The Sorceress Bride (Causeway / Starbrightkisses)

Continuing to thrust into her, the Stygian grunted, "I have everything I want, and now I'm enjoying it!" His words were broken, and it was evident that he was rapidly approaching an orgasm. His thrusting was growing more and more erratic, and the hands that gripped her reddened ass cheeks were shaking.

He finally hilted her, thrusting his cock all the way inside, so that his head pushed past the sensitive area and filled her rectum completely. With a loud yell, he burst, squirting unnaturally warm cream deep into her belly. As he came, her skin suddenly lit up, as red runes matching the ones glowing on his body appeared all over hers. Their light was not constant, pulsing in time with every glob of supernatural seed ejaculated into her body.

As he became more rough and eager with her she screamed out loud, as he filled her arse he made his cock slide deeper inside of her so far that she could feel the warmth from his seed. It coated her insides and made her feel all slick and wet, but when she looked down between her thighs, she was glowing. It was the same red ruin marks that was on his body that had been transfered to her ass, pussy, thighs, legs, and even her stomach.

She gasped with wide eyes and then whipped her head around the back of her shoulder, glaring hard at him as her tone was hard and sounding accusing. "What did you do to me, you bastard!?" She pushed him away from her from behind her, his cock sliding out of her ass when she stood and turned to face him fully. "Answer me."

"I've marked you as my own," he said, his cock dripping excess seed onto the floor. "Do not worry, it is only visible to witches such as yourself, and magical beings such as I. Your precious husband will never see them." Even as he spoke, the markings began to fade, as his seed began leaking out of her anus.

"Now, I am finished for the evening." He reached out, and grabbed her by her bright curls. He tossed her out of the chamber, and she landed hard on her ass on the cold stone floor. "Until next time, witch-slut," he said, and slammed the door.

She was furious when she heard that he had marked her as her own, she stood straight and turned on her heels as fast as her bare feet would allow facing him as she narrowed her eyes at him, her sapphire eyes fierce with anger as her hands balled up.

"Let's get one thing straight here, I summoned you, I did not marry you. I married my husband, the King! I do not belong to anyone but Alaric."

She took a step back as he neared her, grabbing her by her vibrant fiery red auburn curls, suddenly the door opened and she was flung across the secret room and into the secret hall leading to her chambers. Her ass hitting the hard stone wood floor made her yelp out and begin to tear up from the sheer pain of it all. The rough fucking he had given her, not caring that her ass was a virgin, then being tossed to the floor like a rag doll, she had enough.

With tears in her eyes the sorceress stood tall, walking over to the creature with the poise and grace of a Queen, but she was so much more. She lifted her hand and smacked his beautiful face. "You understand one thing and you understand it clearly, it was I who awoken you and your powers. ME! If it were not for that, or me finding that room," she pointed to the room he tossed her from. "You would still be asleep for eternity in there. I do not regret the deal that we made, it saved my husband, but I will demand respect for if not for me you wouldn't be free again. Remember that!"

(I think maybe since she's being defiant to the creature, just to show her, after a time with her husband when she's good and comfortable he kills him to show her she belongs to him now)

Only the silence answered her; the Stygian was gone, returned to the ether from whence it had come, leaving the queen alone, nude, in the secret corridor, semen dripping out of her anus.

Slowly she walked down the corridor, limping from the anal invasion. When she returned to her room, Alaric was still fast asleep, a content smile on his face.

(Permanently, or just a demonstration of his power?)

(Up to you)

When the Queen returned to see Alaric sleeping, she smiled, the throbbing pain of her arse hole worth it just to see his sleeping smile, and how peaceful he was. She hurried across the room, trying to he quiet as she wiped herself clean with the smallclothes that had been placed out for her to sleep in by the servants.

Tossing them to the floor once she had wiped herself dry and all remnants from the creature off of her. She slowly climbed back into the royal bed and slipped under the furs naked. She turned to face her husband and draped an arm around him as she closed her eyes, he moved slightly but she pretended to still be asleep, then she scooted closer to the love of her life and smiled.[/b]

Still asleep, Alaric wrapped an arm around his love. "Calista," he murmured in his sleep.

