Her chest rose up and down, my mind flashing back to her fight earlier that day.  I didn’t think it was possible, but seeing her fight better than my friends turned me on.  Groaning, an erect cock greeting me.  What the hell was she doing to me?  I wanted to take her now, but she had to be a virgin until she was married.  Just another night, right?  The nurse came in, lifting off the blanket.  A nasty bruise was beginning to form, the nurse turning towards me. 

“She will be fine, your majesty.” She assured me softly, my intense stare scaring her. “We stopped it in time with a black potion brought by the sweetest little girl.  Your fiance is lucky that the village loves her, except for the old man of course.  They are just so happy that the Priestess is back.  Also her blessing has made so no goblins or anything evil can get in.  Thank you for picking her to be your bride.  The prophecy will be fulfilled now.”  She turned to leave, my hand grabbing her arm. 

“What prophecy?” I queried oddly, a nervous smile spreading on her lips.  Sighing deeply, she shook her head, a strand of blond hair falling out of her bun.  The white nurse uniform's hem was at her knees, her petite form shaking like a leaf. 

“That the day the emperor, and the priestess get married and produce an heir the world will experience peace.” She stammered anxiously, gripping the clipboard in her hands tighter. “But first a war will start.  At least both lovers live in this version.”  Running off before I could scare her more, her eyes fluttered open.  

“Hey, jerkface.” She whispered playfully, pulling me onto the hospital bed. “Can you lay with me until the morning?  I love it when your strong arms are around me.”  A soft blush rose to my cheeks, her bruised body shivering.  Cold sweat drenched her skin, a feverish glow taking over her face. 

“Are you okay?” I asked sweetly, a death glare greeting me. “Is there anything I can do?”  Her soft skin pressed against mine, a weak smile dimming her beauty.  

“I will be fine.” She replied gently, grazing her lips against the nape of my neck. “I am just in demon heat.  Only a few more hours right?  Can you touch me like you did before? I need you so bad.  Can you make me cum?”  Lust filled her eyes, her hand sliding my fingers into her slit.  She was wet, her juices soaking my hand.  Her fangs stuck out just so, my fingers twirling around her swollen clit.   

“Dragon!” She called out lustfully, shivers shooting up my spine.  I loved hearing my nickname being called out in her sexy voice.  Stopping me, she sat on my face.  Damn she was my type for sure.  Horny, and sweet. Unzipping my pants, her sweet lips wrapped around my hard cock.  Twitching with pleasure over me, ecstasy was dazing my brain.  Hate her, no love her.  My head kept passing between the two.  She sucked harder, her fangs brushing the side just so.  Unable to contain myself anymore, my hot load exploded from my tip and down her throat.  Collapsing next to me, the urge to mark her as mine raged inside of me.  

“Can I give you a hickey?” I pleaded oddly, her eyes lighting up. “I really want to mark you as mine.”  A thoughtful look flashed in her eyes, a goofy grin lighting up her face.  A pregnant pause passed, her fever passing for now.  The warm sense of relief washed over me, her slender hands moving her hair away from her neck.  

“Only if I get to mark you.” She growled huskily, crawling on top of me. “That way no one else can have us but us, ‘kay.”  Shuddering with pleasure, my lips brush the nape of her neck.  Sucking hard, goosebumps rose on my neck. Her fangs sinking into my skin, the sound of her sucking my blood making me hard again.  Sitting back, she sat on her haunches.  Looking away shamefully, a thought rang out in my head. 

“Stupid, I am so stupid.” She uttered in disbelief, the tone tearing my heart apart. “He must hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you.” I announced out loud, the orange ways of the morning sun beginning to rise. “It turned me on, and I-” The door burst open, my trembling hands zipping up my zipper.  The seamstress cleared her throat sternly, Alice smiling warmly at her.  Crossing her hands, her thin lips pressed together in judgment. 

“I am coming, mood killer.” Alice grumbled irritably, her blue silk gown rustling as she followed behind the cranky old lady. “See you soon, Dragon.”  Hearing her say that made me groan out in pleasure, her form getting smaller in the distance.  The silence didn’t last long, my friends Johnny and Jimmy bursting in.  

“You have that glow, bro!” Jimmy teased, messing with his filthy suit. “Did you just enjoy your last night of freedom with another lady?”  Shooting him a death glare, he stepped back.  How dare he suggest that I would be unfaithful to Alice! Johnny leaned against the wall, his pristine condition polar opposite to his brother.  

