Wedding Day

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.

Alba 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 Alba. 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.

Alba 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.

The priestess started by recounting the story of how this ritual came to be and of the years of peace and prosperity born of it.

Alma knew the story well, so she found herself zoning out, way more interested in Drem.

He looked so stupidly handsome, his huge chest calling to her with his protective warmth.

She couldn't help but biting her lip in arousal, thinking it was funny how embarrassed she thought she'd be, not to mentioned how accustomed she had become to the fact that her lover was a dragon.

Drem, noticing this, winked at her and subtly licked his lips, making her blush like a tomato.

Eventually, the priestess reached the end of her speech, and she looked at the lovers to her sides while lifting a pillow with their rings.

"Drem," she said, looking at the handsome dragon, "do you take Alma as your beloved wife?"

"I do," he said, a soft purr audible in the silence of the chapel.

The priestess turned to Alma, who was almost vibrating with excitement.

"And you, Alma," she said, "do you take Drem as your beloved husband?"

"I do," she said, almost crying with happiness.

With surprising ease, the priestess held one of Drem's claws up and one of Alma's hands.

"I thus declare you husband and wife, you may exchange rings and kiss," she said, with a wry smile that made both of them giggle.

Drem very delicately did his best to place the tiny ring on his bride's finger, which Alma found rather comical despite the amount of times they had practised before today. They could have used a bracelet or similar for her, but Drem liked the idea of matching rings, so here he was using his claws almost like chopsticks.

He eventually succeeded with a cheer from the guests, and Alma, with tears in her eyes, slipped his matching ring onto his finger, her operation the easier of the two.

After a moment of contemplating each other, Drem picked her up with his claws and kissed her passionately, standing on his hind legs.

Alma wrapped her arms around his big head, tossing the bouquet of flowers into the guests without nary a thought, an audible moan coming out of her as Drem's tongue basically throat fucked her.

After what felt as a blissful eternity for both of them, Drem pulled back, letting Alba recover with long breaths, all while squeezing her thighs so hard she might break her hips.

A combination of applause and roars came from the guests, happily cheering on the happy couple.

They both waved for a moment, Drem nuzzling and rubbing his face against his bride like a purring kitten, while Alma covered his head in kisses.

"Dear guests, the ritual will commence now," said the priestess to the audience, "those of you who don't wish to bear witness, feel free to head down to the banquet hall, may the Great Mother bless you all."

Still clapping and roaring, around half the guests stood up and slowly left the chapel while cheering and throwing kisses to Drem and Alma, who excitedly thanked everyone for attending.

Once only those that wished to be witnesses for the fertility ritual, or maybe were planning to have a little public fun themselves, remained in the chapel, the head priestess once again turned to the lovers, an aura of divine light shining from her scales.

"My beloved children, you may begin," she said with a happy smile, "may the goddess make your lovemaking the most blissful in your lives."

They both nodded back at the priestess before locking gazes again, their eyes looking longingly at each other.

Drem used one of his claws to look for the clasp on her skirt, and after a moment of clumsy nervous fiddling, Alma guided him with a tender giggle.

Her flowing skirt gently glided onto the floor, revealing her beautiful dark hips. A lovely pair of silken blue panties covered her pubic area.

An aroused growl came from her husband as the guests cheered, and slowly he dragged her knickers down her legs, exposing her smooth, beautifully shaved and already wet pussy lips.

Alma blushed like a tomato, covering her face with her hands, but strangely aroused by both her husband's sensual movements and the eyes of the remaining guests on them.

"I'm keeping these..." said Drem sliding her panties onto his wrist.

"They are yours, my love," she said, utterly smitten with him.

The handsome dragon licked her chest as he pulled down her shirt, exposing her perky breasts that did a little bounce of freedom.

He kissed and nuzzled her nipples while the tip of his tail caressed her lower lips, making her tremble and grab onto his head as if holding for dear life.

"Want to start with your favourite?" he asked, knowing the answer well.

She gently stroked the scales on his cheek while lasciviously biting her lip.

"Do you even need to ask?" she said.

With a grin, Drem flipped her upside down, Alma giggling all the way like a kid on a fun ride, gently spreading her legs for him.

His girthy, ribbed and pulsating erection and heavy testes had slid out of his body and the tip of his spear like glans aimed at her lips as if ready to stab her.

A filthy smile extended from ear to ear on her face as she held the draconic phallus of her husband in her hands, the smell already driving her insane with lust.

Drem held her hair up with his tail just as he teased her lower lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Bon appétit!" he said as he closed his jaws on her hips, a slutty moan escaping Alma as his tongue explored her insides.

She could feel her pubis bulge slightly as his meaty tongue filled her innards.

Her eyes rolled back as she drooled on the tip of his glorious cock, her hands basically worshipping his veins and ridges.

With an eagerness that even shocked some of the witnesses, she started sucking the tip of his manhood, her little tongue sliding along his slit.

She knew this drove him insane, and Drem did not disappoint her with his reaction, clenching his jaws harder around her hips as his hind claws dug onto the solid floor.

A cute giggle escaped her lips as she suckled the tip playfully, making him groan like an animal.

Despite her best efforts, there was a lot of him for just her lips and hands, and it was impossible to focus while his tongue basically did a deep dive down her innards.

After a particularly pleasant thrust of his tongue, she could no longer hold and orgasmed for him with a long-drawn-out whimper as she wiggled and arched in his claws like a worm on a fishing hook.

