Okay, so the place where the wedding was taking place could only be described by my shocked expression. Behind Droite's... castle, if you will, was a forest headed by a clearing. Reminded me of the house from that dumb American film Twilight, or whatever. That was literally the only way to describe it, and as I came forward with the best man (is that what people call those guys these days?), who was for some flipping reason Mizael, stepping through the aisle between the rows of benches lined on each side of the violet rug leading to the platform. The priest that was going to join Droite and I hadn't come yet, but the rest of the guys were there, as were the bridesmaids.
Among them were our friends from school. Cathy and Alit, standing across from each other, kept sending each other flirty looks. Rio and Vector were simply talking to the others, Ryouga looked bored as hell, and Gauche just looked like he wanted to choke me to death. At least he respected me enough to not blow my cover. The others I didn't recognize, and I figured that out of the ten of them combined, it wasn't bad not knowing a small portion of them.
Anyway, I nervously looked down at the ground. Here I was, wearing my hair up in its boyish strawberry style, feeling constricted as hell in the breast band around my rib cage. Mizael, who was gazing at me with a careful expression, knew exactly how stressed out I was. He, along with me, had to hide the fact that he was gay. So he had put his hair into a ponytail, left makeup off of his large red scars, and was wearing some of the manliest clothes I've ever laid my eyes on. A tuxedo that was in varying shades of black. Even though it didn't fit the overall theme of the wedding, I thought it was amazing.
As we stepped onto the platform, Mizael prodded my side. I tilted my head slightly so he could say something into my ear. "You do realize that if they find out-"
"Yes, I know," I whispered back, taking my position on the platform and breathing out heavily while the other blonde made his way to the guys. Durbe was in the group, too, and Mizael instantly went to the guy's side; it was damn obvious those two were in a relationship, yet all these rich people were too stupid to realize it.
I stood there for a while, nervous beyond imagination. I must have been sweating like crazy or something, my heart was racing. But when I wiped my forehead, nothing was left on my sleeve. Jeez, I felt like I was going to explode from the anxiety, but I was not being obvious with it. For a good ten minutes I waited, dully listening to the chatter from the people on the benches. Among the comments were questions about my height, how many children Droite and I would have (ugh, fuck, don't remind me about that!), where my origins were, among other several rude things. I sucked on my bottom lip, staring at the floor, not even noticing when the priest took his position beside me.
When the back doors opened and a collective gasp came from the audience, I rose my head and directed my gaze over to wear everyone was looking. On Heartland's arm and looking as beautiful as the animal she represented, was Droite. She was wearing a pure white kimono, and a flowing veil type thing on the back of her head. I felt my eyes widen, speechless as she came forward with her father. The light from the sun captured the glitter on her kimono, sending various rays of light off of the fabric. It was such a pretty sight, I was sure never to forget it.
Heartland brought his daughter to the platform, where she gave him a kiss on the cheek and left his side to come up to me. She was smiling, brighter than I've ever seen, and those orange eyes of hers were ablaze with desire for me. I smiled back, blushing slightly as I realized our height difference.
I'm not going to bore anyone with the vows, because dammit that takes a long time to do. Although I had to admit, the large rubies that were fixed into our marriage rings were almost as pretty as Droite was. As we said our lines, I could tell that Droite only wanted me right now, and in practically every way possible. I nearly lost composure as I saw her discreetly look towards my chest; I knew what she was thinking and it was making me tingly all over. I barely caught the, "You may now kiss the bride," thing the priest said. But I did and I leaned upwards to take Droite's lips with my own, bringing her up against me. The clapping started, but I was too distracted by Droite right now. She held me tightly, our arms practically caging us together, and we held our kiss for way longer than was probably allowed.
When we managed to peel ourselves from each other, I watched as everyone in the audience disappeared into the mansion. The guys and girls at our sides left too, with their respective dates (although Mizael and Durbe ran off separately into the forest, probably for some, ahem, loving). So it was just me and Droite on the platform together, in the quiet afternoon, watching the sun turn the sky a blazing orange.
