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There was a moment where Rayla was left alone one last time in her dressing chambers, a moment of grace for her to calm her nerves. And yet, the Moonshadow elf was no longer worried about the wedding nor the marriage. Callum was a certainty in her mind, a vibrant warmth always beside her. Instead, her thoughts turned to the thing she felt so little control over.
Her eyes fell upon her own reflection in the dressing room mirror, eying the stunning beauty in the scanty wedding dress. Despite her protesting to the seamstress, Rayla had picked it out herself. All to escape her own fears, to embrace herself. But if self-love was so instrumental to her happiness, what was she to say to the thing now staring back at her? The bloody reflection of a Moonshadow assassin morphing into her own self, coated in the blood of humans and elves alike? How did one embrace the beast that carved through so many? That was now tainted by dark magic, by Selca’s own passing?
Instead, the Moonshadow elf put her hand to the mirror.
She whispered, “All my life, I felt different… Wrong. And everything I feared came true. But even so, I’m lucky. So very lucky."
To the butcher, Rayla confessed, "I hated you so much… Like I hated me…”
The image had again morphed into the masked killer that butchered her fellow conspirators that fated night.
Rayla continued, “I feared myself the way I feared you. But now I’m just left feeling sad. Because your eyes were so dead… Just like mine…”
Tears trickled down her cheeks, over the tattoos that bled down her face.
“Now I see you were just afraid, steeling yourself from the pain. Confused about what was the right thing to do, desperately trying to protect something lest it slip away. I hope you’re out there and I hope you’re happy, just like Caineth. I hate you. But… Scars do not define us. And if I’m no monster than neither are you.”
The bloody assassin vanished and in its place was Rayla in her wedding dress. Just Rayla. Feeling naked less from the lack of fabric covering her bare shoulders and more from the lack of weaponry by her side. But that was okay. It was okay to be broken… To feel uneasy. To try your best. To improve a bit more every day and reach out for happiness whenever it came along. The memory of the elf butcher, the trauma ever lingering… None of those things would ever cease plaguing her. But at least, at the very least, Rayla would learn to stop hating herself for seeing it, for being a part of those memories…
“I don’t deserve this pain,” she whispered. “I… I am worthy of Prince Callum.”
Not much later, Rayla found herself standing out in the luscious grass of the castle grounds at the entrance of a grand tent. The elf felt a familiar set of arms embrace her. Runaan and Ethari smiled warmly down on her from her sides.
Hugging her dearly, Runaan said, “To think I’d lived to see these days renewed. I couldn’t be happier for you, Rayla.”
“Aye,” said Ethari, “You found yourself a life mate, Rayla. Seems we don’t have to worry about you anymore.”
Rayla winked before replying, “Oh, I’m sure Callum and I can get in plenty of trouble together… just to keep you on your toes.”
Her tone was playful, and she was met with Runaan letting out a deep sigh at her antics.
“Moon, this lass,” he practically muttered.
Even so, Rayla’s eyes fell down in serenity, and she said, “I can’t ever thank for you what you’ve done for me. Runaan. Ethari. I love you.”
As both men smiled at her, she saw Lain now approaching. Her smile grew even wider at seeing him, at knowing he would take her to the prince’s side. These Katoilan traditions were odd, it wasn’t as if she’d get lost on the way to the ceremony. Even so, it’d taste a lie to say she hated them. She just hoped the bundles of rose petals she’d used as fragrance did well to cover any scents from her tryst with Callum in the dressing room. Then again, there was always the possibility of her getting impregnated from the encounter… In the long run, a baby in her belly would prove more difficult to conceal.
The thought was as splendid as it was exhilarating for her, sending her cheeks all rosy and warm. In any case, Lain stood in front of her with a beckoning hand.
He said, “My little girl… Look at you.”
“Daddy,” she whispered lovingly, “I’m so glad you and Mom came back.”
