Greed God chapter 154

March 29th 2016 Gemworld 1:00 PM EDT

It  was time. Today was the day of my wedding. The entire process had been  both far too long and oddly short, seeming to take forever while it was  happening and being gone much too quickly. Thinking about all this, I  was almost oddly anticipatory about the ceremony. Not for any of the  reasons a normal groom would be, I didn't think, but for other reasons I  hadn't really considered before.

Amy was about to be  MINE. Not like the girls I branded, or even the ones I bred. Amy was  going to be mine in a whole new way, a new possession I'd never had  before. I'd had women, had whores, had even impregnated a few of them,  but I had never had a wife. What would it be like to have a wife, I  wondered? Branding was great, but it was a completely involuntary thing  aside from the actual process of surrender. Amy was letting me take  possession of her forever without even needing the mark. She'd be  getting it anyway, but still, the idea that she was willing to belong to  me like that was...intoxicating.

I stared at myself in  the mirror, checking over my formal court clothes. With the aesthetic  here, a suit was out, so I'd be getting married in a deep purple velvet  noble's outfit with gold trim. It was surprisingly tasteful for being so  garishly colored, and it looked pretty regal. I would probably keep it.  The gold and purple worked well with my green dragon aspects, giving  off a pretty interesting mardi gras vibe. It would be a great costume  when I got back, I'd just have to upgrade the set a few times.

The  door clicked closed behind me and I turned to see Barbie entering. I  gave her a wide smile. "Here to wish me luck on my big day? Or are you  feeling a little left out? I'd be happy to pay you some attention, but  you're going to need to swallow." I shot her a wink and I saw her pupils  dilate a bit in arousal, but her face didn't show any of it, remaining  stoic and a little melancholy.

She looked me over with a  sigh. "You know, I almost feel bad for her. As much as I wish I was in  her place, knowing that you lack the ability to care about us as  anything but holes to fuck kind of takes the shine off the apple so to  speak. Poor girl thinks she's getting a fairy tale wedding to a handsome  prince, but you probably don't even care. I...I really wish you could  care, Nicky. Like offering to let me suck you off to make me feel better  was NOT a valid strategy for comfort right now."

I  shrugged. "Don't misunderstand, I just know you like showing you have  value. There aren't a lot of spymaster tasks or administrative duties to  do for something like this, at least not at this point, but even when  you aren't able to be useful in other ways you're still desirable. If I  gave you the impression you're a whore to me, it wasn't my intention.  You BELONG to me, Barbara Gordon. Sex is one of the many ways I may  choose to use whats mine, but don't dismiss my attention as being purely  sexual. There are much less difficult women I could fuck. I keep you  around despite your brattiness because I like you."

"That..."  Her brow furrowed. "I can't tell if that's almost sweet or just flat  out confusing. You don't care about other people, do you? You make it  sound like you have no real emotions about others. How can you want me  around if you think I'm more trouble than I'm worth?" Her eyes were  swimming with uncertainty and a bit of longing, and I knew what she was  hoping to hear. I couldn't believably convince her that she had taught  me to discover my humanity and helped me learn how to love, but there  were ways to couch it that would be...kinder, I supposed.

I  took a breath, lining up my thoughts so I could express this right. "I  feel things. I feel anger, possessiveness, joy. I don't really feel  those things for other people, so much as I feel them as a reaction to  stimuli that affects me personally. You stimulate me. You make me angry,  but not enough to make me want to get rid of you, you make me  possessive, you bring me joy. You're my favorite treasure, I think, at  least in many ways. I don't know if that means anything to you, or if  it's not enough, but that's what you mean to me."

It had  taken me a while to really understand why I put up with Barbie despite  her irritating habits. But it hadn't been too complicated once I really  let got of my preconceptions about other people and just looked at her  as what she was. Mine. People had treasured items that they liked better  than others. I liked Barbie. She was a pouty, needy little bitch  sometimes, but she kept me amused. She kept me wanting more.

She  looked conflicted. "I...I don't know how I feel about that." She let  out a bitter laugh. "Being told by my boyfriend on his wedding day that  he thinks of me as an object should be horrifying, but...I like it?" Her  cheeks flushed. "I like that you need me. That you want me. It's  stupid, and self-destructive but I love you. I love you Nicky, and  knowing that you treasure me like that makes me happy. It wouldn't be  enough if it was anyone else. But it's enough from you." Her eyes were  watering, small, pretty tears streaking down her cheeks, but I could  tell they were happy tears.

I stepped forward, not sure  how to do this part. If I was in character I'd be hugging her, so I was  going to do that for real. It felt odd to hug someone without the  persona to motivate me. Just alien to me. I pulled her against me, and  she snuggled in. I patted her hair. "You can never leave me." I said  firmly. "I wouldn't let you. You're my property Barbara. You belong to  me, ever since I painted that mark on your cute little ass in that alley  you've never had a choice. You didn't know it, hell I didn't know it at  the time, but you're mine for eternity."

