“Fuck, I love Sontafrul 6!” She raises her arms into the air. “I get to have a full bush and not have to pander to human male fantasies...this is heaven!”
“You’ll pander to no one’s fantasies but mine, I hope.” I frown, unsure of what human men have to do with anything. I am happy to "save some for later," but human wedding ceremonies must be very different from fi'len. Surely, the attendants informed her of the rites. I am sure they are very different from her own.
“Of course Ke’ain, I’m yours.” She grabs my hand. “Now and forever.”
“And I am yours. Shall we make our way to the temple?”
“I can’t wait,” she says.
Putting my arm around the small of her back, I guide her to the door. As we pass the bureau, I realize I nearly forgot to grab the gags.
Goddess, how embarrassing would that be to arrive at the wedding without gags?
?OPAL
He’s perfect. His ripped swimmer's body flexes beneath his sheer robe. Even his cock is beautiful. I giggle, realizing he’s in the midst of popping a boner. I guess my husband can’t handle a little sucker play, can he? I can’t wait to find all the sensitive spots on his body.I promise to make it my queenly duty to learn all the spots that give you pleasure,I vow silently to Ke’ain.
He holds two strips of green fabric in the hand that isn’t holding mine. I wonder if maybe the fi’len do a handfasting of sorts—I always thought that to be a beautiful ceremony. There’s a surprising amount of pagans in the Midwest who work food service, so I’d gotten to see it several times.
My own parents had a courthouse wedding to quell the rumor mill before they had me, a ten pound “preemie.” I wouldn’t be surprised if my pawpaw held a shotgun the entire time. It may sound morose, but it was strangely comforting knowing that neither of our parents would be attending. It made the sting of their loss a tiny bit more manageable to know that we were both in this together.
Ke’ain drags me down a series of halls and steps. This path is obviously one that he knows well. I don’t pay attention to the directions we take. I mostly just stare at his face. Love feels so great. I didn’t think it would feel like this—it feelssafe.
Ke’ain stops before a pair of doors that seem carved of ebony. They tower over even Ke’ain and have a foreboding presence.
“Opal May Legare, will you marry me?” He strokes the side of my face with the back of his hand.
“Of course.” I melt into Ke’ain’s touch; I am his.
Ke’ain pushes the doors, and they swing open with a squeak from their ancient hinges. They part, revealing a huge cavern. Huge emerald stalactites cover the walls and ceiling of the cavern. The floor houses a series of steps, and pools of water swarm with some kind of blue light. The sides of the room are filled with a crowd of people, all standing and staring at us. They extend their hands toward us and hum a low note.
The noise of so many soft voices triggers something strange inside me, and a feeling of relaxation fills my chest. I step through the door frame, reaching toward the people that stand here to witness our wedding. I feel Ke’ain’s hand in front of my chest, and stop my movement into the emerald cavern.
“First you must tie this gag around me, and then I will tie yours,” Ke’ain whispers. I must look dubious as Ke’ain explains further. “We must be mute before the goddess.”
Oh, okay, so this is some weird religious thing then?I did say we would do the wedding in the fi’len tradition, so I suppose I should be okay with those traditions.
“Okay babe, I trust you,” I say.
He gently places the green strip of fabric between my lips. I expect him to tie the fabric loosely, but I’ll be damned if Ke’ain doesn’t fucking give me whiplash as he ties the strip of fabric...well, like an actual fucking gag. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. He places a kiss on top of my head, and fuck, I’m already throbbing between the legs.
Am I attracted to this?Because maybe we can take the gags back to our room for some wedding night festivities. Or would that be super blasphemous? Shit, I really need a crash course on this religion.Holy shit!I don’t even know what their religion is called.
I give Ke’ain no mercy either, and tie his gag just as tight—maybe that act is just as necessary as these sheer robes. Ke’ain takes my hand and leads me down the steps into the cavern. Our humming guests seem so reverent toward me, their voices reminding me of a cat’s purr.
The glow of the pools makes everything so ethereal—my fairy princess ensemble now complete with a fitting location. We stop at the furthest pool from the doors, and as we arrive, a veiled figure beckons at us. She stands in front of the pool we now face.
Ke’ain steps into the magical pool. He turns back to me and gestures with his hand for me to join him.
The pool’s water is hot tub temperature. I let out a small sigh as we slip into its welcoming warmth. It sounds ridiculous through the gag, but it feels so fucking delightful. I swear the humming from our guests, about two hundred or so I think, must be altering my mood. I am entirely euphoric.
When the veiled figure speaks, her voice is almost as melodic as a song. “You come before the goddess, before your subjects as mutes.” The white-veiled fi'len woman gestures to the pool of water we’re in. “Entering the sacred waters, you show the goddess that the voice of one shall not drown out the power of our voices united.”
The priestess sings a series of notes, in harmony with the crowd; her voice is awe-inspiring. When she sings her last note, the crowd silences. The lack of happy noise is almost painful.
“Without each other, without our community, without the goddess, we are incomplete. You will commit to each other today; you will be unified.” As she speaks, Ke’ain turns me to face him, clasps one of my hands against his chest, and presses his other hand into my chest. “After today, you will be mated for life. You come here of your own free will and accept the mate our goddess has selected for you.”
Ke’ain releases my hands and takes my headpiece off, dropping it into the deeper end of the pool. He pulls my hand up to his head and signals I need to remove his headpiece as well. When I do, he motions to the opposite end of the pool with his head. I chuck his probably priceless adornment like a dirty shoe. It clips the side of the pool before ricocheting back down into the water.I am such a klutz; thank god there’s no photographer.
