Chapter Fourteen #4
Nobody in the room said anything, because it might not be. I didn’t know of any stories or legends which told of a god dying, in any supernatural religion.
But I hadn’t heard any legends about a supernatural regrowing organs, either, and I’d done just that for Charlie. I knew, deep in my gut, that I’d kill the Warden one day. I was certain I would. Impossible things were possible for me. I just had to learn how.
“Is Ilamanthe safe now that the Warden knows our location?”
Marcus asked. “I can’t imagine what’s so important that he’s holding off going after our city.”
“I think that’s the point,”
Charlie said. “He’s trying to capture all these other cities first, and we’re the final boss. Ilamanthe is still protected by demigods, but I’m certain he’s already working out another way to draw us out so he can take the city for his own. It sure doesn’t help that we’re losing soldiers to The Mission, as that weakens our defenses by the day. Soon the Warden will be done with whatever he's doing with the Elves, or get impatient, and come for us here. We should be very, very afraid.”
Cassiel finally spoke. “If he wants a fight, then we’ll give him something to fight. Our wards are strong; I’d like to see him try getting through them.”
Cassiel started for the door, but Charlie asked, “What’s your plan?”
“I’m going to fortify our wards right away, as well as order a city shutdown,”
Cassiel stated. “No residents will be allowed in or out of Ilamanthe. Only your team and our military will be permitted the use of portals.”
Cassiel left the room to get to work.
“The Emperor will keep the city safe,”
I said, and I squeezed Charlie’s hand. “Let’s focus on getting the rest of the Divinity Keys. Then, once the Elven Gate is open and the Elves are safe in the Blessed Haven, we can deal with the Warden once and for all.”
Overdoing it put me back a couple of days. I had to stay in bed for most of the week to recover, because I was too tired to get out of it. My spine felt like it was on fire for days, and it’d been hell dealing with the agony. No medicine or healing magic had worked to make it go away. I’d had to let it pass on its own.
I got in trouble with Charlie for not letting the doctors help me. I wasn’t allowed to practice any magic for the rest of the week. He didn’t even let me attend demigod training, which I thought was really unfair. He’d commanded me to stay in the Jacuzzi tub all afternoon and eat chocolate-covered strawberries instead.
I mean, not a bad trade-off, but still. I wanted to help. I’d upset my dom, but if my actions had put us any closer to saving the world, I’d have to suck it up and take the luxurious punishment.
Charlie didn’t go to demigod training, either. He was still recovering and spent most of his time in our suite resting.
My bachelorette party was on Saturday, but I was concerned about leaving Charlie alone in the suite… even though he was never really alone, because there were guards and servants stationed everywhere.
Of course, I’d thought that before, and Danielle had sunk her claws into him.
“I don’t want to go. What if you need me?”
I protested. I was doing my hair in the vanity mirror, because even if I wasn’t going outside the palace, I still wanted to have big fluffy curls.
“Eddie is right outside to grab me whatever I ask for, and if I need you, someone will come get you right away,”
Charlie promised. “This is your bachelorette party. You shouldn’t miss it. You need a chance to have fun.”
Kallie had been planning this party for weeks, and I guess it would bum her out if I had to cancel. “Okay, fine. I’ll try to relax.”
I tied a big white bow into my hair, and Charlie said, “Have a great time, pidge.”
“I will. Be back in the morning.”
Kallie and the girls were planning on keeping me all night. I could only imagine what those sluts had planned. I smoothed down my slim white dress before Oberi escorted me out the door in her unicorn form.
Women cheered when I entered the Ladies’ Court. The entire area had been decorated in black and pink— our wedding colors. Balloons and banners were hung over the area, and near the pool was a table that was laid out with fruit parfait cups, a chocolate charcuterie board, and a champagne bar.
“Congratulations, bitch. You’re getting married again!”
Kallie slipped a sash around my shoulders that read The Bride and fashioned a mini-veil into my curls underneath the bow.
Opal, Abigail, and Ivy were here, along with a variety of Elvish girls I’d met. Everyone was here to celebrate my wedding, and I couldn’t be more honored that all my friends had come by to support me.