“Aye,” he replied, “There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”
And with that, Lain began to escort her down a row of beautiful flower petals, a trail leading the bride towards her groom. Tiadrin was all tears as she stood in the crowd. But despite this, she offered Rayla a cheeky thumbs up. Her daughter had only rekindled things with her a short while ago, yet she swore she could hear Tiadrin mentally cheer “Way to go, Moonberry! Atta girl!” Rayla turned and gave her a cocky grin, mentally replying, “Damn straight. Bagged myself a hot prince.” Afar off, Ezran beamed near the front of the gathering, her little surrogate brother. The Moonshadow elf was an only child, yet just a year spent with Ezran had taught her what it means to have a sibling, to protect and cherish them. Beside the crowned prince, Rayla could see Soren flashing one of those cheeky grins she’d come to love. His hands were intertwined with Corvus’ own. Interesting… And on the other side of the crowd, she saw the Dark Mages gathered. Viren had an easy smile on his face while Claudia jumped up and down energetically, pointing at a tan male elf with leafy green hair standing beside her. Rayla’s sensitive ears were able to discern it as, “See. It’s him! It’s him! My boyfriend!”
The Earthblood elf Terry blushed at her words before letting out an uneasy grin, and saying, “You’re certainly worked up, sweetie.”
Rayla rolled her eyes with a chuckle at the sight. It was surprising to her how endearing they’d all become… Those she once saw as enemies… It seemed like a dream that the world could change, that Katolis could change and better itself. That perhaps dragon fire was not the end of all things. Even the castle had endured it… So too would she endure all things with Callum by her side.
At the front of the ceremony, she could see him now. Sure, Rayla already had seen him up personal naught but ten minutes ago… But even so, he was like a dream. Her pretty boy mage, her lowborn prince marrying a lowborn elf like her. Cool emerald eyes above a pearly white grin, a glimpse of the confidence he’d picked up in his maturity. And yet, knowing Callum, his composure was sure to shatter due to his ever-beautiful heart, so prone to swelling with fragile emotions. Just as it should.
Up ahead, King Harrow placed his sturdy hands supportively on Callum’s shoulders from behind. He whispered, “I’m proud to call you my son, Callum. The greatest gift your mother gave me was two incredible boys.”
The two princes’ eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a sappy expression.
Ezran beamed happily at his Father's words.
“Thanks, Dad,” said Callum. “Now just gotta keep it together a little longer.”
Ezran giggled and said, “You worry too much. Rayla looks like she’s having the time of her life.”
There was an elegance to the woman’s step, but it was clear she wasn’t interested in making the Moonshadow elves proud. In that very moment, Rayla wanted nothing more than to be herself in front of the gawking world. She chose wisely to strike a balance by following the necessary etiquette but not the stoic traditions, meaning proper poise but an eager expression upon her face. Little did she know, when Sarai had walked these steps long ago, she’d been even more of a mess. Fortunately, neither the King nor the prince were interested in marrying a well-behaved woman as much as a fiery vixen.
And it was indeed a fiery, hungry vixen that latched their eyes onto Callum, already gobbling him up. Rayla saw how he blushed back at her adoring gaze, and it made her want to tease him all the more. But even so, she found her heart pounding from a sudden nervousness as Opeli so calmly peered at her.
Opeli said, “Please face your partner.”
Callum and Rayla gazed directly into the other’s eyes.
The council woman now spoke, “Please present the rings and cuffs.”
As if understanding her words, little Stella slipped out from the crowd, with a fruit slice in hand, heading firmly down the carpet towards Callum and Rayla. Opeli appeared to be holding in a hard exhale at the sight of tradition being sullied by an easily distracted Cuddlemonkey. Even so, Stella clapped two of her forearms together, and created a star portal bathed in a magenta hue. The entire crowd gasped at the sight of such rare magic. The monkey pulled out a fabric bag from her treasure trove, and scurried forward, hastily shutting the magical doorway. Opeli was quickly scaled by her little paws, and the monkey dropped the bag in her hands. The cleric sighed as she unwound the twine of it and pried out two treasures from its depths. The first was a pair of gorgeous silver horn cuffs and the second was a silver ring of elegance.
