The Wedding

Despite Lady Vessa's suspicions, the road to the wedding went relatively peaceful. Almost a year to the day of your victory, your wedding was finally prepared and the doors swung open to your marriage. The Ceremony was grandiose and it seems like everyone from the realm was here to see. The wedding of the hero-king to his damsel in distress. It seemed like a storybook ending to all.

Marissa showed in an extravagant dress with golds and blues. It's surprisingly traditionalist considering her true nature, although you note with some amusement that Marissa's breasts have grown since that time in Castle Luxem. Not because of any resulting pregnancy, although there have been rumors of such, but the vanity of the demon that is your fiance. As you walk down towards the throne, you're pleased to see that even Lord Gilbert has made it despite retiring from public life and suffering from constant illness.

Finally you find yourself in front of the priestly cleric. The Holy Book of the Pantheon of the Gods in his hands as he oversees the ceremony. He eyes both of you carefully, "Lords and Ladies. We are gathered here today to see the holy union between King Bryce and Countess Marissa. If any were to see these two not married, please speak now."

You shoot a dangerous glare at Lady Vessa who looks like she's about to say something. The rest of the room stays quiet.

The old cleric smiles warmly, "Then, King Bryce and Countess Marissa. Do you both take the other as your lawfully wedded spouse?"

you both answer, "I do"

"Do you swear to protect each other through sickness and health, protecting each other from the sharp claws of **** until the gods decide to claim you?"

you both answer, "I do"

"Then by the power vested in me by the gods. I pronounce you King Bryce and Queen Marissa. You may kiss." You turn to Marissa and move in close to kiss her and she wraps her arms around you and really kisses you, her tongue sliding into your mouth. The priest waves his hand and a bright light shines on you both. You feel Marissa stiffen a bit in your arms and groan into your mouth a little as the rest of the court cheers.

As you head off with your new wife to the feast, you hear her mutter, "Stupid fucking priest and his holy magic..."

The feast went relatively quickly as you eagerly await the lovemaking that will surely take place afterwards. Although you certainly do eat your fill. After the feast, you arrive with your new wife at the Royal Bedroom and step in with her.

She sighs and lays on the bed, her dress taking over a large part of it. "Well, here we are at last, love." Your body is brimming with excitement as you get into bed beside her. You lean over to her and kiss her, frenching her just as excitedly as she did you at the wedding, your hand drifting down to play with her breast. She grins and pulls her wedding dress off and you note that she wasn't wearing any undergarments and her full nakedness is on display for you. Her breasts, while still smaller than her natural form have become quite prominent and you notice that her groin is as clean shaven as ever.

"Unfortunately for you, Bryce, I don't dare change my form with that fat cow lurking about." She gives a little scowl.

"Fat cow?" You inquire.

"Vessa, of course. I don't think she's spying in on us, but I wouldn't put it past her. The bitch has been riding me from the start. We're going to have to take care of her eventually..."

You don't particularly like the idea of getting rid of Lady Vessa, she's a skilled mage. "Well, that's something to discuss for another time."

She smiles at you, "Of course" she sprawls herself out on the bed seductively, "Well, Your Majesty. My body is ready for you, nice and fertile for making you an heir. How do you want me?"

"Do you really have that much control over your body?"

She sits up and leans over against you, her breasts and stiff nipples pressing against your chest "Of course. At this moment it would take little more than a drop of your seed to make me pregnant."