After falling in love with a dragon, the lovely Alma is convinced to marry her beloved Drem as part of an old ritual ceremony designed to bring a new dragon-blooded heir to her kingdom. Good thing she's warmed up to the idea.
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Alma took a deep breath before stepping down into the aisle.
She had been looking forward to this for months, surely she wouldn't get the jitters now?
Opal, her Maid of Honour and friend, nuzzled her in the back gently and held her big head there for a second, her warmth helping Alma settle down.
"Thank you," she said, taking another long breath, her chest feeling a bit tight in her wedding dress.
"You got this," said Opal, her polished iridescent scales looking absolutely sublime today.
Well, this was the big moment. A wedding is an important event in anyone's life, but this one... this one was special.
Generations ago, the founders of Alma's mountain kingdom had made a pact with the dragons living amongst its peaks.
To ensure peace, one of the royal princesses married one of the powerful dragon lords of the realm, and their child inherited the kingdom.
This tradition continued through the centuries, always bringing their people together, and ensuring their safety and peace, for mad is the person that thinks can conquer a kingdom with dragons as allies.
In recent centuries, the tradition had been relaxed a bit, making it so as long as someone from the royal family took a dragon as partner and sired a child, the alliance was prolonged.
Now, it wasn't decided by the family any more who was to marry, simply asking for interested young adults of the dynasty to mingle with their draconic allies, in the hope something would blossom.
There was always interest, of course, potentially siring the next heir was a huge honour that came with grand influence, though for Alma it had happened almost at random.
She had always been intrigued by their draconic allies and their customs, so when the chance was offered to her, she jumped on it, excited to be able to tour several dragon lairs and meet their powerful inhabitants.
It's on this trip that she met Drem, a young dragon with kind blue eyes and beautiful amethyst scales that was finishing his education on his guardian's Lair.
They took a liking to each other almost immediately, constantly exchanging quips, going on flights together and spending many nights speaking well into dawn.
Then one day, while she was reading a book nestled against his chest, enjoying his delicious warmth and smooth scales, she looked up and met his gaze.
His gorgeous gem-like eyes shone with loving kindness, and at that moment, she didn't see a powerful majestic monster, but a delightful and sweet friend that made her heart swoon.
She lowered his head towards hers and kissed him, and not just a sweet and simple kiss, no, her lips would not move from his jaws and he lifted her up in his forearms, pushing his tongue into her mouth and locking both in the most passionate moment she had experienced till that point in her life.
Soon after, she had partaken in the ritual of binding, where she drank some of his blood and thus bound their essences for life, making it almost impossible for them to harm each other and greatly prolonging her life, so they may be together for longer than a blink in draconic years.
Their romance did not go unnoticed, and it was brought to their attention that they were the first mixed couple to have bound each other in this generation, meaning they could fulfil the old alliance by giving the kingdom an heir.
At first, they were both taken aback by this, they had no pretensions of power and the wedding ceremony was anything but intimate. But after pulling some strings and making some requests, some accommodations were made for them, and thus they accepted.
Which brings us back to today.
"Ready?" Opal asked Alma, an excited smile on her lovely snout.
"Ready," said Alma, stepping into the chapel.
It was a magnificent building, carved from solid rock on the side of one of the kingdom's peaks, right next to the territory of the mighty dragons.
The high domed ceilings were supported by cyclopean columns decorated with engravings of beautiful gems and dedications to the gods, but specially the Great Mother, draconic goddess of love and fertility.
It had capacity for a massive number of guests and attendants, but today it was barely empty, with only a few close friends of both the bride and the groom to serve as witnesses of the ceremony and ritual.
Alma slowly walked down the aisle, holding her flower bouquet tight in her hands, Opal gently carrying her veil on her jaws and walking ever so slowly as to not step on her friend.
All eyes were on her, their friends looking at her with smiles and admiration, many with tears in their eyes.
And above a small set of stairs, the altar laid before her, with the head priestess standing before it, a stunning half-dragon with gleaming red scales and deep amber eyes. She wore just a very simple tunic of silk fabric that frankly left nothing to the imagination, and her large wings hanged off her shoulders like a cape.
Due to her heritage and position, you would have imagined her as an imposing and perhaps voluptuous woman, but she was rather lithe.
To her side, sitting like the cutest giant kitty in the universe, was her beloved Drem, his beautiful scales shone like a king's treasure, and his eyes could not take themselves off Alma. He was wearing the necklace that she got for him, a heavy golden chain that looked lovely against his scales, and a golden bracelet on his right arm.
He looked as smitten with her as ever, and he was trying his best not to just sit there slack jawed.
Alma swooned in excitement, dying to be in his arms and feel his warm scales against her skin.
Due to the kind of ceremony it was, she had chosen a rather daring wedding dress. It left everything above her cleavage exposed, her lovely shoulders and upper chest showing her gorgeous dark skin, and her head and long almond hair was only covered by a veil.
A flexible yet tight under bust was fastened around her midsection, lifting her perky bosom up, the latter only covered by a soft white silken blouse.
The skirt she wore was long and flowy at the back but short at the front, framing her long legs. A pair of silken white stockings covered her skin except for a strip right before the hem of her skirt, and her feet gracefully walked on a pair of lovely high heels. She knew Drem had a thing for human legs, and she was giving him quite a show.
Her lovely soon to be husband was devouring her with his gaze, and Alma noticed with a smile how it was gently clawing at the floor, something he did when he was nervous or aroused.
She giggled as she walked up the stairs to the altar, their eyes staring deep into the other.
With a smile, the head priestess stood between them, an old prayer book in her hands.
The priestess raised her hands, calling the room to silence, and commenced the ceremony. Opal shuffled to the side with a giggle, joining her partner, and Drem's best man, Caex, a ferocious looking dragon with fiery red scales that used to scare Alma with his intensity.
Thankfully, she knows knew that for all his intimidating looks, he was a complete softie.