We started the party by having a tea party and playing party games. We played a fun truth-or-dare game that was bachelorette party themed, where everyone had to draw a card. The prompts were hilarious. Ivy had to give Kallie a piggyback ride while making donkey sounds, Abigail and Opal had to swap bras, and Oberi had to do a belly-dance— which looked completely silly in her unicorn form. She shook her big butt more than anything, and she knocked a poor Elf girl over. My card said I had to get into an embarrassing position and take a group photo. By the time we’d worked our way through all the cards, my stomach hurt because I was laughing so much.
After the game, we got massages and spent some time relaxing in the hot tub and sipping on our drink concoctions. I’d mixed raspberries into my lemonade and felt really refreshed. I watched Oberi swim around the pool in her narwhal form while I sank further into the water. Charlie was right. I needed this.
“Isn’t this so wonderful?”
Abigail asked, toasting her glass to the party. “Your wedding is going to be a celebration fit for a fairytale.”
“It feels magical and all, but I don’t know if I can believe it’s a fairytale quite yet.”
I was a princess, but I was also a mob wife, after all.
“You should!”
Opal burst. “You guys are everywhere! I can’t turn the TV on without seeing a story about the proposal!”
All the Elvish tabloids had front-page articles about our upcoming wedding. Pictures of Charlie and me were on every page. I knew Cassiel must’ve put them up to it.
The fanfare was nice and all. It was crazy, seeing how obsessed people were with us. The Elves actually acted like they knew us personally. I’d been in the spotlight as a daughter of a chieftain, but I’d never had this much attention.
“Ilamanthe is so different from Malovia,”
Kallie said. “In my country, the monarchy looks the wrong way and the fae press rips them to shreds. The Elves don’t think their monarchy can do any wrong.”
“It’s a difference in culture,”
I responded. It was in fae nature to criticize and complain constantly; they had high standards that no one on this earth could attain, but they still expected perfection even when it was impossible to achieve. Elvish society was run more like a mob, where any disapproval of the monarchy was dealt with swiftly, either through condemnation of society or… literally.
When we got out of the hot tub, girls started handing me gifts. I unwrapped a rainbow popsicle dick, designer makeup, a silk robe with slippers that I could use to get ready on my big day, and a bridal emergency kit, with all the little things I could need at the last minute before I walked down the aisle.
“This is great, you guys. You really know how to make a girl feel special,”
I swooned, surrounded by wrapping paper.
“Hold on. We’ve saved the best for last,”
Kallie teased, turning a corner.
I was curious. What could it be? But then my jaw dropped open, and my breath was stolen from my lungs as Kallie came out from behind the corner, bouncing in on a big, blow-up, six-foot tall penis.
“Meet Perky Peter,”
Kallie said proudly, and she stood the blow-up in front of me. “He’s very happy to see you.”
Tears came to my eyes and almost spilled over as I gazed at the magnificent monument to masculinity standing before me. By the ancestors. It was so beautiful. I’d never received such an outstanding gift.
“I love it!”
I wrapped my arms around the blow-up and squeezed it as hard as I could, smushing my face into it.
“Geez, don’t pop it,”
Kallie grumbled. “It took me thirty minutes to blow it up with air.”
“It ain’t the longest your mouth’s been on one, cupcake,”
Ivy quipped, and Opal spat out her drink.
“Did you think about what you’re going to get the prince for a wedding present?”
Abigail asked, nibbling on a piece of chocolate. She handed one to me, and I took it, chewing on the caramel.
“I’m not sure. I know he’s got something big planned for me,” I mused.
“Is it in his pants?”
Ivy asked. Opal giggled as she cleaned up the mess she spat out with a napkin.
“Most brides do boudoir photos, but… oh.”
Abigail’s face fell, like she hadn’t realized what she’d said until she’d already spoken it out loud.
“I know,”
I said regretfully. “It’d be nice to dress up in lingerie and take sexy pictures for him, but he can’t see them. So that idea’s a bust.”
“Maybe you can in your own way,”
Kallie offered. “His hearing still works, after all.”
Inspiration hit me like a flooding wave, and a satisfied smile spread over my face. I clinked my glass together with hers. “Kallie, you are a genius.”
The girls took turns hopping around the edge of the pool on Perky Peter. Ivy bounced a little too eagerly and went floundering into the pool. I laughed so hard it was difficult to breathe.
As the afternoon grew long, the door to the Ladies’ Court opened, and in walked my Grandmother Eleanor. Grandmother saw me clutching Perky Peter proudly as I wheeled around the snack table and gave a long, drawn-out sigh. “Ava, my dear, it’s time to move the party on to other events. I expected you fifteen minutes ago. You need to pick out your wedding dress. The wedding is two weeks away.”
