The door to the reception hall slid silently open on well-oiled iron hinges that predated the oldest man in the room by several lifetimes. I had worried that the reception would have wound down in our absence, but I was grateful to see it still going, the handful of waitresses dressed in simple black thongs and black heels milled amiably around the tables, some circling with trays of drinks, others circled with pads of paper and pens taking orders before ducking away to the kitchen, and occasionally some had paused in their work and kneeled gracefully on the ground or sat, legs splayed wide, on the table while someone ordered something that while not on the menu, still was served with gusto.
I saw my mother and Allison sitting the high table, and waved, Ally having to firmly pull my mother's head from between her thighs before she saw us and waved back, only to shake the hand off and duck back down with a grin. I smiled at Ally and shook my head, as Ally's smile turned slightly glassy while soothingly stroking the back of my mother's head, and leaning further back in the chair.
Kara was bent over another table, pressed face-first into the tablecloth, the snowy-while linen around her dappled with the drips of saliva escaping around the bright yellow gag strapped firmly in her grinning mouth--which only partially muffled her strident, almost feral keens of frenzied rapture as the table rocked in time to a shared urge, her arms splayed in front of her, thin hands bunched into white knuckled, cloth filled fists before her, her long raven hair carelessly flung in an obsidian halo around her, her sightless eyes barely glimpsed at from beneath the glossy waterfall of hair were wide and feral. Her sharply swaying body shimmered with sweat and countless opalescent streaks of cum, which flowed slowly off her body in thin, watery rivulets of passion, as her own hunger flowed like an sea down her legs to pool on the floor around her.
A cloud of musk rose around her like a seething deluge of lust, reaching deep into the brains of the men around her and igniting a fire that could not be denied, or easily quenched. They surrounded her, many in number but all subservient, roughly stroking themselves, hands grinding up and down their achingly hard manhood, their breath coming in harsh gasps through barely parted lips as they waited for their turn behind her, and a chance at the sopping heaven between her thighs.
The table squealed and groaned beneath her in a quickening tempo as the thickset man behind her raced towards orgasm. His wiry fingers clawed at her waist as he slammed harder and harder into her, mouth open, his lungs burning for air while they pumped like great bellows, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, lost in another world. The tempo of his panting sped up, soon soft groans and sighs in time to the rough pounding of his hips spilt from his dry lips. His hand, calloused and rough, shot to her hair and roughly yanked her head and body back onto him before he slammed one last time into her and incoherently snarled his gratification, triggering a few other frantic men to splash her exposed breasts and torso with the thin tracks of their seed in a stuttering, pulsing rush of sudden ecstasy.
All over the room the sound, smell, and sights of sex echoed in the hall, moans mixed with the with the buzz of conversation and vibrators, the tink of silverware on plates and the small thunderclap of sound as a palm descended sharply onto willing flesh. Kiva and I turned to each other and grinned at each other.
Kiva's eyes danced and she glanced mischievously at the door behind us, "Doesn't look like we've missed much. It almost looks like we can nip off for a few minutes for a little more time alone--" She leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly before breathing in my ear, "--and no one will be the wiser."
I thought about it for a heartbeat, Kiva did make a persuasive argument after all. But duty won out. Barely. My arms encircled her waist and squeezed gently, as I sighed regretfully, "Sarah said we were needed here, so we should be here. We'll be here for just a few things and then we'll go, and get to know each other better. Okay?"
"Hrrrmph." Kiva grumped into my ear and drew away to stare me in the eyes, "are you sure you don't want to tarry just a few minutes outside, alone, with me all to yourself, Master? I'm sure my Master could find something to do to while away the time."
I groaned, my mind already a hash of lust, I wanted nothing more in the world right then, but something made me reach out and cup her face gently bringing her lips close for a kiss filled with unspoken promise before gruffly croaking, "With you woman, I have two devils on my shoulders and only one overworked, overwhelmed angel, you know that? God, I so want to take you back to that altar and fuck your brains out right this instant, and damn the reception."
Kiva purred and pressed herself against me. I bit back a groan as my already too sensitive cock rubbed up against her warm silk of her naked thigh and I began to seriously reconsider as my discipline slowly crumbled under the erotic onslaught. There were a couple of benches around the corner, I could easily pick her up and carry her there. Kiva was right, no one would mind if we were just a tiny bit late...
Kiva, sensing my crumbling restraint, whimpered into my ear, "Your slave's been a bad girl, Master, she's been needy and thinking only of her Master bending her hot little body over the altar, teaching his slave who owns her by fucking her slutty body hard, ramming her against the altar again and again, and just knowing that she would be begging and squealing to her master like the slut she is, helpless to stop His fury until her Master's lust was fully sated."
My lips quirk into a grin and I tangle my hand in her hair mussing it while holding her prisoner as I swooped in to kiss her again, roughly this time, battling with her tongue into submission, and taking from her, nibbling on her lips for a feral moment before I drew back and looked at her, my breath fire in my lungs, growling, "You are powerless to stop me. And I will use you slave, cruelly perhaps, but I won't hear you complaining...much. I will remember this, and I will punish you for it, rest assured, but we will finish this reception, and we will not have sex with each other until it's all over, understand?"
"Yes Master."
My hand tightened in her hair slightly, my other hand sliding down to lightly stroke over her wet lips, marveling at the heat, dancing around the iron-hard nub at the top begging for attention. "But know this, slave. As soon as this is over, now matter how much you beg, no matter how much you scream, your body is mine."
Her breath hisses out between two perfect lipstick smudged lips, a plea and a slow release of apprehension merged into one long, drawn out syllable, "Yeesssssss..."
I smiled and gently, oh so very gently brushed against that straining nub and enjoyed the less than human wail of joy she couldn't contain any longer. Quiet rippled out across the room as heads turned to look at the source of the noise.
Kiva smiled lazily at me and kissed my cheek, "I love you." She murmured in my ear as we disentangled ourselves from each other. I beamed at her and stroked her arm, my fingers eventually entwining with hers and pressing a small kiss against the back of her hand and luxuriating for a moment in her intoxicating scent before I tugged her forward, deeper into the room.
I walked between the tables, threading my way, leading Kiva onwards, listening but not hearing the congratulations coming from around us, the beaming smiles and the thumbs up, the ocean of joy for us swelling higher as we made our way to the high table. I only heard my heartbeat, my breath, the sound of Kiva's feet on the linoleum, and fragile warmth of her hand in mine.
We stood together on display at the high table, Kiva started blushing from the attention and slowly started edging towards me, but a gentle caress and a whispered order into her ear stopped her, and instead she stood stiffly behind her seat, her head high as the blush heated her cheeks. I smiled as the preacher tapped his glass lightly with a fork, the clear note ringing out in the hushed stillness
"Today is a good day for all of us. Today, two souls are bound in marriage, but not just by law, but they have inexorably bound their souls together, today. Rejoice in their bondage, rejoice at their happiness, and rejoice that two people on the face of this earth have found each other, and will be together, forever, until judgment day."
There was a smattering of polite applause, and, as rehearsed, Kiva and I took up two champaign flutes, entwined our arms, and drank slowly, carefully trying not to jostle each other too much. We smiled at each other goofily as we disentangled, the camera flashbulbs flickered like lightning around us.
"This seems so unreal. Like a dream." I said, caressing her cheek.
"I know. Like I'm going to wake up any second now to an empty bed instead of you."
