylvia said she was going to invite some guests, Mary had suspected it would be something like this. The crowd was filled with faces she’d never seen before, some of them not even human. These were Sylvia’s friends, not hers.

So… did it even matter what they thought?

Her cheeks flushed and her mouth watered as she gazed upon her love in his suit. He’d dressed up just for her, tried to look his best for her, just as she’d done for him.

She wanted him so badly she could taste it. They should just skip the rest of the wedding and move right to consecrating the marriage!

Dakota’s words from that morning whispered in her ear. Her conspiratorial voice leached into Mary’s brain like a virus, clouding her thoughts with desire.

Meanwhile, Nick just had wedding bells ringing in his ears. He could feel the heat of Mary’s gaze and it made his heart race. Mary… his wife. He was married now. To a woman he loved.

Just as he was coming to terms with that, Sylvia’s silky-smooth voice broke the chorus of cheers.

“What a lovely ceremony,” she purred. “But now… we must get to the final part of the wedding, the unification of husband and wife.”

“Huh?” Nick turned to her, confused. “We already did that! We just kissed!”

“Oh, I know, and what a kiss it was,” Sylvia grinned, leaning forward and resting her body on the altar. She draped her curvaceous figure over it. “But this is Harem Hotel, my boy. You didn’t really think it would be settled just by this?”

She tapped her cane and the floor beneath Nick and Mary started to shake. Nick’s eyes slid down to his feet and saw that something was emerging from beneath him. His heels sank into a soft, velvety surface and he fell forward, nearly crashing into a likewise-tripping Mary.

The two held onto each other to keep their balance, and the shaking soon stopped.

They were standing- mostly- on a luxurious mattress covered in silk.

“I said it, didn’t I?” Sylvia continued, leering up at them with a twisted grin on her face. “Exchanging body fluids. What, you thought a simple kiss would be enough?”

Mary widened her eyes. “You… you really want us to…”

“Absolutely not!” Nick exploded. His eyes swept over the crowd of gleeful onlookers. “In front of all these people!? We won’t!”

“Fine, fine,” Sylvia shrugged. “What a pity. I guess the wedding is off, then…”

“No!” Mary exclaimed. That was the worst thing.

“You can’t do this!” Nick cried. “You can’t make us…!”

“MAKE you?” Sylvia narrowed her eyes, and her expression turned cloudy. “I’m not going to make you do anything. This is what you want. Or at least… it’s what Mary wants. Isn’t that right, my girl?”

Nick turned to the redhead in his arms, shocked. “…Mary?”

Her mouth fell open, but no sound emerged. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t cry out.

She looked away from him, her cheeks flushed, and he realized that Sylvia was telling the truth.

“You heard her, Nick…” A sweet voice whispered into his ear. He felt soft hands dance across his chest and jacket, stroking him. “She wants this.”

Of course. Of course it would be her.

“Dakota… this was you, wasn’t it?” He growled, looking back over his shoulder at the gleeful expression on his friend’s face. Dakota had joined them on the bed, her golden eyes glittering with anticipation.

“How rude…” Dakota murmured. “I simply asked… I just put the idea in her head… but Mary… she’s the one who wanted to be with you. She’s the one who couldn’t even wait one second to consummate her marriage… even if it was going to happen in front of all these people.”

Nick turned to his bride, and saw her face burning with shame. But with the shame came something else.

Desire.

They were right. She did want this.

“I… I’m sorry…” She whispered. “I’m supposed to be the pure one… the good one… but Dakota… she said that it would be better than anything… and Sylvia… she said if I didn’t… then the wedding wouldn’t be official… I want you more than anything, Nick… and… I don’t care who sees.”

She held her head up high, even as she shook in his arms. It was obvious that Mary was frightened, but that fear was nothing compared to her determination. She was really going to do this.

There was just one problem.

“I-I’m sorry…” Mary was kneeling on the bed, her whole body shaking. She looked longingly up into Nick’s eyes, but he could see hesitation starting to creep in. “I want this… I really, really do… but… I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how… I’m… I’m too scared to start…”

Nick wanted to tell Mary that if she was too scared to do this, then she didn’t have to. He would call the whole thing off, and make Sylvia change the rules. Do something to make is so she didn’t have to go through with this.

But before he could voice any of those thoughts, Dakota’s hand caressed his crotch, and he realized how hard her touch was making him.

“That’s fine…” The wicked woman purred. “I’ve already taken care of all the arrangements.”

Mary felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, and for the first time she tore her eyes away from her husband to see her best friend’s gentle smile.

