Lance Hayward
I watched the shadows behind the gauzy curtain. The wedding march played through the speakers. I stood at the altar, my little sister at my side as my Best Maid with Veronica as Bella's maid-of-honor. The curtains parted and Bella stepped out.
Every maid in the seats gasped at her beauty. So did I. She wore an all-white maid's uniform with a gauzy veil draped over her face. The skirts were short and puffy in the front, but she had a trail that draped behind her as she stepped forward on her white heels. The only color on her was her yellow garter. It matched the flowers in her bouquet.
She marched forward on her mother's arm. Mrs. Miles was giving her daughter away to me. She wore a standard maid's uniform, her big boobs jiggling. She wore such a proud smile as she walked at her daughter's side.
My dick throbbed in my tuxedo. She was gorgeous.
Yuki walked before them, strewing pink and yellow flowers. She looked so happy as she did it. I hardly noticed my Priestess-Maid, staring at the ethereal beauty of Bella. She took my breath away. I groaned as she came closer and closer to me, floating down the aisle in all her radiant beauty. I smiled from ear to ear.
She passed the rows of chairs the maids set in, my mother in the front row beside Aunt Nancy and Ms. Docea. Plinths with flowers lined the aisle my Bride-Maid walked down, stepping on the petal-strewn, white carpet.
As she came closer and closer, I could see her smile behind the gauzy film. Her joy. Her eyes fixed on me as she approached with stately grace. My heart quickened. I grinned from ear to ear. Finally, she drifted to me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Miles," I said, leaning forward and kissing my MILF-maid. Her tongue danced with mine for a moment as my hand squeezed her tit through her uniform.
"Take good care of my daughter, Master," Mrs. Miles purred before she hugged her daughter. They would have kissed, but the veil was in the way.
Then I took Bella's hand as we stood before Sister Martha Ruth. My Nun-Maid wore a big smile as she stared at us. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared into Bella's hazel eyes. They were so beautiful. So glorious to get lost in.
"Marriage is the union of the male and the female," the Nun-Maid said, her voice full of passion. "Man and woman. The man leads and the woman follows. Domination and submission. It is a beautiful thing, but the man must remember he is not the tyrant. He must care and protect his woman, his wives and concubines. Care for her. See that her needs are met. As the Lord intended when he created Adam to have dominion and stewardship.
"To love and respect what he rules. To care for his land, his property, and his wife—wives and concubines—with love. With her, he must form a partnership. For one cannot lead without one who follows.
"For the woman, she was made to submit and to comfort as Eve was made so that Adam would not be alone. A companion to her husband. A support. She must give of herself as he gives of himself. Devotion is a woman's calling. Devotion to our husband and to the Lord."
It was surprisingly Christian given who she was. I supposed becoming a maid and fighting evil didn't change that. She talked about the union. The beauty. She was adapting it to mention the other wives and concubines.
The other maids.
Her sermon only reinforced my desire to find a way to stop the Otherworld from ever coming through. To alleviate the need for maids like Tabitha and Deidre to die fighting for this world. It would be better for them to live in peace and safety tending to the paintings.
I ruled them. I was all their husband. Their Lord and Master and lover. It was my duty to protect them. I felt that strongly as I stared into Bella's eyes. She gripped my hands, hers full of love as she nodded along to being loving, submissive, and supportive.
She was such a great wife already.
"And now for the rings," said Sister Martha Ruth. "Round, they shape the eternal vow you make. A covenant before the Lord your God to cleave to one another and stay wedded until the end of days."
"I have the rings right here," said Kylie, reaching down the front of her bodice to produce them. She slipped one into my hand, the daintier of the two gold bands.
I clutched mine tightly as Bella thrust out her hands. She would make her vows first. She took my left hand in her delicate fingers and held the thick ring in her right hand. She smiled at me. She was so calm. How was she so calm?
"Do you, Bella Miles, swear to love, obey, and cherish your Master, Lance Hayward, in sickness and health, in danger and safety, in this world and the Otherworld and beyond in Death?" the Maid-Nun asked in a ringing voice.
"I do," Bella said. "With this ring, I wed you, Lance."
I took her left hand, her fingers as dainty as the circle of gold I held. My heart pounded so fast. I was so nervous about this.
But I was so ready.
"Do you, Master Lance Hayward, swear to love, defend, and cherish your Maid, Bella Miles, in sickness and health, in danger and safety, in this world and the Otherworld and beyond in Death?"
"I do," I said and slipped the ring onto her finger. "This this ring, I wed you, Bella."
"Then by the power invested in me by the Lord, our God and the State of Connecticut, I now pronounce you man and wife." She beamed. "You may now kiss the Bride-Maid, Master."