Greed God chapter 153

March 27th 2016 Gemworld 4:00 PM EDT

I had always been an intelligent guy. I'd predicted every problem that  came my way with ease, maneuvered my way through situations that would  kill lesser men, and survived angering people with the power of literal  gods. I'd been in some bad situations, and I'd never felt too worried  about them, always sure I could escape. This was not a situation like those had been.

"Come on baby, I just need you to try this one. My mother says that we need to pick the hors d'oeuvres for the  reception today so that the kitchens will have time to finish them."  Amy's smiling face was beaming with the same implacable cheer that had  been painted across it since the engagement had been finalized. She'd  been so damn cheerful since it was confirmed that it was ALMOST cute  enough to make up for the absolutely monstrous amount of BULLSHIT that I  was having to sift through for this wedding.

I turned to  glare at my redhead, who was sitting off to one side, trying not to  smirk at my pain. Barbie wasn't actively being a brat anymore, but she  hadn't exactly been pleased to be called down to Amaranthine to help  plan my wedding. If not for our previous discussion I think she might have tried to refuse, but as it was she was being as passive agressively unhelpful as possible without ever actually offering any resistance, which was WORSE.

Fixing a smile on my face, I pulled my  bride to be closer. "I think the roasted duck skewers were fine, love. I  know your mother had concerns about house Lamprey's aversion to fowl,  but we can serve the herb encrusted marshmellows as well, and that  should cover both everyone. Just stagger it seventy thirty in favor of  the duck to account for the difference in demand. If the kitchens have a  problem with splitting focus, Barbara can talk to them." I turned my  wooden smile on my 'assistant'. "Isn't that right?"

Barbie's  professional, helpful smile was nearly beatific enough to hide the  glimmer of sadistic amusement behind those bright blue eyes. I felt my  own eye twitch with the need to teach her a lesson and leave her  drooling on the floor as a fucked out mess. Unfortunately aside from a  few brutal throat jobs from Emerald when I had time to drag her around a  corner while Amy was busy, I hadn't emptied my balls in days, and it  was really pissing me off. I was nearly constantly barraged with  aristocratic nonsense for the ceremony.

I'd been so proud  of maneuvering myself into this situation and setting up Amy to become  my bride so I could sweep her away and take her back to earth, but  apparently I'd fucking jumped the gun with my smugness, because this was  unbearable. The worst part was I couldn't even take that shit out on  her, because she was so deliriously happy that I knew for a fact that  none of this was actually malicious on her part, it was fucking Graciel  making this as difficult as possible just to be a bitch.

I  forced myself to take a long, slow breath. A few days was nothing, and I  was going to take this out of my future marriage mommys milfy ass when I  got the chance. Imagine the degrading and humiliating ways I was going  to ruin Graciel in front of her whole kingdom as soon as I was strong  enough at least helped with the frustration, even if it decidedly did  NOT help with the horniness.

Speaking of older women who  weren't helping with my horniness, Mordiel had been eye fucking me like a  thirsty soccer mom for the entire time I'd been helping plan the  ceremony. That would have been fun, if not for the fact that Amy was  glued to my side almost every second of the day, cuddled against me like  I was the world's most muscular teddy bear. The only bright spot in  this entire cloudy front of shit was that I wasn't the only one  suffering. Barbie was trying her best to be passive aggressive, but Amy  wasn't noticing any of it, and she'd just been so godsdamned friendly.

Her  hand snaked out to snag Barbie's, beaming at my redhead as I mentioned  her possible role. "That is SO sweet Barbara. I really appreciate how  much help you've been with this. With Emerald planning my bridal shower,  we've been so short handed. I have no clue how we could have done this  without you." Her eyes widened. "Oh, you are going to come to the shower  aren't you? I know you're so special to Nicholas and I would love to  have you there with us." She turned to her best friend. "Right Emmy?"

Aforementioned  friend flushed, glancing at Barbie out of the corner of her eye, no  doubt remembering the taste of her cunt as I'd forced her to lick my  cock clean after I finished using my redhead. She cleared her throat.  "Of course. Miss. Barbara is always welcome among us." She shot a quick  glance at me. Her cheeks flushing. "I'm often jealous of how close a  friendship she and Nicholas have. I hope you and I can have that kind of  relationship one day."

It took active effort not to burst  out laughing at the half longing, half carnal look Emerald was raking  over poor innocent Amy. I shot her a wide smile. "I promise Emerald, my  marriage to Amy won't ever stand in the way of your relationship. I'll  make sure there's a place in our lives for you from day one. I hope I  can even be an important part of your friendship. I think all three of  us are going to grow closer than you can imagine."

