Skye Date 2, Part 2: Surprise! We're Married!

Skye

As The Lady’s healing magics wash over Skye and her lady future love, Skye desperately wants to give into her urges to touch herself. The Lady is here to officiate our wedding! Must save myself for Harper. I must wait for her to carry me upstairs!

She watches the wounds on herself (mostly bruises, given how Harper kept holding back) and her lady future love start to seal up. Skye remains unscarred. Harper is mostly left unscarred; the strike to Harper’s heart is left as a starburst scar on her breast, with hints of silver in the healed wound. It’s beautiful.

The goddess, satisfied with the spar, stands up, looming over Skye’s family. She then begins, “Alright, let’s run through the checklist. Brides? Check! Priestess? Unusual for me to be my own priestess, but I’ve done weirder. Check! Goddess? Looking amazing, if I do say so myself. Check! Witnesses? Have a couple that can qualify. Dear, sweet Scarlet, can I count you as a true worshipper for purposes of seeing these two hitched?”

Scarlet sighs, “Sure. I guess. For Skye’s sake.”

The goddess switches to Elvish for the next bit, “<And Daphne, can I count on you to actually pay attention?>”

The mermaid, who had crept towards the dessert table and is being dragged back to the group by her arm fins by Josie, replies, “<Gotcha.>”

“Great! Moonlight? Could be a bit brighter, turning it up a smidgen, check! Cup of wine? Just need to manifest it, so check! My champion, would you prefer some wine from your vineyards, or...”

“<Yes, please.>”

“Very well. Done! Last bit for the non-elvish speakers. If you would all form a circle around the couple, we can begin. Feel free to get naked. The supplicants already are. Again, not the usual tradition, but we have to accommodate for the show. Since I’m already here, we can skip the invocation, unless you particularly want it?”

The goddess waits for a response. Harper just gives The Lady a shrug. Skye responds, as bravely as she can, “<Whatever you wish, my Lady.>”

The goddess manifests a silver chalice filled with dark wine. She hands it over to Harper. “<Supplicants, face each other. Look into each other’s eyes. Embrace the memories of your love. Drink from the sweetness of this loving cup, together.>”

Harper holds the cup for Skye and leans over it slightly. She waits, then whispers, “<You know, Skye, I’ve never heard you actually say it. Are you sure we’re ready?>”

“<As ready as I’m going to be, my lady future love.>” Skye leans down to drink. Harper times her lean so the wine touches both of their lips at the same time. They drink. <It’s sweeter than normal, but not cloying. Perhaps it’s the goddess’ blessing?>

“<Now, join your hands and kiss,>” the goddess continues, “<Kiss your love with all your heart. Ask for my blessing.>”

Harper sets the empty chalice down as carefully as she can manage, then takes hold of Skye’s hands. “<Meet me halfway, Skye.>” her lady future love gently commands. They lean in together. Their lips touch. Then, Skye loses it. She lets go of her lady future love’s hand, wrapping one around her waist as the other grasps a fist-full of hair. Skye pulls her love towards her, pressing them together. Between the height difference and the positioning, Skye is bucking against Harper’s toned tummy. <I can’t wait anymore. I need her. I need her to make me her woman.>

Harper, for her part, does return the intensity for a few moments. Her tongue explores the drow’s mouth with gusto, moaning from the hair pulling all the while. Her hands roam the drow’s back, finding purchase on her firm butt cheeks. But, too soon, she breaks away. “<Eilistraee, are we married yet? I don’t want my last act as an unmarried woman to be helping Skye break her vow.>”

Skye: +2 VP (Kiss the Girl)

Skye, pulled out of her lust at the moment, becomes angry. <Such nonchalance? To Our Lady? How dare...>

Then, the goddess speaks, “<Thank you, cousin, for honoring your very soon to be wife. All that’s left is the declaration. By the power vested in me... by me, I now declare you love-bound to each other and to my service. You may now fuck your bride’s brains out, unless you would rather do the more traditional vertical dance.>”

The Lady’s clap resonates hard enough to cause the island to shake for a second. Skye, delirious with desire, has already positioned her face underneath her lady love’s crotch. Clumsily lapping at her new wife’s sex, Skye summons her shortsword and starts to pump it into her special place. No need for lube; she is already sopping wet.

