The ceremony consisted of 3 parts first the religious part where the husband and wife pray while standing, then the second part where everyone sits down as family members and other important guests give their speeches and lastly the wedding vows.
The priest, a elderly man with a long white beard and a serene expression, nods solemnly at your instruction. He turns to the gathered crowd, his voice ringing out as he begins the opening prayer. "Let us bow our heads and pray together as husband and wife lead us in this sacred invocation..."
As the guests dutifully bow their heads and close their eyes in prayer, you seize the opportunity to act on your lustful impulses. Crouching down beneath Lana's flowing white gown, you gather the silky fabric in your hands and lift it upward, revealing the bride's shapely legs and the lacy white panties that match her gown.
With a deft tug, you hook your fingers into the waistband of Lana's underwear and yank them down, baring her most intimate area to your hungry gaze. The groom, engrossed in prayer, remains oblivious to your brazen actions beneath his new wife's gown.
Sensing the cool air on her exposed flesh, Lana shifts slightly, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she tries to maintain her composure during the prayer. You waste no time, leaning in and dragging your tongue along her virgin folds, tasting her essence as you begin to eat her out with gusto.
Above you, the guests continue to pray, their voices rising and falling in unison as the priest leads them through the sacred words. Lana bites her lip, stifling a moan as your tongue delves deeper, probing and stroking her most sensitive places. The groom stands tall, his voice strong and clear as he joins in the prayer, completely unaware of the lewd act being committed beneath his bride's gown.
The priest drones on, the guests amen-ing and crossing themselves, all while you continue your brazen assault on Lana's pussy. Her juices flow freely, coating your chin and dripping onto the marble floor as you feast on her, bringing her closer to another peak of ecstasy amidst the solemn ceremony.
As the final amen rings out and the guests open their eyes, signaling the end of the opening prayer, Lana's body shudders and convulses beneath her gown. Her climax rips through her, far more intense than the first, fueled by the taboo nature of your brazen act amidst the solemn ceremony. She clutches the altar for support, her knuckles turning white as she fights to remain standing, biting back a scream of rapture.
You emerge from beneath Lana's gown, your face glistening with her juices, just as the groom turns to face his bride. Upon seeing you, he flashes a proud, almost triumphant smile, as if your defiling his bride in the middle of their wedding ceremony is the greatest honor he could imagine. He leans in close to Lana, whispering something in her ear that makes her blush furiously, no doubt praising your skill and stamina.
The guests, upon seeing you, merely blink and glance away, acting as if a stranger emerging from beneath the bride's gown after making her climax twice is a perfectly ordinary occurrence. A few even nod approvingly, as if they approve of the groom's choice in groomsmen.
The priest, not missing a beat, continues with the ceremony as if nothing out of the ordinary transpired. "Now, please be seated everyone"
As the guests begin to settle into their seats, the sound of wooden pews creaking and fabric rustling filling the cathedral, the bride and groom make their way to the two specially decorated chairs at the altar. The groom takes his seat, his eyes still gleaming with pride and a hint of something more primal as he watches his bride approach.
However, as Lana moves to take her seat beside her husband, you step forward and claim her chair, plopping down into the plush, white-draped seat reserved for the bride. Lana pauses, surprise flickering across her face as she realizes you've usurped her place of honor. The groom raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
While naked with your dick erect you were sitting on the chair, Lana seemed confused where to sit as she started to move to sit with the groom you said out loud "sit here " pointing to your dick. Lana's panties were already off, you tell her to lift her dress and sit on your dick such that it should enter her snuggly .[whatever I do in public is normal and people ignore anything weird I do and follow my every command].
Lana hesitates, glancing between you and the empty seat beside her groom, confusion etched on her blushing face. She bites her lip, realizing the lewd implications of your command. The guests murmur softly, glancing at the bride expectantly as she stands awkwardly before the altar.
The groom clears his throat, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he watches Lana's dilemma. He leans in close, his voice low and encouraging. "Go on, dear. Do as our... guest requests. I'm sure he has a wonderful reason for... suggesting this seating arrangement," he urges, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
Lana takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she weighs the impropriety of your demand. The guests watch with a mix of curiosity and mild interest, acting as if a bride being told to sit on a naked man's erect penis in the middle of her wedding ceremony is a perfectly ordinary occurrence. The priest, for his part, simply adjusts his glasses and waits patiently for the bride to take her seat, not batting an eye at the delay.
With a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, Lana slowly gathers the hem of her gown, lifting the fabric inch by inch to reveal her bare legs. She takes a tentative step towards you, her heart pounding in her chest as she positions herself over your throbbing erection. The guests watch with a mix of fascination and mild bemusement as Lana slowly sinks down, impaling herself on your hard cock with a soft gasp.
