Locum Tenens 14

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

The wedding is about to begin. Read the preceding chapters (in order) before you start this one - to keep from missing out on any of the details that led up to this point. With luck (and maybe a bit of groveling), the admins might be convinced to release new chapters every day or so until this story ends.

~~~ Palace Courtyard ~~~

{"Have you eaten?"} Kira asked me.

{"Is it lunchtime?"} I asked, in reply.

{"Yes, silly. The orphans are heading to our dining room. Go eat with them. We won't see them for a few days and they had fun making daisy chains with you earlier and want to see you again."}

{"Okay. Love you."}

{"I love you too, my handsome husband. What did the great mother say?"}

{"I'll tell you later,"} I said. {"She gave me a little surprise for each of you."}

{"Aww..."}

{"She said it was partial-payment for babysitting,"} I clarified.

{"Babysit... oh... keeping watch over the hatchling? That's kind."}

{"We'll talk more later...,"} I told her.

At lunch, each of the younger orphans came to sit beside me to tell me about how excited they were - which really wasn't hard to tell. It was plainly written on their beaming little faces.

The older ones came and hugged me and congratulated me and gave me their best wishes. Kira had, obviously, already told them that we'd be separated from them for a while.

That meal was one of the sweetest that I remember enjoying. There were enough little faces that I occasionally had to think about a name or two but I knew bits and pieces about each one of them and considered all of them a part of my broader family.

When I thought back to my discussion with Dexter and the All-Father, my introduction to and time spent with the orphans was always a big part of what I considered to be the reason that I had come here. Don't get me wrong, the mind-blowing sex was great too - but kicking a bad guy's ass and protecting these little cuties - what's not to love?

Mila stopped in to help the staff clean up and I tried to pinch her butt but she evaded me with a giggle. I turned my attention back to the orphans and found Nala scowling at me. I grabbed her up and tickled her until she complained that she was going to wet herself.

I tucked her little body into the crook of my arm and held her to my chest. She reached up and brushed her fingers over my cheek.

"Will you be my daddy?" she asked.

I twisted my head away (so that she wouldn't see the small tear that had suddenly sprung up). I brushed my wrist at the corner of my eye and - when I thought I was good to go once more - turned back to look at her again.

"How about this?" I asked her. "I talked to your mother and told her that you and she are important to Kira and me. I can't take you on crazy adventures but I promise that we'll have slumber parties and stuff."

"What's a slumber party?"

"We all get pillows and blankets," I told her. "We'll sleep in front of the fire and... Shit! I need to invent hot cocoa!"

She gave me a strange look.

"We'll camp out around the fireplace and eat tasty snacks and stay up late talking and then all sleep together in a big pile. We'll probably have a pillow fight too."

"Pillow fight?"

"You guys seriously don't swing your pillows around like an ogre's club and beat the shit out of each other?! You haven't lived until you've had a pillow fight!"

"When you and cousin Kira get back, can we have a slumber..."

"Party."

"... a slumber party and a pillow fight?"

"Yes!"

She pulled my face down to hers and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Good," she said.

With that, she squirmed out of my arms and went to tell Alia and Lia that we were having a pillow fight - which, of course, required the five-year-old to regurgitate the description that I had given her. It was mostly accurate. I just shook my head and laughed quietly.

{"Go to Kiro's quarters and get dressed,"} Kira ordered. {"Under no circumstances whatsoever are you to come to our rooms."}

{"Got it, boss,"} I shot back.

{"Boss?"}

{"Nevermind,"} I said. {"It just means that I know you're in charge."}

{"Damned right,"} she replied.

I laughed to myself and headed for Kiro's rooms.

I met a train of servants relocating the orphan's bed-things.

"What's going on?" I asked Kiro.

"Dora and the girls are moving in here tonight so that you guys can have some privacy," he said.

"Take care of her, will you?" I told him.

He laughed and said, "More like the other way around."

"I empathize," I said under my breath.

He looked at me and started laughing. He patted me on the shoulder.

"You poor man..."

Valeri and Monika appeared. They were each wearing dresses that matched the orphans and the rest of my girls. They also had daisy chain crowns.

They handed us our clothes. Valeri handed an extra item - a folded piece of clothing - to Kiro and told him that I would explain what it was.

"That fast?!" I gasped.

She grinned and nodded.

"You're incredible, you know that?" I asked her.

She blushed.

"C'mon, dude," I told Kiro, slipping into his bedroom.

Once the door was closed, I had him set down his stack of clothes. I took the boxers and held them up and explained them - and then stripped to show him what they looked like.

"Amazing...," he said.

We each turned to our piles and started getting dressed.

"They feel even better than they look," he said.

"I told her to make some for you and your dad."

"Dad will love them."

Once we were both in our monkey suits, we checked each other and then stepped out for our formal review. The pair fussed over us a bit and Monika's naughty fingers got my ass twice and my groin once.

"The orphans will give you crowns when you get to the courtyard," Monika said. "Loki, I'll move your clothing from..."

"I already stored them," I told her.

"That also works," she said nodding.

"Mistress Valeri," Kiro said. "I'd like at least two more pairs of the... uh... boxers... when you have time."

"Yes, my prince," she said.

"Make at least three for dad as well," he went on.

"It will be done," she replied, giving him a little curtsy.

Kiro and I headed outside. Just for fun, I walked past our rooms to see if the guards would react. Kiro laughed at me and told me that I was ornery.

We arrived outside to be crowned by the orphans. A few servants had, apparently, been assigned to help the tutors manage the group. I gave the head tutor a wink and she smiled back.

Nala, Alia, and Lia came up and grabbed hands with Kiro and me - forming an impromptu dancing circle. We spun around while the girls giggled and bounced and carried on. Kiro and I were then dismissed after we got hugs from each of them.

We found a spot in the shade to stand and wait. There was a flower archway thingy in the courtyard that kind of seemed like where we'd probably stand to do the vows or whatever.

"You guys use a priest as the officiate or what?" I asked Kiro.

"There is usually a guest of honor who stands in for the All-Father - to oversee the ceremony," he said.

"Your dad?" I guessed.

"I believe he's been replaced by one of greater authority," Kiro replied, smiling.

I was lost. Who was higher than the king? The look on my face must have given it away.

"The great mother asked to serve as your witness," he said.

"That happen often?" I asked.

"Never in my memory," he replied. "You must have impressed her mightily. Her cub sleeps with your daughters and she will serve as witness to your wedding."

"Pretty sure it wasn't anything I did...," I said.

He laughed - and then laughed harder.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just," he said, drying his eyes, "even the few rumors that I've heard... You rescued her pup, offered her sanctuary here..."

"That was your sister..."

"... slept in the dragon's cave as a guest, lets you ride on her back, took you with her to deal with Sven... His son, by the way, has nothing but respect for you. I think he's happier here than he was with his father. Mila says he's sweet on one of the cook's assistants. Speaking of my cousin, how was your night?"

"No comment," I replied.

He laughed harder than ever, jostling me with his shoulder.

I must have been blushing because he looked at my face and laughed louder and longer.

He straightened right up when Dora came walking our way.

"Hen-pecked...," I whispered.

"Hen...?" he asked, before turning to greet the former house-mother.

"You both look handsome...," she said.

Her words were addressed to both of us but her eyes were laser-focused on the prince. She pretended to straighten his collar and snuck a quick kiss.

We both watched her leave and then I pulled my eyes back to his. He cleared his throat nervously.

"I'm happy for both of you," I told him. "I wish I could make her happy but it wasn't meant to be."

"She adores you," he said.

"I can live with that," I told him. "When the time comes, I think she'll make an amazing queen."

"I don't know if Father..."

"Your sister seemed to think you just needed to continue to move calmly, confidently, and carefully."

"She...? Thank you."

"You have MY thanks," I told him. "I honestly worry about where Nella and Monika will fall out in all of this."

"They're both older," he said. "You are a fabulous second-husband. Although I'm not sure Monika ever married..."

"So long as they get along with your sister and I can give them a little personal attention once in a while, I'm delighted with their company," I told him.

"The seamstress?" he asked.

"Married, but Monika - I think - told me that things are strained between them. Valeri seems sweet on me and I adore her for being the first kind face that greeted me when I arrived in your world. As you are aware, I'm a horrible tease and that causes some... consternation... but I'm doing my best not to make her relationship with her husband any more strained than it already is."

Kiro and I stood a little taller as we noticed the king and his guards approaching.

"What did Brant's messenger want?" Kiro asked his father.

"Brant wants you to marry his daughter - to ensure that we don't decide to sweep back through and wipe out his kingdom. He was nervous enough after your sister and her mate destroyed his commanders but he's, apparently, heard about Sven and wants to make sure we remain at peace."

"Are we at peace?" I asked the king, teasing.

He laughed and said, "For now, at least."

"Isn't his daughter like 12?" Kiro asked.

"Not looking to adopt?" his father inquired, winking at me.

"They're barely sufferable when they become of age," Kiro said. He glanced at me and said, "Rilla's different, I'll grant you."

"Kira sees a lot of herself in Rilla, I think," I told him nodding. "I just need them to get along."

Both the king and his son laughed softly at that.

"Dora is... sufferable?" the king asked his son, watching for his reaction.

Kiro watched his father's face in return.

Kiro glanced at me and asked, "What are Dora's strengths - in your opinion?"

I laughed and shook my head.

"I did NOT see that coming," I said.

Both men now watched me.

"As I believe you both know," I told them. "When I found the orphanage, Dora was on her deathbed. The All-Father - in his provision - saw fit to gift me the ability to heal. When I later transferred her illness to a man who had been in good health, he was unable to leave his sickbed and eventually died there... with... a little nudge from me. Dora is not all that old in years. My guess is that she's right behind Kira in age - a few years younger than me. As young as she is, when I found her, she had at least two dozen girls - aged five through fourteen - living together under one roof. She managed their health, their exercise, their diets, and somehow still found food to put on the table. Quite honestly, I don't know how - except by the grace of the All-Father. As you probably know, she has plant magic. She was growing most of their food on the roof of the orphanage."

I was yammering - droning on when they had wanted an executive summary.

I looked at both men.

"She has tremendous organizational skills, a servant's heart, the strength of an ox, the maturity to keep two dozen girls from constantly being at each other's throats..."

"... no small feat," the king agreed.

"As I've already told Kiro, I'm just disappointed that she needs more than I can give her. She and Kira get along well enough but Kira IS queen and - before I met our princess - that probably would have been Dora's place. Dora is quiet, reserved, organized, and steadfast. Kira is a fiery whirlwind. I love Dora dearly but the All-Father gave me a bizarre healing ability that puts me front and center on the enemy. In that regard, Kira gets me. Dora would be waiting at home with dinner ready. Kira will help me destroy a horde of wild beasts and then sit around the campfire with me as we roast the steaks over the flames."

Both nodded but said nothing.

"It's probably not my place," I said to the king, "but I've already told Kiro that I thought Dora would make a hell of a queen..."

Kiro watched his father's face intently. The king looked at him and then looked me in the eyes.

"I value your opinions and I've already told you how refreshing I find your honesty. I am not the All-Father and cannot see the future but I can see the wisdom of your arguments. We shall see where the All-Seeing Father guides us."

Kiro seemed to be happy with that pronouncement. It definitely wasn't the "no" that he'd feared. I was happy for him - and for Dora.