Our hands interlocked, I looked over at her and said, "You know, this wasn't so bad."
She laughed. "What were you expecting? Vector to dump condoms on us?"
"Eh?" I shook my head with a small laugh. "Maybe not that bad, but I thought something was going to happen."
She began walking down the steps, her white slippers barely making a sound. I followed her. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"I mean... Sometimes when life is going good for a long time, it suddenly takes a turn for the worse." I paused before we could enter the building. "That's why I'm nervous still. I have a feeling that something is going to happen and I don't want it to." Subconsciously, I moved an arm around my midsection, aware of the life harvesting off of my body right now. Droite dropped her hand from the door to turn to me. I could tell she was worried, but I didn't want to spoil our happy mood right now.
"Kai..." She started, coming forward and pulling my chin up to look at her. "Whatever happens, I'm not leaving your side. Okay?"
I wanted to tell her about the baby so badly, but I couldn't bring the words to my lips. I feigned a smile and nodded. "Yeah, Droite. I love you."
"I love you too. Now c'mon, I think you need to meet the extended family."
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Nausea was making it difficult to keep up with all of Droite's relatives, but I somehow managed to lock down who was who and who did what. Her grandparents, Heartland's parents, were kind; a little old lady and a man with a can and top hat. Her grandma especially, who was named Kara, had many stories about when she was our age. I was enjoying what she was telling me about her high school years when somebody passed by with a plate of cheese.
The nausea suddenly escalated, the scent so strong I barely managed to keep my lunch in my gut. I excused myself, running through the crowd. I spotted Droite talking to Gauche, clearing stuff up with him. Without attracting too much attention, I fled to where Cecilia stood and asked her to the side. She gave me a concerned look, and instantly she knew what was going on. She led me away from the reception and to a bathroom, where I just couldn't fight off the gags anymore. I emptied my stomach into the porcelain bowl, mentally thanking the older woman for kneeling beside me and rubbing my shoulders.
"Morning sickness or smell overload?" she inquired once I had gotten my bearings back. I gazed at her for a second, wondering what she was talking about.
Oh wait. "I'm thinking the second one," I replied. "Um... cheeses made me nauseous I think."
Cecilia nodded, her wavy black hair bouncing slightly. "I understand. When I was pregnant with Droite I hated everything that had to do with dairy; even the mere mention of something like that was enough to throw my stomach for a loop."
I smiled slightly. "Yeah... food aversions are pretty common this early."
The woman then checked to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, sticking her head out the door for a few seconds before shutting and locking it. She kneeled beside me, making sure her voice was low enough that nobody would catch it. "When are you going to tell Droite?"
I blinked at her, then shrugged. "I figured I'd wait until I was showing," I murmured. "Why?"
"Because I know exactly how you're so far along." Cecilia then backed away and disappeared into the hallway, leaving me with a confused expression and feeling extreme suspicion. What did she mean by that? Americans these days, jeez.
I dusted my pants off and stood, flushing the toilet. Washing my mouth out with water, I heard footsteps outside the slightly ajar door, and then my new wife popped her head in with a questioning gaze. I turned to her and smiled, trying to sway her with my facade, but she was still looking rather concerned.
I dropped the smile, a frown replacing it as I leaned back against the counter. Crossing my arms, I asked, "Who sent you here?"
"My mother." Coming inside, she shut the door and stood in front of me, essentially trapping me inside the rather small room. "Kai, what's going on? My mom said you've been throwing up lately-"
"Droite, please don't take this the wrong way," I interrupted, making an irrational choice and ignoring the rest of my brain, "But I'm pregnant and I have no idea how or why."
Droite was taken aback by that admission, and she looked at me with a confused expression before asking, "how long?"
"Almost two months—I found out yesterday."
Surprisingly, she backed off and placed a hand underneath her chin, thinking. "Hmm, that explains why the wedding was postponed..." Then she gazed carefully at me. "Kai, did I ever tell you what my father's company specializes in?"