She said, “Now… exchange the rings.”
The Moonshadow elf took Callum’s hand and gently withdrew his engagement ring from his fingers. Happily, she slid a much fancier ring over his index finger. She then bowed a bit to give Callum access to her purple horns. She felt his hand gently free the gilded metal from the spire, leaving the antler bare for but a moment. Opeli now handed Callum the pair of amethyst-embedded cuffs. The elf felt them slowly slip over her horns to perfectly sheath over the root of them. A lovely fit. Gazing up now, Rayla saw the prince hold out his hand to her. She smiled as she accepted the gesture. Rayla’s fingers latched onto his own, the first sign of their union.
Opeli now spoke, “An exchange of rings and of hearts is the Katolian way.”
Her words were accompanied by pleasant merrymaking. The bride and groom could hear the gentle strings of a woman in the back playing the harp while Corvus had settled down beside her with his cello.
The council woman continued, “And once exchanged, they are forever connected.”
She pulled out a string-thin red ribbon from the bag as well, meticulously tying it to one of Rayla’s horn cuffs. The other end she knotted around Callum’s own ring, momentarily slipping it off to do so. The bride and groom now found themselves connected by the ribbon.
“Fear not,” said Opeli as she drew out a silver dagger, “though this ribbon be cut, just as there shall be days you are apart, always your hearts are entwined. Even death will not part thee.”
And with that, the cleric gently slid the dagger through the ribbon and the thread of fate fell loose between them. Even so, their eyes remained interlocked in love.
Opeli now stepped to the side as a familiar Moonshadow headmistress made her appearance, and the Skymage Ibis stood nearby with a warm smile for his apprentice. Lujanne smiled warmly at the young couple as she held a silver pitcher in hand.
She said playfully, “My oh my. What a pair of eager love birds.”
The other woman looked ready to burst a blood vessel from Lujanne going off script.
“In any case,” said the elderly Moonshadow woman, “I was honored to be invited. I’ve attended many weddings, most of which were my own funnily enough. Anwho… I was honored to be asked to oversee the Moonshadow traditions of union as they are integrated with the ways of Katolis. In the Silvergrove, one bathes in the sacred waters of the Crescent Falls. In our caldera, we bathe in the waters of the Moon Nexus itself. Waters contained in this here vessel.”
She handed Rayla and Callum a pair of ornate towels to hang over their heads. They bowed now as she began to pour out the contents of the beautiful pitcher. A stream of water descended upon them that left one wondering if it was truly glowing or if it was a trick of the light. In any case, the pair of lovers, now damp, laughed together before slipping the soggy towels off their visages. Lujanne slipped away in that same moment, perhaps a subtle illusion spell in play, allowing the Katolian woman to oversee the remainder of the ceremony.
Opeli said, “You may now kiss.”
Callum leaned forward and brought his thumb beneath Rayla’s chin, gently guiding them together. His lips were soft but for all the tenderness, there was a bit of yearning in how he leaned into her. And once they parted, it was Rayla’s turn to offer her own kiss. The elf smiled and threw her arms around Callum, practically moaning as she kissed him deeply… Desperately… The High Mage blushed at the sheer lust of it and Opeli let out an audible sigh, deafened only by the crowd’s own gasps at the scandalous sight.
Harrow chuckled under his breath, knowing full well it was not the first time such a kiss had occurred in a royal Katolian wedding.
Ezran shouted, “Way to go, Callum!”
He threw himself into his brother’s arms now as Bait watched from beside him, panting happily. Rayla now embraced the young man from behind and they cradled him close. A shower of flower petals graced the love birds, carried over by a magical breeze sent from High Mage Ibis. The rain of blossoms began to stretch out, lightly showering the entire gathering.
It was done…
From now on and forever after, Rayla would be Callum’s wife and Callum would be her husband.
That night, a grand feast was held in the royal ballroom.
