A Royal Wedding

(Do not read this chapter if you are under the age of 18. This contains detailed descriptions of sex, and some sort of kinky stuff.)

Vaggie watched the red city pass her by as they crossed the barrier between the pride ring and the transpiration station. Parking the carriage outside Charlie took Vaggie’s hand in hers and walked into the golden building.

Vaggie had done some research on this when she first arrived. It was usually only hellborns who could move between the rings. But as Charlie had told her being a Morningstar gave her a free pass.

Charlie had her arm linked with Vaggie, nuzzling her neck as they went down in the elevator. It was an odd feeling. Meer munities passed and they were in a different ring. The feeling of going down felt no different to a normal elevator though.

“How are we getting to your house here?” The woman with silver white hair asked her wife.

“I hired a taxi!” The blonde explained cheerfully. It would have been more romantic if they were able to ride the carriage the entire way to the palace, like in a fairytale. Oh well.

Charlie spent the hour long taxi drive telling the driver all about their wedding, even though he couldn’t care less.

“My favourite moment in the party, was a tie between every time we kissed.” The woman held her wife close.

“That’s very sweet hon.” The angel had her shoulder rested on Charlie’s shoulder.

Charlie paid the driver far more then necessary when the two of them exited the car. “You are going to love the sloth ring Vaggie!”

“I’m sure I will.” The woman was more focused on her beautiful wife then the time they would spend here.

“There is this great tattoo artist that lives not far from here. I think we should get matching tattoos!” The blonde chirped.

Vaggie nodded her head. “I would love to do that hon.” She had always wanted to get a matching tattoo with Charlie, maybe two hearts, one golden one purple. Or maybe an appel with angel wings.

The palace was a lot quieter than any other Morningstar properties as they rarly came there. Justa few servants cleaning the place up.

“I’ll show you around tomorrow, but it’s getting a little late so we should go to sleep.” Charlie didn’t want to mention anything explicit in front of the servants. Not like it would stop them from hearing but still.

“Right.” Vaggie blushed.

The two newlyweds entered the large honeymoon suite. The bed was shaped like a heart and covered in rose petals. Vaggie was still in her full wedding gown attire, but removed the larger veil and lay it to the side. To reveal the shorter one she had hidden underneath.

Charlie sat down next to her on the bed and took her hands in hers. Pulling her in for a gentle kiss. Vaggie wrapped her arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. The smaller woman’s tongue moved out of her mouth slightly so she could trace Charlie’s bottom lip. Charlie immediately opened her mouth and allowed the tongue inside, a small sigh of delight leaving her as she did so.

The blonde woman pulled away staring at the thin line of saliva that connected their tounges.

“Are you ready to make love?” The tall woman asked as she cupped her cheek.

“Yes, are you? You’re not too tiered right?” Vaggie asked just to make sure.

“I’m never too tiered for you, yes of course I’m ready.” The woman booped her on the nose.