~~~

People started arriving for the ceremony - trying to figure out where they should stand. The seneschal appeared, as if by magic, and - with help from Mila and some others - began to get everybody sorted. I took a cleansing breath.

"Alright, Loki?" Kiro asked, grinning.

"I hate these things...," I told him.

"Marrying princesses?" he teased.

I slugged him in the arm and he laughed.

The crowd looked skyward and there were lots of fearful expressions on their faces as the majestic dragon came in for a landing. She stood behind the little arch thing and peered over the top of it.

{"Did I miss anything?"} she asked.

{"Just me fidgeting,"} I answered. {"Thank you for serving as witness."}

{"I rarely throw my weight around,"} she said. {"I thought I'd remind them how small they are."}

Smoke puffed from her nostrils as she gave a little laugh.

{"Move to the arch. Take Kiro and Daddy with you,"} Kira ordered.

"The princess who thinks she is queen has ordered us to the front...," I told the king and the prince.

Her dad chuckled and motioned for me to lead the way.

The guards hung back but they were still present. If the dragon decided to act, there would be no time for them to intervene - but that would've been futile anyway.

I stood in front of the arch - to the dragon's left. Kiro didn't correct me so I assumed I was in the right spot. Who was I kidding, he probably didn't know either... I looked around to find Mila's eyes. She nodded. I relaxed a little - but not much. There were a lot of people here - and still lots more streaming in through the gate.

Those from the palace stood in orderly rows. A few of those coming from the city spoke to the seneschal and were assigned places among the elite - or whatever they were. The royal servants were there too - even Sven's son. More and more people were pouring through the gate to the palace courtyard.

Trumpets sounded from the walls.

{"What the fuck is that shit?!"} Kira snarled.

I glanced at my soon-to-be father-in-law.

"Your daughter's not happy about the trumpets, apparently," I told him.

He shrugged and said, "Tell her not to stick my head on a pike - it wasn't me and I knew nothing about it."

{"Your father said it wasn't him...,"} I sent back.

{"Fucking Mila...,"} my fiancée fumed.

I looked around to find Mila. She was busy hustling more people into places. I couldn't tell for sure, but it kind of looked like she was grinning from ear to ear.

The sun wasn't too harsh but I was sweating.

I suddenly realize that the weather here was a lot nicer than back... back where I used to live. I couldn't even call it "home" anymore. I'd been here... like two months... and... fuck... I was about to marry a princess!

{"Stand still,"} the dragon teased.

I started to say something snarky but - despite how comfortable our relationship was - every other person in this world treated this massive lady with a LOT of respect. There was probably a reason. Hell. A week before, she'd smashed me into pulp and only this whacko magic that the All-Father had given me allowed me to turn that pool of bloody slime back into this body.

Time seemed to crawl. I watched as more and more people assembled. Most had at least taken a bath but a few looked like I probably had a few weeks ago. One or two of the new arrivals gave me a little wave. I waved back. A grubby little street urchin came over - bringing me a flower with a broken stem. It was a dandelion. They had them here and - like my old world - the things grew wherever they could take root.

