Greed God chapter 156

March 29th 2016 Gemworld 4:00 PM EDT

I  got most of my clothes off before my fuck fest with Mordiel got too  messy. I ended up having to bathe again after. As she left, she gave me a  possessive kiss and nipped at my ear roughly. I'd played with her  desires with Eros and Psyche, but mostly just to make her orgasm harder  than normal. One shot hadn't been enough despite my assurances the job  was done (I hadn't tried that hard to convince her) and I spent the next  hour or so making that hungry milf bitch walk bowlegged, C-rank or not.  I was lucky my bloodline had given me stamina, because that had been a  marathon, not a sprint.

Here I was though, washed,  cleaned, and semi exhausted from the most brutal hardcore fuck of my  life. Now all I had to do was survive my fucking wedding. No one knew  what had happened, obviously, and I wasn't really nervous or ashamed.  But it was still kind of a big deal, and I could acknowledge that. I was  standing in the receiving room at the entrance to the massive hall we  had requisitioned for the wedding ceremony, and all this waiting was  making even me a little fidgety.

I had to admit Graciel  had gone all out for the wedding ceremony. The banquet hall was easily  two hundred feet straight up, and carved from solid Amethyst. The  gemstone used was a dark purple, almost closer to a violet, but strewn  throughout the walls and vaulted ceilings were brightly shining  pinpoints of light that must have been magically enhanced Amethysts of a  lighter color, giving the whole place the appearance of a purple  galaxy.

The lights strobed softly, causing a constant  shifting glow of purple auroras to roll over the hall as the shine was  warped by the surrounding gemstone. Despite all being in shades of  purple, it ran the gamut from lavender to nearly blue, and the spectrum  allowed the whole location to look almost like it had a full range of  color, only in a slightly shifting spectrum of purple. The chairs were  all silver with purple velvet cushions, and they were set along a violet  crushed velvet carpet that was lined with white candles in silver  sconces with purple flames licking from the wicks.

I would  have expected it to be overwhelming to look at, but they knew their  shit, adding the exact number of accents or offsets in the form of the  silver and the occasional bit of black or blue, to offset the purple  before it became cloying. All the magic and the nearly mindblowing  beauty and splendor probably didn't hurt. Finally, I heard a sharp  throat clearing from one of the ushers and was gestured into the hall  itself. I followed him down the aisle, ignoring the people in the seats,  until I finally reached the dais at the end.

On the dais  was a trio of chairs. In the largest was Graciel, the ruler commanding  the highest respect. The one on the left was empty, since that was  Amy's, and on the right was Mordiel. As I locked eyes with the Duchess,  she laid a hand over her stomach and gave me a pout that I chose to  ignore, despite having to control the erection that threatened to pop up  at the worst possible time. I focused on Graciel, who was looking down  at me with a conflicted expression.

"Nicholas Lord." She  said, her voice booming through the hall despite the softness of her  tone. "I welcome you today to the heart of our power. You have been  invited into our palace so that we might bear witness to your wedding to  our dearest daughter." She sighed, her eyes losing focus a bit as her  royal mask slipped. "She was gone from our side for so long, I am loathe  to lose her again. But she has chosen you, and you seem to make her  happy. Will you take care of our greatest treasure, little dragon?"

Oddly  enough, I...almost felt for her. Not the sentiment exactly, but the  worry of a possessor who wishes to protect his treasure. The fear of a  dragon losing part of his hoard. I softened my gaze just a bit, and said  with the most sincerity I could manage. "I am many things, your  highness. I am greedy, and selfish, but so are most dragons. What I am  not, is careless. I protect what's mine. You can be assured entrusting  Amaya to me. No one takes what belongs to Nicholas Lord."

It  wasn't sentimental or emotional, despite how it might have sounded to  some, but it WAS meant to comfort. The truth can hurt people badly if  used in the right way, but it can also be a shield. Knowing how to find  other people's weak spots means knowing where they are, and how to cover  them. Graciel seemed to know I meant it too, because she closed her  eyes with an exhalation of breath and nodded solemnly. For a second I  almost felt bad that I'd just knocked up her sister so she could depose  her, but then I remembered all the bullshit she'd pulled and thought  better of it. If she didn't want to get burned she should have stayed  out of the kitchen.

Besides, Mordiel wouldn't kill her. My  most recent baby mama wanted to be in charge so bad it hurt, but she  wouldn't enjoy it without having her sister there to rub it in her face.  She might semi-hate Graciel, but she loved her to, and it wasn't lost  on the Duchess that Graciel could have killed her years ago to remove an  obstacle. They fought plenty but they were still sisters. Amy's mom  wasn't going to be in danger of anything besides a whole lot of  homoerotic hazing from a sister she probably could have just hatefucked  into submission years ago if she'd bothered to try. Royals, right?

