Herald of Shalia 3, page 36
“I told her you’d be fine,” Cassia said. “It’s not like any of them were strong.”
“Right,” Frost smiled. “Just so you know there’s something else everybody in the village has to give me. I’m going to need a complete list of your abilities, classes, and prerequisites, the works.”
“That could take some time,” Cassia grinned. “Maybe after we finish planning the wedding. We need to keep our priorities straight.”
“Is it safe to come back?” a courtesan asked while peeking her head out for the basement.
“Yes,” Madam Gardenia said as the courtesans rushed back into the brothel. “Don’t worry. It’s not the first-time people have tried to attack the brothel. It’s really not the nicest part of the city.”
“Then why are you trying to charge me fifteen thousand rel for a building?” Brynn growled.
“We’ve moved past that already, remember?” Madam Gardenia smirked. “Now we’re discussing the property I want to buy in your territory.”
Frost sighed as everybody went back to celebrating as his wife and future mother-in-law planned his next wedding.
CHAPTER 28
Frost found himself looking out over a sea of confused faces as he stood at the wedding altar.
The Arachne’s wedding ceremony consisted of an Arachne Queen handing a male a clothing item crafted using her sensual fluids. As for the monsters, it seemed that the ceremonies varied greatly depending by the species. But none of them had ever experienced something as elaborate as the wedding that Cassia organized for her daughter.
The doting mother employed Frost’s other wives as event organizers and worked them to the point of exhaustion to ensure that her daughter had the most absurd wedding ever.
Lishri and the Arachne crafted tents even more elaborate than the ones she made for Brynn’s wedding and even constructed proper tables and chairs this time. Even the altar was more elaborate than before with an absurd twenty-foot backing crafted to hold flower arrangements.
Madam Gardenia and her courtesans were once again invited to act as help for the wedding and thanks to her new establishments going up in all of his villages, they didn’t have to travel as far this time.
The elf villagers were also excited, primarily because many of them had flings with the various courtesans at the previous wedding and sought to repeat the experience. Although Madam Gardenia’s male staff found themselves surprisingly ignored this time around.
A vast majority of the elves were singularly focused on making themselves the next woman to marry Frost. They didn’t have time for the Myrra and Durra laborers that Madam Gardenia brought with to assist in preparations.
“This is like a fairy tale,” a young centaur girl said as her mom chided her about speaking.
The clothing the monsters were wearing was a testament to Lishri’s unbelievable abilities. She crafted dresses and suits for every different species of monster attending the wedding and somehow managed to bring out their best traits.
The orc women’s form fitted gowns had openings to showcase their muscular abdomen and slits at their lower hip that showed off their thick muscular thighs. The centaur women looked almost like Egyptian goddesses in their loose-fitting transparent tunics with colorful brassieres beneath. Even the slime women had clothing. Since fabric frequently got oily then hardened Lishri took an alternative approach and utilized metallic fibers to craft a glittery fabric that simply got shinier as it was oiled.
The men’s outfits were all more simplistic but equally colorful. Several of them looked visibly uncomfortable in the bright feminine fabrics but after a few compliments they gradually loosened up.
There were naturally far fewer humans in attendance although Slade was unfortunately still present as Hestia’s date. Sir Adamus and Sir Isaac both traveled from Filan with a few knights who wanted to attend the wedding. Even a few villagers from Filan who never saw Pluma decided it would make for an interesting outing.
Priscilla, Commander Grey, and Lady Grey were all present as well although nobody from Priscilla’s village wished to attend, possibly due to the young governess’ threats to harm them should they so much as utter the words elf-fucker. Hansel sent his regards but understandably had no interest in attending Frost’s wedding.
Everything was perfect and all that was left was for Lysandra to come walking from the temple. Brynn insisted on serving as his best woman while Shael was selected as Lysandra’s.
The only real issue was how to deal with Ena and Cassia.