A mixture of Katolian foods and Silvergrove dishes were prepared for the special night, the offering of two cultures reminding the newlyweds of their time at the Coalescence. Platters of sausages, meat pies, chicken and turkey legs, roasted tubers, fried fish, cheesy flatbreads, salads, sweet rolls, and other treats were on one table, much of it prepared by Katolis’ royal chef, as well as their baker Barius. Ethari and various Silvergrove cooks were brought in to create a banquet for its sister table. This one contained a variety of delicious bread rolls filled with spinach, creamy soups, breaded potato dishes, stuffed mushrooms, roasted vegetable skewers, slices of fruits from the rarest corners of Xadia, and a variety of desserts utilizing Moonberries. To wash it all down, guests could drink a variety of meads, ales, beers, Moonberry wines, and juices.
Callum and Rayla were seated at a table with flower wreaths on their heads as they took in a serving of delicious Moonberry surprise. It was enough for the pair of them to let out harmonious moans of delight. Not a moment later, they felt Soren’s burly hands pull them in against him. Callum laughed at the sudden bear hug, not even caring his spoon had gone flying into his wine goblet. Rayla didn’t even seem mad, instead glaring at Soren but with a grin of approval.
Callum said, “You’ve got guts interrupting Rayla in the middle of Moonberry Surprise.”
“Oh shit,” said the knight. “I thought that was pudding.”
“I’ll forgive you just this once, big guy,” said Rayla, “But only because I’ve decided I love Callum more than Moonberry Surprise.”
“I’m honored,” said Callum with a mock bow of the head.
“I love you guys,” said Soren. “Have I mentioned that?”
“Perhaps but I don’t mind hearing it. Love you too, Soren,” said the Moonshadow elf.
Callum added, “Likewise, Soren. You’re my best friend too.”
“That’s right,” said Soren. “After all, I get to guard you on your honeymoon. Just um… Leave a sock on the door if you dont’s want me to-”
Rayla covered his lips with a single finger and said, “I’ve got a wedding ceremony to worry about first. That comes later.”
“Oh? Ohhhh,” said the blond before grinning. “Can’t wait to see this dance by the way. It's hilarious it's not being held in the ballroom.”
Rayla said, “Oh, it’s a nice ballroom but better for human dances. For Moonshadow dances, outdoorsy atmosphere is everything.”
Soren nodded approvingly.
He said, "Can't wait. Well, I’ll get out of your hair for now. Enjoy."
“See you, big buy,” said the elf. “Thanks for everything. Really.”
Callum then added, “Same from me, Soren. You saved Ezran. You’re the finest knight I could ask for.”
“Yeah. The very finest,” Rayla added.
Rayla and Callum’s warm gaze made him blink in surprise before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. How unusual for a man who adored praise and attention. Then again, Soren was full of surprises.
As dusk fell upon Katolis, the majority of the guests had departed. However, the immediate families were invited to return to the royal garden where the soft grass had been decorated with grand torches. Small blue crystals were placed in each torch and then with a whisper of magic, they glowed with a white flame. Hanging from poles further in the background were paper lanterns, and Moonshadow elves slipped in handfuls of Xadian lightning bugs into each, the fireflies glowing and shifting colours to match every found in the rainbow. Now, a ring had been formed from the light of the torches, and an outer ring from the faint illumination of the ever-colorful lanterns. The elven harp player from the wedding ceremony was seated on a bench as she elegantly began to play a tune. This time, elves on drums accompanied her, albeit leaving her to manage the melody for the time being. The music started elegantly enough but it would not remain gentle forever.
Beautiful male and female Moonshadow dancers began to spin about, wrist upon wrist, dancing in a perfect circle. It reminded Callum of the dance at the Coalescence, the night when Rayla had been guided to him by a whisp. He was relieved it was not a full moon lest his beautiful bride be hidden from sight. Instead, he watched as his wife spun on her toes, hands poised above her head, a picture of perfection and grace.