“I am afraid he only likes the one and only Ary.” He taunted smugly, dusting off his suit. “They spent last night together, isn’t that true Dragon?”  Scarlet burned my cheeks, knowing exactly just what he was suggesting.  Ignoring his comment, both of their green eyes twinkled with excitement at finding a weak point within me.  Swinging my feet over the bed, my dress shoes clicked past them. 

“Unlike you I have a fine woman to marry, so get ready.” I bragged precariously, watching their jealous eyes watching me. “Go get ready, the wedding is in another hour.”  Groaning to themselves, they ran off.  Sprinting down the hall, my body smashed into my fathers.  We needed to stop doing this, a playful look twinkling in his eyes.  A red box sat in his palms, sadness washing over me.   It was my mother’s wedding ring, the box creaking as I opened it.  The fine silver twisted like vines, a single pearl sitting in a bead of diamonds.  

“I want her to wear this.” He said, tears wetting his eyes. “I want you to love her no matter what.  I don’t need to tell you that a war is imminent, and I probably won’t make it out this time.  How about we celebrate today!  It is a happy occasion after all.”  Looking around, I embraced him tightly.  Pleasant surprise widened his eyes, the sadness evaporating from his eyes.  

“Thank you so much.” I stammered awkwardly, letting him go. “I know I am a dick all of the time, but I just want you to know that I love you.”  Tears flooded from his cheeks, his white suit unsettling me.  Usually he wore green, and only green. 

“It is customary for the father of the groom to wear white remember.” He reminded me gently, patting me on the shoulder. “Now go get dressed, you have a beautiful lady waiting for you.  You are so lucky.  You two remind me of your mother and I.”  A butler cleared his throat, a garment bag in his hands.  Following him, I was ready in a few minutes.  My eyes fell on the clock, the white tuxedo hugging my body.  Forty minutes still remained, my nerves eating away at me.  A knock on the door interrupting me, Ary’s head popping in.  Turning away from her, she passed me a berry pastry. 

“Some food will settle your stomach.” She stuttered, my bare hands wrapping around hers. “I am wearing a robe so you can’t see anything.  You can look.”  A white silk robe drifted over her body, a smiling face greeting mine.  My heart skipped a beat, her porcelain face painted to perfection.  Breaking it in half, I gave her a piece.  White roses lined her side braid, her simple look making her look more angelic than demonic.    

“Miss, he can’t see you.” A servant called out, her swift hand slamming the door shut behind her.  The click of the lock let us be alone for a few moments, my heart pounding away.  Feeding her half to me, our faces blushed bright red.  

“You need to eat too.” I growled hungrily, feeding her a bite of mine. “Are you ready to be mine?”  Before she could answer, the door fell to the floor as the seamstress burst into the room.  Grabbing her by the collar, she pulled her out of the room.  

“What do I have to do to keep you two off of each other?” She snapped icily, a single white rose drifting from her hair to my feet.  Picking it up, my friends glanced at the door and then me.  Wicked grins darkened their faces, chuckles tumbling from their lips.  

“Luck is in your favor, the wedding is now.” Jimmy teased lightly, tucking the rose in my pocket. “Go get your woman.  Thanks for breakfast.” He snatched the pastry from my mouth, and swallowed it whole.  A growl from my stomach made us all laugh, my feet clicking down the hall. A golden rug led the pathway to the priest who was sitting at the  golden ceremony table, the village sat on one side, my family on the other.  The villagers looked thrilled while my family looked miserable.  My father dragged me to the ceremony table, a sad smile on his face. 

“I remember this day like it was yesterday.” He blubbered, tears streaming down his face. “Thank you for finally getting married.  I thought I was going to die before I saw this day.”  Messing with his crown, the golden dragon swirling around his head glinted in the morning light.  Behind us was the image of the Goddess of Light, her blue robes flowing over her petite body.  Blue eyes stared down at me, the organ beginning to play.  A niece of mine tossed white rose petals as my father ran to the double doors of the church, my friends and their current girlfriends marching down the aisle.  Shooting me a thumbs up, they stood next to me.  Everyone stood up, my breath hitching.  The redness of her hair stood out against the white roses in her hair, the white trumpet dress hugging her hourglass figure perfectly.  Her horns looked beautiful in the light, her black lips curling into a loving smile.  My father hooked his arm around her elbow, her beautiful face soon across from mine.  Clearing his throat, the priest opened up his book.  His words never reached my ears until the words I used to dread hearing. 