The girl looked like she was about eight. I went to one knee as she got close. She held out the flower/weed. I took it. I would've given her a hug but I was worried about lice and I was sure Kira would kill me.

"Thank you for the windmills," the little girl said. "Momma doesn't have to work so hard to get the water now."

"You're welcome, sweetie," I replied.

"You look very handsome," she said.

"Thank you," I told her. "I hope my wife thinks so too."

"Rilla?" she asked.

"I guess I should have said 'my wives'," I answered. "Yes, I hope Rilla thinks I look handsome."

"She fell in love with you the moment she saw you," the girl said.

"I kind of did too," I told her.

The girl's mother yelled for her - the woman's eyes filled with worry that her daughter was standing in the middle of a huge crowd. I smiled and gave the girl's mother a little wave.

"I need to go," the girl said.

"Thank you for the flower," I told her.

"It's just a weed, but I didn't have anything else," she replied.

She raced off to rejoin the crowd of citizens that was continuing to grow larger and larger. The girl's mother grabbed her shoulder and was - no doubt - yelling at her. She looked over at me as I stood. I found a place on my collar for the dandelion and added it to my ensemble. The woman grinned and shook her head as the little girl pointed - obviously telling her mother that I'd said I liked the thing.

I returned to my place. Kiro nudged my arm.

"You make that look so easy," he said.

"I was her, just a few weeks ago," I told him. "No food and no waterskin."

"And yet, here you are now," he said.

"I'm still pinching myself," I replied. "I'm just sure I'll wake up one morning and find that it's all only a dream. You know what? I won't even mind. It's been a helluva ride!"

The trumpets blared again - this time sounding like they were urging people to get the move on if they weren't already in their places.

In my head, Kira grumbled again. I still hadn't heard a peep from Rilla.

The orphans began arriving - escorted by the tutors - who were dressed in matching finery. They passed up through the assembled crowd and spread out along the front. The head lady winked at me and I gave her a smile. As the little girls took their places, they smiled and waved. I waved back to them and returned their happy smiles.

Somewhere, a violin - or something similar - began to play. I looked down the grassy aisle to see Monika standing there. Like the rest of those that Kira had dressed, she had the gorgeous blue gown - and the crown of daisies. She carried a bouquet of wildflowers. I'm not sure I was supposed to but - when she got to me - I hugged her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She smiled at me and took her place.

Behind her, Nella appeared. She was gorgeous. As she walked down the aisle, I thought about that horrible alley where I'd found her tied to a wall. When she got closer, I saw tears in her eyes. I threw my arms around her and kissed her. I hugged her tightly.

"I fucking love you so much," she said quietly, before she stepped over beside Monika.

Next up... were my daughters. A lump the size of a chicken's egg suddenly appeared in my throat and I struggled to swallow it down.

Zima and Hanna looked like a pair of fairy tale princesses to me. They began walking towards me with baskets in their hands. As they walked, they scattered wildflowers before them - rolling out a colorful carpet that Rilla and Kira would come down.

I dropped to my knees as the girls passed the orphans. They quickly threw the rest of their flowers along the path, dropped their baskets, and ran to me - holding the fronts of their skirts up so that their shoes wouldn't get tangled. I threw my arms around them and kissed their faces again and again. Zima seemed to already be getting taller. She had to bend down to receive my kisses. There was giggling and tears. I didn't giggle. I was too busy crying my eyes out. I finally got hold of myself and stood to my feet. The girls collected up their baskets and moved them behind us and then took my hands.

I looked down the aisle - waiting for Rilla or Kira to appear. Instead, it was the hatchling. The little dragon marched down the aisle like she was the queen of the fucking world. She trumpeted and blew smoke into the air from her nostrils. She roared and brayed and stomped her feet like she was a hundred feet tall. Every single child in the crowd cheered and clapped, jumping from foot to foot, parroting the proud little dragon.

When she got to the front, she bumped the three of us (Hanna, me, and Zima) with her head. She then turned sideways to stand between Kira's brother and father and the crowd of spectators.

I looked up the aisle to see that most of the flowers had - somehow - survived the hatchling's arrival.

A burst of flames rose into the sky above my head and every hair on my neck and head stood on end.

I looked back up the flower-strewn aisle to see that Rilla and Kira had appeared.

As the dragon matron gave a mighty roar, every person in the courtyard dropped to one knee. I knelt as well.

{"Not you, goof,"} Kira giggled into my mind.

I glanced over to see that Nella and Monika had their heads bowed but were standing. I stood back up. Zima and Hanna - heads also bowed - giggled at me. I glanced back at Kiro and his dad. The prince was grinning and shaking his head.

Kira - head held high - looked every definition of the word regal. Her right hand was hanging at her side. Her left hand was held up by a woman that I didn't recognize. The woman was absolutely gorgeous. She took my breath away. Honest to the All-Father, I suddenly realized that I had stopped breathing. Her dress was only slightly less magnificent than Kira's. Her auburn hair glowed in the sun. She was perfectly poised beside the princess - their beauty complimenting and enhancing one another.

The pair stood a moment longer and then began to move forward. Only as she took that first step did I realize that the second woman was Rilla. Head held just as high as Kira's, the majestic young woman escorted the princess down the flower-strewn grassy aisle - through the kneeling masses.

My hands were sweating. I was about to lose my fucking mind. There was no way this was real. I dropped to my knees and pulled my girls close. They giggled quietly, kissed my cheeks, and hugged me.

"This isn't real," I told them.

"That's the same thing I said when the king signed my papers," Zima whispered.

I stayed on my knees until the two most beautiful women in the world stepped past where the orphans were bowing.

I rose to face my brides and the crowd rose with me.

"You're so fucking cute," Kira teased.

"I told the girls that I'm pretty sure this can't be real," I whispered.

"Well, I'm sweating my ass off and Rilla says she's about to pass out so let's get on with it," Kira said, smiling broadly.

I looked at Rilla.

"You're so gorgeous that it hurts to look at you," I told her.

"You look almost as amazing as the first time I saw you," she replied, with stars in her eyes.

I turned my attention back to Kira.

"I forgot what's next," I whispered.

"Men...," she huffed. "Our ceremony is a bit different than most. I want Rilla in the middle, facing the crowd. You hold her left hand and I'll hold her right."

As we moved, Zima and Hanna moved as well. Hanna held Kira's other hand and Zima took mine.

"Now we give our vows," Kira whispered. "You go last - so wait your turn."

Zima grinned up at me.

"Today," Hanna said loudly. "The man that I call 'father' will be married to two women that I have the privilege to call 'stepmother'. None of these people knew that I even existed a few weeks ago - but they have wrapped their arms around me, taught me, trained me, and shown me what love is. Today, my father becomes a husband and I couldn't be prouder."

Zima glanced at me and then faced the crowd.

"For years, I was unwanted. Unloved."

She released my hand and walked to where the orphans sat. She grabbed Dora's hand and forced her to stand. I hadn't even seen her slip in - and yet she was sitting on the ground with her girls.

Zima turned her to face the audience, wrapped an arm around her waist, and squeezed her.

"Dora wasn't that much older than me when she came to the orphanage. When the house-mother died, Dora took over. For the last four years, she has taken in every girl that appeared at our doorstep. She fed them, bathed them, gave them a place to sleep - and showed them what love is."

Zima pulled Dora down for a kiss and then let her sit again. She walked over and reclaimed my hand.