“But I can’t find anything I like,” I whined.
Not for lack of trying— the Elves had brought me dozens of wedding dresses to try on since I’d gotten engaged, and I didn’t like all of them. They were all extravagant, gorgeous, beautiful… but they weren’t me. I knew my friends were tired of watching me try stuff on and wanted me to pick something already, but they didn’t understand. This was my wedding, and I wanted my dress to tell the world who I was, not only as a person, but as the future Empress of Ilamanthe. My dress would be the topic of conversation throughout the empire for years to come, so it had to be just right.
“I think I may have a solution,”
Grandmother offered. “Though it’s only an option. I won’t be upset if you say no.”
I was intrigued. “Where is it?”
“In my sewing room. We can go there now, if you wish.”
“Okay!”
I balanced Perky Peter on my lap and attempted to wheel forward clumsily. It tottered off and bounced on the ground.
Grandmother rolled her eyes. “I am not allowing you to accompany me to my room while you are in possession of that obscene object.”
“Come on! Everyone should see how grand he is!”
I objected.
She narrowed her eyes. “Leave it, Ava.”
I grumbled, but propped Perky Peter against a wall and promised him I’d be back later. My friends followed me to my grandmother’s suite, which was a few halls down from the Ladies’ Court. When we stepped inside her quarters, my grandfather was at the kitchen table, hunched over a group of artifacts. He waved, and I suppressed a giggle. It was a missed opportunity my grandfather hadn’t seen me carry in a six-foot blow-up dick. He probably would’ve fallen on the floor.
“Here it is,”
Grandmother said as we entered her sewing room, and she turned on the lights. “What do you think?”
I was in complete awe. On a dress form in the middle of the room was the most spectacular ball gown. It was ballerina pink, sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline, a tulle corset with silk ties, and layers upon layers of a full, poofy skirt. Rhinestones, pearls and silver gems decorated the front of the dress, making the entire gown shimmer.
It was stunning on the dress form. I couldn’t imagine how it would look on me.
“I was making it as a graduation present. It’s one of the few things we took from Kinpago before we left,”
Grandmother said. “But perhaps it’s meant for your wedding instead.”
“It’s pink!”
Kallie exclaimed.
“It’s perfect!”
I gushed. I wheeled myself toward the dress and caressed my hands over the poofy skirt. “Oh, thank you, Grandmother. I couldn’t have imagined a more stunning gown.”
“It’s certainly fit for a princess,”
Abigail agreed.
“Do you think the Elves will care about the color?”
Ivy worried. “It’s far from traditional.”
Kallie scoffed. “Ava could wear a paper bag to her wedding and the Elves would worship her for reinventing style. She can do no wrong by them.”
“Definitely,”
I agreed. “White’s not my color, anyway.”
“Yeah, we all know you ain’t no virgin,”
Ivy teased.
I circled the dress, looking it over. I put a hand to my chin. “Well, the dress is almost perfect.”
“What does it need?”
Grandmother asked, already grabbing a notepad and pencil.
“Well… I’ve been reading about tactile wedding dresses,”
I confessed. “They’re gowns for brides who are marrying blind spouses. These dresses usually have more textures to them than regular wedding dresses.”
It was one of the reasons I’d been having such a hard time finding a dress. I wanted something Charlie could see in his own way, not something everyone else would love. He was my groom. I wanted to look pretty for him more than anyone else.
“We’ll add a skirt with a raised texture pattern, a few embroidered flowers, and more beading on the bodice, and alter it so it fits your chair properly,”
Grandmother suggested. “If we get your mother’s help, and ask the Elvish seamstresses to step in, this dress can be altered and ready by your wedding day. We’ll have your first fitting tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much, Grandmother.”
I reached out to hug her. “I can’t believe you made this just for me.”
“Of course, my dear,”
Grandmother said, stroking my hair. “Anything for your special day. Ancestors know I won’t allow my granddaughter to get married in anything but the best.”
I spent the rest of the night goofing off with my friends in the Ladies’ Court. We didn’t go to bed until almost two in the morning. We all crashed in one of the attached suites, which had a ton of beds in it. I fell asleep holding the blow-up dick, because I loved it that much.