Callum, however, was learned at this point and slipped into the fray. He’d been studying Moonshadow and Silvergrove dances the last several months. As such, he danced beside her, their wrists pressing against the other as they spun about in perfect harmony.
In time, the drums began to beat and wild flutes joined the fray. Rayla’s choice in apparel made more sense than ever. Not only was it gaudy as she’d wished, but it would allow her to dance more freely than a restraining wedding gown with a cumbersome train. Instead, she bustling with movement, light as a feather as her bare feet seemed to hardly touch the ground before springing upward again. She spun around with long ribbons tied to her wrist to fully complete the beauty of the dance routine. This was a passionate Silvergrove dance done between life mates in their first union. Her long white hair whipped about, and each time she pirouetted so visciously, the white flames of the moon crystal torches trailed after her. She now took the handsome prince by the hand and so he joined her, grabbing her by the wrist as they pulled back, spines arching elegantly. He drew her in fast and she ducked beneath his arm and spun around his back. He turned now to meet her, a picture of grace much like herself. The handsome prince’s long hair had fallen in his face and he’d never looked more handsome to her. Callum kept in sync with her somehow, despite the constant allure to stop and stare at how high her dress flew about, revealing the entirety of her legs. He hoped dearly she’d put on undergarments since their dressing room encounter. Thank goodness, the cover of darkness was to their advantage.
As for Rayla, keeping her eyes off the sight of Callum’s good looks was no easy endeavor. The way his chest heaved in his tight form-fitting vest, and those scandalously bare arms of his adorned in sky arcanum tattoos flexing to reveal toned muscle as he twisted them in the air… It was a fight for the elven princess to contain herself.
Princess…
I’m a Katolian princess… And I’m married to a prince! And to my best friend! I can’t believe I get to marry my best friend!
Rayla wondered if it was strange that she was more excited about wedding her closest friend than marrying a prince. As the dance began to die down, the lovers halted their fiery bout of combat and gazed the other in the face, lips a mere half an inch from their partner’s. Sweat dripped down their chins, and a fever overtook them. Callum kissed her deep now, and worse, was unable to resist sliding a hand dangerously high up her bare thigh. Fortunately, the evening darkness continued to make his advances trickier to see to the onlookers. King Harrow, Ezran, Soren, Corvus, Claudia, Runaan, Ethari, Lain, Tiadrin, and a host of Caldera elves watched in awe at the sight of them. Just as Rayla was married into Katolian royalty, the first of her kind to be so… So was Callum now fully married into the Moonshadow elves, the first Katolian to do so in centuries…
There was a lull after the cheering crowd went silent, where the prince desperately needed to see Ezran one last time that day. Soon he’d be in Rayla’s arms for the rest of the night so this was his last chance to say what needed to be said to the little brother who had stood by him since the very start. His first friend.
“Congratulations,” said Prince Ezran to the out-of-breath sibling of his, their silhouettes aglow from the gentle illumination of blue torches.
“Thanks Ezran. You… You knew from the beginning it’d be her, didn’t you?”
“I had a feeling… I’m glad to be right.”
The High Mage said, “Thanks for supporting me, Ezran. You… I love you.”
“Love you too, Callum.”
“And… I’m not going anywhere just because I’m married. I’ve… I’ve always wanted to help you with the throne.”
Ezran’s blue eyes widened at his words, and he seemed to almost be holding back tears.
He replied, “Thanks. I’ll be happy to have you as my own High Mage, Callum. And I’m glad. I can’t do this on my own. I’d miss you too much.”
And with that, the brothers hugged.
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Before Rayla knew it, she was being carried away through the darkness to Callum’s bed chambers. She blushed furiously knowing she was probably flashing half the castle with how much of her thighs were exposed at such an angle but no matter. Her heart was too busy throbbing as if about to burst out of her chest, as if it were the first time she were sleeping with the prince. In any case, this would be the first time they did so as husband and wife, consecrating their matrimony in the most intimate of ways.