"A few weeks ago, this man appeared at the orphanage and rescued us from evil men who demanded what few coins we had. Dora lay on her deathbed, unable to care for those who depended on her. This man, that I now get to call 'father', healed our mother and destroyed the evil men who threatened us. Not only is he the All-Father's champion, he is MY champion. Today, these two women lay claim to this champion. They are women of strength. They are fearless. They are deadly. They have already taught me much. They have already shown me - by their actions - that they love me. I am proud to stand beside them as they join their strength to my father's."

I think it was supposed to be Rilla's turn next but the impish dragon took it upon herself to be the next to address the crowd. She stomped over in front of us, faced the crowd, took a huge breath, and gave a roar that - honestly - wasn't all that bad - considering how young she was. Every single kid in the crowd was grinning from ear to ear. Most of the adults were too. I know I was. The hatchling stomped back over to her place and looked over at us.

Rilla cleared her throat.

"I don't even know how to begin," she said. "The moment I saw this man, he took the breath from my lungs and claimed my heart. We were standing at the well and I pretty much publicly embarrassed myself by telling him that as soon as I became of age, I wanted him. Today is that day. When he returned a couple weeks later - doing what he always does - helping the hopeless - he saw me. The princess was with him - working at his side - a lady of the people. I voiced my claim in her presence and she demanded to know why I thought I was worthy. I tell you now that I am not. I am humbled that this woman - who is my better in every way - has made me feel cherished and adored with her every act. She bought me from my father, placed a weapon in my hand, and challenged me to prove myself. Princess Kira makes everyone around her a better version of themselves. I am humbled and honored to be invited to enter into a bond of marriage with these two and I will fight to my dying breath to prove that their love is not wasted."

With tears in her eyes, Kira hugged Rilla's neck and kissed her cheeks. She dried her eyes and turned to the crowd.

"A woman of the people?" Kira said loudly. "A handful of weeks ago, I hid in the shadows - little more than a beggar or a thief. I wrapped myself in rags and snuck away from the palace. I felt trapped - caged. I yearned for freedom. In that, maybe, I am like most of you. Try to chain me and you will feel my bite."

She glanced at me and went on.

"The man that - today - I will call 'husband', he is the kindest, most violent man I know. This man feels with his whole heart. Rip off his arms and he will laugh in your face. Ask our enemies - they'll tell you it is true. He feels pain only when he sees the innocent lying broken or hungry in the streets. You will know true fear if he finds you harming one of these. My sister-wife claimed that I make those around me better. I assure you that I am but a pale reflection of this man. He gives me purpose. He gives me hope. He... He owns me and yet lays no claim to me. He frees me."

Kira, Rilla, Zima, and Hanna turned to me.

"I... I'm just a man," I told the crowd.

Behind me, the massive dragon gave a low growl.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive," I said. "I came to this world a few weeks ago and - you know - I just see stuff that needs fixed and I... uh... try to fix it. Thankfully, most stuff either needs healed or smacked and - thanks to the All-Father - those are two things that I seem to excel at. I agree with Rilla that Kira does make me better. Every husband should say the same thing - especially when she's listening."

I'm not ashamed to say that I got quite a few laughs.

"Quite honestly, I'm just kind of figuring all of this out as it comes at me. These two women - and these gorgeous little girls - they tell me that they want to help me do that. I'm honored to accept. All I can promise is that I plan to keep working to make things better, to help those who need it, and to fight anybody who tries to take advantage of the less fortunate."

Kira started to speak again but her eyes moved to our left. I turned to see her father stepping forward.

"Many of you saw or heard about the rats yesterday," he said. "The guards traced the source of the problem back to a corrupted mage who was commanding those vermin. My men were only able to overcome the rats because this man, my daughter's sister-wife, and these two little girls - along with their fearsome companion - fought and killed hundreds of the beasts to finally destroy the mage that was the cause of the problem. My daughter was busy trying to prepare for today or I have little doubt that she would have been with them. The ones that she is binding herself to today placed themselves between the evil and the people of this city. I am proud to be able to call each one of these 'family'."

The king returned to his place and all eyes returned to us.

"Our marriage is unusual," Kira said, "but as three cords are stronger than two, I believe that - united - we make each other stronger. You bear witness to these pledges as we bind ourselves to one another. Thank you for joining us here today. There are tables set up in the king's receiving hall with some tasty bites that the cooks have prepared. Please join us for a time of fellowship and refreshments."

People began to turn to their neighbors when the great mother gave a low roar. Everybody immediately turned back to face the dragon - giving her their complete attention.

"I serve today," she said clearly, "as witness to this union - as representative of the All-Father. Although he is not the only deity that I revere, I believe that his champion honors him with his every action. I have spent time with this family and have ordered my hatchling to travel and fight with them. Before I leave, I would like to place a blessing on them."

The dragon took two steps back and then turned to her left - facing away from the orphans and the rest of the gathered crowds - as well as the king and the prince.

"Champion, present yourselves before me and receive my blessing. All others, step back."

King Korl and Prince Kiro moved farther away - over beside Nella and Monika.

The hatchling stomped over and stood front and center in front of her mother. I chuckled. The other five of us walked over and gathered around the little dragon. I stood with one foot to the left of her tail and one foot to the right. Rilla held my left hand and Kira held my right. Hanna now stood beside Kira, holding her hand - while Zima stood beside Rilla and did the same.

The dragon focused her eyes on us and they began to glow with golden light.

"Keep your eyes on me," she ordered sternly. "Do not waver for even a heartbeat."

The six of us stood together and looked into the dragon's glowing eyes.

All at once, I felt like I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. I couldn't even change where I was looking.

I stared directly into the dragon's eyes as she opened her mouth and breathed out a huge fiery blast that washed over our entire group.

I could hear the crowd gasping as the thick flames prevented them from being able to see us.

The fiery blast continued for what felt like minutes - but it probably lasted only a few seconds. Still, it was long enough that all who watched were sure that we had perished.

When the flames finally stopped and the dragon closed its huge maw, the entire crowd gasped. The six of us were standing exactly where we had been before - untouched by the gout of flames that the people later told us that every single person in attendance could feel their oppressive heat.

The dragon turned back to face the crowd.

"My blessing is upon them," she said. "They were strong before - but now they are mighty."

The dragon spread her wings, leapt into the air, and flew into the sky as afternoon began to change to evening.

Nella and Monika rushed over and hugged us.

"We thought sure you were dead!" Nella gasped.

"The heat...," Monika said. "I feel like it's still burning my face."

"Let's head to the hall," Kira directed. "The guards have instructions to hold the people back until we have a moment to get something into our bellies. After that, they will open the doors and we may not get a break until bedtime..."

The princess led our party to the mass of bodies and then the king's captain guided us through to the doors. We slipped inside to find tables and tables of finger-foods. I filled a little plate and grabbed a mug. I drained the mug and a server quickly refilled it. It was actually a pretty tasty mead. I scarfed down everything on my plate and grabbed another handful of the ones I liked best. I was starving.

Hanna and Zima were giggling and tossing bites to the dragon. I waved down a server and asked if there was something more substantial for the hatchling. If not, she was probably going to wipe out a couple tables' worth of food by herself.

