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I thank them, before making my way to Doryn. Finally.
He’s never been more handsome, also naked by Rath’s throne. I note we’re the only ones not adorned with any clothing. I remember the person I used to be. She would have blushed. I walk faster until I finally reach the altar erected before the throne.
Rath stands. “Caldoryn, son of night,” he says, before looking at me. “Estella, daughter of stars, we celebrate you and witness your union.”
“From this day until my last, I am yours and call you mine,” Doryn vows.
Something flutters inside me. “Until you last?” I tilt my head. “No, that wasn’t the deal.”
He shakes his head in amusement.
“From this day until the end of days, I am yours and call you mine,” I echo.
He kisses me before Rath confirms he’s witnessed our union. I don’t think either of us cares about the sanctity of this moment. It is ours.
The crowd assembled explodes in applauds as Doryn lifts me over the altar, never leaving my mouth as he thrusts inside me.
All around us, there’s music, and dancing, and songs. I think I recognize Alrion’s voice rising above all others, enchanting the wild court as my husband fucks me, and I beg for more, more, more.
I can’t count how many times I come, but it’s never enough.
Doryn explodes inside me again, before withdrawing and kissing my bare breast.
“Please, more.” I can’t decide what’s come over me. The magic of this court, or my wedding, or the light of the stars, or simply the blood still running in my veins, demands I stay right here on this white stone surface, with my legs parted, being filled and touched and released.
Doryn growls.
“Vess,” he calls out loud. “Rath, Silver, Lark—fucking everyone. Your queen wants to be fucked, I believe.”
I do. By all the gods, I do.
Rath is the first to settle between my thighs and ram into me, while Silver climbs over the altar and licks my breasts. I watch Vessorian settle between her legs and fuck her from behind, her mouth never leaving my skin. Then I watch my husband climb behind his advisor and slam into him while Vess keeps rutting Silver. Lark kisses me.
All around us, people have shed their clothing and begun to emulate us, taken by the same magic demanding I let go of all semblance of civilization and give into the beast I truly am under the skin.
“Alrion,” I whisper, suddenly aware of something missing. I want him with us too, celebrating this moment. It’s his place. Right by our side, now until the end of the time. “Alrion.” This time it’s a demand.
My friend appears, somewhat bashful, holding his cock in his grasp. I tilt my head back over the altar and open my mouth, wordlessly bidding him to fuck it. And he does.
It’s a real orgy, and the start of a new area, where I no longer deny all my desires, sinful as they may be.
I am a goddess, and I will be worshipped.
* * *
Autumn is a court like I've never seen, wilder than anywhere in Nyxar or Allea. A dozen folk and fiends, immortals and ephemeral creatures alive just for a night dance, sing, and make love in the moonlight, never posing the question whether they should.
I understand then what Rath meant when he said Nyxar cannot truly be united. This place feels nothing like what I know of my kingdom. And yet, they celebrate us like we're kin, long-lost cousins whose presence they value.I'd like to think they'd have been the same even if my bride wasn't a bona fide goddess.
She walks to me naked and barefoot on the aisle of petals until we reach the pure, icy waterfall next to which we swear to one another. And then I make love to her as the crowd claps and screams, and fucks with us. The girl who let herself pretend she didn't enjoy public displays has disappeared. The goddess spreads her legs and demands I fuck her again. And again. By the fourth time, I know she wants far more than what I could give if I tried all night, so I invite Rath, and Alrion, and Silver, and Vess, and Lark to join us.
"Please, oh please," Estella begs.
I obey until we all pass out outside, skin sleek with sweat and worse.
Such was always our nature, but we embrace it in this strange province.
Kingdom.
"You're angling for the independence of your court," I tell Rath in the light of day as he hands me a cup of fresh liquid that tastes like water and feels like wine.
"I believe all the courts ought to have their independence, my king. Answering to your laws prevents them from giving into their nature. That doesn't mean we don't need unity, too." He shrugs. "Where my kind comes from, there are thirteen courts, each with their own customs and monarch. Those monarchs, in turn, all kneel to the high queen."
I would have been reluctant to even consider such a system, which seems to demand I let go of much of my control. I look at the woman still asleep between my friends.
"I could use some free time," I admit.“And high king does have a nice ring to it.”
After all, I have a queen with a ravenous appetite to satisfy, each day, each night, until the end of time.
The End