There was a hard slam as Callum brutally kicked the royal bedroom door shut. The weightless elf hummed in approval as her mate overlooked the bed for a moment. He gently laid his bride to rest on a soft lacey sheets. Rayla giggled as she gazed up at Callum. She saw him draw out a rune and send a nearby lantern aglow with moonlight. How useful…
“Marrying a mage has its uses,” she remarked.
“Oh? So, I’m just an arcanum to you,” he teased.
“Dummy…” the elf said playfully, “You’re everything to me.”
“Rayla, I’m so happy… So happy right now that I have you. That you’re all mine. That I really get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The elf smiled and said, “It’s like a dream. No, it’s so much better. I can touch you…”
The elf slid a loving hand over her husband as he leaned over her on the bed, fingers wandering about his frame to find firm pectoral muscles.
“I don’t need to be scared I’ll wake up,” said Rayla.
The High Mage leaned down further to kiss her on the lips. Needlingly, they sought out the others’ mouth again and again, each kiss as hungry as the last. Their tongues danced and wrestled for control, and their hands were raking about to feel the other’s form. Callum’s hands wandered over her hourglass figure while the elf enjoyed the slim taut arms of the prince. Her small hands were utterly enveloped and dominated by his far larger ones, masculine fingers that so easily pinned her down and wandered up and down her thigh.
She gazed up as Callum began to slide down one of her stockings, reveling in the sight of her smooth bare leg. Immediately, the elf was met with his wet lips and tongue, tasting the curve of her leg. Wanting more, he began to slide off her lacey string-thin panties, tossing them into the dark void of the room. Swiftly, Callum resumed his handiwork, and his lips peppered kisses over her inner thigh, enjoying the softness of it. He hung Rayla’s legs over his shoulders as he lifted her up a few inches off the bed from the waist. Callum’s mouth was now sucking hungrily on her asscheek before he moved up to his next target of lust. Rayla panted as his tongue flickered over her pussy, tasting her juices. Her clitoris was being spoiled so perfectly. Needing more, he buried his tongue inside her depths, drinking her out. Rayla’s back arched from these her pleasure. The High Mage now released her.
Rayla said, “I want your dick in my mouth. Lay on your back.”
Obediently, Callum did as she asked. His handsome face found itself being smothered by her supple ass cheeks as she began to gyrate her hips. She was smearing her wet pussy over him, and his lips and tongue began to lap at her hungrily. The elf bit gently down on one of her fingers as her back curved elegantly.
“Mmnn. Fuck,” she cursed.
No man had ever pleasured her quite like Callum. She decided to get even now, or rather that was the excuse she used to do what she’d been itching to do since they parted ways in the dressing room… And so, the Moonshadow harlot rested her stomach on his torso as he ate her out, giving her a front row seat to his throbbing boner poking at her nose, and the mouthwatering sight of his testicles ripe for tasting. She began slurping all over his rock-hard cock. Her tongue slid desperately up one of the pulsating veins of his shaft, gliding over the curve of his glans. She moaned happily as she did what came naturally to her and took the plump mushroom tip into her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily for a moment, before letting her tongue wash it clean. She could taste her husband’s salty precum.
Cum…
Cock…
Callum’s hard cock…
Rayla’s appetite had consumed her entirely. The need for her addiction to be satiated was all encompassing, and the Moonshadow elf proudly transformed into a cock-hungry predator, more dangerous than ever, more beautiful than Callum could fathom. The succubus twisted her neck so that her lips wrapped around the side of his girthy shaft.
“R-Rayla…”
She heard his loving voice as she let him up for air from behind. The High Mage moaned as she suffocated him so delightfully. His hands were playing with her luscious cheeks, spanking them, leaving his handprint on each. He couldn’t get enough of her round ass. The only thing he loved more than worshipping Rayla’s butt was pounding it relentlessly and filling it with his hot seed. Which was the next order of business.