Mila appeared with a smile - and a leg that looked like it had come off of some giant pig. She waved the thing until the dragon spied it and then guided the beast to a quiet corner and gave her the meaty treat.

Once we had all gotten something to eat, Kira directed us over to the bottom of the stairs below the thrones. The king came over and told Zima and Hanna to come up with him. He claimed his seat and sent Zima to Kiro's. Hanna sat in Kira's.

I looked up at the three of them and wondered how quickly I could invent a cellphone - or even a camera.

Kiro spied the trio and laughed. Kira just shook her head, muttering something rude about her father. I thought it was adorable. Zima came down, caught Kiro's hand and pulled him up the stairs. She set him in his place and then went to sit with Hanna in Zira's seat.

The crowds hadn't yet made their way past the tables filled with food - to come greet us - so I jogged up the stairs, gave them both kisses, and told them that they were super cute.

They pulled me onto the seat and climbed onto my lap - one on each leg - their arms tucked around my ribs. I held my girls close. Kira and Rilla looked up at us, smiling broadly.

"Your smiles are gorgeous, girls," Kira told them. "I rarely smiled when I sat there."

"She was too busy planning her escape," the king whispered conspiratorially.

Kira laughed and said, "You are right, Father. By the way, I don't recall you smiling this much in a long time.

"Likely when your mother was still here, my lovely daughter," he answered. "Today is a joyous occasion. There is much to smile about. Will you come and sit on your father's lap as well?"

I expected my pretty princess to decline. I'm sure I saw the thought cross her face for a moment - but then she got a mischievous gleam in her eye - and a wicked smirk on her lips. She grabbed Rilla's hand and pulled her up the steps. Rilla tried to tug her hand free - fearful of approaching the king without being given permission - but Kira's grip was unshakable.

Kira shoved Rilla onto one leg and then claimed the other and the king - for a moment was caught completely off-guard. Kiro, however, was laughing loudly. Kira leaned in and pressed her lips to her father's cheek. She grabbed Rilla's face and forced her to do the same.

Zima and Hanna were giggling their fool heads off and then decided to copy the older females - kissing my cheeks as well.

"That is the most precious thing I think I've ever seen," Monika said.

Nella nodded her head and added, "I quite agree."

Kira spied Dora hiding in the shadows and ordered her to go sit on Kiro's lap. She shook her head no but Kiro held his hand out to her and she meekly climbed the stairs and sat cross-ways on his legs.

"In my old world," I told the king. "We had a device called a camera - which could make an image of whatever you pointed it at. I wish I had a camera to take a picture of this."

"That would be marvelous indeed," he agreed.

Kira and Rilla gave the king another little hug and then clasped hands and bounded down the stairs to meet the arriving well-wishers. I slipped out from under the girls' legs and went to stand with them.

"Do we have to come?" Zima asked.

"You can remain where you are," the king answered for me. "If any wish to speak to you, they can request permission to approach us."

"Really?!" Zima asked.

"You do realize that not just anybody is allowed up here, right?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

The captain of the king's guard moved to stand between the king and my girls - back far enough that they could still converse - but close enough to intervene if a guest caused a scene.

Hanna glanced up at the man's stern face and gave a worried look.

"He's just here to make sure we stay safe," the king assured her.

"We'll be fine," the 10-year-old told the monarch, "they would have to get past Daddy first. Plus, Zima and I can take care of ourselves."

"I'm well aware of how skilled you have become," the king replied. "I adore your reports. They are detailed, informative, and well-written."

"Thank the All-Father," Hanna said matter-of-factly. "I just form the thoughts in my mind and they flow to the paper."

"A marvelous gift, indeed," the king told her. "You are right that I should give a prayer of thanks to him. Those reports are very helpful to me and my staff."

"Who is the creepy guy in the green and gray cloak?" Hanna whispered to the king.

"Where?" the king asked, covertly casting his eyes around the room.

"From where you're sitting, looking across Daddy's head, two fingers to the right, just before the far wall," she replied.

"Such precise directions," the king remarked. "No wonder my instructors are amazed. I see him. I don't know who he is. Guard captain?"

"I'll have him followed, highness," the captain whispered, his eyes never seeming to move.

As if suddenly realizing that he'd been spotted, the man surreptitiously disappeared into the crowd.

"He's leaving," Hanna said.

The captain strode over to a guard and spoke to him. The guard took another with him and left the hall by a hidden door. The captain returned to his place between the thrones.

I had seen the man they were talking about and I immediately turned invisible - using the skill that I'd learned from Kira. I turned to head for the door the guards had taken. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find the princess holding me back.

"Let the guards handle it," Kira said. "I think I have his trail. If they lose him, we'll find him when it's time. He may only be the scout anyway. Besides, some of the guests have finished their refreshments and are heading this way. They're not coming to see me or Rilla. You need to remain here - and visible."

I sighed and reappeared. Rilla snickered. The pair pulled me back to stand between them. I took advantage of the moment and gave their butts a squeeze. Rilla jumped.

"We are going to have so much fun later," Kira giggled.

"I'll have to ask you to remove your hand from my person, good sir," Rilla said haughtily. "I'll have you know that I'm a married woman and none but my husband is permitted to touch me."

Kira roared with laughter.

"Husband, huh?" I asked her. "I'm pretty mean. Maybe I'll whip his ass and take you for myself."

"Ha!" Rilla exclaimed. "My husband is nearly immortal and impervious to pain. He has killed so many men that the mathematicians had to invent new numbers just to keep track of them all."

"Ooh...," I told her. "I liked that one - that was good!"

Rilla began giggling and had trouble stopping. Kira and I were grinning as well.

The first well-wishers to approach us were familiar faces. There was a servant girl that I had seen in the kitchens. She was accompanied by Sven's son.

"Congratulations, my lord," the woman said, shaking my hand, "and to you as well, mistresses. You both look divine and I hope you'll forgive me for saying that I envy you both."

"Congratulations," the prince-turned-servant said. "That was a very unique ceremony."

"I'll take your word for it," I told him. "How are you getting on?"

"Splendidly, thank you for asking," he said. "Please don't tell my father - but I have no intention of ever returning home. The servants here are treated better than most of the palace guards in my old kingdom. The people here are happy. It's quite remarkable."

"Please treat your companion well," I told him. "I'll warn you that I don't care for men being heavy-handed with their women and I tend to involve myself when I see it happening."

The servant girl curled herself around his arm.

"He is well-behaved, my lord, and has already been warned by the cooks that they can easily deliver the most painful poisons. That being said, however, I do appreciate your words on my behalf."