The next morning, Alaric awoke to a bright new day, the peacefully slumbering nude form of his wife laying next to him. Today was a big day; Calista would be coronated as Queen, and take her rightful place at his side. He ran his fingers over her hip, then leaned forward to kiss her on the nipple.

Calistah had been asleep soundly, still tired and sore from the night before, her arse cheeks starting to show a light tanned color from the bruise that was starting to form from the fall onto the stone floor. When she felt Alaric's fingers trace her side she smiled, though her eyes were still closed. "A few more minutes please." She mumbled under her breath as she turned into the pillow. Then she felt his lips over her soft pink nipples.

Instantly, it hardened by the warmth of his tongue, and she gasped and moaned out. Taking her head out of the pillow to look at her husband who was sucking her pebbled nipple. What the creature has said about everytime she shared in her husband's flesh, that she would be sharing the creatures as well. She had to think fast.

A soft light giggle left her lips as she smiled, and playfully poked at his arm, pushing slightly at him but not off of her, after all if he wanted her he could take her twice before anyone entered the room. "My love, we have a coronation to attend, unless you no longer want a Queen any longer." She smirked, knowing that he would always want her as she would want him, always.

Alaric stopped, and smiled. "That was just my way... of saying good morning. Did you have a pleasant evening?" His words were completely innocuous, not knowing of what events had transpired the night before.

Alaric stood, and soon the servants came in to dress them. There was one man and two women; the more elaborate dress Calista would be wearing for the coronation required a bit more effort to get into than the elegant if more simply cut clothing Alaric would be wearing.

Tabitha and Isabelle were Calista's two personal servants, five years older than her, having been with her since she was a young girl. They were also her two most trusted friends, privy to her most secrets; save for her magic. Aside that, they were responsible for some of her most private tasks, such as trimming the hair between her legs.

"Well I must say that I do love the way you say good morning my love." She blinked her long lashes seductively at her husband, to show her appreciation for him as he climbed out of the bed and asked about her night and if she had slept good. She froze and slowly looked up into his face to see if he knew anything but he showed no sign of knowing anything had been up so she slowly smiled and nodded her head. "It was a fine night."

She stood out of the bed, bringing the sheets with her as she wrapped them around her pale body. "What I liked most about last night though, if I must say so myself, was the love that we made and being held in your arms." Just then the servers walked in to tend to both the king and Queen's needs.

Tabitha and Isabelle both smiled and said their good mornings to both the king and queen to be, "Good morrow, your grace, Calistah." Both women busied theirselves to dress her. "Calistah you must be very excited, today is the big day you become Queen of all the land." She smiled and looked at Alaric with blazing eyes. "I was excited to he his wife, that was my big day, this is just a day that I begin my life with him as his wife. And so far I'm loving it."

She pushed all of the nights activities out of her head, for the sake of her husband and of course the land. Ready for everything that was to come for the day. Thinking hard as they dressed both.

"Oh, I would bet," Isabelle said in her accented voice, as she began to lace up the back of the queen's corset. "I believe that you will make an excellent queen. And King Alaric? He is... Well, pardon me for saying, but he is quite the man, no?"

Tabitha was less circumspect. "Well, how was your night?" She said as she fastened Calista's stockings to her garter belt.

She smiled as she listened to the women and their chatter, being dutiful and answering their probing questions but she kept her eyes on the King and wore the biggest and proudest of smiles. "I thank you for that, I was quite nervous about becoming a queen, but my Ric tells me that I will do great and shouldn't worry. So I'm going to do as he suggested and not worry one bit about it."

She held her breath as they laced up her corset, her hands holding onto the big pole bed posts for support against the yanking and lacing of the strings. Calistah blushed a deep red and nodded at the question about the King being quite a man, she tucked a loose curl that had fallen in her face behind her ear as she giggled.