“I’ll help you,” Holly encouraged. “Dakota told me what she was planning. I can’t believe it. You’re so brave…!”

Holly’s eyes were watering, too. She whirled around. “Kim! I need your help with her! Come on!”

“R-right!” Kim stumbled towards the bed, starting to come to her senses. She’d been petrified by how quickly the tone had changed, but with Holly barking orders like that… wait…

“…Hey, I don’t answer to you!” Kim snapped.

“Just do it! Don’t you want Mary to be happy?” Holly pleaded.

She raised a valid point. Kim glanced briefly at Nick, ready to reject the order, but saw the same thing Nick saw in Mary.

Hesitation and desire.

He knew he shouldn’t want this, but part of him did. That primal, masculine part of him that wanted to claim his bride for everyone to see, to show off his prize, and demonstrate his masculinity in front of all the other women in his life.

Even if one of those women happened to be his horrified step-mother.

Amelia was aghast at how quickly this had descended into debauchery. Was he really going to…? Yes, it seemed that he was. This was ridiculous! No wedding should have something like this, not in the modern day! It was disgusting and patriarchal, some kind of primitive “purity test” to demonstrate the bride’s virtue and husband’s virility for the community to judge! It had no place in civilized society!

But when she tried to rise and put a stop to this, she found herself unable to move.

I’m not a guest here, she realized far too late. I’m a prisoner.

Her body was paralyzed. She couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t even close her eyes. All she could do was breathe, and watch.

“You can’t do this!” Dani exclaimed. She was the only girl present putting up a fight, because she most certainly did NOT want to see Nick having sex in front of her. Sure, all the other girls might have varying levels of desire for him, but Dani most certainly didn’t!

“Sit,” Sylvia hissed, raising her cane, and Dani froze in place. “You were made Nick’s best woman, remember? And as the best woman, it’s your job to stand up for him on his wedding day and support him, isn’t that right?”

Dani let out as much of frustrated scream as she could manage in her current state.

But Nick wasn’t paying any mind to his friend. Or anything that wasn’t on the bed, really. Dakota had managed to work his pants down and was stroking his cock, getting it hard and ready for his bride.

“With how wet she definitely is, I doubt we need any lubrication,” Dakota said, spitting into her palm and rubbing the head of his shaft. “But it never hurts to have some. She’s still a virgin, after all.”

“I’m so happy for you, Mary,” Holly continued to coo into her best friend’s ear. She supported her back with one hand, while the other caressed one of Mary’s inflated tits. On the other side, Kim was holding Mary up as well, but refrained from molesting her. For now, at least.

Mary still had no feeling in her legs. It was like she was floating, looking down on her body from far up near the ceiling of the chapel. But she could still feel everything her body was going through, her brain cooking in a sea of lust as her hips bucked desperately. She was so close… so close to what she’d always wanted.

Holly had pulled down the bustier of Mary’s dress, letting her massive tits flop out over her chest. And at the same time, Kim tore away the skirt. The dress Mary had chosen had been designed to tear away easily like this, so she wouldn’t have to waste any time getting out of it to have sex.

Maybe this had been what she’d wanted from the start.

Nick gazed upon her nearly-naked form and felt himself grow even harder with desire. He didn’t see a trace of underwear on her body, making it clear just what her intentions had been from the second she entered the church. Damn it… this was so wrong, and yet he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted this, wanted her.

…And really, what WAS so wrong? She was his wife. Or would be soon. The nuances of this ceremony were a little lost on him in the heat of the moment. But either way, he knew that his desire to become one with her, to mate with her, was completely natural. And why shouldn’t it be?

They were in love. They’d just pledged to spend the rest of their lives together. This was good. This was right.

And judging by the moans escaping Mary’s lips as Holly’s fingers prepared her wet channel to take him in, his bride agreed with him.

In that moment, he should have been the conqueror, the predator, he should have seized her and pushed her down and mated with her until they both lost consciousness. But like Mary, he found himself paralyzed, stuck between his desires and the last remaining strands of his dignity.

Then he felt his body start to move anyway.

“We’re not even here,” Dakota whispered into his ear. It felt like her voice was corrupting him more thoroughly than even Sylvia could. “Just think of the three of us as marital aids, helping the two of you consummate in the way a man and wife are supposed to.

“Mary…” Nick croaked out, staring in awe as Holly and Kim gingerly maneuvered her body. They propped her up on her hips while each took hold of one leg, spreading them apart. Mary’s sopping wet pussy was on display, with nothing in the way to keep Nick from thrusting as deep into her as he could go.