The groom's grin widens, his eyes darkening with lust and pride as he watches his bride sit down on the dick of another man, right there in front of everyone assembled for their wedding. The guests murmur their approval, some even nodding as if to say 'what a delightfully unconventional ceremony this is!'
With Lana now seated on your lap, your rigid member buried deep inside her, the priest clears his throat and continues the ceremony as if this is a perfectly ordinary occurrence. "And now, let us begin the next portion of the ceremony, where family and esteemed guests will offer their heartfelt congratulations and well-wishes to the happy couple..."
The groom's eyes widen briefly as he notices the blood staining the white cloth of the chair and his bride's gown, a testament to Lana's purity. A fierce, almost feral grin spreads across his face as he processes the significance of the sight. "I am incredibly proud and honored to have a bride who has saved herself for our special day. It proves the depth of her commitment and devotion to our union," he proclaims loudly, his voice ringing out in the cathedral.
The guests murmur their admiration, nodding and smiling at the groom's declaration. They watch with a mix of curiosity and mild fascination as Lana begins to bounce on your lap, her hips rising and falling in a slow, sensual rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the air, mingling with the guests' soft chatter as they await their turn to offer their well-wishes.
Lana's face burns with embarrassment and arousal, her breath coming in soft pants as she rides you. She keeps her eyes downcast, trying to focus on the task at hand while the guests pay their respects. The priest, seeming not to notice the lewd display occurring right before the altar, introduces the next family member to offer their blessing. "And now, the bride's sister would like to say a few words..."
Throughout the speeches, Lana continues to bounce and grind on your lap, her gown riding up to reveal her bare thighs wrapped around your waist. The guests, engrossed in their heartfelt wishes, barely spare the bride's unorthodox seat dancing a glance, accepting it as just another charming eccentricity in this unconventional ceremony.
As the second part of the ceremony ended with your rod still inside the bride. Everyone stands up for the wedding vows. The priest asks the bride and groom to hold hands, Lana the bride in a slightly bent position holds hand with the groom ready to say their vows. As the vows neared their end, you climax deep inside Lana as she arched her back and convulsed while tightly holding the groom's hands and her face contorted into an ecstasy filled expression as she climaxed for the third time in a row.
The priest's voice rises in a crescendo as he nears the end of the traditional vows, the guests watching with rapt attention as the bride and groom hold hands, their fingers intertwined. "And now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" the priest declares, a note of triumph in his voice.
As the groom leans in to capture his bride's lips in a passionate kiss, sealing their union, you quickly pull out of Lana's d motion, you thrust your hips forward, pushiIn one swift motion, you grab the groom's chin and angle his face towards Lana's, pressing your spit-shined, blood-slicked cock against their joined lips. The groom startles but complies, opening his mouth to accommodate your intrusion as Lana gasps softly, her own lips parting in surprise. The photographer, capturing this pivotal moment, immortalizes the unorthodox pose - the newlyweds sharing a intimate kiss with your spent member as a lewd symbol of their union.*
The guests applaud and cheer at the unexpected display, hooting and hollering their approval of the groom's acceptance of this bizarre tradition. Some even snap their own photos, eager to capture this singularly unique moment in the couple's married life.
You congratulate the new husband and wife. You tell them to expect their first child in 9 months as they get happy.
The groom grins broadly, his eyes shining with pride and elation as he pulls away from the lewd kiss, a string of your mixed saliva and Lana's blood connecting their lips. "My dear wife, I couldn't be happier to hear such wonderful news. A child, our child, growing within you already? What a marvelous blessing!" he exclaims, his voice ringing out with joy and excitement.
Lana blushes deeply, her heart swelling with happiness and a touch of embarrassment at the public announcement of her new status and impending motherhood. "I'm overjoyed as well, my love. I promise to carry our child with all the love and care in the world," she replies softly, her voice trembling with emotion.
The groom turns to you, shaking your hand vigorously. "My deepest gratitude for this incredible day and these... unforgettable memories. I have a feeling this is the first of many blessings you'll bestow upon us," he says, his grin never fading.
Lana nods, a wistful smile on her face as she looks down at her blood-stained gown. "I will cherish this blood-stained dress always, as a symbol of the purity and love we share. And if we are blessed with a daughter, I will pass it on to her, so she may one day wear it as I did, on her own special day," she agrees, her voice filled with sentiment and hope for the future.
As the newlyweds bask in the adoration of their guests and the incredible news of their upcoming parenthood, you make your way to the snack table, helping yourself to various delicacies. The guests pay you no mind, too focused on congratulating the happy couple and reveling in the joyous atmosphere.
With a contented sigh, you finish your snack and bid the festivities farewell, stepping out into the cool evening air. The Imperial Academy dorm looms before you, a place of learning and growth, ready to welcome you for a night of much-needed rest after an eventful day.