"He is quite the man, indeed."

She used the women now for support in staying upwards as she pushed her legs through the stockings, tensing slightly when they asked her about her night. She closed her eyes and steadied her breath before straightening up with a smile, the demon's face flashed through her mind as she started to lightly sweat as her breath caught and she felt her knees going weak.

She placed a hand over her bosom, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took, she cleared her throat and smiled. "My night was exciting and new, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world." She smiled and looked into the younger of the two women's eyes. "Could you bring me a little water? My nerves have gotten the better of me I fear. I guess that is what being Queen means, right?"

"Oh, you shouldn't worry," Isabelle said as she poured her sovereign and friend a glass of water. "Everyone in the kingdom has the utmost confidence in your abilities." Tabitha nodded in approval, and Callie was once more struck with how much faith her people had in her.

The girls put the last finishing touches on the dress, and Calista turned to look into the full-length mirror. While yesterday, she had looked beautiful, the paragon of a royal bride, today she looked positively regal and inspiring. It was hard to believe that the woman in the mirror was the same woman, such respect she seemed to command.

She was speechless when she gazed at herself in the mirror, her breath had caught as she gasped softly, her fingertips gently brushing against the fabric of her dress. She pinched the end of one of her curls and gave it a tug, it straightened out, but as soon as she let it go it bounced back up and took its shape once again.

"This is me."

She had said it in the tone of a question, but it had been more of a statement to herself, she had looked the part. A true queen stood before her and reflected back at her from the mirror. She was trembling from being so nervous before, but when she seen how she had looked all her worries had faded away.

I am the Queen now, there is no more room for error. she thought to herself silently as she looked at her two handmaids and trusted friends, even they didn't know her magical secret though. Noone had known that much about her, she never allowed it. "I am ready now." She smiled and waited to be escorted out the chamber room and down to the throne room where the court would be.

Taking his wife by the hand, Alaric led her out to the Great Hall. There was much fanfare, and the blowing of trumpets. After the usual rituals and customs, full of pomp and pageantry, Calistah knelt before the High Priest, who then anointed her head with holy water, and place the crown upon her.

"Long Live the Queen!" They began to chant.

She had lost all her trembles as they walked down the corridors together hand in hand, when they got through everything and it was time for her to kneel and accept the crown and responsibilities as the Queen she smiled and did as Alaric had done a long time ago. She thought she would have been nervous for this, but her wedding day was more nerve wrecking it seemed.

The high priest placed the crown on her head and she lifted to both feet, slowly turning as the crowd began to cheer and chant Long live the Queen, making her blush slightly and smile. She lifted her hand and waved, nodding slightly, careful to not drop the crown. She looked over at Alaric with teary eyes and smiled as she took his hand into hers and squeezed gently. She turned back to their people and raised her hand to quiet the crowd.

"Thank you everyone, I am honored to be your Queen, and I promise to be a just and dutiful one to all of you. Now if you please join us for a feast, it would please King Alaric and I." She smiled over at him and winked, moving closer to his side as she wrapped her arm around his midsection. Placing her chin on his shoulder, she whispered in his ear, fingers brushing through his hair softly.

"I have got to be the happiest woman alive."

All assembled applaud their new queen, Alaric included. Then the feast begins, a more stately and refined affair compared to the wedding celebration the evening before. Fine wine and champagne are toasted, roasted beef and pork is sampled alongside delicate cakes, and troupes of entertainers recite poems and epics of times past for the indulgence of the crowd, all the while stringed instruments are played in the gallery.

As the night grows on, Alaric reaches out to take the hand of his wife and queen, gently stroking it. He hopes she feels as he does.

She was loving all of the benefits to being her Ric's queen, the elegant dresses and the praise from their people was already beginning to spoil her. As she tasted and had a little of every course passed around, she listened to the entertainment provided with sparking blue eyes and a wide bright smile across her lips.

