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There's a reception, of course. You can't very well throw together a wedding and invite nobles and then expect to get away quickly. So as quickly as everyone arrived, everyone departs. The priests rapidly seal up the church - for good reasons they don't like being near the unruly locals any more than you or the nobles. Then it's off to a great hall you rented out in another, quieter, part of town.

Here the nobles, priests and guards all find some things they can agree on. Fine food, free flowing wine and nice music. A number of cute tavern serving girls hired for the event also helps, particularly since you've openly allowed them all to drink so long as they don't imbibe to the point of drunkenness. That's something most employers won't allow for the serving staff, but you know it always makes for a lively party. As does hiring several 'serving girls' who are quite obviously as used to working in brothels as taverns.

Everyone starts having a great time. You get to see one of the older priests, the second highest ranked you believe, chug a great big glass of wine to the amazement of a few young nobles. They're not at all used to priests drinking, let alone drinking in a way that suggests he could drink them under the table. The lack of a few lascivious nobles and some of those less reputable serving girls tells you this party will be remembered very fondly by some.

Your brides also get a great deal of attention. Until now Doe has been known of, but not much seen. Now the nobles have the chance to talk to the mysterious lamia as well as the perfect excuse to do so. Linne is equally popular, since there's only one other cataur in town and you're sure that duke Kaldrass is keeping Ariane close to him.

Suddenly, the hall quiets and head start to turn to the main doors. The king and several of his advisors are there, outlined by the sun. He steps inside and looks about. When he spots you and your two brides he comes over and says, "A valanistic wedding, I see." He looks over both your brides and then back at you. "My invitation arrived quite late this morning. I'm afraid I don't have any wedding gift at hand."

You make all the appropriate platitudes. It's all an act anyway - you plotted this part out with the king weeks ago. It's the final, perfect excuse to lift any remaining charges or punishments, not only against Doe but against any other captives. Now that the king has a large number of centaurs who are largely happy to serve he's been looking for a good way to smooth things out and make peace, of a sort.

"A moment," he says, imperiously. He then leads his advisors over to a corner and there is a short discussion and a writing board is brought forth. When he walks back he's looking magnanimous. He hands you a formally signed and sealed scroll, which you read, and then read aloud. You already knew this was coming, but you didn't know exactly what he'd write. It's a general forgiveness, along with various well thought out provisions, like the chance to bring over families, stipends to cover the non-combatant captives for a short time as they seek employment, etc. Quite a generous deal. The forgiveness part is the one that's most directly important, but the rest will probably improve feelings among the centaurs.

Doe is absolutely stunned. Every worry she had has just been lifted. While she's recovering the king takes her hand, kisses it, then takes Linne's hand, kisses it and says, "Congratulations on your marriage and welcome, both of you, to the nobility." Then he calls for a toast and the entire room cheers. The king's mood can be fickle and many were perhaps worried that being caught out helping you with this wedding could have cost them. The king is happy, so they are happy.

For hours you eat, drink and dance. Dancing with either of your wives is... different. None of you have any real practice - it looks and feels strange, but you know that Doe doesn't give a damn. When you're on the dance floor with her she's just looking at you and smiling like she can't stop and doesn't want to.

Linne, normally so self-conscious, seems to be doing better with a lot of wine in her system. She's laughing as her four feet get tangled up as you lead her around the dance floor. She's actually in such a good mood that she swaps you with a surprised noblewoman and takes the woman's partner for a spin.

As the sun sets...

That was an epic party. One that will go down in history and one that, if you're not mistaken, will result in at least a few bastards being born in about 9 months. There again, Clarissa, one of the serving girls was doing so well with lord Celfen that he might even marry her.

Speaking of marriage... you and your wives ease yourselves out of the large coach and head back to your tower. There's just one thing left to make this marriage official. And since you're now valanists and in a three way marriage that means not one but two consummations. You almost expect another argument when you get back to the bedroom, but instead Linne gives you a kiss and eagerly pushes you toward Doe.

"We talked about it," Linne tells you as she helps to get your pants off. "You married me first, so you've got to have Doe first." Then she gets so excited that she zips off and does a circuit of the room at high speed while you and Doe laugh at the spectacle of a cataur in her wedding dress dashing at top speed.

Doe starts to take off her dress but you say, "Why don't you keep it on, you look so gorgeous right now," and that stops her.

"Well, why not," she says, pretending she's just going along with what you want. But you see the way the edge of her mouth keeps curling up into a smile. The woman who would have happily killed you to escape just months ago is licking her lips and her eyes are focused on you, full of love and desire.

For once she looks unsure. She almost looks her age. Not the confident military leader, but the worried teen girl wondering what her first time will truly be like. Wondering perhaps if her man will treat her right. So you start slow, gently rubbing her long, smooth fingers and working the knots out of those muscles. Then you wrap an arm around her waist and draw her close. You kiss her neck and finally feel her start to relax.