“You can either give me the book voluntarily, or I can make you,” Cassia hissed. “The ceremony must be officiated by a priestess of Shalia. I am the only other priestess in the village.”
“A cleric is close enough,” Ena said defensively. “And I’m not letting you officiate Lysandra’s wedding!”
“It’s my right!” Cassia growled.
“It’s weird!” Ena snapped back.
“There’s nothing weird about it,” Cassia said while stepping toward the defensive elf.
It seemed that both women had just assumed they’d be officiating the wedding and both wore their ceremonial robes. They were blinding white garments that were surprisingly form-fitting for religious attire.
“Cassia,” Frost chuckled and shook his head. “You can’t officiate the wedding. Ena’s right, it’ll be weird and it’s Lysandra’s day.”
“What are you so worried about?” Cassia asked defensively. “I’m the one who wrote the entire ceremony and there’s nothing weird about it.”
“It’s not the ceremony,” Brynn said. “It’s the consummation. You’re Lysandra’s mother and…”
“What’s the consummation have to do with anything?” Cassia asked confusedly. “It has nothing to do with the ceremony.”
“The witnessing,” Brynn said while shaking her head. “The bridesmaids, groomsmen, and priestess must witness the consummation.”
“What?” Cassia’s face turned bright red as she started vigorously shaking her head. “That’s absurd! Is that something Lysandra added? Let me see that book!”
“Huh?” Frost chuckled while glancing at Brynn who’s eyes were slowly filling with rage.
“What do you mean that’s something Lysandra added?” Brynn said through clenched teeth.
“Okay,” Cassia said as she flipped through the large golden tome with Ena. “So, ceremony and…nothing! See! I told you!”
“What are you talking about?” Ena said while pointing at a page. “It’s right there in the final list section.”
“What?” Cassia tapped the same spot. “It says the priestess as well a minimum of one witness must be present during the ceremony and the consummation should take place as soon as possible to ensure proper bonding.”
“Yes,” Ena nodded. “They must be present during the ceremony and the consummation.”
“No, no, no,” Cassia said pointing to the sentence. “I wrote that. It’s two separate things. They must be present during the ceremony. The consummation should take place as soon as possible. It’s all very straightforward.”
“Ohhh,” Ena said as she followed the sentence with her finger. “I see it now. Lysandra and I both read it differently.”
Frost could hear Brynn’s teeth grinding behind him. He glanced behind him to see the raven-haired bard’s face completely red and her eyes filled with a murderous rage.
“You’re telling me I didn’t need to have nearly ten people witness my first time?” Brynn practically whispered.
“Ten people?” Cassia’s jaw dropped and she lowered her voice. “Lady Brynn, you understand that you are allowed to say no to Herald Frost’s absurd demands, right? While I understand your desire to please him, a woman’s wedding night is a sacred thing and…”
“Be quiet,” Brynn said while fuming. “Just…be quiet…it’s done…”
“I’ll give you some Ayoyous,” Frost said as he stared at the broken bard. “Maybe take on a nice long three-day weekend somewhere. Just you and me?”
“I can’t believe this,” Brynn shook her head. “It was bad enough that it happened while the guests were still here but…”
“Why wouldn’t you wait until afterward?” Cassia said in disbelief. “Normally you wait until the evening to…”
“Well it says as soon as possible,” Ena said pointing to the text. “Technically it’s possible to make love on the altar itself so…”
“What is wrong with you?” Cassia shook her head. “As soon as possible is there because I recognized that sometimes people are sick or tired or just not in the mood. So as soon as possible might be that evening or maybe even the following week if they’re purging.”
“Oh,” Ena nodded at her newfound understanding. “That makes a lot of sense.”
“Are you saying you left the wedding to make love?” Cassia blushed. “Did people see you leave?”
“They announced it,” Brynn said while trembling.
Ena quietly handed Cassia the book so she could conduct the ceremony and rushed to a seat in the audience near Fayeth and Renna. A minute later both Renna and Fayeth burst out laughing. Renna quickly rushed off to tell Jasmine who had a similar reaction and then the two of them ran around to tell everybody else who expressed varying levels of amusement or sympathy depending.