“Do you Jameson Dumont take Alice Hithero to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He asked gently, all eyes on me.  A lump formed in my throat, his golden robes swaying in a random breeze.  She shot me a warm smile, her hands taking mine.  She mouthed that it was going to be okay.  

“I do.” I announced proudly, my family groaning in disapproval.  Not caring, I slid my mother’s ring onto her finger.  Tears welled up in my eyes, my mind telling me not to do this.  She repeated her vows like the perfect woman she was, her eyes never leaving mine. 

“Do you Alice Hithero take Jameson Dumont to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked gently, my heart hammering out of my chest.  Looking out at the crowd, her body trembled.  The feverish glow returned to her face, cold sweat dripping off of her brow.  Her heat had returned, her thighs rubbing together. 

“I do.” She blurted out, lust ripe in her voice.  Her trembling hands slid the golden dragon ring onto my finger.  Wincing in pain, her eyes looked at the priest.  The red wine splashed into the golden dragon cup, the old man seeming to take forever.  

“Drink from the cup of wine, and you will be one.” He declared to the crowd and us, passing me the cup.  The wine was sweet as it passed my lips, her shaking hands taking it.  Sipping a small bit, the priest took the cup away.  

“You may now kiss the bride.” He announced cheerfully, her fever beginning to affect me.  Our lips pressed together feverishly, the villagers cheering while my family booed.  My father shot them with his death glare, weak clapping on their side. Pulling me out of the church, she pulled us into a linen closet.  

“There is an hour until the reception.  I need you now.” She moaned hungrily, ripping off my tuxedo. “Take off my dress please and make me your wife officially.”  A sly grin danced across my face, the zipper going down with ease.  My cock grew hard at the sight of her lack of undergarments, her body was that perfect.  Pinning me to the ground, her tail swirled around.  Sliding down on to me, she was wet.  Riding up and down, she bit her lip so as to not make any noise.  I didn’t care, flipping her over.  Putting her legs against my shoulders, she tried to cover her mouth.  

“Be as loud as you want to be,  future empress.” I moaned pleasurably, shoving it in. “You are in charge now.” Oh boy did she scream, my tip rubbing against her g-spot.  Gripping the fluffy towels, her fangs stuck out just so. Jolts of ecstasy shot up my body, her hands playing with my balls.

“Dragon!” She screamed louder than before, my neck throbbing where she bit me. “I am about to cum, cum with me!”  My hot seed filled her up, collapsing next to her, fever fading away.  Resting her head on my chest, her fingers traced my muscular chest.  She was glowing, her heat apparently over.  

“May we do this later?” I pleaded huskily, her lips kissing all of my body.  A real smile flashed in my direction, the door beginning to open.  Gathering up our clothes, she pressed her body against mine in the darkest corner.  A servant walked in and gathered ten towels, our hearts beating faster.  The door slammed shut, my dick getting hard again.  Shaking her head, she was sliding into her wedding dress.  

“Not now, dragon.” She mused, fixing my shaggy hair. “We must look presentable for your kingdom.  Get dressed, and I plan on taking you again tonight.  I am a woman with needs after all.”  Grumbling to myself, I could have spent my whole life with her in this closet.  Putting on my tuxedo, she turned her back to me.  Zipping her up, she left the closet first.  Waiting ten minutes, I ran into my father as I left the closet. 

“You couldn’t even wait until after the reception.” He chastised me in a hushed tone, pulling me to the side. “Do you know how hard it was to keep everyone away from this hallway!”  Rolling my eyes, I didn’t care.  She was mine, and mine alone.

“You said you needed an heir, didn't you?” I teased lightly, brushing past him. “Besides, she initiated.  She was in heat and in an intense amount of pain.  She needed to feel better.  Besides, no one knows any better.  Look at her.”  Like always, she was talking to people like we just didn’t do anything. 

“If I didn’t know any better, you are head over heels over her.” He taunted sarcastically, pressing his hand on my shoulder. “At least get the fluff off of your shoulder.”  Dusting me off and straightening my suit, he ran his hand through his hair.  Ary ran up to me, my arms pulling her close to my chest.  She was mine and only mine.