The Moonshadow elf bit onto a goose feather pillow as the High Mage rammed into her hard, his thick cock stretching out her inner folds. The elf grit her teeth as her entire body trembled, feeling such a hard shaft lodged deep inside her, with no intention of leaving. His fingers burrowed on her sweaty flesh as he started to move.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
“Mmmnh fuck!” said Rayla, tongue hanging out as she was fucked silly by the man she loved. Her entire ass jiggled so mesmerizingly as Callum’s hips and balls slammed into it repeatedly. He couldn’t help but start spanking her. He knew she enjoyed it rough, enjoyed the pain and pleasure. So, when he took her by the horns from behind, Rayla was positively ecstatic, her thighs soaked from arousal as she arched her back from the overwhelming pleasure. The prince had used her horns to force her to take in his penis by the hilt, stuffing her pussy like a sword placed back into its scabbard. She could hear the clap of his balls sending her ass rippling.
At this rate… Her elixir would really be undone, and her wedding night would be when Rayla was impregnated, where she conceived their half-elf child.
Callum said, “Fuck… You’re so beautiful. I can’t stop moving my hips, Rayla. You feel so good. Gods…”
“Oooh,” said the Rayla as she was rammed from behind. “Your cock is incredible, Mage!”
“I don’t think I can last, Rayla. Fuck.”
Blushing, she retorted, “It’s too late to escape now, Callum. You already married a cock hungry elf so your testicles are as good as milked dry. You’re mine.”
“Mmmn. Yes. I’m all yours, Rayla.”
The elf grinned wickedly as her combatant succumbed to the mutual pleasure. She sent back an assault of her own, gyrating her hips in a circular motion to make his cock scrape against her insides. Her ass jiggled as she sent his dick twisting about. Rayla increased the pressure by slamming her pelvis backwards to meet the power of his own thrusts. The result was immediate. Callum grit his teeth and moaned as he fired a hot load of sticky cum into her womb.
“Fuck…” said the High Mage as he pulled out and collapsed back onto the bed, bare chest glistening from sweating so hard.
The elf however spat on her hands and began to pump his flaccid penis. She then turned around and began to shake her butt on his cock again, rubbing it and humping it until his dick was flowing with blood. Callum grit his teeth, body already spent from having sex with her twice today. And yet his dick was rearing to go…
“You’re too sexy, Rayla.”
“Says my hot stud of a husband.”
Rayla sat herself down hardon his cock and began to ride him. She grit her teeth as she nearly came from the sheer force of impaling herself on Callum’s sword. Again, she twisted her waist around in a circular motion. Her lecherous hands now trailed up his chest. She pressed her form up against him, her tits sliding forward now back and forth on his flat stomach. Her nipples dragged along his frame as she did. The Moonshadow elf climbed higher and let her tongue tasted a nipple. The other she gently rubbed with her index finger.
Callum said “Two can play at that.”
“Oooh,” said Rayla as Callum’s calloused hands seized her tits. He began to squeeze them before letting a finger press against the nubs. Hardly satisfied, he pinched and tugged gently on them with two fingers. The elf moaned, still shaky from her own approaching orgasm. She pulled Callum up against her now and clung to him, hands wrapping around his back as she moaned in his ear. She’d splashed out all over the bed and her husband’s waist. She saw her timid prince now offer a wicked grin of pride from making her melt.
“Mmmnn. Rayla, want me to do it in the other hole?”
“Ooh. Fuck yes.”
Grabbing a nearby jar of oil, Callum began to lubricate his twitching cock. The cool liquid would make things a bit easier for them both. As for Rayla, she was bent over the bed, shaking her ass playfully at him. As he drew near, she spread her cheeks for him, giving him a full view of both her pussy and asshole, two places always begging to have a dick keeping them company. The prince savored the sight, along with the realization of her torn up stockings, shredded from his inability to hold back from having his way with her. Callum gave a shockingly hungry grin at the sight before he swatted her ass. As Rayla grit her teeth from the sting and pleasure, she let out a ragged moan upon feeling the tip of his dick starting to breach her upper entrance. Her ass was being stretched wide by an invading cock. Inch after inch slid into her as her elastic asshole wrapped tightly around Callum.