It seems that was the sign she needed that you plan to do it right, because after that she allows you to take the lead. You've never seen her this passive. She runs her hands over your body, she kisses back when you kiss her, but she allows you to cup her B cup breasts through the thin fabric of her gown, she lets you explore her ass, or at least the bum-shaped rump you made sure to add to her body. Why shouldn't a lamia have bumps of flesh covered in finest scales just where a human's bum is, after all?

Most of all, she lets you kiss her. She seems to love every way you find to kiss her - her lips, her cheeks, her neck and ears. To test that you ask her to bring the tip of her tail over here. She does, though she looks a bit worried at what you might do with it. You take the last few feet of her tail and stroke them. You know it's sensitive and you're not disappointed when Doe's whole body squirms happily at your touch.

You use your thumbs to rub the last little bit of the underside, which drives her wild. But that's not all you wanted to do. Once you've rubbed it clean you hold her tail in front of her and kiss it, just there on those sensitive underside scales. It's apparently enough to make her gasp and soon Doe fans her face with one hand, trying to make the deep blush disappear. She didn't even think of you doing that and the surprise is driving her wild.

Now it's time for Doe's main event. While she's still trying to recover from her tail being kissed you lift that hem and get access to the underbelly nearest her human half. You can tell just how turned on she is - normally the little cleft you designed to conceal her vagina is closed up tight. But right now one scale has bowed out and the other has cupped inward, revealing the reddish flesh behind the scales as well as her heavenly channel.

She looks a little worried again, so you go back to kissing her lips. But at the same time you use one hand to bunch up her skirt so you have a clear shot at the prize. With your fingers you trace the edges, causing Doe you moan and squirm in place. When she's properly wound up you ask her, "Shall I?".

She gulps, but nods.

When you plant your cock against the outer lips of her passage you know you're soon to feel something amazing, something no one else has ever felt. For you designed lamia vaginas to be something special. You ease your cock inside her, ever so gently. Inside, her body is a bit cooler than yours, but your manhood is hot enough for both of you.

"It feels like, ohhh," she moans, "a boiling hot sausage. So hot inside me."

Mmmm, you hadn't fully considered that. Of course a lamia would enjoy the heat. You touch her cheek, letting your hand warm her face as your cock warms her belly. Another few hot kisses and you proceed. Deeper and deeper you push, never finding a hymen. You guess Doe must have torn it at some point in training. She seems confused when you feed your entire length inside her without having to break through any kind of barrier, but she's too horny to comment on it.

Then you feel what you've been waiting for. Inside Doe's belly, lining the sides, top and bottom of her birth canal, are a whole series of specialized muscles, based to some degree on the complex muscles snakes use for movement. You feel it as Doe, for the first time, tries flexing some of those muscles. Until now they've been unused, but with a cock taking up space between them they become very useful. It should almost be like something is tickling her mind, begging to be tested.

She tightens some muscles, and inside it's like the top of her vagina pressed down on the tip of your cock, bending it downward like a banana. Then another set lifts it upward. Soon she tests the other muscles, finding that she can lift the tip while pressing down on the middle or base. Or vice versa. Or she can press in from the sides to curve it left or right. Or squeeze it from all sides at the base while pulsing up, left, down, right in sequence at the tip to swirl your shaft around inside her.

You wanted lamias to be truly special, so you made sure that they would have unmatched dexterity within their genitals. Something to help make up for the loss of their legs. And now, the very first lamia is gleefully using those muscles to toy with your cock. It's like she's discovered a new set of hands she never knew about and now she wants to sculpt some clay with them. The pleasure is building so quickly you just have to groan. She doesn't stop, she grins madly and starts doing even more. What kind of lusty monster have you made?

Doe forces you to cum in an embarrassingly sort time. You grope her breasts and kiss her, wanting to make her cum at least once after that amazing orgasm you experienced. Doe seems to understand what you're doing, but she now takes the lead. Her big tail silently slips up behind you and wraps around your waist and hers, pinning you to her and holding your cock inside her ravenous passage.

With an excited giggle Doe explores everything her inner muscles can do, toying with your softening shaft so much that she manages to **** it back to life. You're surprised - and getting hard yet again is mildly uncomfortable. Your balls and cock are begging for a rest. But Doe wants to experiment and your firm shaft is what she needs.

She soon learns more tricks with her muscles, but thankfully it's not just you who feels great pleasure when she uses them. Her face gets more and more excited and **** and then she throws her head back and cries, "Oh fuck!" Inside her muscles lose all coherence - they act wildly for a few seconds before rearranging their patterns into an attempt to pull you deeper, no matter that your balls are pressed firmly against Doe's underbelly.

You can tell when Doe regains control of herself. She's grinning from ear to ear. She pulls you in close and gives you a firm kiss. Then she pulls back just enough that you can see the eager glint in her eyes as she says, "Cum for me." And then the shifting and pulsing take hold. Despite the protests your balls do indeed fire a second load of cum, unable to resist her desires.

