Dark Passions: Dark Romance Boxed Set, page 63
Neenah perched nervously on the edge of the sofa, waiting for her hand maiden to bring Max’s parents into the room. Within a minute, they were entering the door and Max moved forward to shake his dad’s hand and hug his mother. He then introduced Neenah, and she stood as both his mother and father shook her hand.
“It is so nice to finally meet you Neenah,” said Max’s mother. “We have heard so much about you.”
‘I bet you have,’ thought Neenah.
The next couple of hours were spent with Max’s parents chatting with him about business and asking Neenah questions about Anthar and what it was like to grow up as a Princess and become a Queen. Neenah was pleasantly surprised at how Max’s parents were treating her. They did not seem bothered by the fact that Max originally bought her as a sex slave (she wondered if they were aware of the reasoning behind it) nor by her abduction.
Lunch was served and talk turned to the wedding and honeymoon plans. “Where are you taking her for your honeymoon?” Max’s mother asked.
“I can’t tell you that right now, Mom. It is a surprise for Neenah. I will fill you in later.”
The rest of the afternoon was spent in pleasant conversation and then his parents left with promises to see them at the wedding the following weekend. Neenah was very happy that his parents acted so accepting of her and hoped that they were not putting on an act to please their son.
“See, that was not so bad now, was it?” teased Max.
“I guess not. It went rather painlessly, I have to admit.”
The next seven days passed rather quickly, Neenah seeing to last minute wedding details and Max taking care of business and finalizing their honeymoon arrangements.
The morning of the wedding dawned bright and glorious, and Neenah was awakened by the sound of the buzzer. A few moments later, Nylia and Keera came rushing into the room, giggling and hollering, “Wake up, it’s your wedding day!!”
“What time is it?” Neenah groggily asked.
“It is almost nine, get up!” replied Keera.
Neenah rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to take a quick shower in order to get woke up. She strolled back into the bedroom a short time later, more alert and conscious of the fact that she was getting married today. Neenah’s hand maiden breezed into the room from the kitchen and informed them that breakfast was ready and that they had better hurry up and eat because the beauticians that were coming to do their hair would be there soon.
They rushed through breakfast and had just finished eating when the hand maiden entered the room, informing them that the beauticians had arrived. The next hour flew by as Nylia, Keera, and Neenah all got their hair styled. Neenah’s beautician went ahead and placed the veil so that it would not have to be done later, and she pinned it in place so that it would stay.
The women who were doing their make-up arrived next and took care of that aspect, making sure that all three women’s natural beauty was enhanced and not covered up by what they applied. Afterwards, they gathered up their dresses and accessories and headed out to the launch pad to shoot off to the wedding location.
The wedding was being held in a beautiful church that was hundreds of years old. An anteroom up at the front was where Neenah and her maids would finish preparations. Neenah’s hand maiden was waiting to help her put on her wedding gown. It was a stunning gown, fabric of white silk. It featured exquisite Schiffli lace on the bodice, skirt, and short cap sleeves. The bodice was heavily embellished with pearls and sequins and displayed a modified sweet heart neckline.
The slightly dropped waistline and the hemline had a classy scalloped edge. The full A-line skirt was covered with a gauzy chiffon overlay that was decorated with embroidered silver and gold roses and extended into a cathedral length train. Covered buttons accented the back of the dress from the bottom of the neckline to the end of the train. Her head piece was a magnificent tiara adorned with marquise shaped diamonds, elegantly swirled silver rhinestone design, and white pearls, which were paired with a fabulous two tier elbow length chiffon veil.
The bride’s maid’s dresses were also stunning in their own way, though obviously not as majestic as the bridal gown. The off the shoulder gown was made of deep blue velvet and had a draping A-line skirt with train detailing that gracefully puddled to the floor.
A flurry of activity surrounded Neenah as last minute preparations were taking place. Nylia was buttoning
Neenah’s dress and Keera was making adjustments to her veil. They looked at each other and nodded, knowing that it was time to give Neenah the wedding gift that they had bought her.
“Neenah, tradition says that on your wedding day, you should wear something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. You borrowed a handkerchief from Max, so that took care of old and borrowed, and we have something for you that will take care of the other two,” said Keera as she handed Neenah a box wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper.
“Oh, you guys, you did not have to do this!” cried Neenah.
“We know,” said Nylia, “but you did something nice for us and we wanted to do something nice for you in return. Besides, you are our friend and we love you.”
Neenah opened the box to find a spectacular set of topaz earrings and a matching necklace. “Oh wow, these are beautiful. Thank you so much!” said Neenah as she reached out to hug her two friends. Keera took the box from her and took out the necklace and then handed the box to Neenah so she could put on the earrings while Keera put the necklace on her.
One of the groom’s attendants knocked on the door to let them know that it was time to begin and that they needed to get in place for the processional. Neenah did not have a close family member, so she had asked her doctor to escort her down the aisle. She had become very fond of the little old man while he was taking care of her following her rescue, and she had come to think of him as the closest thing she had to a father. He grinned at her as she took her place beside him in the processional line.