God, it felt like Nick was just a passenger in his own act of copulation. The girls were in control of everything. Dakota worked his shaft, getting it nice and hard and guided it towards Mary’s lower lips with one hand while the other held a firm grip on his chest. She pushed her hips forward insistently, nudging him closer and closer as the girls did the same for his blushing bride, all the while whispering sweet nothings into her ear to encourage her and bring out moan after moan. They were bringing cock and pussy together all on their own, and neither Nick nor Mary even had to move! Nick had had sex in a lot of ways these past few weeks, from behind, with the girl on top, in the shower, in a garden, but this was a new one for sure. It was the most assisted sex he’d ever had!

Then Nick felt the head of his shaft kiss against her lips, and he hissed. Just that glancing touch was enough to make him get even harder!

“So close…” Dakota moaned into his ear.

“You’re almost there,” Holly urged. “Just a little more… and you’ll get all of that thick shaft all to yourself!”

Mary squirmed in place, tiny moans escaping her lips as she bucked her hips against him. She was so wet and so ready, but she was also so scared. She felt him poke up against her again, trying to push inside of her, and hesitated once more. With a little yelp she tried to pull back, and Nick did as well, wanting to give her all the space she needed.

The others were having none of it.

Dakota tightened her grip on his cock and slammed her hips against his from behind, sending him crashing forward at the same time Holly and Kim pushed against Mary with all their might.

Nick’s shaft slid inside Mary like a hot knife through butter, and the two unleashed a shared moan that made the entire chapel shake. His dick only stopped when it reached the barrier further inside of her, and even then, it was only for a moment.

“Do it!” Mary screamed. “Make me yours! Make me your wife in every meaning of the word!”

If she was in pain, Nick certainly couldn’t tell. And at the moment, it was the last thing on his mind. Mary’s insides felt so good that he couldn’t stand another second being outside her. He thrust forward, pushing through Mary’s hymen and burying the length of his shaft deep inside her. Dakota’s hands had left him by this point, and he no longer felt her presence behind him. This was all Nick.

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“YES! OH, PLEASE! YES!” Mary’s slutty moans echoed through the church as her body spasmed. Her arms and legs flew everywhere as her breasts bounced on her chest, leaking milk all over the bed. Holly and Kim were shaken off, Holly too small to hold her friend down and Kim too sore. But that was fine, because someone else had slipped in to take their place.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Dakota purred, grabbing Mary’s ankles and holding them back, folding her in half. Mary’s back rested in her lap and she stared up in wonder at Dakota momentarily, hardly able to process her words.

Then the next orgasm ripped that brief moment of clarity away from her, and she screamed again.

“Please!” She moaned, bucking her hips up against Nick’s. She’d always heard that your first time was supposed to hurt. Her parents warned her that the pain was God’s way of telling her to make sure that the one she was with was the one she was meant for.

In a way, they had been right. Nick didn’t hurt. Sex felt more amazing than anything she’d ever experienced. All the pleasure from when the girls had milked her couldn’t compare. All the joy from Nick’s hugs and kisses couldn’t compare. All the feeling of meaningful fulfillment from her many years of sermons in the church couldn’t compare.

Being united with the man she loved had eclipsed everything else that had ever mattered to her.

“Ungh, Mary… you’re so… fuck, you’re amazing… I love you!” Nick moaned, thrusting inside of her. Without Dakota to keep him upright he almost fell on top of her, using his hands to balance himself as he thrust down into his bride. She seemed to glow as her eyes met his, and her passionate moans were music to his ears.

“You deserve this, master.” Holly took Dakota’s place behind Nick, rubbing his back tenderly, urging him on. “You and Mary both do. If not for me, you could have been doing this so long ago… I’m sorry… I should never have gotten in your way. All those happy moments I took from you…”

“I don’t care about that,” Nick grunted, burying himself as deep inside Mary’s welcoming hole as he could go, eliciting another moan from her. He wasn’t lying, either. In the heat of the moment, Holly’s words were just noise in his ear. “This is happening, now. The past… ungh, fuck… it doesn’t… fuck, you’re so tight! It doesn’t fucking matter!”

Holly squealed with delight. She knew she’d long-since been forgiven, but seeing Nick so enthralled with Mary revved her up immensely. She rubbed her hands against the chastity belt between her legs, knowing that this wasn’t about her. It was about the two of them.

“We’re not done yet,” Dakota purred, stroking Mary’s chin. “My little slut…”

“…No…” Mary mumbled. “Not… ‘m not…”

“Hmm?”

“Not… haaahn! Not a slut!” She wailed, thrashing in Dakota’s lap.

