First Kiss, Last Kiss, Every Kiss
Copyright© 2026 by SpankLord40k
Intermission: An Erotic Wedding Night
The hotel room was beautiful.
Soft lighting. King-size bed with white sheets. Rose petals scattered across the pillows. A bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket by the window. Through the window, the city lights twinkled like earthbound stars.
Emily barely noticed any of it.
She was too busy kissing her wife.
They’d stumbled through the door still wrapped around each other. Sophie’s hands in Emily’s hair. Emily’s fingers working at the buttons of Sophie’s suit jacket. Laughing and crying and kissing all at once.
“We’re married,” Emily breathed against Sophie’s lips.
“We’re married,” Sophie confirmed, grinning. “Mrs. and Mrs.”
They kissed again. Deeper this time. Sophie walked Emily backward toward the bed, her hands sliding down to grip Emily’s hips through the lace of her wedding dress.
Then Sophie pulled back. A strange expression crossed her face. Nervous. Excited. Something else Emily couldn’t quite read.
“What?” Emily asked.
Sophie bit her lip. Took a breath. “I have something to tell you. About my conversation with Sarah earlier.”
Emily’s stomach tightened. She remembered seeing them walk off together during the reception. Remembered the worried looks. “What about it?”
“After we talked about ... everything,” Sophie said carefully. “After I confronted her about what she did to you. I asked her for something.”
“Asked her for what?”
Sophie’s cheeks flushed pink. “I asked if she could contact her friends. The ones who helped her back then. I asked if there was any magic that could ... enhance our wedding night.”
Emily went very still. “Enhance how?”
“I told her it was the least she could do. That I wouldn’t forgive her even if she helped, but it would be a start.” Sophie reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out two small pieces of paper. Folded carefully. Old-looking, like they’d been copied from ancient texts.
“She made a phone call. Took about an hour. Then she came back with these.” Sophie held up the papers. “Spells. Transformation spells. Temporary ones.”
Emily’s heart was beating fast now. “What kind of transformation?”
Sophie couldn’t meet her eyes. “The kind that would let me grow something. Something I don’t normally have.”
The words hung in the air between them.
Emily understood. Of course she understood.
And her whole body went cold.
“You mean a penis,” she said flatly.
“Yes.” Sophie’s voice was small. “I thought maybe ... I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. And I thought you might want to try...”
“No.”
The word came out sharp. Harder than Emily intended.
Sophie flinched. “Em...”
“I can’t.” Emily stepped back. Her arms wrapped around herself. “Sophie, you know why I can’t.”
“I know.” Sophie’s voice was gentle. Patient. “I know it reminds you of before. Of being Lars.”
Just hearing that name made Emily’s skin crawl. She hadn’t been Lars in fourteen years. Hadn’t thought about that body, that life, in so long. But the memory was still there. The wrongness of it. The way that anatomy had never felt like hers.
“I spent twenty-three years with one of those,” Emily said. Her voice was shaking now. “Twenty-three years feeling wrong. Feeling like my body didn’t match who I was. And now you want me to...”
“It wouldn’t be on you,” Sophie said quickly. “It would be on me. My body. Not yours.”
“It’s still a penis, Sophie.”
“I know. But Em, think about it.” Sophie stepped closer. Careful. Not touching her yet. “We’ve used the strap-on before. Plenty of times. This wouldn’t be that different.”
Emily shook her head. “A strap-on is silicone. It’s not real. It’s not ... alive.”
“You’re right. It would be different.” Sophie reached out and took Emily’s hands. Held them gently. “But it would still be me. My body. Your wife. Not some stranger. Not some man. Just me, with a temporary addition.”
Emily looked down at their joined hands. Her wife’s hands. Soft and familiar.
“What if I don’t like it?” Emily whispered.
“Then we stop. Immediately. No questions asked.” Sophie squeezed her hands. “The spell only lasts a few hours anyway. If you’re uncomfortable for even a second, we stop and wait for it to wear off. We can go back to the strap-on. Or just our hands. Or nothing at all. Whatever you want.”
Emily was quiet for a long moment. Her mind racing.
She trusted Sophie. She trusted her with her life, with her secrets, with everything. Sophie knew about Lars. Knew the whole story. Had never judged her, never looked at her differently.
And Sophie was right. They had used toys before. This would just be ... a different kind of toy. A temporary one. Attached to her wife instead of strapped on.
“Okay,” Emily said finally. “But I have conditions.”
“Anything.”
“One. We start slow. Really slow. If I say stop, we stop.”
“Of course.”
“Two. You don’t ... you don’t call it anything. Don’t give it a name. Don’t talk about it like it’s separate from you. It’s just part of your body for tonight. That’s all.”
“Okay.”
“Three.” Emily’s voice wavered. “If I start crying, you hold me. Even if it ruins the mood. Even if we have to stop completely. You hold me.”
