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  “Jasmine,” Iris tugged on the drunk Myrran’s arm. “You shouldn’t talk like that at Lady Brynn’s wedding.”

  “How are they getting drunk so fast?” Brynn asked while glancing around at the various guests. It’d only been a little over an hour and several of them looked like they’d been drinking all day.

  “It’s the wine,” Lysandra said while offering Frost and Brynn a bottle. “It’s a blend we use for special occasions.”

  “Holy shit,” Frost said as he smelled the bottle. “You’ve been holding out on me!”

  “No,” Brynn pulled the bottle down before Frost could take a drink. “I want you in peak condition tonight.”

  “Speaking of,” Lysandra glanced at the women. “We should probably get started soon.”

  “Is it time?” Renna said excitedly as she joined the large group. “You’re all here so it must be time? It’s time, right?”

  “Time for what?” Frost asked.

  “For the consummation,” Lysandra gestured at the assembled bridesmaids and groom’s women. “Normally it begins right away but we decided to wait until Lady Brynn finished her strange Ziralian tradition.”

  “Strange Ziralian tradition?” Brynn glanced at Frost. “What are you talking about?”

  “Oh,” Lysandra pointed at the nobles. “You mean you didn’t have to talk to them before leaving to consummate?”

  “Hold it,” Frost said. “The consummation happens at night after the party.”

  “What are you talking about?” Renna laughed. “The consummation normally happens right away! When Lith married Aila they didn’t even make it off the altar! Shael had to rush the children away while Lysandra tossed a blanket over them!”

  “But tonight, I’m not watching any children,” Shael said squeezing Lysandra’s ass with one hand while drinking from a bottle with the other. “The only thing I’m watching is Herald Frost break in his wife!”

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Brynn said shaking her head. “You mean you all watch us?”

  “Just me and those you selected to watch,” Lysandra said pensively. “I was rather surprised by the number of witnesses.”

  “I’m honored,” Lishri said bowing politely.

  “Ah,” Frost chuckled anxiously as various bits of information started coming together. “That explains all the comments you made about whether or not your bedroom would work.”

  “And why you asked if we wanted a special tent,” Brynn groaned while covering her face. “Ziralia help me.”

  “Don’t worry,” Renna patted Brynn’s back supportively. “It’ll be just like when you watch us!”

  “Exactly,” Lysandra said cheerfully before turning to the surrounding guests. “Everybody! The bride and groom are off to consummate! Wish them luck!”

  “Oh goddess,” Brynn’s face turned bright red as the nobles all looked at her. The elves simultaneously cheered while yelling all sorts of lewd statements. “This is so undignified…”

  “I don’t know what ever gave you the impression they were dignified,” Frost laughed as the soldiers jokingly saluted him. “The elves are basically feral.”

  “Herald Frost,” Lysandra smirked at him. “We are certainly not feral.”

  “Speak for yourself you ancient relic,” Renna said with a growl in her voice.

  “Let’s just get this over with,” Brynn laughed.

  “Words every man wants to hear on his wedding day,” Frost teased while guiding the petite bard toward the temple.

  “I don’t mean it like that handsome,” the bard giggled. “Let’s go.”

  CHAPTER 5

  “Sorry,” Lishri groaned while attempting to carefully squeeze through the door of Lysandra’s room without tearing her clothing. “I didn’t practice with the dress on.”

  “Then just take it off,” Shael laughed as Lysandra helped the tan redhead out of her dress. She slid the beautiful green gown down revealing her large chest and toned abdomen. She gently guided the gown past her large firm ass and down her thick muscular highs until she was standing there in her black brassiere and matching lace panties. The redheaded elf handed the dress to Lysandra who promptly put it in a drawer. “Any of you who decides to wear an easily stained dress in a room with the herald is an idiot.”

  The elves and beastgirls all simultaneously came to the realization that Shael was right and began rapidly undressing. Fayeth and Ena assisted each other while Renna rushed to Jasmine for assistance removing her tight gown. Before long the entire room was full of women in various lacy undergarments, or in Renna and Jasmine’s cases completely nude.