The girl took Rilla's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then did the same with Kira. After that the pair moved away and the next ones in line stepped forward.

~~~

Kira had been right. By the time the line of well-wishers had finally disappeared, it was dark outside.

The orphans and tutors had come through as a group. Once they congratulated us, they climbed the stairs to visit with Dora, Kiro, and the king. Kira's dad had a few more young ladies climb onto his lap - which caused the guard captain a bit of consternation - but he was able to relax again once they retired for the evening. Kiro and Dora went with them - no doubt because they were all headed to his rooms anyway.

I'm not sure when the king took his leave. I know Kira stepped away from my side for a moment. I assume that's when he left. She returned quickly and we continued working through the line.

When it was finally just the six of us, I picked the girls up in my arms and we headed for our rooms - with the hatchling leading the way. She was big enough that there wasn't much room for anyone we met in the hallways to pass us. Usually, they just pressed themselves to the wall and waited for us to pass. If the little dragon was going to continue to live with us, we might need to - at least temporarily - move out of the palace.

The guard opened the door for us and we slipped inside. Kira reminded the girls that they would be spending the night in the bedrooms that were furthest from ours. The girls quickly changed, grabbed their pillows, and gave us all hugs and kisses. Kira led them (and the hatchling) to the room where they would spend the night - and then returned.

It was the first time I had really looked at the dress that Kira was wearing. I had realized, of course, that she was even more beautiful than usual at the ceremony but the dress was just gorgeous - and ornate. She saw me looking it over and slowly spun around. Rilla leaned on my shoulder and watched as well. I turned and kissed her lips quickly and then focused on Kira once again.

"She is every bit a princess," Rilla whispered. "She is flawless and regal and so pretty that my eyes hurt."

"I'd be happy enough to hear you say that I make your pussy ache with need," Kira replied.

I glanced at Rilla's face. She was blushing.

"It's true," she said quietly. "I want to touch you, inhale you, taste you..."

"As I do you, my gorgeous sister-wife," Kira told her. "I've barely been able to control myself, these last few days - especially when our husband was off cavorting with dragons."

"You kept yourself busy enough," I teased.

"About that...," Kira asked, her fingers unbuttoning her collar. "How is it that you're able to spy on us now?"

"The great mother added a skill or two," I told her. "I checked on Sven as well. He's a gloomy thing but seems not to be planning any vengeance."

"Not yet at least...," she countered.

"Agreed."

I turned and caught Rilla in my arms. I looked into her eyes - falling into them. The desire I saw there pulled at me. I found my lips drawn closer and closer to hers and - when they touched - it was like arcs of electricity racing back and forth across a velvet cushion.

"Oh!" she gasped.

She brushed her fingertip over her lip.

Kira stepped forward, wearing only her waist-wrap and chest-wrap. She pressed her lips to Rilla's and I couldn't help but moan as the two of them kissed innocently - and then hungrily. As I watched them, I felt fingertips on the front of my pants and looked down to find both of them had hands there.

"Fuck...," I moaned.

They separated and then - as one - turned to look at my eyes - and then my lips - and then they leaned forward and both kissed me at the same time. I'm not quite sure how it all worked - but it did - and it was mind-blowing. Their naughty fingers were about to blow something else and I reached for their bodies. Rilla still had her dress on - and Kira had her wraps.

"Get undressed," I said, "I have a surprise..."

The door eased open and Nella and Monika stepped into the apartment. They still had their dresses on.

"I need the presents," I told the water-caller.

"Just a moment," she said.

Nella stepped over. I grabbed her ass and kissed her hard. Kira and Rilla kissed her as I stepped away to meet Monika. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her butt, and kissed her hungrily. When our lips separated, she darted in for another quick peck.

"Thank you for including me," she said. "I'm intruding, but you treat me like I'm one of your women. I just want you to know that there is no other for me. I've talked to Nella and we're agreed. We'll keep things sorted here while you lot are off doing your thing. When you come home, we'd like a little time - with all of you - but mostly our husband who's not quite a husband."

Kira and Rilla stepped over, pulling Nella along with them.

"We're agreed then," the princess told her, leaning forward to get a kiss - just before Rilla did. "What's in the packages?"

"He made me promise not to look," the water-caller complained.

I took the packages and ordered the women to get naked. I set the gifts down and stripped to my boxers.

"Oh! What are those?" Kira asked.

She hugged herself against me and rubbed her hands over the soft material - spending extra time checking the crotch - which had me moaning.

"In my old world, we called them 'boxers'," I told her. "Kiro already has at least one pair and Valeri is making some for your father as well."

I looked around at the four naked females that surrounded me. Kira and Rilla were whipcord thin and muscled. Nella and Monika were fit but curvy. I groaned at the sight of all of the delicious flesh, marveling at the fact that they all wanted to be here as much as I wanted them with me.

I picked up the packages and started handing them out.

"They should all be the same," I said. "There are two... uh... outfits for each of you. Is there not a package for Dora as well?"

"I set them aside," Monika said. "I thought to deliver them tomorrow."

"That's fine," I replied. "Thank you for handling that."

Kira got her package open first and the garment tumbled out but she nimbly snatched the pieces from the air before they could fall to the floor.

"What... These are clothing?!"

I laughed.

"Let's start with the cream-colored set," I told her.

The others were now holding theirs - watching the princess and me. I had never helped a woman put a bikini on before. The experience was far more erotic than I had expected. I was as hard as stone by the time I got her top on - and pre-cum was leaking from the tip of my penis by the time I got the bottoms in place.

"These are not clothing...," Kira said huskily.

"So," I explained. "In my old world, females wore these when we went swimming - like at a lake or a pond made out of stone that's just for bathing..."

"With other people?!"

I laughed and said, "Uh.... Yeah."

"Oh, my!"

"For you guys, I thought these might be able to take the place of the chest-wraps and the waist-wraps that you wear - like the boxers that Kiro and I have now."

"We would wear these under our clothes?" Rilla asked. "I think my poor pussy will be sopping wet the whole time!"

"They are so thin and naughty...," Nella agreed, daring to brush her fingers over the cloth of her bikini top - pressing into her tit-flesh.

I groaned as my cock spasmed - just watching the girls feel the stuff. In for a penny, in for a pound...

"The second outfit fits the same but... It's really just for the bedroom," I told them.

Kira stepped in front of me, kissed me, and pushed me down into a big chair.

"Let's change in front of him," she told the others.

Picture four gorgeous women, wearing cream-colored bikinis, staring you in the eyes as they peel them off of their bodies. My cock was aching for relief.

The only thing that made it less sexy was their giggles when they got frustrated with the ties. That passed quickly, however, when they helped one another untie them - which led to fingers and lips touching the body of the one they were supposed to be helping.

Kira untied Nella's top and then sucked a stiff nipple between her lips as reward. Nella moaned and pulled Kira's head tighter against her body. Monika had untied Rilla's top and was palming her firm B-cups as she kissed the 18-year-old hungrily. I groaned and started to reach for my cock - only to have Kira swat my hand away.

"You haven't even gotten to the lingerie yet," I complained.

The translucent brick-red versions of the bikinis caused more giggles - and then more teasing touches as they helped each other get them on. Finally, they were all "dressed" and stood in front of me.

"I'm quite sure there is already a gooey mess in my boxers," I said. "You all look so hot."

"We look what?" Kira asked, laughing.

"Hot - like fire," I said. "You're smoking hot. You're so gorgeous that you're about to burn the whole place down - or at least my shorts."