She shuddered,  whispering. "Yes daddy." That one got a raised eyebrow from me. She  almost never called me that when we weren't fucking. I reached into her  with Eros and Psyche and felt her desires, and all she wanted  was...well, me. She was consumed by me, drowning in me. She wanted me so  badly it was eating her alive. I was hard within seconds, and if I  didn't have this damn ceremony to get through I'd have fucked her  through the stone wall of the castle. Instead I just reached down and  groped her ass a bit, just to tide me over.

Squeaking, she  shoved me back, stumbling away with a laugh. "You're an asshole. I was  having this big revelation about how you care in your own way and you  just start feeling me up. But fine. I don't mind. I don't even mind that  I can't get away. I don't want to get away. I want to be yours. You  want me. Even if it's not how most men would want me you do. Dick didn't  want me, Batman didn't really want me, I had to force him to accept me  as Batgirl, and my dad didn't want me enough to stop spending all his  time at work. I like being a priority. I know this is all meaningless to  you, but I wanted to at least say it out loud."

I  shrugged. "I don't mind. You belong to me, if you need to state it for  everyone to hear you can, doesn't change anything on my end. Since we've  gotten this far though, I've been preparing a surprise for you once the  wedding ends. Something you've been waiting for."

"Okay."  She said slowly. "Am I going to have to slurp this surprise out of a  ruined pussy? Because I'll tell you right now that if I do, you are  grossly misreading this situation, and the gift isn't as romantic as you  seem to think it is. Not that I don't enjoy sex, but this isn't really  the time to bring that up." Her pout was kind of adorable as she  muttered that last part, even to me.

Rolling my eyes, I  just shook my head. "It's not sexual." I paused. "Well, it's not  INHERENTLY sexual. I have a feeling I'm going to be putting it to use  sexually plenty. But no, it's something else. No hints though. Just come  and see me after the ceremony and we can talk about it." She gave me a  winning smile and I leaned down to peck her on the lips. She preened at  the contact, and I mentally added a fondness for quick kisses to my list  of positive feedback behaviors for Barbie.

With that, she  turned and walked out, and for a girl who claimed this wasn't exactly  the time for sexual matters, she put a lot of wiggle in that tight  little ass as she left. Once she was gone I turned back to the mirror,  only to be interrupted by another knock. I groaned in annoyance,  stalking over to pull the door open. "Damn it, can't a man get ready for  his own wedding in pea-" I froze as the door swung open, showing  Mordiel smirking at me.

"I can come back later if you  like?" She purred. Her voice was like melted chocolate, smooth and dark  and decadent. Her eyes raked over me. "Though I'm glad I at least made  the trip, you look quite dashing in your wedding clothes. I do always  enjoy the view, but this adds a little something...special, to the  show." She looked up at me, affecting a small pout. "That is, if you  don't want me to come in?"

She leaned forward as she said  this, and her already fat milfy tits were almost spilling from her  tightly corseted bodice. I was at E-rank and I was protected from her by  political arrangements, so I suddenly had a lot less of a reason to  dent her entry. I stepped back, gesturing in. "Please Auntie, come  inside." I said, calling her by the name she'd asked me to use after the  meeting when I got back. "I apologize for the rude reception." She  walked past me, and I drooled at the fucking cake she was packing out  back, even through that poofy dress. Baby had back. Not like, Whisper  booty, but Mordiel had plenty of junk in the royal trunk.

Once  she was inside she strolled up to the mirror, preening as she glanced  over herself. "I enjoy this dress. I believe it makes me look quite  fetching. Don't you think so Nicholas?"

She glanced slyly  over her shoulder as she asked, and I nodded. I was getting some heavy  predator prey vibes here, and while that wasn't normally my thing, I  didn't mind playing gazelle to this fat tittied lion if it got me in  there. I was about to be a married man after all, it would be nice of my  new auntie to give me a private bachelor party to send me off from the  single life. "You look wonderful Auntie. A treat for any man to gaze  upon. Might I ask what you're doing here before the ceremony?"

A  hand went to her mouth as she giggled, a sound that seemed oddly  perverse coming from such a composed older woman. "Oh, I just had a  thought. You see, Graciel seems to think she's losing her daughter, but  as you said in the audience, I think it's more like she's gaining a son.  Granted not in a way that would enable her to have you become the heir,  but still, you're giving her another child." With a flick of one hand  she unclipped a hook or something on the corset, letting her fat tits  tumble free as she turned to face me. Her eyes were hungry. "That sounds  like such a wonderful experience. I think it's only fair for you to  give me a child as well." Ok, it was official. I fucking loved weddings.