“Fair enough, a slut will have sex with anyone, but you only have sex with your husband. Okay, you’re not a slut,” Dakota admitted. “But… you know what else you’re not?”

Mary’s eyes snapped open as she felt an exceptionally deep thrust from Nick, and a moan escaped from her lips.

Dakota leaned down and whispered into Mary’s ear.

“Pregnant.”

“HAAAAAHHHN!” Mary’s moan was deafening. She orgasmed a couple dozen times or so, the thought of her future impregnation revving her up even more.

“What do you think, Nick?” Dakota purred, cupping his chin and tilting her eyes up to meet his. “Would you like to breed your little bride?”

Nick’s heart raced. What she was saying… it was insane. Maddening. He couldn’t do something that reckless! Having sex with Mary… getting her pregnant…

But… that was what she wanted, right?

He was so lost in the heat of the moment that he couldn’t even think about it. All he could think about were Dakota’s words in his ears, and Mary’s moans of passion, pleading with him.

“Yes! Please!” She begged, clinging to his arms. “Please cum inside me! Please make me a mommy!”

Dakota smiled wickedly down at the spasming redhead, and lifted something up for both of them to see.

It was a bottle full of pink pills.

Mary’s eyes widened and her pupils turned into dots as she zeroed in on the pink pills.

“Th-that-oh!” She shook a little as Nick thrust deeper inside her.

“Yes… it is…” Dakota purred. She patted Mary on the belly, right upon her womb. “Just what we need to kickstart that breeding factory of yours.”

“Fuck…” Nick groaned, bucking his hips frantically. That sounded so wrong, and yet so hot.

“Yes!” Mary wailed. “Please!” Her breeding kink, inserted into her at the very beginning of this twisted show, was in full **** now, and she wanted nothing more than to do her duty as a good Christian and bear her husband a child. And right now, Nick wasn’t stopping her.

Dakota unscrewed the cap and popped a pill into her hand. Mary craned her head up and opened her lips wide, and Dakota dropped it into her mouth.

The pill sizzled on her tongue, dissolving and filling her body with energy. She could feel her womb start to heat up and her pussy spasmed, thirsting for the breeding juice trapped in Nick’s balls.

“There we go… oh… but that’s not nearly enough, is it?” Dakota tapped her chin thoughtfully, and a wicked smile crossed her lips, as if she’d just come up with a great idea, and not already been planning this from the start.

She tilted the bottle over, and filled her hand with a bunch of pills. Mary gasped, and her eyes widened even further. But before she could say anything, Dakota shoved the pills down her throat, and Mary’s body burst into flames.

“IEEEEYAAAGH!” She roared, shaking like a tornado as her body was afflicted with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her womb screamed and creamed and throbbed desperately, burning with heat that wouldn’t abate until its thirst was sated.

Dakota set aside the bottle and grabbed Mary’s ankles again.

“She’s all ready for you now…” The wicked girl purred, her golden eyes shining. “Give her what she wants, stud.”

This was wrong. This was so wrong. Nick knew how wrong it was, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing Mary’s face wracked with pleasure, hearing the desperation in her voice, it made him want to give her everything she wanted, damn the consequences.

“Damn it!” He roared, thrusting as deep as he could and letting go. Mary wrapped around him tightly, squeezing down on his cock, her pussy transformed into a machine to extract his semen and make babies with it. Milk from her tits leaked all over the bed, just another testament to how ready to breed she was. Sylvia had cultivated the perfect woman to turn into a mother, and Dakota had finished the job.

Now it was up to him to do his part.

She was his wife. He was her husband. And he wanted to knock her up and make her pregnant, like a husband should do with his wife. Wasn’t that what she wanted, too?

So why was he hesitating?

He thrust as deep inside of her as he could, knocking against her cervix and making her entire body shake. She squeezed down on him, her walls coaxing him with pleasurable caresses and urging him to release his sperm.

With a primal roar he emptied his seed out inside of her, hosing down the blazing fire burning in her womb as she moaned with ecstasy, nearly passing out as she was swallowed by the strongest orgasm she’d experienced yet. Her eyes rolled back into her forehead and her body seized up.

In that moment, she wasn’t in the church anymore, feeling her husband inside her. She was a lifetime away. In a nice little household, nice and pregnant, nursing her belly as the rest of her children surrounded her. Nick, older now, wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his cheek against her.

This… this was happiness.

Mary lost consciousness, a smile plastered to her lips, as Nick slumped over onto her, holding her tightly in his arms. Husband and wife together in every way possible, with the rest of the world far off in the distance.