I watch from my spot on the short dais as Arden floats down the aisle. She is a vision in her pink-and-gold dress. The silk clings to every soft curve and highlights the swells of her breasts. Her gossamer wings beat at her back while her golden crown sits atop her flower-adorned curls.
A matching crown rests on my brow as I await her arrival.
Glimmerveil Castle has been decorated in an array of golds, greens, and pinks to celebrate our union. All of her subjects have gathered in the center courtyard, clutching fresh bouquets of wildflowers.
Even Elwood seems happy as he stands behind his father.
I try and fail not to grin wider as I remember the look of shock on his face when we arrived. He had treated me very differently than when I was human. Especially when Arden revealed we were mates. Our bond was not to be questioned.
She was mine. And now it was about to be official.
We will marry amongst the Spirits and the meadow, which we honor with the tall poles arranged in a circle in the courtyard. Each one is decorated with fresh blooming flowers and verdantleaves. Sticks and scraps of silk and satin wrap around their bases and branch off at the top.
The smallest of our subjects are in attendance as I spy several families of deer and rabbits peering from the edge of the towering trees. Meadowmist bursts with life with the Void gone. Free from the darkness, everything has a chance to live again.
The Sun Palace, by contrast, has decades before it will be fully repaired.
For a time, I believed I would rule over nothing, but as luck would have it, not all of my fairies had been claimed by the Void. A small group of Goldren fairies had taken refuge in the meadow. Burrowing deep underground, they lived there for centuries until my powers had cleared away the gloom.
A few of them are in attendance today. Pride shines on their faces as their golden hair glimmers in the morning light. I feel a sense of responsibility as I look towards them. It will be up to me to lead them into the future.
As Arden takes my hand and joins me, the task doesn't seem as daunting.
She grounds me and makes me feel alive. I glance up at Glimmerveil’s ivy-covered stones. The window to our bedchamber is open. Bodies walk in front of the window, no doubt preparing it for our wedding night.
I've tasted Arden dozens of times since we arrived back at the castle a few nights ago. Her screams of pleasure echo through the halls at all hours. I will lay claim to her in that bed, but I have a more exciting place in mind to make her first time as special as possible.
I grin down at her, tugging on one of her soft curls.
"You look beautiful, Queenie." My lips find her ear. "Let's get this ceremony over with. I need to fuck my bride."
Arden's lips part as if I've scandalized her.
"Impatient male. Many in our realm traveled far to watch us wed on such short notice."
I chuckle, tracing the delicate shell of her ear with my tongue.
"Unless you want them to watch me fuck you, Queenie. I suggest we get on with it. That dress is begging me to shred it."
Arden shivers, her teeth sinking into her lip.
"Beast," she whispers. "Fine. Let us begin."
Her head advisor, Fren, steps forward and leads the ceremony. We call for the Spirits and open our hearts to receive their blessings. Light wraps around us as our powers flow together. Ceremonial words are spoken. The Queen and I exchange vows and oaths before slicing our palms and sharing blood.
Something sweeter than a fairy wish awaits me on the other side of this promise.
"Fairies of Meadowmist and Goldren, allow me to present your new monarch. Queen Arden and King Thorifian. May their reigns be long and their love eternal."
Riotous applause breaks out as white petals are tossed into the air.
The sound of my birth name rings in my ears. Arden and I agreed that Finn is what I'll go by, as Thorifian is not the easiest to scream in the throes of pleasure.
With our union official, I turn towards my wife with a wide smile. Cupping her cheeks, I lower my head and lay claim to her mouth. Her fingers wrap around my forearms as we are showered in rose petals and well wishes. All I care about is her mouth.
Her soul tangles with mine in a promise far more permanent than the vows we just made. She is mine in every way. All that's left is finally to sink inside her perfect tightness and fill her with my seed.
A need that can no longer be delayed. These past five days have been a slow seduction that has left my cock in a perpetually painful state. The only cure for it lies between Arden's soft thighs.
