Chapter 25

Fox

"You're doing well," I softly reassure Helga. I should have warned her about drinking the blood. It's too late now, and thankfully she didn't vomit. I take the chalice and say, "Goddess of home, you have guided our souls to find one another across the galaxy. We always promise to walk in your light and not stray into the darkness."I finish the cup with our mixed blood in it and hand it back to Axl.

Then I take out my marriage bracelets. Before today, I hadn't seen these in decades. Of course, I remembered what they looked like, but I never understood why I chose them until I saw them again. Unlike most marriage bracelets, these are more ornate and have light blue stones embedded in them. Stones that match Helga's eyes and the lightest blue in the dress she's wearing. I take in her whole appearance and can't help but think everything is how it's supposed to be in the galaxy.

I present the bracelets to Helga. "They aren't genetically coded to us yet, so they're merely symbolic right now."

She seems unperturbed by this, which sets me at ease. An Alliance woman would definitely have been disappointed I hadn't considered this before saving her from Gala.

I take Helga's left hand and slide the bracelet onto her wrist. "Madame Helga Wagner from Munich, I pledge my life, passion, and honor to you in wedlock."

Then I hand my marriage bracelet to her. She takes it and puts it on my left wrist. "Commander Fox of the Alliance Empire, I accept your pledge and promise you my life, love, and honor in wedlock."

Of course there is no tightening of the bracelets because they aren't coded to us yet. So I say, "Now we consummate our marriage."

Helga's cheeks flush just as the overhead lights go out, and Anna, Lev, and Axl light white candles to add a more romantic atmosphere to the dining hall.

"Where are we supposed to do this?" she asks me, looking around. "I'm not having sex on the table we all eat on."

"Of course not," I say. "Normally, there's a special bench, but we don't have that. So I thought we'd do it standing up."

"Standing up?" she asks me incredulously.

"If you're worried I can't hold you for that long, don't worry, I can. You don't weigh that much. First, I'll begin with you on my shoulders, your thighs on either side of my head, my mouth directly on your wet woolly bits."

"Stop. We're really going to do this here?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Now," I reply, and realize she's likely just had a burst of adrenaline to do it, so I don't waste any time. I pick her up just as I said I would, making sure I'm under her long skirt, and she straddles me, her sex in front of my face, inviting me to lick her. I hold her steady, my mouth on her sex, with my hands on each butt cheek, then I begin licking and sucking her most private parts. The skirt of her dress is unfortunately covering me, but I know it'll be easier for Helga to orgasm if we do it this way, so I'm willingly giving up my pleasure in showing off how well I know her body already for her modesty.

It's not long before I bring Helga to climax. And I hold her tightly against my mouth as strongly as I can for her to ride out her orgasm. I don't want her to fall down if I lose my balance. My calves are beginning to strain, but I remind myself, I'll never have another marriage ceremony. And with that thought, I no longer feel any tension in my muscles. Only happiness in the burn of holding Helga. When I'm content she's settled again, I bring her down and set her on her feet, but I have to keep her steady for a second so she doesn't lose her balance. I'm proud that she's unstable from the orgasm. Then I say to her, "I have to lift your skirt as proof I fulfilled my role as your husband."

She looks out at our witnesses all watching us, white candles illuminating their faces. Then she turns back to me. She doesn't need to say anything. I understand. She's embarrassed.

I run my hand over her exposed shoulder and then say softly, "Undo my trousers, and I'll make you forget about anyone else watching us."

Helga only hesitates for a second before her soft hands find the fastening around my waist and loosen it. Then her hands tentatively find my penis and pull it out. She runs her small fingers along the ridges at the top, and I close my eyes. Her touch feels phenomenal and almost supernatural. Then, without further ado, I bunch up her skirt so that her sex and woolly bits are completely on display, glistening with desire, and pick her up by her underarms and sheathe myself within her.

Everything happens so fast, Helga lets out the sweetest sound of surprise and delight.

I didn't think she could feel better or tighter than she did a few hours ago, but I was wrong. As her body encircles mine, I feel like I'm pushing through new territory all over again. She's putting such enticing hot wet pressure all around my penis, I feel like if I move, I'll instantly orgasm, so I take some time not moving at all. When I've become accustomed enough to our connection, I move Helga up and down slowly, so as not to break this trance.

I wish I'd undone the top of her dress to free her breasts because they're hidden from me now. When I close my eyes, I replay in my mind's eye, her breasts so full and her pink nipples so sensitive to my touch. I look at the dress and doubt I can manage to pull her nipples out with my mouth alone. Later, I'll suck on those again , I promise myself.

As we continue, my body demands more from her, and I begin moving her small human form up and down faster and faster on me. She's so wet and soft. And making the most wonderful little sounds of sexual fulfillment. But I'm not surprised, it feels mind-blowing for me too. Not only the sex, but knowing I'm marrying my true other half. My Helga. And that this, this is my marriage ceremony.

Now I've reached the point where I need to push Helga up against the wall to increase my speed and strength, otherwise I'm not going to orgasm. I need to push into her faster and stronger. I move her over against the wall, still holding her under her arms, but now I can shift some of her weight for a better angle. Once she's in position, I instinctively move my hips swiftly and powerfully, plunging in and out of her inviting sex. In between her moans and other signs of appreciation, I orgasm hard into her vagina groaning with my own pleasure as semen shoots into her.

Just in case none of my witnesses thought my muscle spasms were enough evidence, when I move slightly to the side, I offer up the view of Helga's vagina expelling my excess semen even through her wooly bits. If she's embarrassed now, I can't tell because her cheeks are red from the sex.

When I release Helga and she's shakily standing on her own two feet again, she pushes her skirt down.

I kiss her on the top of her head. "It's done now, Wife. Thank you for allowing me to prove myself as a worthy husband."