The Reception was Eventful

The next I remember we were at the King's table at the wedding feast. Table is actually the wrong word. It was closer to a four-poster bed pushed against a wall and raised up so we could see the entire room if we were so inclined. It was piled high with comfortable goose feather cushions and shaggy fur sheets which made me feel like I was lying on a cloud. All around the meat of the bed was a thin gossamer curtain, separating us from the rest of the crowd and turning what either side did into shadows and impressions. On top of me was my sexy wife, still clad in her bridal lingerie? Dress? Dringerie? My wife still clad in dringerie worked her hips like a snake, the only thing separating my angry cock from her soaked pussy was a pair of thin layers of soaked nothing.

Apparently, this was a 'claiming ritual', a staple of Valinor royal weddings. Supposedly, an ancient king couldn't control himself and pulled his new queen onto a dining table at his wedding feast, fucking into her until she was a screaming mess and impregnating her in front of all of the noble families. His rein was a pivotal one so the tradition stuck. Just a little bit modified for the civilized modern nation. We were to simulate sex throughout the dinner to show off the virility of the new couple to the masses while actually keeping the new Queen's dignity intact. On either side of this opulent bed stood a single bored eunuch guard to protect the Queen's modesty and at a nearby table was the Queen's family just to make sure.

I mean, Having sex in front of everyone!? Could you think of the scandal? Never mind the fact that there was 99% of both of our bodies was on display. Also, ignore the fact that the feast's entertainment was a group of flesh dancers. Supposedly they told the story of war and betrayal with their movements and their slow gyrations. Call me a barbarian but to me, it looks like they are just fucking on stage. I suppose each thrust foretold a story of love and betrayal but it's a little lost on me.

Nala and I laughed at the awkwardness at first as we grinded against each other, giving a good show to the royal attendees. Every now and again one of the two guards posted on either side would poke their head inside. A quick glance to make sure we were being respectful before returning to their post. Sometimes they would pass us bits of finger food which we would feed to each other while our hips intertwined. Must say I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

We chatted about nothing in particular, kissed, and played around like teenagers for the course of an hour. Over the course of an hour, our gentle push and pull became more and more intense. Our gentle grinding became just a bit more insistent. A deep kiss that went on just a bit too long summoned a deep purr from within her chest. That colossal, furry ass overfilling my palms as I grabbed it possessively. The way she ground the diamond-hard points of that bra-busting tits against my chest. I bit down on her neck and nibbled at the flesh I found. I think it was that last one that sealed our fates.

Nala grew more and more frustrated. Her little sheer panties soaked into worthlessness and she slowly but surely kissed her away around my muscled chest and angular face. She nibbled on my lips with her slightly pointed teeth and kissed deeply at me in the way that made me forget myself. Without pulling away from me, she looked me in the eye and said, "You are a good man. You didn't spill your seed in me last night to not curse our wedding."

I could sense the but coming and I was not disappointed. "But..."

I couldn't, and didn't, stop her as she popped a claw out and freed my cock from it's soaked confines. Retractable claws. Need to remember that for later. It popped up like a spring and slapped wetly between her tits. A snip and her abused panties fell away discarded. She looked at me the way one looks at a delicious dinner.

"We are married now."