Everybody on the altar stood silently except for Brynn who muttered to herself like some deranged psychopath. The words kill and murder were coming up regularly in her mutterings along with several profanities.
“Brynn,” Frost broke the silence as he smiled at his petite red-faced wife. “I wouldn’t trade our wedding for anything.”
“It should have been…”
“For anything,” Frost smirked. “You were the absolutely amazing.”
“But…”
“But nothing. I love you and I will never, ever, forget our amazing wedding night.” Frost said firmly. “It was perfect.”
Brynn’s crimson hue remained but the wrath behind her eyes and crazed muttering vanished. She forced a nervous smile and the music started playing. Everybody on the altar straightened up as assorted elf and Arachne children came rushing down the aisle with flowers. All of the women in attendance excitedly whispered and pointed as the adorable children ran around throwing flowers.
“Look,” Slakka whispered excitedly while nudging Chasa. “Look, look, look.”
“I see,” Chasa elbowed. “Now shh!”
The horde of Arachne children rushed over to Slakka as soon as they reached the end of the carpet while the elf children rushed to their respective parents. Everybody turned to stare at the long path to the altar as Lysandra appeared.
Her dress was the purest white he’d ever seen and it sparkled as the light bounced off of it. Frost wasn’t sure how Lishri managed the feat but the gown looked like it was woven from starlight itself. The top portion was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and covered in an astoundingly ornate design. Every single inch looked like it took hours to craft and the design itself made her waist appear narrower while accentuating her hips and chest.
Her hips in particular were the showstopper as the form fitted mermaid dress seemed to hug and lift everything. Frost found himself unconsciously gravitating back to her pelvis over and over again until he finally realized why. The stitching that he’d been admiring all but directed his eyes there. He had to make a conscious effort not to focus too long or else he’d find himself completely entranced.
The only other pieces to were a lace collar she wore made of the same blindingly white fabric as the dress and a pair of short lace fingerless gloves. As for her hair, she wore it naturally knowing full well that Frost loved her long gorgeous hair.
Frost found himself speechless as he assisted his stunning bride onto the alter. She smiled sweetly while questioning the presence of her mother with her eyes, as if to ask what the hell she was doing there. Frost smiled and indicated that she should just go with it while grabbing her waist.
“Thank you,” Cassia said as Lysandra wrapped her arms Frost’s neck. The amethyst-eyed prophet raised an eyebrow as she realized that Lysandra had added other things to the ceremony as well. “Shalia welcomes you as she welcomes all. She gives you her love. Even if you hate her, even if you are broken, even if the entire world wants you dead, she loves you.”
Cassia grumbled as she stared at what appeared to be a scribbled in addition in the manuscript.
“And there’s nothing you can do about it, so there!” Cassia finished as several of the audience members snickered.
“Herald Sebastian Frost,” Cassia said while staring at him. “Do you love this woman?”
“Yes,” Frost said without hesitation.
“Lysandra Mirastella Nivalis,” Cassia smiled at Lysandra. “Do you love this man?”
“Yes,” Lysandra said so quickly she nearly cut off Cassia.
“Then demonstrate your love and if it’s…” Cassia paused as Lysandra pulled Frost’s head down and practically shoved her tongue down his throat as the elves in the audience cheered excitedly. Cassia looked out at the screaming elves and confused monsters and tried to remember where she was at. “If it’s…um…if it’s sincere let your union be blessed!”
Lysandra’s quickly moved her hands from Frost’s neck to his chest until reaching his waist. She hooked her fingers in his belt and began tugging on it in the direction of the temple as she continued to kiss him.
“Okay,” Lysandra growled. “Let’s go you naughty husband.”
“Naughty?” Frost chuckled as she roughly tugged on his belt. “Why naughty?”
