Chapter 7

That's how I found myself being prepared for a wedding less than a month after losing Betni. Anori and Cayda were down, but seemed to be taking it about as well as they could. I think they had been expecting a few more years without someone else, if I ever married at all. For that matter, so was I. I pressed both for any knowledge they might have of where Betni learned what she had performed. Both professed not knowing.

They dressed me in a sharp white suit, trimmed with dark blue. I wore a gold chain around me neck, hung with a phial holding some of the powder Betni had blown away as. Father had one just like it. A sword hung at my side but I was also wearing my throwing knife concealed in my sleeve. My hair was slicked back. Overall I felt like an overdressed monkey about to be put on show for everyone's amusement. I wondered how Tera, my soon to be wife, was feeling, I was certain she was even less comfortable.

The wedding was held in the Great Hall of the Palace, the place was packed. Mostly nobles, both Praetian and Macean. Soon the Maceans would be my nobles, and I would have to deal with them. Wedding customs for both Praetia and Macea are similar enough that we didn't have to make special arrangements.

The wedding itself was simple, no priests involved, or even my Father. The wedding was nothing more than the symbolic taking of everything the woman offers. For a total marriage of state like this one it really is everything, her body, her people, even her mother. Macea lacked our tradition of having strong women beside the throne, I intended to change that. I marched down the aisle, an honor guard lining the way with swords raised, Praetian on the left, Macean on the right.

Tera was led down the aisle by the same Captain who failed in his duty. It was the widow Leha's slap in the face to him for his dereliction, making him give the Kingdom to me. She was wearing a billowing white dress, her hands bound behind her back with a soft silk rope. She was blindfolded and veiled. A white silk rope wound around her neck, the end in the Captain's hand. I had merely to accept the rope and remove the blindfold for the ceremony to be done.

He stopped in front of me and wouldn't meet my eyes. I couldn't blame him, after this he would be allowed to depart in shame. I had thought long and hard about how to accept her, there are many possibly forms. I could strip her completely, I could leave her fully bound, there were so many choices. Sometimes the symbolic invocation of power is more powerful than the actual workings of power. It can evoke the magic left in the world setting sympathetic echoes crashing back and forth. In the end Anori and Cayda had agreed the one I had my heart set on was the right course.

I took the rope from the Captain, he bowed and backed away. Very slowly so that no one mistook what I was doing, I slipped my knife from its sheath and cut the rope away. I raised the veil, then holding her chin so her eyes would meet mine, I cut the blindfold as well. She blinked and smiled at me. She had an oval face surrounded by cascading black almost blue hair, her eyes were light blue and tear filled. I kissed her forehead then returned the knife to the hidden sheath. Finally, I withdrew a sheer lace cloak, also in white and placed it around her shoulders. Though it was a symbol with plain meaning, I turned to the assembled nobles and others, I spoke loud enough for all to hear, "As I protect your Princess, so shall I endeavor to protect you all."

The clapping from the Maceans was immediate, a few moments later the Praetian side join them.

I turned Tera so her side faced everyone else and kissed her for all to see, she melted against me.

Unlike the wedding, the feast afterward was anything but simple. I left her wrists bound as I helped her sit with me. I was using a special made chair that was extra deep. I could scoot back in it and allow her to sit on my lap with her knees across my leg. This allowed her to both be close and to not sit too high.

The servants knew my preferences and didn't offer anything intoxicating. The beauty in my lap was making me drunk as it was. She must have been expecting wine because she asked after a few sips of ginger ale, "no spirits, Husband?"

I whispered in her ear, "this is a special night, I want us to both remember it." I cut a small piece of roast venison and fed it to her.

She puckered her lips around it and chewed with slow deliberation, I appreciated that. There would be many nights, but only one wedding feast. I offered her another, and she accepted that as well.

I alternated feeding her with taking bites myself. It seems an endless stream of toasts were made, to Praetia, to Macea, to the union of the two, to my health, to Father's, Tera's, even to Betni's memory.

Tera begged off long before the feast was over, "Husband, please no more, I feel anxious about later."

I ran my hand over her stomach feeling her tremble where I touched, "I'm a little nervous myself, I've never had a wife before."

She accepted some dessert though, lime sherbet. I used a tiny spoon, no more than a quarter teaspoon per bowl. She seemed to think me very silly, but was willing to play the game.

