Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 43: Long Is the Night for the Godless, part XIV Fel didn't know what to do or to think anymore. She felt sick, she was tired and most of all, she was terribly inebriated. After her conversation with Ishira, she had returned straight to her room in the tower and had been drinking like crazy. Fel had thrown every single person with white hair out of her room. The sight of them made her sick. After a while, she felt sick from the mead too. Everything Vargranian was repulsive to her. So she ordered Lau to search the castle for other drugs. Fel had no idea how her servant had done it, but when Lau returned she really had a good amount of dope in her hands. They probably used it as a medicinal herb in this castle. Lau also brought some high-proof alcohol. Really, what would Fel have done without her. Fel smoked and drank all night through. There was so much smoke in the room that Lau got high as well. Fel had some strange conversations both with Lau and with Azu that night. She wasn't able to remember any of it on the next morning. At some point, Virian came to Fel's room. They talked about something, then Fel kicked her out. Even later in the night, she came again and Fel didn't remember anymore what had happened afterwards. Without any sleep or time to recover, Fel was picked up by royal servants on the next morning. The girls wore surprisingly nice dresses and seemed to be in a festive mood. Fel had a terribly headache. "What do you want?" She asked with a hoarse voice. Her breath stank horribly. The girls still forced themselves to smile. "It is time, priestess. Everything is ready for your wedding." Fel scratched her head. Right. She was getting married today. But she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. "Listen... I'm not in that good of a mood today. Can't we just postpone the whole thing for... like a week?" At first, the servants laughed at what seemed to be a joke. When they realized that Fel was serious, they seemed to be quite shocked. "But t-that's impossible! Everyone in the whole castle is waiting for you!" Fel looked at them with tired eyes. She would've liked to shove her cock up these girls' asses until they screamed in pain. She grumbled. "Fine. Give me a fucking minute." Lau was able to provide the bucket just in time. Fel vomited in front of the startled servants until nothing but bile came out. Afterwards she felt better, but only a little. Definitely not in a state in which she wanted to attend her own marriage. "Azu. I need a shower." Azu looked at her master in concern. "The... the rough way?" Fel had already taken off her clothes. The servant girls stared at her perfect voluptuous body. Fel groaned. "The roughest way you have to offer." Azu nodded and gathered her magical powers. Then she hurled a big gust of water at Fel. Literally out of nowhere. The water was ice-cold and it was such a vast amount that every spot on Fel's body got wet. Fel screamed in pain and anger as the icy water hit her naked body. But it did it's job. Now Fel was wide awake. After Lau had helped her toweling down, she was ready to leave her room. But the servants still seemed to want something from her. "Ehm... excuse me, but... we've been wondering for a while... who will be your bridesmaids?" Fel grunted. She hadn't thought of this at all. Well, none of her sisters were around, so she had to improvise. Her eyes fell on Lau and Azu. "You two. Get up your lazy asses and..." Fel recalled something. "I mean... the honorable divine spirit and this girl will be my bridesmaids... Oh, and also get this other annoying girl..." Once again, Fel didn't remember her name. "Virian." Lau added. Exactly, that was what she was called. A little later, the four of them walked along a very long red carpet that was laid out across the castle's inner yard. On both sides of the carpet was a huge crowd of white-haired girls and women. All of them seemed to be in a festive mood. They cheered, applauded and threw a countless number of flowers. Soon, the carpet was completely covered up by the flowers. Fel and her three bridesmaids walked over a sea of colorful blossoms. It was quite an unusual group. Azu, Lau and Virian had been fitted out with really beautiful dark-blue dresses. Virian was constantly blushing and hardly dared to look up at the crowd around her. Quite the unusual behavior for the self-proclaimed fearless swordswoman. "Erm... I'm very thankful that you chose me for this job, master... but these kind of cute clothes really don't fit me... I think I would've been better off standing in the audience and cheering for you..." Lau seemed to be very self-conscious as well. She didn't mind wearing cute clothes, but ever since her face had been disfigured, she didn't like it when strangers were looking at her. Azu, who wore the child-sized version of the dark-blue dress seemed to be the only one who was indifferent to the crowd. It were just humans, after all. Of all the tasks that Fel had given her so far, this was definitely one of the easier ones. Fel wore her usual rough, shameless clothes. No one would ever get her into a dress, not even for her own wedding. Most people in the castle were laying their eyes on her for the first time now. Her tall stature and her incredible build made her quite the sight. And of course, she had a divine being on her side to boot. Fel surely looked like a great wife for the princess. But on the inside, Fel didn't feel all that great. She was still shivering from the cold water Azu had splashed onto her. The bright sunlight hurt her in the eyes. And she felt sick. The flowers' heavy scent didn't help at all. At several points on her way across the inner yard, she felt close to puking. Worse than Fel's health was her mental state. She couldn't find any joy in all these people cheering her on. All of this was an illusion, everything was false. All this people were deluded sheep, believing in their vain pride and superiority. While in reality, they were nothing but fucking pawns in the gruesome play of some black magician and her bitchy daughter. Fel