With a cheeky smile, he licked his lips while slowly flipping her over, giving her a loving nuzzle as she was still reeling from her joyous orgasm.

He gently placed her on the altar face up, her back resting on the soft and well cushioned red cloth.

With her face blushing like a ripe tomato, she slowly spread her legs as much as she could, literally dripping from his loving attention, and ready for more.

Drem softly placed his girth on her lower lips, his cock so massive compared to her that taking it all would have definitely ended a non-prepared woman.

Thankfully, due to their binding ritual, it was almost impossible for him to harm her, so her body would gladly take him all in. They were sure, they had tried.

But to make it more special they had kept to themselves for the last few months, and by now both were utterly ravenous for the other.

Alma's womb ached for him, she wanted him to fuck her so hard there was nothing left but a quivering puddle when he was done.

His claws danced along her thighs as Alma spread for him as much as her body would let her, the tips of her fingers lovingly worshipping his spear.

"Take me, my love, please," she begged, the fact that there were others watching having utterly vanished from her mind by now.

Drem slid his cock along her soaked pussy lips, pressing his tip into her hungry hole.

Alma held onto the soft cloth below her, holding her breath, ready for it.

He started pushing, and she arched her body with a mix of joy and pain.

Every time he took her, it felt as if her hips were being popped from her joints and her innards were stretched as if placed in the rack.

And yet, she loved it.

Her flesh was caving in for him, enveloping his manhood, utterly surrendering.

A long, debauched moan escaped her as the flesh of her pubis and lower belly bulged with his girth, the ridges of his cock noticeable through her skin.

Alma babbled happily like a deranged woman, her eyes rolling back as her tongue struggled to stay in her mouth.

She held her face looking down, the burning rage of his erection consuming and rearranging her insides.

Drem, panting with lust, lowered his snout onto her lips, kissing her, so passionately he was basically fucking her face with his tongue.

Alma held to his big head for dear life, suckling, licking and nibbling on his tongue as he started thrusting.

He held her thighs firmly, making sure she felt every slam from his powerful hips.

She could feel his cock basically turning her womb into a silken sock, the force of his thrusts vibrating all the way to her ribcage.

It didn't hurt any more, but to say it was overwhelming was not making it justice.

The very flow of his fiery draconic blood resonated with her heart, and her brutally stretched lover lips drooled like a flood onto his testes, which steamed against her flesh like a pair of hot coals.

It wasn't long until she went limp, nothing more than a little flesh doll for him to enjoy, her mind so drunk on delight nothing could have knocked her out of it.

She drifted in this state of joyous oblivion for what felt like an eternity, till the throbbing of her husband finally dragged her back to reality.

Drem was groaning for her like an animal, his jaws half open with his supernaturally sharp teeth on display like a beast ready to rend something to pieces.

As if hypnotized by it, Alma caressed the edges of his sharpest tooth, fascinated and aroused by this beautiful yet menacing creature she had fallen in love with.

Drem's eyes were filled with an all consuming fire focused on only one thing, breeding her.

She laid calmly on her back again, her whole body shaking with each thrust, ready to receive him.

"Give me your babies my love, I want them, please give them to me!" she said, arching her hips higher.

He roared with joy in response, digging his claws on the sides of the altar and speeding his hips slams till they were but a blur.

With a final savage thud, he groaned and forced his knot inside her with a filthy fleshy sound, and a torrent of cum shot like a breaking dam inside of Alma.

She could only let go of a soft, short moan before her breath abandoned her.

Her body laid there trembling and quivering as her belly filled like a balloon, making her look pregnant already.

The altar cracked due to the force of Drem's claws, which combined with Alma's babbling, it sounded like something had cracked inside her.

As their senses slowly returned to them, the lovers looked into each other's eyes and clumsily kissed once more, almost as if drunk.

The priestess, who had been observing everything, approached them with a smile and gently placed a hand on Alma's distended belly.

Holy words left her lips as a divine glow shone on the bride's beautiful dark skin.

Alma couldn't help but let go a slutty moan as the magic seeped into her, which made her feel shy despite what she had just done in public.

The magic made it feel as if it was giving Drem's seed and her own eggs extra strength, and her innards seemed to vibrate in her head.

She somehow could picture his seed overwhelming her insides, attacking and gang banging everything in sight, till there was no inch of her womb that hadn't been claimed.

Somehow, she knew she would be pregnant soon, very soon.

Her eyes rolled back onto their sockets just in time to hear a cute pop, and see that Drem's knot had escaped her tight little insides.

Despite this, her pussy was still "plugged" and not a single drop of his cum had escaped.

"With this blessing the goddess will make sure your husband's seed will not leave you till you are with child," the priestess held Alma's hand and one of Drem's claws.

"Continue to enjoy your love, my children, not long now," a lovely cheeky smile was drawn on her lips.

"You all, dear witnesses, have the blessing of the goddess," she said turning to the audience, "feel free to consummate your love in this last part of the ritual should you wish."

With a cheer, some of the couples and polycules of the audience jumped into each other's arms and commenced their own love making.

Alma saw, to her side, that her friends Opal and Caex had decided to join in, and the lovely Opal winked at her while being ravaged by her loving mate.

Drem lifted Alma again, very gently holding her against his chest, and gave her another long passionate tongue kiss as his claws caressed her fecund belly.