I gave her a weird look, not understanding what that had to do with me dumping the news onto her. "Well, no, but what does that have anything to do with the fact that I'm pregnant?"
"Because, Kai," she said, coming forward once more and pinning me up against the counter with her hips, "My dad's company has developed a way for two women to produce a child."
"So wait." Placing my hands on her shoulders, I stared up at her. "Are you saying that you somehow are the... other parent for this child?"
"Indeed." She switched to Japanese to better explain it to me. "That lubrication I first used when we got together that second time... it was laced with the stuff needed to produce a child. I just needed to time it right to make it work—and apparently it did."
I still didn't understand a majority of it, but I went along and nodded. "Then, what are we to do? I mean, we're still in high school—I didn't want to be a mother this early in my life."
She sighed, backing off again before unlocking the door. "Kai, I want to get away from my family and start a new one, and since you wanted to marry me, I decided to do this. I love you too much, Kai. I... love you." She left after that, and I just stood there, wishing that we somehow had a different outcome to this.
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It was near midnight when we went to my home. I was glad to get away from everything, but I felt awkward now that I was all alone with Droite. She knew now that I was carrying the child somehow brought to existence through a weird process her father had created. From what I knew about biology, that would mean that this kid of ours would no doubt be a girl, but I wasn't entirely sure.
Droite sat down on my bed as we went into my room. Galaxy cawed loudly, fluttering his wings, but exhaustion pulled me down enough that I didn't want to be bothered with taking him out of his cage. I turned to go into the bathroom, but hearing the whoosh of fabric made me turn around.
My new wife was apparently naked underneath that kimono of hers. She smirked at me and stood, leaving the beautiful piece of clothing behind as she pushed me into the bathroom and kissed me hard. I moaned as she pulled the tuxedo apart, leaving me in only my panties and breast band. And soon the undergarments were off and she hiked me up onto the counter.
I moaned, and even though my breasts were slightly sore, I enjoyed her soft hands against my skin. Her lips left mine and she pulled away for a second, switching on the water in the shower. Then she came back to me and pinned my arms above my head, against the mirror, and kissed me once more. Her tongue met mine, warm and slick. I wrapped my legs around her hips, bringing her to me.
She then lifted me up off the counter and pulled me into the shower. The warm spray made my skin tingle and the sensations more intense. I held onto her, the water pouring over us, and I felt her fingers caressing my thighs. I groaned, using one of my hands to guide one of hers in between my legs. I was so turned on that she didn't even hesitate to press two of her fingers into me.
The feeling of being filled pushed me right to the edge. Droite, slightly struggling to keep me up, pushed me against the cold tile, which made a shock of pain go straight into my skin. For some odd reason it made the pleasure skyrocket and I came on the spot, my body going stiff for a few seconds. Warmth spread over my limbs, and it wasn't from the water.
As I went slack, Droite gently let me down so I could stand. I smiled at her, letting her know that she'd be getting some payback here in a bit as soon as we washed up.
She massaged my scalp with her fingers after placing shampoo into my golden locks. The gel came out easily and soon my bangs were sticking to my face irritatingly. With my back against the front of her body, I took the body soap from the caddy on the wall, spreading some in my hands and turning away from her.
With my eyes wide and innocent, I watched her reaction as I slid my hands over my skin, spreading the soap all over. Droite was biting her lower lip, her eyes following my actions, even when I slipped my fingers between my legs. I could tell how turned on she was, and with a swift swipe of my hair, I put myself under the water, washing away the soap. She joined me, pressing her body up against mine; the heat from her wet skin was so penetrating that I shivered.
She hurried and washed herself too, apparently wanting to get out to ravish me once more. But I had a plan; for some reason, I had it in my mind to seduce her, tease her for all the times she teased me. Smirking, I left the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, leaving her to finish while I got into the persona that I had built in the matter of minutes.
Exiting the bathroom, I went into my bedroom and wrapped the towel closer around myself. Ignoring my bird, I sat down on the bed, parting my legs and leaning forward, making sure that leftover water was dripping onto my legs. At hearing the water shut off, I smirked, hoping that this little minx side of mine would stand up long enough for me to give this idea of mine a shot.
