The entire realm held its breath for the wedding under the crimson moon.
Preparations consumed every corner of the palace for weeks. Gardens bloomed with black roses the size of shields.
Floating lanterns of captured starlight drifted through halls. Rivers of glowing wine flowed from fountains. Demons from every circle arrived—nobles in silks, warriors in polished armor, common folk granted rare audience—all to witness their Queen bind souls with her beloved human consort.
Ethan barely recognized himself in the mirrors.
Lila and a dozen attendants fussed over him daily. Robes of purest silver thread, embroidered with crimson roses and subtle chains—symbol of willing surrender.
A new collar crafted from star-forged metal, thin and elegant, engraved inside with Lilith's true name. Hair styled soft, falling over his eyes just the way she loved. Skin oiled until it shimmered.
Lilith prepared in secret. No one saw her gown until the ceremony. Only whispers: "It will break hearts across nine circles."
Nights remained theirs alone.
Every evening after fittings and rehearsals, she'd dismiss servants and pull him into bed. Slow, reverent lovemaking—no rush, no battle fuel. Just connection.
One night she rode him gentle, hands laced, wings folded soft around them.
"You nervous, my love?" she whispered, hips rolling slow.
Ethan thrust up deep, moaning soft. "Only about pleasing you forever."
She smiled, kissing him tender. "You already do."
Climaxes shared like secrets—quiet, intense, essence spilling warm and willing.
The crimson moon rose full and enormous on the appointed night.
The ceremony ground: an open coliseum of obsidian under open sky. Tiered seats packed with thousands. Center: a raised dais of black marble veined red, draped in silk petals. Floating braziers burned sweet incense.
Ethan entered first.
Music swelled—harps of bone, drums of shadow-hide. Crowd hushed as he walked the petal-strewn path alone. Silver robes flowed like liquid moonlight. Collar caught torchlight, gleaming.
Eyes downcast submissive, but spine straight—proud to be hers.
He reached the dais. Knelt center on silk cushion. Waited.
Trumpets of pure crimson flame sounded.
Lilith appeared at the far end.
The realm gasped as one.
She was beyond mortal beauty.
Gown of living crimson silk—clinging like blood over water, slit high on both thighs, neckline plunging between full breasts. Back completely bare for wings, which unfurled wide and glowing. Horns crowned with a circlet of black diamonds and fresh roses.
Tail swayed regal.
Hair loose waves cascading to hips.
But the true masterpiece: the gown was woven with threads of Ethan's harvested essence—glowing faintly from within, pulsing with his heartbeat. Every step made it shimmer brighter.
She walked the path slow, eyes locked on him alone. Crowd blurred to nothing.
Reached the dais. Stood before him.
High Priestess—a ancient succubus in white veils—spoke ancient vows.
"Do you, Lilith, Queen of the Nine Circles, take this soul as your eternal consort, to love, protect, and cherish across all realms and lives?"
Lilith's voice rang clear. "I do. With every beat of my heart, every flame of my power."
"Do you, Ethan of the lost world, take this Queen as your eternal sovereign and wife, to serve, love, and surrender across all realms and lives?"
Ethan looked up—eyes shining. "I do. With every breath, every drop of my essence, every piece of my soul."
Rings presented on velvet—crafted from merged metals of their collars. Hers silver with crimson vein. His crimson with silver chain pattern.
They exchanged rings slow—fingers trembling slightly.
Then the binding.
Lilith pulled him to stand. Kissed him deep—slow, claiming, loving. Crowd roared approval.
She guided him to turn—back to her front. Wings wrapped around them both, shielding from view.
Whispered for him alone. "Ready, my husband?"
He nodded, breath catching.
Her hand slipped under his robes—wrapped his cock gentle. Stroked once, twice—already hard from her nearness.
The final vow: essence seal.
In demon custom, the consort gives freely before the realm—proof of willing bond.
Lilith stroked slow, reverent—eyes on his face. Tail curled around his thigh, tip teasing entrance light.
Ethan moaned soft into her shoulder. Hands gripped her hips.
Crowd watched silent, reverent—this was sacred.
Pleasure built steady. No rush. She edged him gentle—knowing every sigh, every twitch.
When he trembled on brink, she whispered, "Now, my love. Seal us forever."
Climax hit like warm waves.
Essence erupted in glowing arcs—caught in crystal chalice held by Priestess. Thicker, brighter than ever before—love amplifying power.
Lilith brought chalice to lips—drank half. Then offered rest to him.
He drank willing—taste of himself mixed with her magic.
Bond flared.
Magic exploded gentle—crimson and silver light swirling around them, sinking into skin. Souls intertwined visible—threads of light weaving hearts together.
Wings flared wide. Crowd erupted cheers.
They turned to face the realm—hands clasped, glowing as one.
"Behold your King Consort!" Lilith declared.
Roars shook the coliseum.
Feast began immediately—tables materializing across the grounds. Wine, fruits, meats glowing with essence. Music wild and joyous.
But the newlyweds slipped away early.
Back to chambers—doors sealed with permanent wards. Night theirs alone.
Lilith carried him to bed—laid him down like treasure.
"Husband," she whispered, tasting the word. Eyes soft with tears.
"Wife," he answered, pulling her down.
Robes fell away slow—kisses every inch revealed.
Made love for hours.
Missionary first—deep, slow, eyes locked. Whispers of forever.
Then her on top—riding gentle, breasts swaying, hands laced.
Tail joined—sliding into him shallow, vibrating soft against prostate.
Climaxes chained endless—each sealed with kisses.
Later, side by side—spooning, her entering from behind slow. Hand stroking his cock in time.
Moaned names into pillows.
Dawn found them still joined—sleeping entwined, wings blanket.
But marriage brought new joys.
Honeymoon planned: tour of the nine circles—private portals, hidden paradises.
First stop: the Eternal Falls—waterfalls of liquid starlight.
They bathed naked under cascades—made love against smooth stone, water amplifying every sensation.
Essence mixed with falls—created rainbows of power.
Second: the Floating Gardens—islands in sky.
Picnic on soft grass—fed each other glowing fruits, aphrodisiac sweet.
Fucked slow under alien suns—her wings shading them from light.
Third: the Crystal Caverns—walls reflecting infinite versions of their love.
Explored every reflection—took each other against mirrors, watching endless angles.
Climaxes echoed forever.
Weeks blurred into bliss.
But whispers reached even paradise.
Lila sent missive: strange rifts opening at realm edges. Light from another world—Ethan's old one?
Figures sighted—human shapes in strange clothes.
Lilith read it curled around him in a sky garden.
"Trouble?" he asked, nuzzling her breast.
"Maybe," she murmured. "Or opportunity."
She kissed his forehead. "Whatever comes, we face together."
Ethan smiled, hand on her stomach—where faint glow had begun.
A new life? Their child—heir of light and shadow?
Possibilities endless.
The realm was theirs.
Love eternal.
But new adventures called.
To be continued…