  “Don’t look at me like that!” Renna said as the women all glared at her. “That dress was tight!”

  “Exactly!” Jasmine agreed while crossing her arms. “You’re just mad that you don’t have lean bodies like ours that don’t require underwear!”

  “Exactly!” Renna nodded while gesturing at Brynn’s slender body. “Right Brynn?”

  “Don’t look at me,” Brynn blushed. “I’m wearing underwear!”

  “Settle down,” Lysandra rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anybody here should be surprised. Lishri, are you coming in?”

  “But,” the Arachne’s normally pale face was practically glowing red as she glanced around nervously. “I’ve never been naked around anybody.”

  “Quit being ridiculous Lishri,” Lysandra scoffed. “Except for the herald we’re all women here.”

  “But you’re all beautiful and I’m…”

  “Beautiful as well,” Brynn said in a tone that challenged anybody to defy her judgment. While the Arachne’s body was unnerving, her human torso, face, and hair were undeniably gorgeous. Barring the fanged teeth and six crimson eyes. “If you don’t want to take off your dress that’s fine but I’m not going to let you disparage yourself.”

  “Really?” Lishri said while glancing back at her large dress. “If it doesn’t bother Lady Brynn or Herald Frost I suppose…”

  “I can assure you it’s not going to bother me,” Frost said while staring at the Arachne’s massive chest. Brynn let out a quiet frustrated growl as Frost realized he was probably too eager to see the pale redhead’s breasts. He wrapped his arm around Brynn’s clothed waist and affectionately pulled her close. “What about you? Are you going to wear your wedding dress all night beautiful?”

  “Are you planning on wearing that suit all night handsome?” Brynn said smugly while fondling one the buttons on his coat. “And nice pivot by the way but I’m not stupid.”

  “Don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Frost chuckled as he removed his coat and tossed it to Lysandra. He kicked off his boots and removed his remaining items until he was down to his underwear. He stretched out his arms and turned around like he was presenting himself for inspection. “How do I look?”

  “Oh my,” Lishri whimpered from the doorway. Everybody turned to look at the half-undressed Arachne as she stared wantonly at Frost’s body. “Sorry…”

  “What she said,” Brynn laughed while running her hands up and down his exposed abdomen. Frost resisted the urge to glance at Lishri as he heard the Arachne enter the room and close the door behind her. Brynn rolled her eyes. “You can look handsome.”

  “That’s why I love you,” Frost smirked as he glanced at Lishri standing near the door naked with her arm covering her massive chest. His disappointment must have been written on his face since the crimson Arachne slowly moved her arm exposing herself.

  Her breasts were more wonderous than he ever imagined, massive and perfectly shaped as if the gods intended for them to make a man ignore her massive spider half. Her large pink nipples contrasted her pale skin making them all the more alluring. He suddenly found himself wondering why he hadn’t visited her in her tent. Surely, he could at least have cuddled with her.

  “Happy?” Brynn asked while standing up and turning her back toward him. “You really are the worst husband sexy.”

  “And you’re the best wife,” Frost said, undoing the top clasp of her wedding gown as he leaned down and kissed her bare neck. “That’s why we work well together.”

  “Mmhm,” Brynn moaned as Frost continued to work his way down the dress. It didn’t take many hooks before the gown dropped from her slender body onto the floor revealing her lingerie. The petite bard wore a white strapless brassiere along with a matching lace thong. Her white stockings were held up by an ornate lace garter belt. Brynn stepped out of her dress and kicked it over to Lysandra, who promptly put away. “Too much?”

  “Sort of,” Frost said as he quickly unhooked her bra revealing her sexy pink nipples. He wrapped his arms around her and slid his hands up her stomach toward her soft chest. “Now it’s perfect.”

  “Handsome,” Brynn giggled as he massaged her petite breasts, taking his time as he enjoyed the silky sensation of her flesh on his palms and the hardness of her erect nipples between his fingertips. “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”

  “A while,” Frost growled as he gently guided the slender bard onto the bed. He looked down at her small fit body and blushing face while asking himself where to begin. His cock was already pressing painfully against his underwear at the thought of taking the short-haired princess. He made a decision and grabbed one of her legs. He lifted it and started kissing her calf as he climbed into the bed with her. “We have an entire day after all.”