Leha was waiting in my chambers when I finally made my escape from the feast. To be honest, I was a bit concerned about sharing my space with two grown women, both with daughters in my care and both grieving over the loss of a child. She had been led here from the wedding ceremony, she wouldn't have the necessary societal standing to attend a feast like that until after her daughter joined me in bed. Silly how so much can depend on two people getting naked.

Anori and Cayda had taken their time preparing Leha, she was to join me in bed this night as well. They had chosen to dress her in red, a harem vest tied closed in front, her ample bosom on prominent display. Her long hair, dark like her daughter's was tied back with a ribbon, she was wearing a short skirt just transparent enough to reveal a pair of high cut panties. They had bound her wrists, crossed at the small of her back. Overall one of my favorite outfits, and they knew it. She had been made to lie on her stomach on my bed, waiting for our entrance. She also been gagged and blindfolded, her knees spread wide and bent, her ankles tied to the knot that held her wrists. The skirt had ridden up revealing her panties.

Tera gasped seeing her mother trussed up so. Leha wiggled some upon hearing the noise. I stood behind Tera, rubbing my hands up and down her sides, whispering in her ear, "isn't she sexy? I think she is. I wonder what she tastes like?"

"Tastes? Don't you just shove your... thing in me and that's it?"

I nipped her ear and she squeaked, "oh no, there's much more than that. For starters 'thing' isn't a very good word, try 'dick' or 'cock', 'manhood' works too. Never 'thing', 'thing' is just silly."

She moaned when I made her sit on my bed, her back to the headboard and tied them to a hidden ring set in the frame. I took a moment to remove her shoes, sandals really, but not ones you could kick off easily. I silenced her weak protests with a finger to her lips, "your mother has some explaining to do."

I turned to Leha, she had shifted some so her head was facing me. I moved to her far side so Tera would have an unobstructed view. I lay down beside her, reaching down I ran my hand over the inside curve of her calf before releasing her near ankle. I pushed her hair to the other side and brushed the back of her neck with my lips, my fingers found the knot holding her other ankle in place and tugged that loose as well. I kissed her cheek, then her ear, "Leha, your daughter is scared and misinformed. I suspect you are misinformed as well, so I'm going to show you how wrong the things she had learned are."

I ran my hand down her arm and continued on to give her butt a firm squeeze, she wiggled at my touch. I reached down a bit more to stroke the back of her thighs, then moved higher gliding past her firm ass. I had to scoot down some to untie her wrists, I wanted to keep hold of them. The knot loosened with just a small tug, she tried to free herself but settled when she discovered I wasn't done. I kissed my way over her triceps, then raised her hands binding them to another ring set in the bed frame. Leha moaned into the gag when she realized the trap I had sprung.

She worked herself up onto her knees some, raising her rear a few inches off the bed. I wrapped my hand around her waist then forced her back down, trapping my hand against her bare tummy. I unbuckled the gag with my free hand and had to help pull the ball past her teeth. Leha worked her jaw, I know just how uncomfortable a ball gag can be, it was demonstrated on me once so I wouldn't overuse it. I tossed the unneeded implement to the floor, no sense in leaving it where someone might roll on top of it.

Leha managed to lift herself a little as I slid my hand up her body. I helped her roll onto her side face Tera, I looked up at the young one. She was sitting with her legs closed, rubbing them together. Her face was flushed. I smiled at her efforts.

I worked my knee between Leha's thighs but not far enough that she could rub her pussy against me. She looked at me over her shoulder, I bent forward and kissed her, sucking at her lower lip. I ventured higher with my hand, stroking her breastbone through the slick red silk, the cloth moving across her tits in enticing ways.

I kicked off my shoes, not bothering to untie them first. They landed on the floor with a dual thump-thump. I moved my hand from her breast bone up to cup her firm mammary, she was well endowed, each breast more than a good handful. Even laying on her side she showed no evidence of sag. Her nipples were stiff and pointy, I brushed them several times switching from one to the other and then back.

I teased her while undoing the string holding the vest closed, first pretending I was about to pull it, then rubbing her stomach, then tugging a little more. I brushed my hand down her leg, then back up, rubbing very low on her stomach, just above the waistline of her panties. I finally stopped teasing her and freed the knot, the bottom half of the vest falling open. Tera's eyes went to her mother's chest, she opened and closed her mouth several times.

