Chapter 20
The wedding was held on the rooftop garden of Sanctuary South, surrounded by statues of beautiful women with silk nooses around their necks–our teleportation network.
The city wasn’t open yet, but a few hundred civilians and demons had already moved in.
On the human side, we had a mix of merchants and nobles who wanted the first-mover advantage of living in a new city.
Slaves we had freed and other less fortunate people from the slums of the Capital had homes in Sanctuary as well.
In terms of demons, the majority of those were merchants, though a few of my high-profile demon clients had bought homes as well.
Abby couldn’t immediately tell me if the Borja Bukkake phenomenon could repeat itself outside of the dungeon or if it posed any danger to our critical barrier.
Until she could, I made it a point to avoid running into horny demon queens.
If they wanted me, they had to meet me in the Borja boss room like always.
Despite this burgeoning population, the city was far from busy. Making my wedding with Penny and Solara a relatively private affair.
We invited Purity’s family, but none of them came.
The aftershocks of our lovely family dinner still reverberated, it seemed, but that was probably for the best. That meant every guest was a member of the Silk.
Though our membership was over 200 now, that many followers were rarely in the same place at the same time.
They all had their own lives and schedules, and the urge to party never hit every single member all at once.
But if you did feel like partying, you could always find at least a few accomplices.
My treasures loved an excuse to dress up, so each of them was dolled up in their own way, wearing the most expensive gowns and dresses available.
Cici and the demon sisters were among them.
They wore the least fabric of anyone present, but for beings who existed naked the majority of their lives, a bikini was a lot of coverage.
Purity and Solara weren’t interested in traditional wedding dresses.
Both of them walked down the aisle with an arm hooked in mine, hidden beneath long white veils and carrying white tulips.
They wore permanent gold silk chokers and white lace underwear.
Purity had her abyssal wings on full display and chose a cute pair of boy shorts that accentuated her ass.
Solara went with a white thong, and that did wonders for how her ass looked as well. I’d never be able to pick a favorite.
High Priestess Yuni met us on a small stage. She stood to the side while Solara and Purity faced each other, with me standing in between them. We all held hands.
When we got to the vows, we said them in unison: “One life is not enough for our love. I pledge myself to you and to us, a vow I will carry into eternity. May we still be together when time itself stops, and everything ceases to be.”
We kissed. The audience cheered and clapped.
When our lips separated, I pulled our foreheads together so no one could hear us speak. I handed Purity and Solara each a golden ball about the size and texture of a grape.
“One life is not enough,” I repeated and triggered Touch of Abyssal Undeath.
Wings of white silk burst from Solara’s back, unfurling in a brilliant, shimmering display.
At the same time, black abyssal scales began at the base of Purity’s skull and flowed down her back, forming a river of shiny black all the way to her tailbone.
Smiling, Purity and Solara ate their grapes.
My first undead wives. They were wise investments from the start, and now I could grow those returns far into the future.
From there, we celebrated in typical Silk fashion: rampant hedonism enhanced by too much alcohol and dangerous levels of dreamdust and distilled debauchery.
Due to the aforementioned hedonism, the gowns and dresses didn’t stay on for long.
Once one pair of girls kissed passionately, their hands exploring, it wasn’t long until other girls were inspired to do the same.
Distilled debauchery was an exceptional beverage.
It had a slightly sweet taste akin to a rosé wine, and it stung like vodka.
A single drink of distilled debauchery filled your body with a feeling akin to a post-sex afterglow.
I say “like” because the refractory period was usually a wind-down or a pause in the madness, a time when you were noticeably less horny.
Distilled debauchery gave you the afterglow but didn’t lower your horniness.
The opposite, actually. Your inhibitions went down, and the pleasure you felt from physical touch was amplified.
A second drink of distilled debauchery was like your brain getting a slow blowjob on top of all the other wonderful effects. A third added the sensation of floating on a cloud.
I had high hopes for distilled debauchery sales in Sanctuary South, and the wedding reception pushed them higher.
