I signed the marriage certificate with shaky hands. A dark ring with a silver rose sat heavy on my finger. The next event was the claiming of the bride in front of everyone present in the hall—ending the girl’s virginity and sealing the commitment into every mind watching.
Despite trying so hard to reach this moment, some part of me had never truly believed I would be chosen. I had never let myself think about the final ritual of the wedding night. Now I stood shaking, eyes darting around the hall as Salua slid his hand under my skirt and touched me. Wearing nothing beneath the dress had been mandatory for the ceremony. I let out a shaky breath and pressed my eyes shut.
“Look at me when I claim you.”
I opened them again and met his gaze. His eyes glowed with a chilling intensity. He pressed his palm fully against my core. Cold fingers parted my flesh and rubbed my clit. My legs trembled. I could not stay still. I had to steady myself by placing both hands on his shoulders.
“That’s it… you’re getting wet for me.”
Slowly he teased my entrance. The contrast of his cold hand against my burning skin, the way he touched every place that ached, felt too good.
“Show me you want me too.”
I rocked against his finger and moaned when it began to enter me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me hard against his chest, then devoured my mouth. His tongue was longer than any human tongue, exploring every corner. I moaned into the kiss; he groaned back, and the pace of his fingers quickened.
The thought of being finger-fucked by the god we all worshipped, in front of a room full of prejudiced people, was enough to make me senseless. I pressed closer, kissed him harder, too far gone to care about the sounds I made.
Salua’s erection pressed against my stomach. Even through his clothes I could feel how large and hard he was. I thought of that huge cock inside me instead of his long fingers—pounding into me, hitting every spot that itched to be touched.
Losing my virginity hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to what I had endured during the strict rituals and the tattoo burned into my back.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Salua growled against my ear. I was right on the edge, orgasm so close I could barely speak.
“M-Master… I—I’m yours… only… truly…”
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of me. I gasped. Wetness dripped onto the stone floor.
“On your knees.”
I remembered the first rule of being his wife: prioritize his needs above everything. This was the test. I dropped to my knees at once. He opened his robe and freed his monstrous length—fully erect, flushed dark. The Savers had made us practice on dildos, forcing us to gag on the toys while they palmed themselves through their pants without shame. We were Salua’s Virgins. They would die if they ever touched us.
But those silicon toys could never have prepared me for the heat of his actual flesh. Compared to the rest of his cold body, his cock burned. After a few seconds of adjustment I put everything I had into satisfying him. My eyes watered, but I kept them locked on his blazing ones while I sucked and licked. The Savers began chanting prayers in shaking voices, praising Salua and begging for the courage to keep witnessing his magnificent grace without committing sin.
“Watch my bride worship me the way every one of you wishes you could,” Salua said loudly to the entire room.
The oldest Saver’s voice trembled. “Please, You Greatest Master… let us have even the smallest share of your grace as well.”
Salua increased the pace of his thrusts into my mouth. I moaned around him. I could never take all of him.
“I will let every one of you relieve yourselves while you watch me claim what is mine. But do not dare look at my wife while you fall apart. Moan only my name.”
The hall grew restless—rustling fabric, low moans, murmured prayers.
It did not take long before he came. He released so much I had to swallow every drop. Failure would not be forgiven. The entire hall reached its edge with him.
After I licked him clean, he finally withdrew and covered himself again. Then he held out his hand. I took it and stood. He kissed me once more and wiped the spit and cum from my lips and chin.
“Very impressive,” he murmured.
“Anything for my Master.”
“You deserve a good reward after serving me with such selflessness. Ask me anything you want as our wedding gift.”
I swallowed hard. This was the moment I had waited for so long.
“I ask for nothing but your blessing for my poor family. My mother is dying and my brother is a criminal. If I must choose… I only want to see my mother healthy and happy again.”
Salua listened in silence for a moment. Then he brushed a finger over my cheek.
