The Wedding

A quick rinse later, I returned to my sweltering room while carrying the insensate Arryn and laid down with the two maids onto my extremely smelly bed. The heat from the pools lingered on my skin and the earthy lingering scent of my future wife spun my head around as I lay down flat on my back. Well that and the blowjob I was receiving.

Amra, having not gotten her fill of cock, wouldn't calm down until I gave in and promised even more. That's how we ended up with my cock half down Amra's throat. She kissed the tip lovingly before slowly working her hot, wet tongue up and down the full length in slow worshipful licks. She traced every vein, even bit of skin, every ridge in a slow dance seeking every bit of combined fluid from my cock and teasing out even more. Every now and again, she enveloped me, stretching her mouth around the first couple of inches and cooing at the sluices of precum she received in response. The rest of me could have fallen away and I don't think she would have even noticed.

Her eyes fluttered with lust as I deposited lances of precum into her maw feeding what I guessed was a growing oral fixation. Her fingers never left her clit as she slowly bobbed her head down her blowjob. Every couple of minutes she coo with gentle self-made orgasms before redoubling her efforts, struggling to fit even more of my turgid pillar in her maw. I'll definitely have to keep her around. What she obviously lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm.

"Please young master, we won't be very late," said the extremely late lioness. She spoke this word into the head of my cock, almost as if she was convincing it instead of me. In a way, I guess she was. I would have considered it as I hadn't had an orgasm in a couple of days despite the sex I was having. As I rose to mount her, however, Arryn stirred and returned to the land of the living.

The pair hopped off my cock and moved around the room with manic efficiency to help get my clothes together. I sat on their bed watching them sprint around the room, grabbing silks and leathers and paints. The view of them bending over, exposing their dripping pussies, their teenage tits bouncing as they moved around and their frustrated faces made me curse my own lack of time. Working around my ceaseless erection, they clad me in shear silky pants, billowy at the legs and tight at the waist. Over my top half, they strapped an open leather vest that was fastened over my bare chest and a golden bangle around my bicep and wrist. They had one for my penis but the size was much too small for my man meat so we went without. With their fingertips, they smeared intricate patterns in an earthy spelling red ink over my chest, face, back, and arms. Fertility runes apparently.

Later that day, I said goodbye to my new favorites maids as I was sent from rushing guard to equally rushing maid. Someone shoved some sweet and delicious purple berries covered in some horrid fish sauce down my throat and hauled me to my place in the ceremony room. It was a large, perfectly circular room with a dirt floor and a large burn pit in the center. The circumference of the room was filled with a crowd of nobles and various important people from all over Valanor. The men were dressed in a kind of kilt that tied at the waist and left their legs and chest exposed. Their full manes hung with tied beads, golden rings, and other adornments. The women, wowie. Apparently, the prevailing fashion was to take as little leather as possible and stretch over as large of their assets as possible. I saw little micro-bikinis stretched across tits the size of my head and thin straps which threatened to expose vulvas if the women so much as coughed. The Queen's daughters Shuro, Shira and Shiori stood as part of the crowd looking like teenage sex bombs wearing a singular piece of leather between them. The three of them blew me a kiss and giggled at my blushing response. I was reminded of last night when their mom shared the story of their fun with their suitors.

Between the slutty nobles, all of the sex that I've been having, and the criminal lack of orgasms that I've been having, my penis was angry and **** with need. I stood there in the center of this crowd, wearing flimsy see-through pants and my unwieldy club stuck out from me like a third leg. Poking out 14 inches and forming a wet spot from my slow dripping emissions, I looked like quite a fool. There is a thin line between a fool and a stud however so I put on a confident air and smiled easily. The men looked uncomfortable and chatted amongst themselves. The women licked their lips and tried to catch my eye. Shuro, Shira, and Shiori giggled to each other conspiratorially while miming my organ with their hands and gesturing how far its length would go up against their own bodies.

The ceremony started with some drums beating an uptempo beat from some hidden musician. The crowd parted at one side and in walked in the dark-furred aunt, Karisi. Her coat was as black as an obsidian jewel and shined in multiple colors in the light. Her sharp eyes scanned the room with a measured royal smile but twisted into disapproval as she sighted on me. Her body was tight, her stomach, thighs, and arms bulged with lean muscle underneath her thin fur. She was wearing a black lacy thing which left her on display. A black thong panty that barely covered her pussy and disappeared into her expansive ass. Stockings attached to a garter belt and a black lacy bra which left her massive tits on display. Her actual nipples were hidden by thin triangular nipple cups but they bulged out with her huge eraser cap nipples. Around her neck was a collar with a small metal ring in front. She stood in a space across from me, her eyes lingering on my exposed penis before snapping to my eyes with barely concealed dislike. She was fine with me yesterday. What changed? Something to deal with later.

Her sister Pesha walked in after her. While her sister was muscular and serious, she was aloof and plump. Her thighs overflowed with curves and her stomach had a slight pudge to it from someone who enjoyed sweets a bit too much. Now, most of the cats were busting bras but she put them all to shame. Her massive tits exploded from her ceremonial lacy bra with blonde furred flesh almost to her neck. They each required multiple straps to keep the pumpkin-sized mounds from dropping to her waist. Not only that but the cups were wet with leaking milk from her overripe tits. Her face was covered in a ceremonial blindfold with covered both of her eyes but left her thin nose and big bee-stung lips exposed. Her thin tail swung behind her, a bell at the end which jingled as she walked. She looked more fertility goddess than cat person while walking the aisle before taking her place between myself and her aggressive, ready to officiate the ceremony.

The crowd separated one more time and there she was, gliding towards me like an angel of pure carnality. She was the same attractive cat I slept with last night. All green eyes and knowing smiles. Her breasts the size of basketballs were high on her chest, supported by a sheer lacy bralette that left her entire areola exposed. Across her flat and toned abdomen was a garter belt that clinked with multicolored jeweled rings. The belt attached to her plump and toned thighs in long sheer stockings which stretched tight against her thin legs to attached to a single toe.

The aunt officiated the wedding. I stared at my wife in her green eyes as she looked into me, her eyes wide with devotion. We finished the ceremony, which required the two of us to share a bleeding heart of an elk and light a bonfire with two ceremony candles before the ceremony was complete.