Agree

“Deal…” Maybe Marus is thinking more with the head deeply embedded and stretching Mira’s cunt. The charm of feeling her will buckle against his. Of seeing Mira’s **** submission to him and their shared lust is enough to give him the strongest orgasm of his life. His cock head belches loads of his baby batter through her spasming cervix and along the walls of her richly fertile womb.

Marus knew Mira thought she was sacrificing her own liberty. She thought she was dooming herself to be as Jasmine {Aleira} was. However he wants them both to succumb to their own desires for him, “If you agree to marry me as well.” He resumes fucking into the svelte and beautiful young woman.

Marus can feel the Divine energy coursing through all three of them. The flavor of this new energy is familiar to what empowers Mira’s own mortal coil but different and more enjoyable. In the eyes of the Goddess, they are already married. What governments and churches say is irrelevant.

The ritualistic ceremony itself magnifies and focuses the energy. It binds their realities and possible futures together in such a way that only **** will separate them.

Mira orgasms massively amidst Marus’s rabid plowing of her womb “Y-E-S!” that is also the most coherent of an answer that she can muster at this point.

Mira is perfectly willing to sacrifice herself for Aleira but she realizes she has already in love with Aleira and adores her. Mira just never allowed herself to take it any further back at church. Prior to these trials and tribulations, she would have balked at the idea of a polyamorous marriage. Yet now she answers void of any reservations.

The idea that after all this time Marus wants her this badly is enough to make her orgasm on his massive organ as she blushes. Her skin is on fire from the heat of her blood. They were mortal enemies and to be married to him is a foreign concept she never considered before. Mystified she looks at him and gently cradles his jaw and face.

“Why do you want me?”

Aleira begins roughly kissing her soul mates lips and locks them with her own. Delving into Mira’s throat, Aleira’s tongue wrestles to dominate Mira’s. “Why is it that the men always want you more than me?” Aleira whispers in Mira’s ear angrily before playfully biting it. The anger and menace in Aleira’s words is clear to Mira.

Shocked out of Mira’s senses she looks up at Aleira with a hurt look. Mira is confused, she gave all that she is to free Aleira, and she responds with anger. After a moment it dawns on her that she is lucky that Marus wants her as his wife as well. Aleira might choose to be a very… demonic, mistress to Mira.

The exchange is easily noticed by Marus and he delights in how evil Aleira has become. How quickly she turns on Mira immediately after her sacrifice.

With that Marus relishes the pleasure of letting himself coat Mira’s ripe and fertile womb with more of his potently virile baby batter. Fluttering in orgasmic release, her eyes, abdomen, cervix, and womb, like the wings of a humming bird. As the hot warmth of his seed fills her womanhood full as nature intended.

“ugh! Yes! Take it! “ Animalistic heavy grunts emanate from Marus’s throat. A couple quick thrusts from his hips helps pump the last bits of seed past Mira’s cervix.

Between Mira’s own massive orgasmic release she manages to get out “Marus please… fuuuuccckkkiiieeee!!! Oohhh… fuck yes!”

Collapsing onto the granite floor, Mira allows herself to give in and welcome her fiancée in the orgasmic afterglow. Stroking Marus leathery manly skin she smiles unconsciously to herself.

Jasmine joins them and continues kissing and sucking on Mira’s porcelain flawless skin. Cold sweat covers both of their bodies and mats their hair but they are beyond caring about any of that.

The lust and hate filled haze in Jasmine’s eyes is already receding. Mira feels this without even looking and continues to breath in her man’s hair and scent. She feels her soul mates mind slowly returning. Aleira is still Marus’s slut but the old Aleira is returning and is more dominant.

Remembering the anger before, Mira never realized Aleira was wanting of one of Mira’s many suitors. In the entire realm, Mira’s beauty is heralded by Bards and peasants alike as without compare. Though, she thought there are many beautiful women in various positions in the Kingdom of Arlain.

The notoriety probably has more to do with Mira’s struggles against Marus and his ilk. Men seemed to be attracted to what they think is beyond them. If nothing else, Marus has proven nothing is beyond anyone.

Still the fame led many men to seek to tame and claim Mira as their own. It got to a point where she often wondered why they felt they were somehow more special than any of the countless others who sought her. Men can be so single minded that she doubted they thought of anyone other than her and themselves… and mostly themselves.

Most were found wanting, and the ones who she deemed acceptable she allowed herself to show she fancied them. Yet she told them in private they should move on, they were great but failed to compel her away form her Sun Goddess.

Completely spent for the moment, Marus never felt a release quiet as big as he did just then in taming Mira at long last. He knew of her many suitors. He even technically ‘was’ many of her suitors, even the ones who actually won her favor. That is the most irritating part though, realizing that she saw any ‘marriage’ is a direct attack on her pact with the Sun Goddess.

That is ludicrous, and Marus knows even the Sun Goddess thought it so. Yet the only recourse is to do what he has just done. Claim Mira as himself, when she ‘knows’ and accepts that she is being courted and her pact with the Sun Goddess is in jeopardy.

Marus helps a fair number of Mira’s suitors. The price for his help was always very high and with the possibility that he ended up taking Mira away from them. That would have been fun.

Many of those suitors now serve as his loyal and obedient guards. He is more than a little surprised that Mira failed to recognize the two guards she serviced previously.

Reluctantly Marus intercedes in the squabble, “I have to go make arrangements my betrothed. Please make out, make up, and play nice.

“I am in love with you both Aleira. You just presented yourself in a compromising where I could kidnap you sooner than Mira did.” Marus grabs and pulls Aleira too him roughly. They lock lips and French-kiss.

Aleira resists at first until she realizes that she is resisting… she has not done that to Marus for a very long time. Mira may have **** Marus to do so, but he still decided that he wanted a free Aleira as his wife instead of the mental automaton and fuck toy Jasmine. So then she yields to his French-kiss and embraces him.

The leathery wings are folded and compact and out of the way, into Marus’s back now. Aleira’s hands stroke the bones near their base just the way she knew he likes it. Mira beings to kiss and lick Aleira’s skin, starting with her back, she notices. She coos and purrs her appreciation and love with Mira.