Dinah

“Wow, Skye is really going after it, huh?”

“Good for her. Can I eat my crab cake now?”

Seeing the drow girl try to eat out Harper out of the corner of her eye, Dinah watches the much taller drow goddess(?) start to chant and perform a slow ballet style dance. The chant sounds like a round. When it sounds like it should begin again, the goddess(?) does a clap and sings the next higher harmony part; her lower versions continue filling the air. It’s magical. It’s insane. Dinah doesn’t know what to make of all of this. Neither does the other human witnesses. Daphne appears to act like this is just normal.

“Are they wed?”

“Yup. Does that mean crab cake?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Yeaah! Crab cake! And Skye even shaped it like a crab! Neat!” The mermaid soon has a face full of squid-ink flavored cream cheese icing.

“How can you take all of this in stride?”

“Outside of growing up on a Harem Hotel set? Most hosts are some kind of ultra powerful entity beyond the understanding of mortals. Devils, demons, archfey, minor dieties, I think Dakota is some kind of ghost lich? All potential bosses for hotel staff like my frenzy. For one of those ultra powerful entities beyond our understanding, this one at least seems fun. Did you want some crab cake? Harper would probably be unhappy if I eat this whole thing myself.”

I remember what all went in that. Eww. Gross. No. “No thank you. Skye made it especially for you. Enjoy.”

“Thanks, Dinah! You’re great!”

Harper

Harper is certainly enjoying Skye’s amateur efforts. She grabs Skye’s small handfuls of breasts, tweaking her deep purple nipples. Watching the drow girl’s efforts at pumping her sodden pussy makes Harper a little jealous. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Harper arches her back to get to Skye’s clit. The redhead grabs the drow’s wrist, keeping her from pumping her sword hilt further. Skye needily moans into Harper’s cunt.

Then, Harper begins to kiss her drow’s little button. Skye’s moans turn less needy and more lustful. It’s music to Harper’s ears. She lays more kisses along Skye’s sex, giving every bit of her lower lips attention. Skye’s short sword thuds into the sand as she forgets what’s she’s supposed to be doing. Harper gently grinds her sex into Skye’s chin to remind her.

“<Deeper, my love!>” Skye begs.

Skye: +2 VP (Love Confession)

“<And all it took was you completely losing your composure during our wedding to drag that out of you. Love you too, my little drow.>”

Harper leans back down and sticks a finger into Skye’s special place, then resumes her ministrations on the farmhand’s button. Gently probing around, Harper soon finds the place that makes Skye squirm. She strokes the spot, enjoying Skye’s moans of pleasure. Harper barely even notices that Skye stopped lapping at her.

“<I need more, my love! Please, kiss my deepest parts! Claim me as yours!>”

“<As the lady wishes.>” Harper bends down to stick her tongue down Skye’s special place. Her juices have this subtle sweetness, almost like lavender candy. Harper does her best to curl her tongue to hit that G-spot; even if she isn’t sure she got there, it doesn’t matter. With a keening whine, Skye cums on Harper’s tongue. The redhead sucks up her new wife’s juices.

Skye: +8 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Good Vibrations] x4 [first time both participants])

Harper gets off of her new wife’s face and watches as she turns the deepest purple she has even seen. “<OhMyLadyIamsosorryIdidn’tmeantolosecontrollikethatpleaseforgivemeforbeingsuchawantonslut!>”

“My little cinnamon roll, there is nothing to forgive. You are perfectly in your rights to ravage your wife’s lady parts as often as the two of you wish. Though I am mildly disappointed that you didn’t leave much time for cake. The two of you better hurry if you don’t want to break curfew. I’ll send a slice or two up there, if you can keep your hands off of each other long enough to enjoy it. I’ll stick around a little for the afterparty. Good night, my champion. Good night, cousin from the briny depths. Go forth and enjoy her briny depths.”