She looked at the other three.

"You are hot," she agreed.

"So are you," Monika replied.

"You can see... all of me," Rilla said.

"That's kind of the point," I told her. "It's called lingerie. It's supposed to make you feel sexy. You look sexy as hell and I'm about to fucking explode."

"It's so naughty...," she whispered.

"Help me thank our husband for the gifts, sisters," Kira said.

The four of them descended on me and I was helpless as hands pulled and rubbed at every part of me. My face was smothered in lips, hips, tits, and at least one or two crotches. Somehow, they always knew when to stop touching me - right before I climaxed. They edged the hell out of me for several long minutes before they all stepped away.

Monika took my hands and pulled me to my feet. She hugged me and kissed me. I reached around and grabbed her ass to kiss her harder. Nella took her place and kissed me hungrily as well.

"Nella and I are going to sneak away," she said. "I think I'm going to wear this under my clothes and then have Nella peel it off of me with her mouth when we're in bed."

She glanced over at the widow who nibbled her bottom lip and nodded.

The pair slipped their dresses back on, wrapped their bikinis up in the package wrappings, and slipped out of the apartment.

I turned to Kira and Rilla. The see-through bikinis were an awesome idea and Valeri had done an amazing job on them. I was about to blow my load, just looking at the two of them in the sexy outfits.

"Come, husband," Kira ordered. "It's our wedding night..."

The two women grabbed up their bikinis and the paper and strings from the packages and raced off to the bedroom. I stepped inside to find candles and silky draperies - possibly made from the same material as the lingerie - but in the blue that Kira seemed to favor. There were also cream-colored ones that help to lighten the room. The place was gorgeous.

More gorgeous, however, were the two beauties lying on the bed. Their legs were spread just enough for me to see where the cloth of the nearly-transparent bikini bottoms covered their sexes. I had never seen Rilla's before tonight and didn't know how she normally kept it but both - I had noticed earlier - were shaved.

Mila had a thick bush. Dora, Nella, and Monika's was thinner but still untamed - although Dora might change that if she thought Kiro preferred something else.

Kira and Rilla, however, were clean-shaven and I couldn't wait to get that lingerie off of them and run my tongue up and down their bare quims.

"Join us, my handsome husband," Kira purred.

I walked to the bed, crawled over their lower halves, and kissed them - first the princess - and then the virgin. Kira had warned me that I would need to be gentle with Rilla. I intended to be but I was very much looking forward to giving her that first orgasm as I stared into her eyes.

As I kissed Rilla, Kira slipped out from beneath me and shoved me to my side. When I looked down - to see what she was up to - she ordered me to go back to kissing Rilla - and to take her breasts into my hand and squeeze them.

I felt her untie my boxers but - by then - Rilla was moaning and squirming - so I kept my attentions on her. She gave a squeak and glanced down and I saw that Kira was pulling Rilla's bikini bottoms away.

"Take her top off and suck her tits," Kira ordered.

As soon as her taut tit-flesh was bare, my lips were on her areolas and nipples. I held the nipple in my lips and ran the tip of my tongue around the stiff bud. Rilla's hand wrapped around my head to pull me closer. Her other hand clawed at my chest - her nails digging into my flesh and - if possible - making me even more feral for her.

Kira's hand went around my rigid shaft and - a moment later - Rilla gasped. I looked down to find the princess stroking my cock with one hand while her mouth - and a finger or two on the other hand - were working at the virgin's slit and pussy.

"Gods, Kira!" Rilla gasped.

"Kiss," she demanded. "Suck his nipples. Let him suck yours."

Rilla lunged forward - in some kind of retribution - and latched onto my nipple - sucking hard. Her tongue did to mine what I had done to hers - and I lost my mind.

I pulled her face off of my teat, lifted her chin, and kissed her so hard that my lips and teeth hurt.

"The other!" Kira demanded.

I groaned as Rilla shoved away from my face and pounced on my other nipple - pushing me back a bit to get at it. At the same time Rilla's lips found my teat, Kira's mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. As if they had planned it, Rilla ran her tongue-tip around my nipple while Kira was doing the same thing around the ridge at the bottom of my cock-head.

I cried out as - instantly - I began cumming. Kira took me deeper into her mouth - wedging the nose of my penis into the entrance to her throat. She sucked and swallowed over and over again until she had drained me.

I pulled Rilla's face up and kissed her hungrily. She moaned into my mouth as cool air enveloped my cock and I looked down to see Kira sucking her pussy. She writhed and wriggled as the princess ate her out. Kira was teasing a thumb over the virgin's clitoris while sucking and tonguing her pussy. At the same time, I could see her other hand moving as well - thrusting at least one finger in and out of the girl's sex.

I moved my mouth to the 18-year-old's chest, latched onto a nipple, and sucked hard - pinching and pulling the other one.

"Fuck...!" Rilla gasped, her body convulsing hard - and then again.

Just as I switched nipples and sucked that one, she convulsed a third time, and then her body just began shaking.

"Fuck... Kira....! Gods damn it!"

Rilla grabbed my face in her hand and pulled my lips to hers. She threw a hand down and grabbed Kira's head and began thrusting her hips - fucking her pussy onto the princess' face. Kira moaned and I looked down to see that she was fingering herself. The mattress rippled with the waves of their shuddering as Rilla climaxed a second time and Kira's muffled scream signaled her own release. Rilla still had Kira's face pulled against her quivering cunny and I was surprised the princess could even breathe - never mind cry out.

We all just lay there for a few moments - catching our breaths - and then Kira crawled up our bodies. Her mesh bikini was disheveled. Her tits were hanging out of the top and the crotch of the panties was pulled to the side. It looked like her naughty fingers had been very busy in both places.

Kira pressed her lips to mine and I tasted Rilla's pussy on her lips and tongue. I squeezed her ass at the same time that the virgin ran a fingertip along the lips of her pussy - causing her to whimper. Kira kissed Rilla next and I suckled the nipple that was hanging close to my face.

"Be gentle with her," Kira told me.

She gave Rilla another quick peck.

"Let him take care of you, little princess," she told the young woman.

"Where are you going?" Rilla asked her.

"I'll sleep with the girls," she replied.

"You can't! It's your wedding night!" Rilla objected.

"I've had our husband all to myself several times," Kira told her. "Tonight is for you two."

Rilla threw her arms around Kira's neck and pulled her down for a long kiss. I watched their bodies grind against one another as they made out and suddenly my cock and balls were ready to go again.

I looked up to see the two of them eyeing me hungrily.

"Looks like he's ready for you, sister," Kira said.

"Please stay," Rilla whispered. "This is not right."

"This is exactly right and you will obey me or I will punish you," Kira told her - a serious look in her eyes.

"As you wish, highness," Rilla said, lowering her eyes.

Kira kissed her again.

"Enjoy it," Kira told her. "It is far more special between two. We'll have plenty of time to share him later."

"Thank you," Rilla told her. "I love you for doing this."

"I love you too, little sister," Kira replied. "It will fit. Just take your time."

Rilla's eyes flew to my rigid cock.

"It's so big," Rilla said worriedly.

"I've already warmed you up," Kira said. "That was part of my purpose. I'll let you in on a little secret though. Men's cocks are like rodents. They'll find a way to squeeze into any hole they want to get inside of."

"You're wicked!" Rilla gasped.

"There's more truth there than you think," Kira told her. "It will fit and it will fill you perfectly. Make him go slow the first time. You can let him ravish you the second and third times..."

"Three?!" Rilla gasped.

"At least...," Kira whispered, smirking.

The princess gave Rilla another kiss and then I got another as well. She crawled from the bed, gathered her things, and slipped out of the room - closing the door behind her.

Rilla looked over at me.

"How... does this work?" she asked.

I was pretty sure she knew the basics. I guessed that she was asking about our first time.