Purity’s one wedding request spurred another sort of fun for the wedding reception. I had to burn 2,500,000 DP to make it possible, but if anyone in my party deserved a special reward, it was my archpriestess. So I spent them.
Besides, her idea was pretty good.
As you may recall, an orgasm wraith triggers a climax upon touch, and Purity learned an ability recently that enabled her to summon one.
She summoned one, and I added it to the dungeon core–hence the DP expense–and then spawned several of them.
With the Basic Soldier Intelligence upgrade, they followed simple commands.
Purity wanted orgasm wraiths at the reception, and she requested everyone wear enchanted glasses. These glasses were Cursed Truesight. Where plain old Truesight was useful for seeing invisible creatures and other hidden oddities, Cursed Truesight made you see less.
So no one at the reception knew where the orgasm wraiths were.
A trio of young things could be enjoying cake and a conversation, and just before the next bite, an orgasm wraith floated through.
At least one of the girls would moan involuntarily, and they leaned on one another to ride out the wave of pleasure.
In some cases, a second orgasm wraith wasn’t far behind.
My archpriestess was correct. Orgasm wraiths were an excellent addition to a party and well worth the 2.5 million DP they cost to add to the dungeon core.
I caught Invia and Ashley getting touched by the wraiths on purpose.
Since they couldn’t see them, they watched for new victims suddenly climaxing and then hustled to their sides, hoping to catch the wraith before it moved too far along.
Solara pushed Purity into an orgasm wraith on three separate occasions.
The first one looked like an accident, but by the third, the sorceress couldn't help squeezing her own breast and reaching between her legs as she watched Purity erupt with pleasure.
Solara’s wedding request was to have a pair of glasses that looked like they were enchanted but weren’t. She wanted to be able to see the wraiths moving about the party. In the Silk, you get whatever you want, so Solara got her fake glasses.
I had to agree that her idea was a good one. Watching her masterfully maneuver Purity into the path of a wraith while making it look completely unintentional was an art in itself. I would have to remember this party game. I quite enjoyed it.
My castle, covered in my naked women, in my city.
If Brenin hadn’t died, he would still be in Borja, crossing his fingers that a promotion was coming soon.
Until it did, he would go home to that shit apartment or meet his dad for a cup of tea and listen to conspiracy theories.
If Brenin were still alive, he would never believe that this was possible, especially for him.
This kind of life was implausible for anyone, really.
Anyone but Byron.
I would soon blow my load in the material plane and then use my still-throbbing boner to fuck the heavens. I could do anything I wanted and have anything I wanted.
“Purity,” I said via her telepathy. “Would my beautiful wives like to retire with me?”
“Please. We have a request, though.”
“Name it.”
“Can we bring a few toys with us?”
I had to admit, I was curious about where this was going. “Anything you want. I’ll meet you there.”
My new wives threaded through the throng of followers as though they were at a market, casually picking apples, and selected 8 to take along. They took their favorites through the teleporter to my bedroom. In a blink, they were high above us, looking over all of Sanctuary South.
Invia came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Her breasts pressed into my back, and her dark hair tickled my neck when she leaned forward to whisper.
“May we say our vows next?” she asked. Her fingers slipped down my pants, her manicured nails scratching me as she gently glided to my sword.
“Are you ready to say them?”
“Mmhmm. I know how I want to say them, too. It will be quite a bit… different from this, though.”
“I knew it would be,” I replied.
She cupped my balls with one hand and gripped my shaft with the other. “I promise it will be more memorable than the fun you have tonight.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“But I want it to be,” Invia said. “So it is, right? You know I like to be competitive. It motivates me.”
“Very well. I need to go judge the first entry to see what you’re up against.”
“I can control your mind, you know.”
I chuckled. “Yeah?”
“You’ll be powerless to stop me.”
“I’m intrigued,” I said.
“When you finish in or on your new wives, I want you to picture my face smashed into the dirt and my ass up, waiting for your cock.”