Sophie pulled her into a hug. Held her tight. “Always. I’ll always hold you.”
They stood there for a moment. Just breathing together.
“Are you sure?” Sophie asked against her hair.
Emily pulled back. Looked into her wife’s eyes. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
Sophie unfolded the first piece of paper. The words were in a language Emily didn’t recognize. Latin, maybe. Or something older.
“Sarah explained how it works,” Sophie said. “I read the words and focus on what I want. The change happens gradually. Takes about a minute. And it’s small. She said I could control the size by how I focus. I’ll keep it small. Nothing intimidating.”
Emily nodded. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.
Sophie took a deep breath. She read the words on the paper. Her voice was quiet but steady, pronouncing each syllable carefully.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then Sophie gasped.
Her hand flew to her lower belly. Her eyes went wide. Her breath came faster.
“I can feel it,” Sophie whispered. “Oh. That’s so strange.”
Emily watched. She couldn’t look away even though part of her wanted to.
Sophie was still wearing her wedding suit. The white pants. But Emily could see movement beneath the fabric. A small bulge forming. Growing. Pushing against the material.
Sophie’s face was flushed. Her lips parted. Little gasps escaping.
“It’s so sensitive,” she breathed. “I can feel the fabric against it. Every little movement.”
The bulge stopped growing. It wasn’t large.
Sophie looked down at herself. Then up at Emily. Her cheeks were pink. Shy, almost.
“Do you want to see?” she asked.
Emily’s mouth was dry. She nodded.
Sophie’s fingers fumbled with her belt. The button. The zipper. She pushed the pants down her hips.
Emily looked.
It was small. Maybe four inches, standing out from Sophie’s body, flushed pink at the tip. Below it hung a small sack, delicate and new.
It was attached to her wife. Her Sophie. The woman she loved.
And somehow, that made it okay.
“What do I do?” Emily asked. Her voice came out small. Uncertain.
Sophie took her hand. “Come here.”
She guided Emily to sit on the edge of the bed. Then Sophie stood in front of her, her new addition at eye level.
“I’ve seen porn,” Sophie said. Then quickly added, “Before we met. A long time ago. But I remember how women ... how they used their mouths.”
Emily stared at it. So close now. She could see the details. The veins. The slight curve. The way it twitched under her gaze.
“You don’t have to,” Sophie said softly. “We can skip this part. Go straight to...”
“No.” Emily took a breath. “I want to try. I want to do this for you.”
She leaned forward. Hesitated with her lips an inch away.
“Just start slow,” Sophie encouraged. Her voice was already strained. “A kiss. Just a kiss first.”
Emily pressed her lips against the tip.
Sophie shuddered. A soft moan escaped her.
The skin was warm. Soft. Smoother than Emily expected. She kissed it again. Let her lips linger.
“That feels incredible,” Sophie breathed. “Your lips are so soft.”
Encouraged, Emily opened her mouth slightly. Let her tongue slip out and trace around the head.
Sophie’s whole body jerked. Her hand found Emily’s hair, gripping gently.
“Oh God. Em. That’s...”
Emily took the head into her mouth. Just the tip. Feeling the weight of it on her tongue. The taste was subtle. Skin and salt and something else. Something that was uniquely Sophie.
She’d never done this before. Not as Emily. Not as Lars either, for that matter. She didn’t know what she was doing. But Sophie’s reactions guided her. The gasps. The moans. The way her hips twitched forward.
Emily took more of it into her mouth. Hollowed her cheeks experimentally. Sucked gently.
“Fuck,” Sophie gasped. “Em, that’s so good. You’re doing so good.”
Emily felt a flush of pride. She bobbed her head slowly. Trying to find a rhythm. Her hand came up to wrap around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
Sophie was trembling now. Her legs shaking. Her breathing ragged.
“Em, I’m ... something’s happening. I think I’m going to...”
It happened fast. Faster than either of them expected.
Sophie’s hips bucked forward. Her grip tightened in Emily’s hair. A strangled cry escaped her lips as her whole body went rigid.
Then Emily felt it.
Hot. Thick. Flooding her mouth without warning.
She pulled back in shock, coughing. Cum dribbled down her chin. The taste was strange, salty and bitter, nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Oh God,” Sophie gasped. She was still shaking, still coming, more spurting out and landing on Emily’s cheek, her neck. “Oh God, Em, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it. It just happened.”
Emily coughed again. Wiped at her face with the back of her hand. She could feel the sticky warmth on her skin.
“That was...” Emily made a face. “That was really fast.”
Sophie’s face crumpled with embarrassment. “I know. I’m so sorry. It just felt so intense. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I couldn’t control it.”
“And it tastes...”
“Bad?”
“Different.” Emily reached for a tissue from the nightstand. Wiped her face clean. “Very different from what I expected.”
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