Droite didn't even use a towel. She came in to the room fully nude, eyes intent on pleasuring me further, but I stood and stopped her. Dropping my towel to the floor, I quite literally threw her onto the bed and got on top of her, grabbing the tie from my tuxedo that had somehow made its way into the bedroom to blindfold her. She groaned loudly at the loss of vision, but she made no move to remove the tie. I smiled, kissing her gently before leaving her mouth to kiss a path down her neck.
"Kai..." She moaned, her breathing becoming heavier. I felt powerful and damn, was it amazing. Pecking her skin, I made my way to one of her nipples, taking her into my mouth and sucking gently. A sound of overwhelming pleasure came from her lips. My ego soared at that and I continued on with the action, making her squirm and sigh underneath me.
Deciding that I'd tortured her enough, I went lower, her skin slick enough to have me almost slipping and falling over her. I managed to stay balanced, though, and I shoved her legs apart with no kindness whatsoever. I wasn't surprised at seeing what her sex looked like; I was used to it now but dammit, it turned me on once more and I began touching myself as I kissed the inside of her thighs. With the blindfold, it was obvious that she was enjoying this far more than usual. I smiled.
Leaning forward, I trailed my tongue through her folds, wincing slightly at the unexpected taste. She moaned, and even though I greatly disliked the taste, I continued on. Droite contorted on the bed, her hands immediately going to my hair and dragging my mouth fully against her. I hissed, getting onto my hands and knees in order to keep myself stable. Wrapping one of my arms around her thigh, I shut my eyes and let my tongue do the pleasuring.
As I listened to her squeals and moans, I moved a pair of fingers inside myself, bringing myself close with the pad of my thumb. I couldn't help the groans that came out of my as I pushed my tongue into her, my pleasure combining with the desire to give her the best night of her life. She cried out loudly, totally forgetting that I was between her legs and rocking her hips hard against me. Smirking, I unlocked my arm from her leg so she could raise her knees to her chest, and used the fingers on my free hand to thrust into her. That was enough to get her crying out my name and her entire body going as straight as a board. I felt her convulse around my fingers, which was certainly a weird sensation.
I climbed on top of her after she had lowered her legs. I kissed Droite deeply before pulling away and scooting up enough so I could lower myself onto her mouth. She gratefully took a hold of my hips and shoved her warm, wet tongue inside of me, and I clutched the wall. It wasn't long before I was in the same state, moaning in tempo with how my hips were moving with her mouth.
"Oh, god!" I practically shouted, without really meaning to, as my orgasm hit me hard. I fell over, my head meeting the soft corner of the mattress. Panting, I tried to move but was too damn exhausted to. Droite took off the blindfold, gazing at me as I endured the powerful waves that washed over me. I simply smiled, trying to cool down.
We didn't say anything to each other. I just maneuvered myself to her side and snuggled up against her. Her lips found mine, a chaste but loving kiss. My smile grew, and I blushed, pushing my face into her shoulder.
"I love you," I stated in Japanese, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. She giggled, replying back with just as much affection.
At least Galaxy didn't make a comment about the scene he just witnessed.
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It was noon on Monday when Droite finally let me get out of bed. She had been attached to me since eight in the morning, and believe me, I was more than satisfied for the next, oh I don't know, hour or so. I could feel her eyes on me as I slipped on a loose hoodie and opened my door, brushing my messy hair out of my face. I closed the door to my room and went downstairs, hoping to get some water.
As I took a cup from the cabinet and brought it over to the sink, I heard a knock on the front door. Sighing, I placed my cup on the counter and went to grab the front door, wondering just who the hell wanted my attention this early in the day.
But I was not expecting to see my... father, standing there with a bag in his arms and staring at me with an expression which I could not read.
Alright, listen up! Once this story hits 50000 words and/or November ends, this story will get less updates. I'm losing faith fast in this story and I might just end it early, I'm not sure yet.
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