“Are you okay?” Emma asked, genuinely concerned.
“Yes, oh yes. I was just thinking, it’s like I’m joining your family.”
“It’s not ‘like’ you are, you are,” she says firmly, “I’m only sorry our parents couldn’t have made it back up. They would love you.”
“You think so?”
“Of course,” she said, giving me a comforting hug, instantly making me feel better.
It seemed so big but was all really happening. I hadn’t really spoken to my parents since I was sixteen and was an only child, mostly due to their general hatred of kids. By going from Krystal Jinkens to Krystal Clavis, it felt like I’d finally found a home.
“Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I said, wiping away a tear.
“Let’s do this.”
With Emma for support, I made it from the upstairs bedroom down to the door that went out to the walkway. Jayden stood like a regal prince beneath the portable flower arch, set up on his familial lands, waiting to make me his wife.
“Good luck,” Lorelai said, giving me a hug.
“Thanks, hey where are the girls?” I asked, noticing her lack of babies.
“I thought they could use some quality time with their daddy.”
“Isn’t he dressed as a monk?” I asked.
“I know, we’ve already taken several pictures,” Lorelai grinned.
I didn’t recognize Clarence at first despite the fact I was the one who designed his squire outfit.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yup,” I half answered and half gulped.
He crooked his arm toward me and led me out onto the makeshift aisle set up between the folding chairs in the vineyard. Clarence was leading me toward my destiny with Emma, Lorelai, and Mary forming a perfect triangle behind me.
The ceremony itself was something of a blur. The whirl of emotions blended it all into one beautiful explosion of joy as we recited our self-written vows. Jayden didn’t end up wearing the helmet, which made it easier for him to lift my veil and give me our first kiss as husband and wife.
The vineyard was set up with twinkle lights making the place look like a fairy land as we all headed back to the main hall in the gathering dark for the reception. A tradition which we also did our own way. The speeches were pretty brief, limited to Clarence and Emma, both of them sticking mostly to the positive. But Clarence still got a few good-natured jabs in. Then, it was time for the first dance. Jayden guided me gracefully around the space made by the circle of tables, my dress pluming out like the cap of a mushroom with every turn and spin. Everyone applauded when the song ended. Tired but pleased, Jayden brought me back to the head table and we fed each other wedding cake as our costumed guests reveled.
As the night wore one and the stars came out, the guests began to trickle away, eventually leaving us to our own devices.
I could feel it even through the layers of material. The feeling of Jayden stroking my thighs was unmistakable.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Guiding me up to my feet, my new husband scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to the new master bedroom we’d built. He carried me right through the threshold, making me feel like a princess.
“Hold still,” he said after setting me down by the bed.
I held perfectly still as he undid the back of my dress, taking down the outer layer. Taking the time and trouble to hang it in the closet, he started at the other layers. Soon enough, I was down to my corset and stockings, which I’d worn without bra or panties.
With some help from me, Jayden shed his armor, giving me the full glory of his body, including his rock hard cock. Acting on pure instinct, I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke, unable to keep my hands off of him. Taking my tits in both hands he gently massaged them as we kissed.
Working his way down until he was kneeling in front of me, Jayden took me gently but firmly by my hips as he buried his face into my pussy and ate me out like a starving man. His hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders were the only things keeping me upright, my head spinning and my legs shaking from the pleasure coursing through me. His beautiful tongue serviced my desperate pussy until I was nearly screaming with blissful climax.
He held me tight as I quivered with orgasm then eased me down onto the bed, stroking my pussy and kissing me as I recovered.
“I love you,” I blurted, overcome with emotion.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
Slowly, I regained my equilibrium, starting to feel like I might actually be able to stand again. It never ceased to amaze me the wonderful things that Jayden could do to my body.