Scarlet

Scarlet watches the two walk back towards the hotel, hand in hand. Daphne, face covered in that strange frosting, has already passed out. Food coma. That leaves the 4 original members of Team Polycule left, though Dinah looks a little too emotionally removed. Did the three of us bond together a little too tightly without her? The de-aged doctor turns to walk back to the hotel herself, when Scarlet grabs her wrist.

“Hey, stay.”

“Is this because of Indigo? Because Harper made sure she can’t attack me anymore.”

“No, we all care about you. We want you to feel included. And, hey, Skye worked us to the bone baking. Might as well enjoy the cakes of our labor.”

So, 4 at least somewhat human mortals eat cake with a naked goddess. Huh, I guess that Frankie chick was right. I am getting used to weird.

The goddess giggles, taking a claw from Daphne’s messily eaten crab cake, plus big slices of the others. With a wave of her hand, slices of cake for each of the mortals are presented, each exactly which and how much they wanted. She takes a bite of the chocolate cake first, “Mmmm. Compliments to the chef. Though, only her assistants are here at the moment.”

“No offense,” Josie bluntly asks, “but why are you hanging around here? Weren’t you here just for the lovebirds?”

“I do have other business here, my grumpy Josie. For example, my dear Scarlet, have you considered my offer enough to talk about it yet?”

Three surprised faces. Time to explain, I guess.

“Apparently, a monk is not just a class, it is a religious occupation. So, I got to pick someone to serve. And, since the nightmare game designers decided to turn my subclass into something temple prostitute-y, my choices are limited.”

Tina starts to laugh. Scarlet isn’t having any of it.

“Well, Ms. ‘I-Got-To-Be-Naked-To-Do-Magic’, you’re one to make fun.”

The bunny’s ears droop, “Hey, Harper has to be naked, too. And Daphne. And maybe Skye?”

“And I have no problems with nudity when it’s practical. A match made in Arvandor.”

Tina interjects, “Arvandor? What’s that? You and the producer bunny know so many weird places.”

“The producer is a talking cat,” Dinah declares, “not a bunny.”

Before they really start to bicker, the goddess answers the question, “Arvandor is Dad’s divine realm, if you must know. Most of my Dad’s side lives and holds their divine presence there. I got my own place. My relationships are often strained with both sides of my family. Messy divorce, if attempted regicide counts as a divorce. A lot of Dad’s side looks at me and sees my mother, let her please repent of the darkness in her heart. Oh, and Minauros is the layer of Hell your talent agency is based in.”

“So, I’ve been to Hell?”

“Yes. Repeatedly. Even brought my champion along once.”

The bunny shudders and looks to Josie to give her a hug. As the wolf girl wraps her arms around the bunny, Scarlet gives her a peck on the forehead. “You’re as safe as you can be.”

Meanwhile, all of the cake the goddess cut from herself is gone. Even the crab claw. “Interesting idea, that last one. Mermaids aren’t known for liking sweets. Seems a good compromise, I suppose. Looks like it worked. Anyways, I want all of you to know that I am looking out for you. My cinnamon roll of a champion would be quite sad to lose any of you, as would your future wife. Be good to each other. Reach out when you need help. I’m only a song away. Good night, mortals. Good luck.”

With that, the moonlight fades and the goddess is gone. Her completed song, a 20 part piece layered together immaculately (some parts of which Scarlet could not hear they were sung so high), continues to hang in the air. The bonfire smolders, burning itself out. A chill is felt in the air. Time to go back in.

Harper

To think, a couple of weeks ago I was an alone, inconsequential, loveless loser of a man. Now, I’m carrying my bride up the stairs to our honeymoon suite and we are going to...

