When both of them resurfaced from their perfect world, Elana realised Romoly was done talking. She reluctantly looked away from Moira’s sublime face, glancing around the hall.
The place was quiet, with just her sister growling while Cinthia held her down. Seeing the chance, Elana signalled to her trusty bodyguard to take away Mary. She trusted the red-hair would know to keep her sister chained down until Elana had time to deal with her.
Behind them, Romoly whispered. “They are waiting for a few words from the newlywed.”
Elana realised she and Moira had messed up the ceremony’s planned order. But it didn’t matter. She held her head high, overlooking her subjects.
They peered back in apprehension, confusion and acceptance. These people – the most influential and important this Kingdom had to offer had been suppressed by Elana’s and Moira’s presence.
While Elana considered her words, she realised Moira was more suitable for it. Her act came after Moira’s.
Moira understood it as well. She gave a blinding smile and gave a friendly wave. It did little to ease the tension but suited the Saintess perfectly.
“I am happy to soo so many great people gathered here to witness Elana’s and my union,” Moira squirmed until she simply leaned on her Knight. “Most importantly, our patron is also here.” She pointed at the imposing statue that loomed over the crowd.
The Goddess – kind and benevolent, smiled down on them. The statue had been brought here from one of the holiest temples and now shone with a holy light.
Elana hadn’t noticed that before. And she doubted Moira had either. Then again, she was the Saintess.
“As well as our other guest of honour.” Moira continued smiling, ignoring the way everyone but the selected few shuddered. “As you all have witnessed, there will be changes. The world around you is going to shift. But even if it may seem strange to you now, know that it is just another expression of love. Two girls. Two men. Multiple people at once…”
Moira moved into the boring part of the procession. The Saintess was announcing some of the changes the Kingdom would undergo under their rule.
This was a perfect chance – the Goddess’s divine presence ensured people would not object. Or at least not do it openly.
There was no need to shed the blood of her subjects when there was a willing target offering itself for Elana to enjoy.
Speaking of, Elana looked at the person chained at the feet of the Goddess’s statue. The man was struggling, trying to get away from the divine energy that burned his skin.
As it turned out, an enemy Saint didn’t handle an opposing higher entity’s energy well. It was curious how he squirmed and looked around in madness. Elana filed away this possible way of torture for the future.
Not for Ashton, tho. No. He was just part of the attractions they had prepared for their wedding. Romoly had questioned this choice, but Elana had insisted.
She believed a death would make an incredible impression on everyone gathered. It would instil fear and obedience in them – something Elana enjoyed immensely.
Moira was about to be done with the speech. Elana waited for the moment, knowing it meant another kiss.
As the Saintess’s last words echoed through the hall, Elana pulled her girl back into her arms. She pressed the tip of her nose against Moira’s, swaying as she did.
From above, more light came. A sublime presence resided over them, giving its blessing. Heavenly songs set the mood as Elana’s and Moira’s lips approached.
Elana felt everything around them becoming meaningless once again. She sank into Moira’s touch, merging their lives and souls together in a wordless promise. Her mind had never been so clear and resolute.
The universe seemed to affirm they were made for each other. Elana melted as her lips touched Moira’s.
Part of her heard Romoly’s announcement. They were now officially a wife and a wife.
But all that mattered to Elana was Moira. She continued to tenderly caress the Saintess… No. Her wife.
Moira was now Elana’s wife. And she was Moira’s.
The simple fact filled Elana with joy. Her mind was overcome with happiness, and she laughed again. The giggle caused their teeth to brush against each other, turning their kiss clumsy.
But all it did was cause Moira to giggle as well. They didn’t stop kissing, but now the kisses were short and scattered as they kissed each other faces, not caring for anything else but reaffirming their love.
It lasted for a while before Elana remembered the other thing she should do. She planted one last kiss before pulling away. “There is more of that latter,” She reminded.
“Oh, I know,” The Saintess stole another kiss. “But do your thing. It looks like fun.”
“Not as fun as kissing you.”
“Yet your grin is just as wide, just more sinister.” Moira pinched Elana’s side.
“Guilty as charged.” Elana escaped Moira’s hands, not wanting to earn more pinches. She hummed as she stepped closer to Ashton.
The gagged man didn’t even notice her approach. The divine light still scorched his skin, causing him to cry.
Elana basked in the attention. She knew the whole hall’s eyes were now on her. She raised her arm, forming an ice sword in it – much like the one she had used to rape the Saint’s ass. It was a rapier meant to pierce.
A whole speech was prepared for this execution. But Elana decided to forgo it. She lowered the tip of her sword and pressed it against Ashton’s cheek.
Only now did the man look up, his eyes filled with fear. He tried to scream, but the gag robbed him of his voice.
Elana grinned, letting the desperations settle in. She wanted everyone to wait for this death. She wanted them to watch. She wanted to make a show, but…
There were more important things waiting. Elana simply pushed the tip of her sword into Ashton’s eyesocket, quickly penetrating the man’s brain.
And with this death, Elana was ready to fuck. She left the sword where it was and spun around.
Moira understood. Flushed, she rushed towards Elana.
They met midway, with Elana catching her wife again. She lifted Moira and rushed out of the hall.
The long-awaited moment was here. They both would lose their virginities today.