  “Mmm,” Renna hummed while rubbing her thighs together uncomfortably. The short-haired elf looked around as if making a decision before turning her gaze on the ever-cheerful Durra. The petite thief got the Durra’s attention and began a series of lewd gestures culminating with Renna spreading her legs.

  “Okay!” Zinnia said loudly drawing the ire of everybody in the room as she rushed over and dropped
to her knees in front of Renna’s chair.

  “I was trying to be discrete,” Renna growled as curvy dog-eared woman went straight for the elf’s inner thigh. Renna let out a soft moan as Zinnia’s tongue slowly worked its way inward toward the petite elf’s pink opening.

  “Sorry,” Zinnia whispered as the curvy woman quietly licked the elf. The rest of the room grumbled a bit before turning their attention back to Frost and Brynn.

  “Quit teasing me,” Brynn whined as Frost gently kissed his way up her calf while running his hand up and down her soft stockings. He savored the sensation of her delicate body as he reached her tender inner thigh. The bard shivered. “You’re too mean handsome.”

  Frost licked her thigh while glancing at her white lace thong, the pink edge of her pussy just barely poked out of the side as he pushed her legs apart. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and lick until she burst and it was taking every ounce of his strength not to simply ravage the woman. He had to continually remind himself that he had all night.

  Several of the onlookers fidgeted in their seats while gradually moving their hands closer to their pussies. Jasmine in particular looked like she might bite her own lip off as she watched the scene. Iris on the other hand was rapidly bouncing her legs so quickly that she was basically acting as her own vibrator.

  “This is so strange,” Brynn whispered as she noticed Shael tilting her head to get a better look. “They’re just watching.”

  “Would you prefer they help?” Frost teased as he worked his way closer to the white lace edge of her panties. “I’m sure they’d be happy to…”

  “That’s not what I meant,” Brynn shivered excitedly as Frost slipped his hands beneath her ass and slowly pulled her panties down. “I only need you handsome. But it’s still a little weird.”

  “No weirder than you lying in bed next to me while…”

  “Right,” Brynn moaned as Frost tossed her panties on the floor. He stared at the perfect pink pussy he’d been denied for the last month like a hungry predator. The way her thigh-highs and garter highlighted her gorgeous pink pussy and soft hairless mound was beyond enticing. Even if he’d wanted to resist, he wouldn’t have been able to walk away from something so beautiful. He started moving toward her delicious pink lips but stopped as her hand landed on his shoulder. “That’s it!”

  “Huh?” Frost glanced up at the impish bard as she looked around the room with a mischievous grin. “I’m always in bed lying next to you! The chairs are making it weird!”

  “The chairs?” Lysandra and the others all glanced at their padded seats. “I suppose you do have a point. The chairs do feel a little out of place.”

  “I know,” Renna said knocking Zinnia back as she jumped out of her seat. The playful elf leaped for the bed and landed next to Brynn. The petite thief rolled onto her back and hooked her hands beneath her knees, spreading herself for Zinnia as she waited for the curvy dog-eared woman to continue her work. “This is much better.”

  “Renna!” Lysandra stood up and glared at the mischievous elf. “Lady Brynn…”

  “It’s fine,” Brynn patted the spot open to her left. “Lysandra, you can have this spot.”

  “Lady Brynn this is…”

  “A request from the bride,” Frost shrugged as Lysandra bit her lip. The white-haired priestess was obviously torn between her desire and her responsibility. “Shael, little help?”

  “Already ahead of you,” Shael finished off her wine and grinned as she stared excitedly at Lysandra’s gorgeous ass. The tan muscular elf walked over to Lysandra and aggressive removed the priestess’ panties before pushing her onto the bed.

  “Shael!” Lysandra whined as the redhead forced her legs apart. “What’s gotten into you? Oh goddess!”