“<Love, where’s our statue?>”

Oh. Just my luck. First time I want a statue and it isn’t here yet.

“<The night is young and neither of us really sleep anymore. Plenty of time for us to earn it.>”

She starts to sniffle, “<Did I do a bad job at our wedding? I mean, I got a first time bonus for your efforts too and you were amazing. Am I just bad at being a wife?>”

“<Skye, listen to me. You were absolutely amazing putting all of that together in a week. Remember that singing transformation you got me? Well, I already had a couple of those triggers from our upgrading scheme. My tongue was magically enhanced to feel good. We are both very green when it comes to being able to please another woman sexually. We’ll figure it out, together. Okay?>”

“<Okay.>” Skye doesn’t look convinced.

Harper awkwardly opens the Master Suite door and competently princess carries Skye across the threshold. At the dining table are the promised slices of cake. Setting down Skye in front of a big slice of her “Way Too Much Chocolate” Cake, Harper says, “Let’s talk about everything before we get to the bedroom, okay?”

“<What is there to talk about?>”

“While I am glad to be your wife, Skye, I feel a bit like we put the cart before the horse, if you’ll excuse the idiom. When Scarlet had me try to summarize my feelings for all of you, my biggest worry with you was that we are from such different worlds that I don’t know how to act sometimes. I’m sure you are coming into this with preconceived notions, just like I am. I’m not sure which of your expectations are based on your commune life, which are based on human misunderstandings from Gygax text, which are based on The Lady’s truths. And how many of those expectations both actually apply to this and are things we agree about. So, please tell me what you think I just committed to.”

Skye looks contemplative. Maybe she was so focused on making the wedding happen that she didn’t consider getting the pre-marriage work done? Eventually, she starts to answer. It sounds mostly normal. Mostly. Harper nods along, adding commentary as she feels the need. It’s going to be an adjustment for both of us. I already knew that I was living for them, but this puts it into stark perspective. Harper moves to sit on her drow’s lap as she speaks, gently brushing her silver hair. The soothing motions help calm both of them down. “<So, my love, if you were so concerned, why agree to marry me?>”

“Outside of you asking me to marry you solidified my love for you?” Harper smiles as Skye beams with joy. The redhead kisses her drow on the cheek. “Because I knew you wanted to. I wanted to honor your wishes while making sure you can get your points. You deserve so much more than what I’ve already given.”

“<Love, you are a little heavy. Can we switch?>”

Harper shifts her body and sits on a neighboring chair. Skye shifts over to sit in her love’s lap, noting, “<Better. Time for a tradition Ms. Scarlet and Ms. Dinah mentioned.>” Skye grabs the untouched slice of cake for Harper and smears it all over her face.

“Aren’t you supposed to try to get some cake in my mouth?”

“<Oh, is that how it’s supposed to work?>”

Harper responds but giving Skye a big, messy smooch. Skye licks some of the cake off and giggles. Harper’s heart swells at the sound. This is the happiest I have ever seen her.

“<Another tradition. One from home; we didn’t throw away everything from what you would consider to be normal human culture. I hope you like it. I did have to guess at your size, so sorry if it’s a little loose. We can fix it later.>”

Skye pulls out two plain rings from her inventory. On closer inspection, Harper sees the elvish script on them. The smaller one reads “<Skye, Wife of Harper>”; that one goes around Skye’s ring finger. The other reads “<Harper, Wife of Skye,>”. She holds it up to slip on her finger.

“Skye, why does mine end in a comma?”

“<Oh, so, as you marry the others, we can just add them to the engraving. Smart, huh?>”

She really expects the others to hop onto the marriage bandwagon, huh? Harper presents her hand. Skye slips the ring on and gives her a kiss. It is a little loose, but I’ll manage.

“So, when are you switching back to English?”

“<Once we’ve earned our statue, love. I want to see you rendered in gold, smiling.>”