would've liked to yell it into their happy faces. That their respected leader was a filthy half-demon, bred by the insane Ishira. That hell and its disciples had their tight grasp around this oh so pious castle. But what would happen if she did that? It was easy to imagine... there would be turmoil, revolution, massacre. Certainly, the lineage of Nergranian leaders would end. While Fel usually always enjoyed causing a stir, this time there were serious reasons against such a turn of events. The duchess Aremie-Valas had offered her to lead an army. A thing that Fel had dreamed of ever since she first had heard of the concept of war. She couldn't let this opportunity slip by so thoughtlessly. But it was still a pretty harsh blow to her pride to accept that this damn magician was sitting down there, laughing in her sleeve. And what made matters even worse was the fact that Fel was going to marry one of her very creations. A fucking half-demon. One of her mothers was some ancient Vargranian madwoman and the other one a lecherous whore from hell. Nice fucking choice for her mothers-in-law. Fel sighed. Let's get this shit over with. The carpet lead Fel to the entry of the castle's temple where the wedding was to be held. All important people were there, including Aremie-Valas and the priestess who was going to marry them. They were standing in an elevated place so that all people could watch the event. That damn two-headed duchess. Now that she knew what was being played, Fel felt nothing but contempt for this woman. She would've loved to go up there and cut off her fucking heads in front of her stupid followers. Fel would've been just in the mood to do so. Then her eyes fell on the group of people that were approaching the temple from a different direction. It were the princess and her bridesmaids. Other than Fel, Neryn had around twenty bridesmaids who wore cute bright pink dresses. Among them were her lovely little sisters Zeres and Zeil. Neryn's wedding dress was as white as her hair. Other than during their past meetings, the princess looked very graceful and dignified. Fel waited in front of the temple until the princess' convoy arrived. Then they stood in front of each other. Fel had to say, she was surprised. What she saw there wasn't the half-demon or the conceited princess who had been brought up by a two-headed monster. All of the previous brattiness, her arrogance and her open aversion towards Fel had vanished from Neryn's face. Rather, she looked very serious and collected. And, oh crazy goddesses, was she beautiful. Her boobs weren't the biggest and her build was really slender, but that just perfectly fitted her tender charm. Neryn's face was among the cutest Fel had seen during all of her travels. Until now, the princess had always been in some sort of rage when Fel had seen her. Even in this state, she had been pretty. But when she tried her best to look serious, her face was so cute that it instantly blew away all the negative feelings Fel held towards this marriage. "Aren't you beautiful..." Fel whispered in awe. Only the two of them could hear it. Neryn remained composed even when she heard that unexpected comment. She offered Fel her little hand. Fel took it and led her towards the priestess. It was an old woman with long wavy hair. As soon as the bridal pair had arrived, she began reciting an unnecessarily lengthy sermon. It seemed to last at least half an hour. Fel held her bride's hand throughout the entire ceremony. She had no idea whether this was according to customs, but she just felt like doing it. Still, she had a hard time standing still for so long. Several times, she yawned during the ceremony. She also felt like she had to fart, but she decided to hold it back at least once in her lifetime. At some points, two golden rings came up. Fel had seen weddings before. She knew that this meant that they were close to the ending. The priestess addressed Neryn. "Will you declare before the goddesses that you love this woman and that you will stay by her side in good times and in bad, until the end of all time?" The princess nodded. "I do." she said in a very low, but firm voice. The priestess turned to Fel and asked her the same thing. Fel was already pretty impatient by now. "What a question..." She barked at priestess. "I'd be a fucking idiot if I didn't marry this girl!" Not only the priestess and the bride were surprised by this frank answer. Also the crowd fell silent for a few moments. But then they started laughing. And with the laughing came applauding, came cheering and celebrating. For some reason, Fel's straightforward attitude seemed to be well received among this people. The priestess quickly regained her composure and put the rings on Fel's and Neryn's fingers. The cheering became even more ecstatic as Fel suddenly embraced her bride and kissed her on the mouth. It was a wild and passionate kiss. Although Neryn probably found it weird to do such a thing in front of the whole people, she kissed Fel back. Fel rubbed her crotch against her little wife's belly. She quickly got a raging hard-on. When she finally was ready to let go of her wife's mouth, drool was dropping from both their lips. Fel looked over the crowd. Never had she seen anything like this. She was used to people fearing her and calling her a scourge. But these women were really celebrating her. These people might've been sheeple, they might've all been deceived by an evil magician. But right now, they were Fel's own. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, Fel let go of Neryn's hand and in one swift staggering movement, she climbed onto the roof of the temple. From there, she could oversee all the people in the inner ward. There were even more than she had been able to see from her previous position. Fel stood with her legs apart and shouted. "Not only will I take this Vargranian princess as my wife and become part of your royal family! I will also lead this people to its victory against the enemies in Loogran! We will tear down their castle, stomp their heads into the ground and bath in their fucking blood!" She took a breath. "Soon... the dominance over the highlands will be ours again! And no one in the whole fucking world will be able to ever take it away from us!" The priestess, the duchess and Fel's newlywed wife looked up to her in disbelief. This woman was really unpredictable. But the people were crazy for her. Even after she had left the place, the cheering for Fel continued for a long time. When they were shouting "Hail Fel!" in unison, Aremie-Valas had to wonder whether it really had been a good idea to have this marriage... After that, Fel wanted to return to her room in the tower. But she found out that it had already been emptied. She was supposed to live in her wife's quarters now. The princess' rooms were quite impressive both in size and in furniture. In the past, Neryn had shared them with her sister Neyl, but since a year ago she had been living alone. After looking around for a while, Fel sat down on the big canopy bed. Obviously, it was meant for two people to sleep in. Neryn had probably shared it with her sister in the past. Fel was reminded of her own childhood when she had slept with her sister... Still somewhat euphoric from her own speech, Fel ordered a maid to bring her more alcohol. Several times, she was invited by people to join the festivities that followed the wedding. But Fel really wasn't in the mood for seeing in any people. Instead, she continued to drink on her own until she fell asleep on Neryn's bed. When she woke up late in the evening, Neryn was in the room. She had changed into a light nightdress. Fel somewhat regretted not being awake when she had changed. Something smelled really nice. Quite an unusual thing when Fel was around. Fel yawned. "How were the festivities?" Neryn looked at her. She still seemed to be a little surprised that Fel was talking to her in a friendly way. She shrugged her shoulders. "Everyone was asking where you had gone. I told them that you suddenly had felt sick." Well, that actually wasn't too far away from the truth. "Your servant told me that you haven't eaten yet today. So I brought you some leftovers from the festivities. I don't know why she told me to bring so much though..." Fel jumped up. She laid her eyes on a whole plate of meat-filled pastries and some big slices of cake. "Good girl..." She grinned and began stuffing the good stuff into her mouth. Neryn watched her wife eating in awe. The portions she usually ate herself were probably a tenth of the amount Fel was wolfing down right now. Then the princess sat down on the bed. "You did quite an outrageous thing today. But... you also said a very nice thing to me." Fel licked the last pieces of cake from her fingers. Then she smiled at her wife. "Want me to say them again... this time while we're both naked?" Neryn sighed. "You don't have to. It was nice, but... I know that you don't really mean it. You only marry me because it was mother's condition on giving you that sword, Aelgoth. Considering that I once said that it's not yours to take, it's pretty amazing how things turned out in the end." Fel didn't respond to the accusations. After a while, Neryn said: "And probably, you're really in love with someone else, aren't you?" Fel was surprised how sharp this girl was. She nodded. "I am, yes." Neryn didn't look too shocked. She had been preparing herself for this. "Who is it?" Fel was strangely impressed by this direct attitude of Neryn. "Her name is Loum. She's my half-sister. She lives in Vinder castle and..." - "Is she pretty?" Neryn interrupted her. Fel sighed and looked out of the window into the black night sky. "The prettiest girl in the whole wide world." Neryn nodded slowly. Her lower lip was shaking visibly. Apparently, she was close to crying. Fel looked back at her wife. "How about you? You were destined to marry your sister from the moment you were born. Aren't you in love with her?" Surprisingly, this question made Neryn smile again. She looked on the floor. Then she answered in a very low voice. "Not anymore. I used to be in love with her, yes. I was crazy for Neyl. I hardly ever thought of anyone else. But then she fell in love with someone else. And it ended up being the reason why she had to leave the castle. Neyl and me... We didn't exactly... part on good terms." Neryn's story reminded Fel of the situation between herself and her sister Shen. Fel suddenly stood up and walked over to Neryn. "You know what? All this shit doesn't matter. What happened in the past, who we're in love with or the reason why we married. It all doesn't change this one thing..." She stood in front of Neryn now. The princess seemed to be a little scared. They were alone. If Fel were to do something to her right now, there would be no one to help her. Fel raised her hand and gently stroked Neryn's cheek. "It doesn't change the fact that you're my cute little wife." Then she kissed her. It was a kiss full of affection and lust, picking up right where they had left off during the marriage ceremony. Fel gently rubbed her wife's shoulders while they kissed. When it finally ended, Fel grinned. "You can touch my boobs if you want, you know?" Neryn gulped when her eyes fell on the huge tits that Fel had placed right in front of her face. Her face was flushed. She seemed to be a little nervous. "Ehm... there's something I need to tell you, Fel... it probably won't please you..." Fel grunted. "What are you talking about? That your cock won't get hard?" Neryn's eyes became wide. The color of her face was now close to that of a tomato. She yelled. "How do you know about that?" Oops. Fel had blabbed too much. "Erh... Your mom told me before the marriage. Anyway, it's not such a fucking big deal, stop acting so embarrassed. As long as your asshole works fine, I'm pleased." Even if Fel told her so, Neryn couldn't stop blushing. Averting her eyes from her wife, she went on all fours and lifted her nightdress. She exposed not only her perfect butt, but also her surprisingly big flaccid penis. "Do... do you want to find out?" Fuck yes. Fel's cock couldn't have been more eager to take her newlywed wife's anal virginity...