“You look absolutely marvelous, little lady,” said the doctor. “If I was forty years younger, I would marry you myself.”
Neenah chuckled and placed a kiss on his wrinkled forehead. “You are just too sweet.”
Neenah drew in a shaky breath as the processional music began. The past year of her life had been filled with emotional upheaval with the attack of her planet and her subsequent selling into slavery and then her abduction by the Droigoird and the rescue by Max, but she felt that she had come full circle. She was about to marry a wonderful man and one that she loved very much. She was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him.
The ceremony went off without a hitch and many of those attending said that it was the most beautiful wedding that they had ever attended. The media representatives were there in full force, every one wanting the story of the Queen who became a slave and then the wife of one of the richest and most eligible bachelors in several galaxies not to mention also wanting pictures and video of the majestic couple’s nuptials.
Chapter Ten
The reception was filled with good food, drink, and lots of dancing as the drinks lowered inhibitions. Nylia and Keera both headed to the bathroom to freshen up. “You know Keera, one disadvantage to not being a slave anymore is not having a thick cock to fuck me regularly.”
“Tell me about it!” agreed Keera. “Toys just do not do the job. I am so desperate for a warm blood filled dick that I am about to go nuts.”
“Some of Max’s groomsmen were really cute and hot. Do you know anything about any of them?”
“Well, I do know that the two that I think are the sexiest are both single.”
“Get out! Really? Well, how about we go get them a drink and pull them out onto the dance floor for a little bit of the hot mamba?”
“Sounds good to me, let’s go!”
Nylia and Keera hunted down their two targets at the groomsmen’s table and dragged them onto the dance floor. As they did the bump and grind against each other, Keera could feel her dance partner’s cock become harder each time she rubbed against him. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled his ear down to her mouth and whispered, “How about we go find somewhere that is a little bit more private?”
“My thoughts exactly,” her companion agreed, and they walked off the dance floor in search of a secluded spot.
Nylia was also having good luck in that department and managed to get her dance partner all hot and bothered. Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her from the dance floor.
“I think this is a good spot,” said Keera’s stud in a husky voice as he led her into what looked like a storeroom. He pushed a chair under the doorknob so they would not be disturbed and then grabbed Keera in a tight embrace, attacking her mouth with his own as he kissed her passionately. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor in a heap.
“Oh, fuck, you were ready for action, weren’t you?” asked the stud when he saw that underneath the dress she was wearing only stockings and her high heeled shoes. He pushed her back against a stack of boxes, his hands roaming over her hot body. Tongues danced as he pressed his mouth possessively against hers, while his hands found her small but perky breasts. His fingers played her nipples like a guitar, plucking and strumming them until they stood erect and stiff, aching for more.
Guttural moans spewed forth from Keera’s throat as he continued to possess her mouth with his tongue. One hand remained on her breast, plucking and teasing the nipple as the other headed south to her aching wet pussy.
They groaned simultaneously as he pushed a finger inside, her juices coating it. She bucked her hips against his finger as he fucked her, adding a second finger and then a third as his mouth traced down her throat and to her breast, taking a stiff nipple into his damp mouth and sucking vigorously. He pulled his fingers from her sodden pussy and slid them up to her already swollen clit, circling it and causing it to stand out even further from its hood.
The teasing was more than Keera could bear and she begged him for what she needed. “Please, fuck me. I need your big hard dick inside me right now!” she demanded as she unfastened his pants and yanked them down past his hips.
He grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her up against him, impaling her on his thick cock with one furious thrust. Keera held him by the shoulders and clung to him as he ravished her. The feeling of his huge cock ramming inside of her sent Keera over the edge and she bit his shoulder to muffle her screams as the orgasm ripped through her body.
A throaty snarl escaped his mouth as he slammed his cock deep into her sodden pussy, shooting streams of cum deep into her womb. After he regained his senses, he sat Keera on top of the stack of boxes and pushed her knees to her chest. Leaning down, he began to lick and suck the cum from her pussy. The sensations of his tongue lapping against her clit and pushing into her pussy to draw out the cum was enough to bring another orgasm crashing through her.
Satisfied that he had licked her clean, the stud stood up, pulled up his pants and helped Keera down from the boxes and back into her dress. Before they slipped back into the darkened reception room, the stud leaned over and gently kissed her. “Thank you,” was all that he said as he opened the door and slipped out into the hall.
Meanwhile, Nylia and her man found an unused ball room and rushed over towards a corner so they would not be seen right away if someone was entering the room. Nylia pushed him down into a chair and knelt before him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his semi hard cock. She licked his shaft, from the base to the tip, flicking the head with her tongue before circling around it.
She repeated this maneuver twice because she knew that it was a sure fire way to get a man hard and she was right, after that, his cock was standing at full attention. She plunged her mouth down over his rod, engulfing the bulbous head and half of his shaft into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled and licked as she vigorously sucked his hard cock, his groans filling the room. His cock left her mouth with a pop as she stood up and hiked up her dress.
