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Yvon adjusted his tie as he stood in front of the mirror. Just outside of the groom suite he could hear the muffled happy murmurs of the wedding guests chatting amongst themselves and enjoying the complimentary wine as they waited for the ceremony to begin. With his tie fixed he pulled out a comb from his suit's breast pocket and began finely combing his dark hair. Through the mirror’s reflection he saw the door to the room slowly open as one of the venue’s attendants slipped inside.
“Sir,” the attendant spoke, “the ceremony is about to begin. Do you need assistance with anything?”
Yvon continued to fix his hair as he answered the attendant, not having the time to turn to address him. “Yes actually. I can’t seem to button my cuffs. You mind getting them for me?”
“Most certainly sir.” The attendant walked over to Yvon and guided his free hand down so that he could see it. He grabbed the cloth with the button hole with one hand as he slid the siler cuff link through the opening. “Your other hand sir.” Yvon swapped the comb to his left hand as he lowered his still unbuttoned right arm down towards the attendant. With the same swiftness and elegance as the first one he buttoned it up and released his hand. “Was that everything, sir?”
“It was.” Yvon slid his comb back into his breast pocket then turned around to face the attendant. The attendant nodded before pulling out a small stone with a glowing blue run engraved into it and informing the wedding planner that they were good to begin. Yvon and the attendant stood ready at the door, listening to the wedding guests gather in their seats as the priest began to preach. Yvon’s heart pounded in his chest as the anxiety and waiting slowly got to him. He knew he was doing the right thing but… it didn’t change the fact that he was nervous about the changes this would bring to his life from now onward. A message emitting from the attendants sending stone brought his mind back to the present as the attendant opened and held the door for him, signalling that it was time.
Yvon took a deep breath in and let out an extended exhale before stepping through the doorway and beginning his walk down the aisle. Piano music played as flower petals were tossed up in the air before him. He tried his best to stay focused on his current role in his own wedding ceremony but he could still catch glimpses of his guests out of the corner of his eyes. Some were elated, some were crying, some stared daggers at him, and some gave him a look that screamed ‘what a lucky bastard’. He approached the altar, bowing to the priest before taking his spot to the right of him.
“And now,” the priest’s soft voice bellowed across the temple’s hall, “the bride.”
From the back of the ceremony room, from the opposite side which Yvon had exited from, stepped out his wife to be. Her face was brimming with the most genuine smile he had ever seen across her face, accenting her short golden blonde hair which had been draped in a silk veil and decorated with white roses. Yvon felt his cheeks blush a deep red as he saw her wedding dress for the very first time. Or… more rather her white wedding lingerie which did little to cover her modesty as her wide birthing hips, plump thighs, and bountiful breasts were laid nearly bare for all to see. But she didn’t seem to care that eyes ogled her and people gasped at her depraved wedding outfit as she too made her way down the aisle. The piano played a tune almost as beautiful as she was as copious white rose petals were tossed up into the air before her, landing and mixing with the more colorful display of flower petals used for Yvon.
As Yvon watched her walk down the aisles he couldn’t help but recall everything that led up to this exact moment. Nearly 7 years ago Yvon had heard a knock on his door and when he answered it he was met by a confused elf woman with a pear shaped figure. She seemed lost and scared at the time so he let her inside to see if he could help. She told him that she didn’t recall much, only that this was the address of her dearest friend which seeing as Yvon had never seen this woman before in his entire life he thought she may have simply been mistaken. But as she spoke more, recalling what little events in her life she could remember and even calling Yvon by his name despite him never telling her his name Yvon slowly pieced together what had happened. This wasn’t some random woman wandering through the streets that had happened upon him, this was his long time friend Illithor! In fact, the woman before him eerily looked like a genderbent version of his friend, from their emerald green eyes to their blonde hair.
Turns out Illithor had been pursuing some shops down in the market district when a duel between two irate wizards broke out, causing chaos and destruction to everyone and everything around them. And poor Illithor had gotten the brunt of their wrath as many, many spells meant for the opposing wizards had struck him instead. Yvon took his friend to every cleric, enchanter, and master of the arcane that he could but they all told him the same thing. She was under the influence of so many spells that it was impossible to unweave them and turn her back to normal. This worried Yvon as his friend was now a corrupted shadow of his past self but this was her life now. They settled on calling her Lythera from now on and Yvon took her under his wing as she had nowhere else to go. Living with her and taking care of her allowed Yvon to discover first hand the many, many spells which afflicted Lythera. She was… dumber than before. Not child-like but she didn’t act like the college graduate that she was before she was transformed. Another apparent thing was her insatiable libido which Yvon discovered one night when he was awoken by her crawling atop of him while he slept. Even with buying her toys to satiate her lust she would constantly complain that it wasn’t enough, but Yvon just didn’t feel comfortable at the time indulging her nor with trusting someone else with her. And the last magical effect which became apparent as time marched onwards was that her bosom, which once was flat as a slab of granite, was growing and growing. Which is why on her wedding day she now sported two kegs of milk on her chest.
As she approached the altar she couldn’t contain herself anymore as she sprinted up to Yvon and threw her arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “Yvonny!~” Her chest pressed against his chest as she nuzzled her nose against his nose. She refused to let Yvon out of her embrace, forcing the priest to step to the side and address them as a unit.
“We have gathered her today…” The priest began reading their rites of marriage as Yvon found himself staring into Lythera’s glimmering green eyes. He hadn’t imagined that this is how his life would turn out but here he was. He had already been taking care of her as he was trained on and eventually given his family business, a lucrative merchant company which moved goods throughout the lands, so it wasn’t like it was anything new nor something he couldn’t afford. And… well, Lythera wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and had shown when paired with her heightened libido she would try and hook up with any and all men who gave her the light of day. And Yvon knew if she hadn’t remembered him as her closest friend that she would’ve ended up as some sex slave at a seedy brothel at best. “… You may now kiss the bride.”
“Huh?” Yvon was reeled out of his intense eye contact with Lythera as the priest finished his speech. Yvon leaned in close to Lythera, who closed her eyes as she puckered her lips. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss in front of their family and friends who cheered at the two of them officially being wed. As he pulled his lips away from Lythera, letting a single strand of their mixed saliva dangle between them before breaking, his wife whispered something into his ear.
“So,” her heavy, ragged breathing tickled his ear as she spoke in a hushed voice, “does this mean we…” She bit her bottom lip as she paused. “We can finally do it tonight?~”
Yvon stared at his wife with wide eyes and simply responded with a slight nod which elated her. The both of them turned to the rows of guests, waved, then walked back down the aisle into the reception hall where they could enjoy the rest of their wedding before heading out on what would surely be a very carnal honeymoon.