With  that declaration, a hush ran through the crowd as the doors at the far  end of the hall opened slowly with a creak. As they did, music began to  play on an organ. Despite the similar ritual, I didn't recognize the  tune at all. It was kind of slow and mournful, and I had to admit it was  way more bearable than 'here comes the bride' (I knew the song was  actually the Bridal Chorus from Lohengrin by Wagner but no one bothered  calling it that). Through the open doors walked Amy, followed by a  procession of bridesmaids carrying the absurdly long train of her dress.

I  saw Barbie, Cherry, Zee, even Strega, all in there. Even Sally was up  there with them. It made me smile a bit that Amy was trying so hard to  include all the girls, even if she didn't know exactly how 'included' in  our life together some of them were going to be. Emerald, as the maid  of honor, was right behind her, and I swear I saw Barbie pinch her once  to force her to focus so the drooling stalker didn't trip over her feet  and send the whole procession stumbling over each other down the aisle.

As  she drew closer, the shining purple aurora glimmered off Amy and my  breath caught. She looked...perfect. The curves, the lines, the shine of  Amethyst gemstones in gold settings plating off her smooth, delicate  skin. She looked like the most flawless statue I'd ever seen, and I  wanted to lock her in a fucking glass box on my desk so I could just  stare at her like this every fucking day. This was MINE. She was  flawless, and she belonged to me. I felt a possessive hunger roar to  life in me, to have her right now, and I had to clamp down on it to stop  myself from tearing the dress off and fucking her in the aisle.

She  walked toward me, and my eyesight narrowed to only her. I'd always  thought that old wedding cliche where the bride is the only thing the  groom could see was stupid and played out, but if this was what they  were feeling I got it. She was the loveliest thing I'd ever owned, and  she was being gifted to me in front of so many witnesses who would know  that she would be mine forever. That she was MY treasure.

Of  course, I was pretty sure that wasn't exactly what most grooms were  thinking consciously, but that shit was mixed in there somehwere, even  if they were in denial about it. Still, despite the possessiveness and  hunger, I also felt something...odd. Nothing as soft as love or  affection, but something more akin to it than I was used to. Pride. She  was glorious, and I was proud that everyone would know she was mine.

Her  eyes were locked onto mine like a tractor beam, completely frozen as  she walked, and I saw in their depths all the emotions that I knew she  expected me to be feeling. Love, affection, longing. I did my best to  reflect that back at her, to give her the adoration she wanted on her  wedding day, because I did care about her, at least a bit, and I could  admit to myself even in the privacy of my own head for this one moment  that as long as it wasn't a pain in my ass I was willing to put myself  out a BIT to make my girls happy. Even if the thought made me want to  cringe at how soft I was getting.

When she reached me, I  took her hands and helped her up onto the dais, which was less symbolic  than one would think because that fucking dress was basically a wearable  safety hazard. She gazed up at me enraptured as I pulled her against  me, and the light blush on her cheeks made me want to rip the delicately  bejeweled corset of her dress right off her. Despite how absurd and  exaggerated the train was, the top half was snug and appealing, lifting  and pushing out her sweet little tits and exposing her shoulders and  upper arms down to where her purple velvet gloves met her elbows.

She  was wearing a tiara that veil hung from, platinum set with amethysts,  and her smile was so wide it almost outshone them. She was about to  speak when Graciel cut her off. "Now that we have gathered." Said the  Princess to get us back on track. "I shall read from the royal  scriptures, and the two of you will take your oaths to each other and  Amaya, you will forsake your oaths to house Amethyst and take your new  oaths to house Lord. Are the two of you prepared for this?"

I  nodded, and then proceeded to mostly tune out literally everything said  for the next half hour. There were a LOT of oaths to take, but I wasn't  worried. The Brand would supersede them, and they were mostly about  protecting and caring for her, which I was going to do anyway.  Suspiciously nothing about fidelity, which made me think that plenty of  the Amethyst kings and queens had large groups of women at their beck  and call like me. I was a bit surprised about the whole 'forsake your  oaths to Amethyst' thing, but it was symbolic anyway. It wasn't like she  would stop caring.

Finally we got to my part, I made the  promises I was asked to make, and was open to keeping like sixty percent  of them. She made me make a bunch of oath, and finally it was time for  the part that would make my day. "With these vows made before the nation  of your birth, do you agree that the two of you will be bound in  marriage for eternity, to belong to one another even after death?"

Amy's  eyes were shining with joy and affection as she choked out the two  words that would make her mine. As I said "I do." I felt the brand  forming on her inner thigh. She seemed to notice something, but before  she could question it I leaned down and yanked her against me in a  searing kiss to distract her. The bridesmaids disconnected the train  (neat feature) and I swept her up into a princess carry, sending a  message to Emerald to meet us up in the bridal suite. The mushy  emotional shit was over, now for the fun part. Princess three way. Man, I  was going to miss Gemworld when we went home. The coolest stuff  happened to me here.