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A moan slips out of me, tingling sensations rising as he soothes more of the anointment into the tight ring stretched around his length. It feels like I’ve been brainwashed into liking anal—or in this case, orgasm-washed.

Nope… definitely not the wedding I envisioned.

And I guess we’re at the reception part now.

While Ivar prepped me, banquet tables were hauled in and the hall filled with the delicious smell of seasoned meats wafting from trays loaded down with a Pinterest fantasy board’s worth of food. The clinks of barrel-shaped ale jugs and general merriment rose while a band made of winds, strings, and a particularly thunderous drum joined the war horn/electric guitar instrument thingie.

I’ve lost track of trying to approximate how many hours have passed. But I’d only had a girl dinner of a quick pre-bath bowl of cereal, a fistful of pretzels, peppermint bark, and a few sips of wine. My stomach breaks with the rest of my pheromone-addled body to growl a suggestion about maybe getting in on that feast.

“Relax for your Emperor.” After applying more lubricant, Ivar pulls my knees back to my shoulders and begins to push in again, inch by pulsing inch. “The sooner we complete this step, the sooner I can feed you.”

“Can sooner be now?”

He stills. “You are already anticipating the next part?”

I eye the feast longingly. “I truly am—oh!”

A surprised cry falls out of my mouth when Ivar immediately releases, even though he’s only a little more than halfway in.

Like when he came before, it isn’t a quick process. He jets and jets inside my ass, pumping out an impossible amount of cum.

As it turns out, organic lube works even better when it’s coming from the inside. No more having to relax under impossible conditions. My hole loosens like something unlocked, and Ivar easily starts thrusting into that formerly untouched part of me as he continues to spew.

Another great cheer goes up from the banquet tables, and the Orc mage places the bowl directly underneath where our bodies are joined this time, right between Ivar’s spread legs.

“Does Little Bride understand now?” Ivar rubs the back of my head with his tusks as his oversized load splashes into the golden bowl. “Do you fully comprehend how hard your Emperor must fight to keep from spilling while inside his Little Bride’s tight hole?”

Maybe it’s the roughness of his words or the outrageousness of the situation or whatever indecent set of chemicals evolution inserted into the Orc pheromones—my unattended pussy spasms, and I come, too, both holes clenching as I’m taken over by yet another seizure of white-hot bliss.

“I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I have to admit when I finally come down. “Is it always like this for you when you have sex?”

He tenses, and several long beats of silence pass before he answers, “No. Only ever with you, Little Bride.”

He rubs his tusks against the back of my braids, which have half collapsed out of their messy updo and are now tumbling over one shoulder.

The Orc mage reappears to remove the bowl. Yeah, that no-looking-him-in-the-eye thing will absolutely not be a problem when I draw him aside for the cave conversation.

I am beyond relieved when he only sets the golden bowl off to the side before announcing to the hall, “Emperor and Bride shall now proceed to final part of ancient wedding ceremony!”

“Yay!” I cheer. “Let’s eat.”

Ivar grins. “I am pleased by your enthusiasm, Little Bride.”

I’m once again lifted off of his length. And for the first time since he brought me to his throne, I’m set on my feet.

To my pleasant surprise, standing on my own is no longer an issue. Don’t get it twisted, I am sore everywhere. I’m pretty sure even my cervix is bruised.

But the intense sexual cramping has stopped, and my legs no longer feel like jelly.

Even more exciting, the mage steps forward and presents me with a large black towel in one hand and a piece of black cloth in the other, both beautifully embroidered with golden runes.

“Oh, wow, thank you!” I say, eagerly reaching out for the towel.

However, the mage snatches his arm back before I can take it. “No. Second sacred vestment is for last part of ancient wedding ceremony.”

“Wait.” I blink. “There’s a third part?”

Chapter 14