“Does it hurt?” asked the High Mage, not daring to move his hips until he was certain.
“Oooh,” answered the Moonshadow elf, back arching a bit as her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.
Oh? Seems your ass is your weak spot. Shall I pull it out?” asked Callum wickedly.
“Fuck no… Deeper. Deeper,” she moaned out, head twisting behind her to flash him her razor-sharp fangs. Her violet eyes seemed to glow as her carnal fever overtook her, animalistic like a pouncing feline.
Callum said to his wife, “As you wish… Princess Rayla.”
His hips moved now as they began to collide with her backside. His sweaty chest was now sprawled over her as he began to suck on her long knife-like ear. Rayla let out another “Oooh” of approval as she was thoroughly spoiled by Callum’s cock. And by the rest of him really. His skillful fingers and tongue groped and tasted her… Satisfying her every hole. Her every need…. Her endless hunger for sex and seed was being curbed by the man she loved. No other dick would do but his!
Rayla began to play with her clit now as her ass was fucked repeatedly by her husband.
“Fuck… Rayla, here it comes.”
“Oooh… Fill me with your love, Callum!”
“Your wish is my command,” he teased at his blushing bride.
To her shock, Rayla found his arms lifting her up below the leg, carrying her to the side of the bed so she was dangling in the air. The entire time his dick remained buried in her. The Moonshadow elf screamed as the prince lifted her up and brought her down on his cock, just like in the dressing room. Her toes curled as he continuously bucked upwards, spearing her good and hard. Rayla felt his seed seeping within her, spilling out down her legs. Her own orgasm mixed with his fluids, her wines with his bubbling cum. Rayla twisted her neck now to kiss her man lovingly upon the lips.
At last, their tender ending to a night of steamy wedding night sex came to an end. And even their lips eventually had to part ways. The young lovers fell naked upon the bed, bodies utterly explored and satisfied. Their limbs tangled together happily as Rayla sunk into Callum’s chest. The elf moaned as she felt her gaping holes still pouring out fresh sperm… No doubt the stone walls of his chambers wouldn’t be thick enough to keep out the sound of her moans, of Callum dicking her down her relentlessly. But she couldn’t care less…
Let them know….
The royal bodyguard had once again romanced and bedded the charming prince of Katolis. And the man she was proud to call her best friend.
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The cold of night seeped in as Rayla awoke from one of her terrors. She felt an all too familiar sensation of cold sweat upon her, hair and bed sheets sticking to her clammy flesh. There was a moment of sadness as Rayla realized even her wedding night would not save her from such afflictions. However, she now found solace in seeing Callum lying there peacefully beside her. His handsome face looked so peaceful, long hair fanning out over his pillow. He stirred naught but a moment later, emerging from what gentle dreams so graced him. The Moonshadow elf felt her elevated heartrate soothed as his hand lovingly cradled her cheek. Happily, Rayla slid her own hand over his, gently turning it so his knuckle was exposed to her lips. And lovingly, she laid a kiss of adoration upon it, an act of both chivalry and romance.
“You alright, Rayla?” asked Callum sleepily. Even so, his tone was laced in concern. In love. Since the day she met him, there was never a moment where she’d known anything but his kindness…
“Yes,” she answered. “I know…I know you’ll always save me. And I’ll save you, my prince. It’s all so easy when you’re by my side.”
The elf pressed her forehead against his own and Callum shut his eyes. Their breathing became steady, as if sharing the same lungs. Opening her amethyst eyes, the Moonshadow elf tilted her head to press her lips to his own. And with that, she slipped back into sleep beside him, cheek on his side and hand happily against his chest. Her favorite spot in the whole world…
“Goodnight,” whispered Callum as Rayla softly breathed in her sleep. The green of his eyes were swimming in affection.
He whispered, “Thank you, Rayla, for changing my world. I’ll see you at first light.”
The End