At least with that she seems sated. Doe uncoils to free you from her loins, though she continues to hold you with her arms. "Just hold me a little while," she asks. Knowing what she probably wants you take her head and place it against your chest. Then you lay there, gently stroking her soft hair. All you get in reply are pleasant murmurs and moans.

All this time Linne has been silent. You look over at her to see she's quietly crying, though it's definitely tears of joy. "Oh gosh, I'm a mess," she says sniffling. "But that was so nice."

Doe sucks in a deep breath and lifts herself away from you. She looks down and tells you, "Better rest up, Mr. mage. Linne still needs to make the acquaintance of little John."

Linne starts waving her hands and tries to wipe away the tears. "Oh, no, I should wait till morning. I don't want to..." but Doe just slithers across the bed, ignoring her.

When Doe reaches her she gives Linne a hug and says, "First, let's get you fixed up. You shouldn't cry like that, you can't be all puffy when our husband takes you."

As you lie there, silently thanking your lucky stars that you actually have a little time to recuperate, Doe takes Linne over to the mirror and fixes her hair and her makeup. She also whispers some things in Linne's ears that you can't make out. Whatever it is, Linne trots back to the edge of the bed, still not able to look directly at you. Apparently just seeing you and Doe have sex was already too much for her.

But Doe keeps a hand on Linne's lower back and asks you if you've recovered enough.

"We really don't have to," Linne says quietly. "We could wait."

You come over and coax her onto the bed. She doesn't resist when you give her a few gentle kisses and trace her ear and the line of her jaw. "Do you really want to wait? Because I'd love to learn about my new wife in all the best ways, right now." That finally seems to do the trick. You work around her flank, tracing a finger along her fine white dress until you reach her hindquarters, where that tail is going wild. You place both hands firmly on her rump, touching it through the silk of her dress. Just that is enough to make her moan and shiver. Her tail smacks into your side hard, showing how eager every part of her body is for this.

But you make her wait. First you massage that fine rear, then you stroke her tail until she has to kneel on the bed, unable to stand from excitement and pleasure. Finally you lift the back of her skirt to find her pussy wet as a waterfall. You slowly, gently press your cock into her waiting hole and the way she acts you wonder if she's going to cum just from having it inside her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you slide deeper. There's some resistance from her muscles, she is pretty tight, but she's full of slick juices that make it easy to move deeper and deeper. Then you find her hymen. You don't even have to ask - Linne twists around, her upper body rotated almost a half-turn at the waist. An impossible move for anyone without cat-like flexibility. "Yes, more" she whispers, the desire dripping off every word. "I'm ready. Oh! So ready."

You aren't going to argue with that. Even more gently you push until her virgin barrier tears. Rather than a cry of pain she lets out what sounds like a cry of either pleasure or relief. At last you're as deep as you can go, your groin pressed up against her. Linne's passage is quite deep, which means you could be very rough without hurting her. But no, you want her to love this and you know Linne is the kind of girl who wants to make love, not slam together in lust. Perhaps one day she'll want to try, but for now you give her what every nice girl wants for her first time.

Doe has been standing right next to Linne, offering both emotional and physical support, but now as you move to longer, consistent strokes and as you once again start rubbing Linne's hindquarters to drive her lust your other wife decides to act. She takes your cataur by the chin so she can kiss her. Linne barely knows what to do now and Doe takes this moment to kiss her, hug her and whisper more sweet somethings in Linne's ear.

Inside Linne's pleasure cave your cock is the first to find out what happens when a girl like Linne has her first orgasm with a man. She clamps down and her rear lurches backward, almost bowling you over as she desperately tries to **** as much of your manhood inside as she can. Her inner muscles do the same, pulling and pulling like they want to steal your cock and keep it for themselves.

After many weeks of planning and dreaming of this you can't help but cum, even after all the things Doe did to you earlier. It's better than you ever imagined it could be and you reward Linne with thick blasts of cum, all fired into her deepest depths. Even after you both cum you don't pull out. Instead you dig your fingers into Linne's rump and work her flesh back and forth, massaging those firm muscles. Her reaction isn't quite what you expected - Linne pushes backward again as her pussy goes for round two. You don't have anything left to give, but it feels amazing.

When she finishes this time you pull out and move back along her flank. You can feel the heat radiating from beneath her fur and wedding dress. You advance along your panting wife's body until you can cradle her upper torso. Doe is there, next to you, also holding Linne. It's like you've made a sandwich and she's the filling. Linne pants more and looks at you, her eyes still dancing with pleasure. You kiss her and this time she tries to bowl you over with her upper body, like she wants to shove you to the bed and hold you there.

It actually takes a while to calm her down, but it's a lot of fun. Normally timid Linne doesn't mind when you rub her breasts or stroke her hair or tell her she's gorgeous. She just smiles or moans or lets out a quiet little scream of joy. And through it all Doe is holding her close too, looking very pleased. That's how the three of you fall asleep that evening.