“Then you will see her healthy and happy again tomorrow morning when you go to check on her. You shall see your brother at home as well, helping your mother with the housework.”
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I could not believe what I was hearing.
“Thank you,” I whispered, holding back a sob.
The ceremony ended with Salua scooping me into his arms, bride-style, and vanishing in a blink. The next moment we stood inside the chambers of the ancient building where Salua lived with his wives. A huge bed with silky black sheets dominated the center of the room. I had no time to look around. Instantly Salua ripped my dress away, then his own clothes, and took me down onto the bed.
I lost count of how many times he fucked me, how many times he dragged another orgasm from me with that long tongue. At dawn he finally lay beside me and let me fall asleep.
The next morning I went home to check on my mother—and found exactly what Salua had promised. Mom was out of bed, clothes clean and tidy, hair done, color returned to her skin. She was baking pancakes and laughing at something Tom, my brother, was telling her. Tom stood in the kitchen setting the table for three. I stood frozen in the doorway, vision blurred, unsure whether I was laughing or crying.
Mom wiped her hands and came to me.
“Mary, darling, why are you crying?”
She pulled me into a hug. I held her tightly and sobbed against her shoulder.
“Sis, I arrived just an hour ago,” Tom said. “I was surprised when I realized you weren’t home.”
I pulled away from Mom and hugged him too.
“Oh, Tom… you have no idea how much I missed you. It doesn’t matter how angry I’ve been with you anymore. I’m just glad you’re here.”
“Of course… it’s my home after all.”
We sat down and ate breakfast. Mom asked about the fancy green dress I was wearing.
“It’s so beautiful on you. But where did you get that?”
I blushed and looked away. I had chosen it from Salua’s closet that morning. I knew it would not take long for the whole town to learn I was his newest wife, but I still felt nervous telling them myself.
“Wait,” Tom said suddenly. “What’s that ring you’re wearing…?”
Their expressions turned serious. Mom looked at me with concern.
“Mary… isn’t it—”
“Yes. Salua’s ring,” I said at last, not looking up.
Tom let out a breath. “You’re joking…”
I shook my head.
“Oh, my little daughter…”
Mom suddenly burst into tears.
“Mom! Please don’t… he’s the one who—”
“Oh, Mary… my little Mary… Congratulations, sweetheart!”
She stood and hugged me again. Relief flooded me when I saw she was happy. Tom shook his head in disbelief.
“Is he my… brother-in-law now…? I can’t believe it! Hey, Sis, what does he really look like?”
I described Salua with the best words I could find while we finished breakfast. I told them he had called me forward himself and paid little attention to the others.
I had to return to the chambers before noon. After making sure everything was fine at home, I left.
From that day on I poured all my energy into loving Salua and serving him as best I could. He told me he had never had a wife with a heart as pure as mine. He said I was both elegant and strong, and he did not want this feeling to end. When I asked about his own eternal pain, he answered that he could feel none of it when I was with him. All I had to do was remain his and never leave his side, and everything would be perfect for both of us.
I stopped returning to my family’s house. I stopped communicating with almost anyone.
“They’re fine,” Salua said. “They should know everything they have is thanks to you—and now you are completely mine.”
I listened. “All I need is your love,” I answered.
One year later I walked into a store and saw a WANTED poster pressed to the door. Tom’s face stared back at me. The poster said he had been pickpocketing for over a year in town and had recently gone further—stealing from houses, hurting and killing anyone who tried to stop him. The cashier noticed me reading it.
“A very malicious criminal, huh? I’ve heard he even killed his own sick mother and set the house on fire. Be very careful, young lady.”
I turned and walked calmly toward the shelves.
“A very malicious criminal indeed.”
I bought my groceries and left the store, feeling as if nothing in my life had changed. I had heard the news. Tom was a serial killer and a thief. Mom had been dead a long time. She had never gotten better. But I felt nothing.
“Sunset is close,” I thought. “Gotta hurry before Salua gets worried.”
Fin