I woke up a couple of hours later, when everything was still dark. I hadn’t meant to, but my earlier idea had gotten me so excited I guess it was hard for me to stay asleep.
The other girls were still out of it. I smiled. Time to put my plan into motion.
I got into my chair, then silently rolled out of the room and down the hallway to an isolated bedroom in the Ladies’ Court where nobody was around. I shut the door, locked it, and pulled myself onto the bed.
One of my bridesmaids had given me a vibrator as a gag gift, but the joke was on them, because I was going to use it. I turned it on, grabbed my phone, pressed record, and slipped the vibrator under my panties. I made sure to put my phone by my mouth and be as loud as I dared.
When I was done, I saved the recording to a file, attached it to a text message, then sent it to Charlie.
I could barely contain my excitement. When Charlie woke up, he was going to get a big surprise.
The moment I woke up the next morning, I felt Charlie prodding at my mind.
Come see me when you’re ready.
He was my dom and I always obeyed him, but he gave me permission to come when I was ready, so I wasn’t going to show up until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore. I smiled and giddily buried my face in the pillows.
I wasn’t going to go running his way, that was for sure. I could edge him, too. I took my time enjoying a late brunch with my friends, gossip over lattes and a bit of shopping in town before I finally moseyed my way back to our bedroom by one o’clock. Oberi remained at the Ladies’ Court to sunbathe, promising me she’d be back later.
I’d barely rolled in our bedroom door before Charlie grabbed me. He lifted me into his arms, spinning me around the room before he growled, “I leave you alone for one night and you send me a recording of you getting yourself off?”
“Uh-huh.”
I looped my arms around his neck and asked, “What are you going to do about it?”
His tone darkened as he said, “You’re supposed to come when I call.”
“You didn’t give me a specific time, so how was I supposed to know? I came eventually.”
“And you’re gonna come again.”
He carried me through the mirror that led to the Sanctuary, and when I saw what waited inside, it gave me a thrill.
In an open area by the bed there was a sling hanging from the ceiling, suspended on several anchors. It had a spinning swing seat, as well as adjustable straps that had fabric cuffs for the legs and ankles.
A sex swing. Now we were talking.
He spent all that time this morning that I’d used to make him wait setting up the room. I could only imagine what he had planned on doing to me.
He threw me on the bed, then went tearing off my clothes without any further conversation. My breath raced as he slipped me into a lace lingerie set. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination— the bra was a strappy underbust band, with tiny triangles that barely covered my nipples, and the panties were sheer, a double-strapped waistband with a thong-cut back. I might as well not be wearing anything at all, and that was just fine by me.
He was more unrestrained than he usually was, tossing me around as he dressed me like his personal doll, and I was enjoying it. There was no time to be gentle or romantic, because all either of us wanted right now was to be rough.
Once I was dressed, Charlie put me down in the swing, then immediately went to fasten the cuffs. He velcroed two cuffs around my ankles before reaching out for a nearby rope and tying my wrists together. Once they were bound, he fastened them into a larger singular cuff and pulled tight.
“You need to slow down. You’re still recovering.”
I didn’t want him to push it and end up overexerting himself.
“I’m well enough to do this, trust me. That little recording of yours made sure of that,”
he said roughly. “Lean back.”
He didn’t give me a choice, because he pushed my shoulders backward. The swing adjusted, and I felt completely weightless as I laid backward, the seat and the cuffs supporting my weight as I was suspended from the ceiling.
Charlie got down on his knees and immediately planted his face between my legs. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his tongue on my core, and I gasped in extreme pleasure. His tongue on my apex instantly made me breathless, and wanting more.
As the feelings within me welled, Charlie suddenly stopped. He got up, going to the dresser I wasn’t allowed to touch. I nearly whined, but he grabbed a vibrator that was a similar shape and size as he was. He inserted the toy as he continued to massage my clit with his tongue, and ancestors, I couldn’t understand why it felt so damn good right now. I don’t think it ever had before, and we’d had some pretty incredible nights.
“You act like you don’t turn me on and drive me crazy,”
Charlie said as he tasted me. “Why are you such a bad girl?”
I couldn’t respond. I was already too far into delirium. I found myself crying out with small whimpers, and Charlie breathed, “Make those sounds, pidge. Just like you did last night.”
My head lolled, and my breasts heaved as I gasped for air. He kept edging me, getting me to the brink just before I was about to come, then he backed off— again and again.