Straddling him, she speared herself with his cock, driving him inside her hot depths. She rode him like he was a bucking bronco, furiously slamming down onto his cock. Reaching between their still clothed bodies, she slid her finger between her pussy lips, finding her clit and stroking it. He pulled the top of her dress down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, causing hot sparks to shoot through her belly, stirring the flame that was already burning hotly in her pussy. He gripped her ass, aiding her in the wild ride. Her fingers furiously stroked her clit, and as she plunged downwards, forcing his cock deep insider her pussy, she exploded in white hot passion.
As she orgasmed, her pussy clenched against his cock, enveloping it in a tight wet embrace and he thrust up into her, adding his cum to her juices. They sat locked in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, recovering from the throes of their passion before they got up and rearranged their clothing. Nylia’s stud asked how he could reach her in the future, for he was entranced by this fiery beauty and her raw sexuality. Nylia gave him the information and then they went back to the reception at separate times so as to not arouse suspicion.
The two couples’ absence had not gone unnoticed by Neenah and when Nylia and Keera joined her at the bride’s table, she teased them about their activities.
“Sheesh, you two, couldn’t you have at least waited until after the reception?” Neenah ribbed.
Keera blushed and Nylia just laughed and said that her hormones were in over drive and did not allow her to wait another second.
“I know what you mean,” quipped Neenah. “I have been counting the days until this wedding. It is funny. I never knew anything about sex until Max brought me here and in a short space of time, my body learned how good it felt and now, it feels like I am going through withdrawal.”
“You mean to tell me that during all these months that you and Max have shared an apartment, that you have not been having sex?” Nylia asked incredulously
“Nope, we have not been having sex, not even once since my training ended. You know that he never intended to use me for a sex slave any way, and the only reason that I had to go through training was to prevent problems from you two and his business associates.”
“I know, but still, I would have thought after the two of you fell in love that you would have been sleeping together,” said Nylia.
“Well, Max did not want me to feel like I was being used for sex and to be honest, I had no clue how to approach him and tell him that I wanted it.”
“Good grief Neenah, all you had to do was tell the man you were horny. That would have been enough motivation for him to topple you into bed,” ragged Nylia.
“I know, I know, but that seems so crude. I guess I still have a little bit of self-consciousness to overcome. I know that around Max I should be comfortable enough to say anything to him, but I am still having difficulties with that in the sex department. Any other topic, I am fine with and can tell him my thoughts, but for some reason, not sex.”
“Well girl, you had better get comfortable with it right quick since your honeymoon starts tonight!” said Keera. “If you are going to thoroughly enjoy yourself, you have to be able to be the aggressor if he is not taking care of your needs. Remember, you are no longer his sex slave to boss around, you have as much say and control over what happens in the bed room as he does.”
“I will try to remember that. I have a feeling that if things get wild enough, my hormones my override my sense and my inhibitions might just go out the window.”
“That would probably be for the best. Inhibitions have no place in the bed room. Make up a chant if you have to: ‘I will not stay quiet if I need something. I will lose control if I feel like it. I will be an animal if the mood hits me.’ Say whatever it takes to shake loose of that self-consciousness,” advised Nylia.
Neenah giggled, “I can just see myself standing in front of the mirror chanting ‘Be an animal, let loose’ while Max is calling from the bed room wanting to know what is taking so long.”
Nylia and Keera laughed as the both imagined the scene that Neenah had described.
“What are you ladies over here giggling about?” asked Max as he walked up to the table.
“Oh, just girl stuff,” said Neenah as peals of laughter echoed around the table.
“Well, I hate to drag you away from the laugh fest sweetheart, but it is time for us to go.”
Neenah rose from the table, and the crowd gathered around as she and Max prepared to leave for their honeymoon. They still had two things that had to be taken care of before they left though, the throwing of the bridal bouquet and the garter.
The unmarried ladies gathered as Neenah turned around and brought the second bouquet, the one bought to be thrown, over her shoulder, sending it sailing through the air behind her. A scuffle broke out as the bouquet landed smack dab in the middle of the throng of unmarried ladies. A victorious shout rang out as Nylia emerged from the tangle of arms and legs holding aloft the bouquet.
A chair was brought for Neenah to sit in, and Max knelt in front of her and reached under her dress, grabbed the garter, and slid it down her leg and over her shoe. Neenah stood back up as the group of unmarried guys assembled a few feet away from Max. He hooked the garter on one finger, and pulling back on one end of it, shot it like a rubber band across the room. Arms reached in the air as the garter soared over fingertips until one hand that was stretched a bit higher than the others snagged it out of the air. The lucky gent was none other than the stud that had sneaked away to a secluded spot with Nylia earlier during the reception.
The wedding guests all rushed out to the exit so that they could shower the bride and groom with the traditional white rice as they headed out to the waiting launch.