  “Better?” Frost asked Brynn playfully while glancing at the two women getting devoured beside the slender bard.

  “Much better,” Brynn nodded as she smiled at Frost. “Now I don’t feel like the center of attention.”

  “Oh,” Frost smirked. “You’re definitely still the center of attention.”

  Frost lifted Brynn’s legs over his shoulder as he leaned down, kissing her thigh on his journey to her beautiful pussy. His heart pounded as the excitement built until finally his tongue traced the outer edge of her pink lips savoring her sweet flavor as the sexy bard moaned.

  “You are so beautiful,” Frost said softly before his next gentle lick. Her sweet flavor flowed over his tongue as he explored every inch of her pink lips. Each slow glide of his tongue made him want more, like a thirsty man drinking wine in a desert he’d never be sated. He was finally able to savor Brynn on his tongue and the wait was worth it.

  “Frost,” Brynn panted while gently thrusting her hips upward. He continued lapping at her lips, slowly gathering her nectar and letting it pool on his tongue. As the tip of his tongue touched her center, he slid it inward unleashing a deluge of her slippery juices. “Oh goddess…”

  Frost was singularly focused on devouring his sexy bride as she writhed against his tongue. He wanted to make every inch of her his even if it took all day and night. To that end, Frost continued his patient assault on her lips while adding another target, her glistening little clit. He smiled as he tapped her perfect pink pearl with the tip of his tongue sending a shock through her body.

  “This is amazing,” Brynn giggled as she lifted her hips. “You’re amazing.” Brynn turned to Renna and Lysandra as the two elves panted. “Does it feel this amazing for you?”

  “It’s so good,” Renna whined as Zinnia sloppily licked her drenched cunt. The Durra’s ears perked up and tail smacked against Frost as the lewd-bodied woman went into overdrive devouring Renna’s pussy. “Fuck!”

  “Mmm,” Lysandra moaned softly as Shael fingered her dripping pussy. Her body arched as the redheaded elf hooked her fingers inside of her drenched cunt. Lysandra let out a loud squeal as Shael began licking her clit. “Right there!”

  Frost felt almost competitive as the three women’s moans echoed through the room. He gave Brynn’s clit several gentle rotations of his tongue as he moved his hands beneath Brynn’s thighs. He pushed the petite bard’s legs up like he was driving her knees into her chest and drove his tongue deeper into her slippery cunt. Her soft delicate legs trembled as he alternated his attention between her slick hole and her little pink clit.

  “I love you handsome,” Brynn panted as her trembling increased. It felt like any second the petite bard was going to erupt as he worshipped her tight pink pussy. “I swear to the goddess herself, I love you.”

  “If you love me now just wait,” Frost said while lapping up her juices. He loved the way her generous nectar covered her lips, bathing them in her delicious flavor. He kissed her pussy tenderly as he continued to gently push her legs back. Once in position he slowly shifted his attention downward, sliding his tongue lower until he reached her perfect porcelain ass.

  “Oh goddess!” Brynn’s squealed as Frost slid his tongue from her asshole to her clit. “Frost!”

  Frost continued his relentless assault as Brynn’s body shivered and twisted. The petite bard whimpered as Frost mercilessly held her legs back and alternated between her dripping cunt and her perfect asshole. Eventually, she couldn’t contain herself anymore and burst.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Frost said as he felt the warm splatter of Brynn’s juices against his tongue while continuing to devour her. Nothing could have enticed him away from his wife’s delicious cunt as he consumed the helpless woman. Frost wiped his face and released Brynn’s legs once the trembling subsided. She stared at him in a half daze with tear filled eyes. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” Brynn giggled while wiping her eyes. She gasped for air as another jolt shot through her body and more tears filled her eyes. “Oh goddess. This is ridiculous. I didn’t think it’d feel this good.”

  “What are you talking about?” Frost grinned as he kissed the silky flesh of her glistening mound. He started working his way north toward her sexy pink nipples, kissing every inch of the small woman’s flat stomach on his journey. He reached her perfect nipples and began circling them with his tongue. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”