I urged Leha to her back, she didn't resist. The vest fell to the side and I watched her full creamy breasts rising and falling with each breath. She was still blindfolded and I intended to leave her like that for awhile yet. I lay half on top of her, kissing her full on the lips. Her mouth opened for me, I ran my tongue just within the rim of her lips, fumbling at my buttons. I didn't want the kiss to end, but I also wanted out of my suit. Her tongue gave way for me as I probed deeper. She seemed reluctant but I persisted, giving her no choice.

The last button was finally done, I pinned her to my bed, my bare chest rubbing across hers. I looked over to see Tera breathing hard, her eyes glinting. I kissed my way down Leha's neck, I think I ripped one of my cuff buttons trying to get it loose. My shirt landed in a heap crumpled on the floor. She whimpered as I moved away, unable to see me remove my pants. It felt so good to release my cock from the confines of restricting clothes. I still wore my knife, I would need it in a few minutes.

I ran my hands over Leha's legs, working my way higher. She spread them allowing me to kneel between them. The 'skirt' she was wearing was nothing more than a piece of fabric knotted together in front. Her panties didn't seem to fit quite right. I decided to start with them and withdrew my knife, stroking her skin with the cool broad side. She moaned but stayed very still. The waistbands cut through with just the slightest pressure from the razor sharp edge. I returned my knife to its sheath leaving the cloth in place.

I bent down, the smell of her arousal filling my senses. I ran my hands up and down the top few inches of her thighs and pulled the cut cloth away with my teeth. I saw right away why the fit had been so odd, she had a thick mat of dense pubic hair. I had never seen such an overgrown bush and it wasn't particularly attractive. I wasn't sure why she was like that, her arms and legs were taken care of, her armpits too.

Luckily for me I kept an excellent shaving kit in a door under my bed. I paused by Tera as I went to retrieve it, "are you like that?"

She hung her head in shame, "yes, Husband."

I kissed her briefly, "it will be okay." The kit was just where I had left it as well as several towels in various sizes. There was also a large spray bottle filled with water along with a tray to hold everything.

Leha had closed her legs but allowed me to crawl between them again when she felt me approach. I made her lift her rear so I could spread one of the larger towels to catch the mess that was sure to come from this. I started by wetting down the entire area, it was obvious from the tangles that it had been a long time since she had done anything down there, if ever.

At first I used a pair of scissors to tame the jungle, snipping slow and careful. A small very fine toothed comb helped a great deal. I used a dampened towel to wipe up the hairs. Her pink slit came out of hiding, I teased her lips with the rounded end of the scissors.

I spread a small amount of shaving lotion and placed a new blade on the razor handle. The stubble came away with short smooth strokes of the razor. I had practiced this many times on the slave and was able to finish without nicking her even once. I must credit Leha, she managed not to move or flinch at all. I left a small triangle, cut short and pointing toward her clit. Just enough for fingers to play with. I took my time wiping her clean making sure no stray hairs were left behind.

I pulled the towel out from under her and wadded it around the two smaller towels I had used. Leha's fresh shorn pussy, framed by the confluence of her legs, looked delicious.

Her lips were very pink, glistening with her juices. I nibbled my way along the inside of her thigh. Her clit was peeking out from the protective hood surrounding it. I ran my thumb between her pouting scalloped lips gathering her nectar. And nectar it was, Leha was a very sweet tasting morsel.

She moaned continuously from the moment my lips made contact with her hot mound. I had to hold her legs to keep her from crushing my head. She did manage to mash my face with her pubic bone, I didn't mind too much. Her moans turned to pants when I slid first one then two fingers deep into her moist trench. I wanted her to get off at least once this way, I closed my lips around her clit.

Leha screamed out her pleasure. I turned my hand over so I could run my fingertips over the upper wall of her passage. I had to work them in and out a few times to find the exact spot I wanted but it was worth the effort. Before she had come down from the first crashing climax the second rocked through her. I kept my fingers in her, but had to let go with my lips, I was taking a pummeling.

I licked my fingers clean, marveling again at how sweet her juices were. If her daughter was the same I was in for a real treat. But first I had a date to keep with Leha's well soaked muff.