As time passes by and Alaric had reached across the table to take her hand into his, she smiled and laced her fingers in the empty spaces between his. She leaned in and whispered only loud enough for his ear to hear her words, as she lifted her free hand to cup it in front of her lips so no one could read them.

"It is getting late my love, shall we call it a night and excuse ourselves for the evening?" She straightened back in her chair, letting the king make the announcement that they would be retiring for the evening though their guests wouldn't clear out until much later when the food and drink had been consumed and all the entertainers had performed their pieces.

"Indeed," Alaric said, eager for a repeat of the night before. He excused both of them from the dinner, informing the servants that they would be retiring for the evening.

He asked Calista if she would have a bottle of fine champagne brought from the cellar, while he himself attended to their chambers. He changed from his regalia to something more comfortable, specifically a silk robe, and lit the candles.

Calistah had nodded at the request of her husband, making her way down to the cellar to retrieve a bottle of wine for her and Alaric to consume. She wondered why he hadn't just asked one of the servants to do this, but shrugged and fetched it anyway. Making her way back up the stairs and heading to their chambers.

She walked into the candlelit room and gasped, looking around at everything he had done to make the room romantically set up for her. She covered her lips with a hand and smiled as she twirled around to look at everything, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Ric, it is so wonderful and romantic."

Alaric took the champagne bottle from her, and opened it, being careful to keep the cork from flying. He poured the bubbly sweet liquid into two fluted crystal glasses, giving one to his wife. "To us," he said, offering the toast, "and to our many, happy children." With that, he drank the sweet liquid, motioning for Cali to sit on his lap.

Cali watched as her husband filled the two flute glasses with the wine after opening it, smiling brightly as her eyes glistened as it caught the dancing flame of the candles. She smiled brightly and took her glass clinking the rim of it against his before she went and sat on his lap as he motioned her to.

She slid an arm around his neck and pressed her lips against his cheek in a soft kiss, the smacking sound from the kiss echoed through out the room and she giggled. Nuzzling her nose against his neck as she whispered out. "I love being your wife, Ric, and I can't wait until I give you little babies to spoil rotten."

"Well then," he whispered into her ear, reaching up to begin unlacing the front of her corset, "would you feel like... putting some more effort into it? I seem to recall you enjoyed it quite well last night..."

As he drained his champagne, he slowly unlaced her bodice, revealing ever more of her deep, inviting, glistening cleavage, its smooth surface beginning to be disrupted by goosebumps as she shivered.

"Hmmm." She pretended to think about his request of giving it another go at love making, though she didn't need to think about it for one second, she already knew her answer before he had even finished asking it. Commenting on how much she had enjoyed it last night making her blush before she nodded. "I think I would."

She rested her forehead against his and lightly pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. When she pulled back to finish her wine, her corset had been unlaced even more. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink and she sat her crystal glass next to his on the table beside the bed. She wiggled her arse while sitting in his lap, her fingers racing to undo the bottoms on the front of his shirt.

"In fact, I would demand it if you weren't giving it so freely."

She nipped at the bottom lip with her teeth gently, but rough enough to show her playful minx side. When she had undone all the buttons and gotten his shirt opened, she yanked it down and off his arms to reveal his bare skin. Then she kissed his neck and then his shoulder, then moving to kiss his muscled pecks as her fingers glided down his shoulders and down his arms. She kicked off her shoes, sending them flying across the room as she licked at his feverish warm skin. "Oh Ric, I need to feel you inside me."

Alaric kissed back, his heart skipping a beat as she nibbled his lip. "My, aren't we a hungry one tonight?" he said, one hand sliding over her rump as she wiggled it in his lap, the other pulling aside her bodice to once more bare her ample bosoms. He leaned in close, feeling her nipples pressing into the skin of his chest, and inhaled deeply her perfumed hair as she kissed his neck.

Reclining, he tilted his head back as she begun to plant kisses down the front of his chest. "My love, ever since last night, I have longed to enter you once more..."