“Getting my mother to officiate?” Lysandra’s eyes widened as she stared at him. “Was this your plan all along my love? Or was it Lady Brynn’s idea since we have fewer witnesses?”
“It wasn’t me…” Brynn said as Lysandra roughly pulled on his belt.
“You misread it,” Frost chuckled. “The witnesses are only required now. You can have me all to yourself…”
“Goddess thank you!” Lysandra said pulling his belt even hard than before as if trying to move a boulder. “Now let’s go!”
“You’re also not required to leave immediately,” Frost laughed.
“I don’t care,” Lysandra said as Frost started following her. “We are either leaving or my mother and everybody else will be witnessing us on this altar.”
“Okay,” Frost laughed as he followed Lysandra back to the temple while the elves shouted uproariously. The monsters and Arachne clapped and cheered along but it was obvious they were a little confused about what was happening.
“Have fun consummating!” several elves cheered. Suddenly the monsters and Arachne were all caught up and blushing as the watched Lysandra paw at Frost like a starving animal.
Lysandra had Frost’s belt unbuckled before they even reached the temple and was staring to work through the buttons on his coat.
“Herald…oh,” a courtesan readying food for the guests grinned as she watched Lysandra drag him up the stairs. She glanced at the other courtesans preparing food and drinks and clapped her hands. “Looks like the ceremony’s over. Let’s get the food out!”
“It’s going to be a bit yet!” Stone yelled from the kitchen as a large Durra carried casks of wine out the back. “I expected more time!”
“Well hurry it up!” another courtesan shouted as the workers started rushing out the door.
“I can’t wait,” Lysandra growled while biting the bottom of Frost’s lip. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“You’re already my wife,” Frost laughed as they reached the top of the stairs. The sexy violet-eyed priestess dragged him into the room and slammed the door behind her. “There’s no rush…”
“I’m not your wife yet,” Lysandra said while practically ripping off his coat. She threw it at the dresser and began deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Not until we consummate it. Why are you still wearing your pants?”
“Right,” Frost smiled as he quickly removed his pants. The elf’s scandalous demeanor was a stark contrast to her elegant look as she yanked off his undershirt and threw it on the floor. She pushed him toward the bed while running her hands up and down his naked chest. “Lysandra…”
“I love you so much,” Lysandra said while kissing his chest. Her lips moving lower as she continued to push him. He felt the bed against the back of his legs and Lysandra shoved him onto the bed. The white-haired priestess quickly grabbed his boxers and ripped them off. She smiled excitedly as she admired his massive cock. “I promise to be a wonderful wife.”
“Lysandra,” Frost groaned as the elf took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the tip several times before pulling it out to kiss the sides. “You’re still in your dress…”
“I don’t care,” Lysandra said while on her knees. Her soft tongue slid along the shaft of his cock. “You make me as filthy as you want. I’m yours now, forever.”
“I love you,” Frost gasped as Lysandra’s wet tongue reached the tip and seamlessly took his cock all the way down her throat. The skilled elf moaned seductively as she started bobbing and twisting her head. She was relentless in her assault on his cock as he penetrated her slick throat. “Oh fuck, I love you so much.”
“Mmmff,” Lysandra groaned onto his cock while continually taking him to the base. She gently caressed his balls in her palm while bobbing and twisting her head. He loved the sensation of her silky gloves against his balls as she took him into her mouth. The beautiful elf’s saliva slowly dripped from his thick shaft as her throat squeezed his shaft. “Mmmmm.”
“You’re fucking amazing,” Frost panted as he stared at the beautiful elf on her knees, dutifully sucking his cock in her wedding dress. The way she aggressively shoved her head down on his cock sent chills up his spine as he felt himself slowly losing control.
“Mmhmhm,” Lysandra moaned while forcefully shoving her head down. She held herself at the base and slid her tongue back and forth against him as her throat squeezed. It felt like she was attempting to swallow him as the muscles in her throat rolled along his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave her something to swallow. “Mmm!”