"I can mount you and we take it slow - or you can climb on top and control everything."

"Are you okay with me being on top?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, grinning. "That frees my hands and lips to tackle those perfect breasts."

"Nella's and Monika's are bigger," she said, watching my face.

"I haven't met a pair yet that I didn't think were perfect. Yours are especially perfect because they're part of you."

Rilla laughed and said, "That doesn't even make sense."

I shrugged and told her, "Whether you believe it or not, you're gorgeous. You just had a princess suck your pussy and - when I saw you at the ceremony - you looked like a goddess."

"You think so?"

"You forget that I've actually met the All-Father...," I told her. "No one is as handsome or beautiful as him - but you're far more gorgeous than you think you are."

I grabbed her hip and pulled her on top of me - not to hurry her - but just to get my lips onto hers.

We made out together for a bit and then she seemed to be ready to move on to the main event. At first, she tried just sliding lower - trying to rub the top of my cock along her vulva to get used to me - but (even as stiff as it was) it didn't give her the feeling that she wanted.

She finally grasped my cock in her hand, pulled it up so that it was trapped between us, and then eased her weight onto it. I tried not to giggle at her inexperienced struggles. She wanted my penis rubbing against her even more than I did. My hope was that - as soon as she got comfortable with that much - she'd be ready to have it inside. I could hardly wait.

Rilla slid up and down over my body. I had my legs pressed together - trying to encourage her to spread her thighs and ride me - but we were just rubbing against each other - like earthworms. She was adorably persistent and I loved the facial expressions she was making - so I just stayed quiet and caressed her.

She rubbed her clitty with my cock and started to relax a little. As soon as her thighs started to come open - and she got the bottom of my length rubbing up and down her anxious slit - she began to moan. I reached down and squeezed her tight little butt-cheeks.

Rilla was six or so years younger than me and her body had always been waif-like - mostly due to a lack of regular meals. She was beginning to add some weight but she was still just a thin whipcord of a girl. It was easy to pick her up and I was already thinking about the first time I would carry her to the wall to press her to it and bang the hell out of her.

Rilla moaned and spread her legs a little more. I caressed her thighs and squeezed her butt again - then I rubbed my hands over her back and shoulders. She gave me a hungry kiss and then focused on getting my penis where she wanted it again.

"Loki...," she complained.

I laughed softly and said, "Stop being afraid. It won't bite. Have you never rubbed your pussy on something hard until you came?"

She nibbled her bottom lip and gave me a guilty look. Fuck, she was such a hottie. I took her head in my hands and kissed her.

"Take as much time as you need, beautiful," I told her, "but there's better coming and you're still just dancing around outside of where the real party happens."

"Help me," she whined.

"Lace your fingers through mine and sit up," I told her.

To sit up, of course, her legs had to spread. Almost immediately, she was moaning and moving - sliding forward and backwards - her clitoris, vulva, and labia rubbing up and down my length. She took long strokes - making sure every part of me bumped and rubbed against every part of her.

"Oh... fuck...," she moaned. "Gods... yes..."

Her fingers gripped mine tighter and tighter as she lost her focus on all except the parts that she was working so hard to stimulate. I wanted to play with her tits or grab her ass but she had a death-grip on my fingers and it didn't look like she was planning to let go any time soon.

Forward and backward, forward and backward, moaning and cursing...

It finally happened - as I knew it would - in her exuberance to feel every contour of my cock, she slid forward far enough that the crown of my penis nuzzled into the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh...!" she gasped.

She stopped sliding and started writhing and wriggling. She had been loving the attention that her clit was getting but she had suddenly found something that she liked better. She rocked her hips and gyrated - and the feeling grew more and more delicious - for both of us.

"Fu... Father... help... me...," she moaned.

Her body trembled and a slick heat wetted the head of my penis and trickled down the sides of my cock to my belly. She slid forward and backwards once more - spreading her natural lube from the head of my penis to the root. I felt a little running towards my ball sack.

She immediately missed the feeling she wanted - though - and got her hungry little hole back to gobbling on my cock knob. Her slipping and sliding grew more focused. Back and forth - forward and then grinding it back... and... I was inside of her.

"Oh! Shit! Fuck! Oh..."

She popped it out and then popped it in again. I just about nutted. The feeling of getting forced into that tiny opening - and then being popped out - and then getting wedged back in again - it was nearly too much.

She rocked forward - onto her knees - raising herself up. I knew what was coming.

"Rilla...," I warned her.

My cock stood, she got the head back where she wanted it, and she dropped.

"Ugh...! Ow! Oh...!"

It was done.

A moment of pain twisted her face and then a look of determination and bliss won out. She sank lower and lower and her fingers squeezed mine tighter and tighter. We were both probably going to have sore fingers in the morning and not know why.

A few moments later, after she had sunk lower and lower - moaning and mewling the whole time - she was finally fully mounted on my cock - with her adorable little ass-crack sitting on my sack.

She looked down and rolled onto her knees again - watching my cock reappear as she pulled off of it.

"It... It all...?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

The crown appeared, she gave it a moment to begin to cool, and then she slowly sank down again - watching my penis distend her mons a bit as my cock filled her. She studied it until we were once again fully joined.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled.

"Husband," she said.

"Gorgeous wife," I replied.

She suddenly realized that she was squeezing the fuck out of my fingers and relaxed them.

"Sorry!" she apologized.

"Totally good," I told her. "You got it worked out - and then in again."

I grinned at my stupid pun. She grinned back. She released my hands and bent down to kiss me. I grabbed her ass and slid her off and then back onto my cock again.

"Fuck me, husband," she cooed, kissing me again.

I continued what I was doing until she began working to help me. Once she was ready, I rolled her onto her back.

"Yes...," she moaned. "Claim me..."

I looked down into her adoring face and I made slow, sweet love to my virgin bride. She came again - a small one - before I was really ready to make her scream. Once she was digging her heels into my ass and begging me to fill her, I notched up the speed. That first time, however, I did as Kira suggested.

"Husband...," she moaned.

"I'm about to cum, sweet wife," I told her.

"Yes... Make me yours," she begged.

"You're not already?"

"I am," she purred. "I was yours the moment our eyes met."

"You are so beautiful. I'm so glad you claimed me in front of all of those old ladies."

"I want you now even more than I did then. Make me fully yours, my handsome husband. Will you let me bear your child?"

"Ask the All-Father," I told her. "For tonight, however, I'm just going to flood your womb so that you'll know how beautiful I think you are."

"Yes, husband. Fill me with your virile seed..."

I kissed her tender lips and then moaned into her mouth as I told my balls to let go. My semen shot up my cock and began spurting into her. She gave a little whimper and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me harder and longer... and then trembled as she joined her climax with mine.

When I finished squirting my jizz inside of her, I kissed the joyful tears from her eyes.

I rolled to my back and pulled the covers over us. She laid her cheek on my chest and I rubbed my hands over her body - from her shoulders to her ass. As soon as her breathing settled, I let myself fall asleep.

We did not have sex three times that night - we slept the whole night through - holding each other in our arms. When we woke the next morning, she asked me to fuck her like Kira had suggested. That time, I pounded her poor pussy until I made her scream. Afterwards, we snuggled, cuddled, and kissed for a while and then I carried her to the shower.

~~~ End of Chapter 14 ~~~

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