Barbie  rolled her eyes at the double entendre and Amy beamed in excitement at  my seeming acceptance of her friend's place in our relationship. It was  endlessly entertaining to make open ended statements like that in front  of my bride to be, and watch the lustful shudder of anticipation wrack  the sweet little bun haired princess. As much as I had trained her cunt  to crave me (a craving I had been frustratingly unable to satisfy lately  with wedding prep) I still loved seeing her obsessive need for Amy at  play. I had so many fun plans for my pair of pretty princesses.

My  redhead looked distinctly uncomfortable at Amy's kindness and  excitement. Unlike Zee, none of this was even remotely sarcastic or  malicious, and even my petty, jealous bat-bitch couldn't bring herself  to hate Amy. She squeezed the princess's hand with a cheerful smile of  her own. "That's very kind of you Amaya, but I couldn't possibly impose.  This is your last night with your friends before you become a married  woman."

Amy waved off the comment. "Don't be silly. I want  the two of us to be friends. As my husband's majordomo you'll be part  of my life too, and I want us to have a good relationship. In fact,  please let me know if there's anything I can give you to make your job  or life easier. I want you to be comfortable during our lives together,  so what's mine is yours." I was glad I wasn't drinking anything when she  said that, because I would have done a spit take. Even Amy was doing it  now.

Honestly, if I'd had the capacity for it, I'd have  probably felt bad about how oblivious she was. She wasn't stupid, just  so absurdly naive and trusting it boggled the mind. Graciel had  sheltered the poor girl something awful. Even her adventures hadn't  prepared her for this, because she was always surrounded by loyal  retainers and she'd never been with a man before, so the only thing she  had to base our relationship on were stories and what I told her it  should be like.

Since I wasn't capable of feeling bad, I  at least planned to be gentle introducing her to the more carnal side of  our one sided open marriage. I'd make sure she didn't feel abandoned or  unloved. She was a powerful and capable magic user I could further  improve, and my key to exploiting this world, so we would have a loving  and happy marriage. A bit of Eros and Psyche and some reassuring  bullshit about how normal this was would smooth over the hurt feelings  if there were any, and Emerald being a cunt hungry bitch would help  normalize the idea of sharing once I got them together.

It  was half the reason I'd broken in the sweet little whore after all,  though her small stature and cuteness certainly helped. In the meantime,  she seemed to be making inroads making friends among my girls without  even knowing, as Barbie returned her kind smile with one of her own.  Maybe my crime fighting bottom bitch was finally getting used to the way  things worked.

Thanking my fiance for her generosity,  Barbie stood up, gesturing down to the platters of food. "Well, since  we're on such a time crunch I'd better head down to the kitchens to let  them know about the menu. There's no need to worry about a thing, either  of you. We're in the final stretch, and I just know this wedding will  be wonderful." I could tell she even meant the reassurance somewhat,  which was huge personal growth for her. I reinforced my plans to merge  her soon to give her access to a bloodline. She was certainly earning  it.

I'd been slightly worried about our return to Gotham,  but Barbie had been coming around wonderfully. Once I ranked her up a  bit, I could demolish that pussy at maximum dragon levels too, and get  my claws into her even tighter. Her insistence on blacking out from  pleasure overload when I was hitting my stride made properly dicking her  down kind of inconvenient. It was a good think I had Emerald's pretty  little princess pussy to pound out my frustration on every night when I  was done with my redhead. Or I had, and would again after I just got  through this damn wedding.

Speaking of the wedding, I made  a point to reassure Amy, pulling my princess into my lap and cuddling  her against me. She almost purred with contentment at the motion, her  cheeks flushing. "Oh, Nicky. Not in front of Emmy. She doesn't want to  see us being intimate." I almost choked at the patent falsehood of that  statement, but managed to hold it in, despite the deep flush on  Emerald's face.

Still, i kissed my way up her neck from  her collarbone and along her jaw. 'I can't help it my love. You're so  damn perfect. I'm so lucky to be able to marry you." Which was true.  Fucking her into submission could take ages if I couldn't find her hook.  I was ninety percent sure the marriage ceremony would be a complete  surrender to me on her part, and would count for the Branding. It was  going to save me literal months most likely.

Amy cooed  with excitement, pulling me into a frantic kiss, mashing her mouth  against mine, gasping out words between short, hot kisses. "Oh. Mmf.  Nicky. I feel the same. Mmf, I can't wait to be your wife. To belong to  you, body and soul." That was exactly what I liked to hear. I'd been  planting that seed for a few days now, reinforcing that mindset with all  our conversations, and she'd been extremely receptive.

I  kissed my way down her neck, looking over her shoulder and into  Emerald's eyes as I triggered the Brand, forcing the delicate little bun  haired princess to have a knee knocking cunt clenching orgasm right  there in the middle of the hall right behind Amy's back.  I smiled at  the glazed, dopey look on the smaller girl's face as I spoke into Amy's  ear. Making sure the other girl heard me loud and clear. "Of course,  baby. I promise. I always take good care of what's mine."