Perfect Union under the Perfect Twelves

The day when they will tie their future together is less crowded than one would expect. Yet, the merry atmosphere remains—at least, for them.

From the outside, the old castle appears worn out, hardly a perfect place to reside. The abandoned church standing at the corner near the castle seems to be on the verge of collapse at any moment. Again, it's hardly a perfect spot to host any party, especially a wedding party. The Officers even doubted themselves when they arrived at the meeting spot, but not for long, as a beautiful attendant greeted them and led them inside. 

Six female servants from Ades’ side and six male attendants from Feruci’s side were all dressed well, accordingly to their respective sides, lining up. In the altar, Feruci stands proudly, waiting as Ades walks the flowery road with a smile. He outstretches his hand, takes Ades to his side as his gaze on her veiled face, admiring her beauty, enjoying the flowing poison as if he’s drinking a high-quality honey.

“You’re as bewitching as the day I saw you the first time.”

“Shouldn’t you at least say, ‘you’re even more beautiful than that day’ instead?”

“Your beauty has no match, not even your past self.”

Ades raises an eyebrow, then chuckles. She doesn’t look slightly offended by Feruci’s play of words.

“Shall we start, my dear?”

The ceremony consists of only two main parts: the wedding vows and the signing of the document. From the oath exchange to the document legalization, the process doesn’t even take a full hour before the papers are given. Feruci smiles in satisfaction upon seeing their names and signatures, and casually drives off the Officers. Now that Ades is legally his wife, he can’t wait to act on the first marital ritual—and it’s not about their wedding night.

Before he moves, however, Ades stops him. She waves her hand, and her female servants all move towards the male attendants to seduce them. Feruci raises an eyebrow, though makes no move to stop them. 

“A wedding gift from me,” Ades whispers and gently pushes him down to sit. “If you want to involve them in our wedding night, or if you wish me to… take them all,” She winks, “Be my guest.”

Feruci chuckles and pulls her to sit on his lap. He says nothing, yet his gaze remains on their servants getting busy indulging themselves in the moment. Clothes stripped down, sensual dances, faint breaths and whimper filling the air, soon letting smell and sound of sex circulate in the room. It doesn’t take long before moans get louder and other debauched sounds complement each other, acting as background music for the two master’s peculiar entertainment.

“A marvelous gift, indeed.” Feruci’s hand gently rubs Ades’ waist as he smiles at her proudly. “Our twelves diciples indulging in our perfect day when the twelve constellations aligned. You chose the right thing at the right moment. I couldn’t be prouder.”

“It’s a party, after all. What’s a party without a little wildness on the side?”

“You consider this as a side dish?”

“My main dish is you, after all.”

Feruci laughs. They share a deep, loving kiss as their servants get more intimate before them. The cold and dim church instantly grows hot. The place that is said to be God’s home, the holy sanctuary, is more like the sinner’s jail. Sweat, saliva, and something more debauched, sticking to each other’s skin, glistening. Just like how the servants are enjoying themselves in the heavenly sin, both Feruci and Ades drown in their deep kiss, devouring each other like there is no tomorrow, trying to level-up the other and make them surrender.

When Ades finally pulls back, a string of saliva connects their swollen lips, thins out before disappearing. Her eyes were on Feruci, staring into the blue orbs as her thumb gently rubbed his lipstick-stained lip.

“Where else shall I mark you?” She whispers, smacking her own lips. “I have many colors for you to choose.”

“Wherever you wish,” Feruci whispers back, gaze locked on Ades’ equally messy lips. “There are countless things your mouth can do.”

She giggles and gets up from his lap, gazing at their servants drown deeper into the pool of desire. It doesn’t look like they will stop any time soon—Ades prepares the ladies to last themselves for a while, after all. Her poison doesn’t simply work as a poison. It’s a potent drug; it could kill, but not without a drip of a bit of fun. Then again, what kind of fun without a little risk? 

“Let them be,” Feruci trails his hand on her waist while kissing her shoulder, “Follow me. I also have a gift for you.”

Feruci leads Ades out of the church, leaving the building burned by carnal desire all night long. 

Outside the church, the haunting aura is so strong in the air. Trash, dying trees, the ruin of the castle standing tall in the middle of this misty, vast garden, and crows barking in the distance while eyeing them suspiciously before leaving the vicinity out of fear. The wind whirled beneath Feruci’s sole, spreading with each step he took and clearing the pathways. It doesn’t simply sweep away the trash; it gives life to the dying castle.

“Oh?”

Ades watches in awe as the cracked ground slowly mends. Dried leaves danced following the breeze, magically breathing new life into the plants. The castle, as they walk closer, shakes and makes suspicious rumbles. What was once a ruin now works on rebuilding itself to its former glory, devoid of the previous dead image it held for who knows how long. 

Feruci leads her inside. One by one, the white clothes draped over the furniture uncover themselves, showing a brand new interior that is equally luxurious, matching Ades’ liking and taste.

“From now on, this will be our main residence,” Feruci says, kissing her hand, “This is where our lives as a family starts.”

Ades was thoroughly surprised. She always thought Feruci was a peculiar man, if not eccentric beyond belief. But, after what she just witnessed, she’s now convinced of her suspicion regarding his real identity. A man of this calibre is in no way a human. Yet, the fact doesn’t scare her. It thrills her further, even.

She laughs. Her laughter reverberates in the air, echoing to the high ceiling. “I gratefully accept this gift, Feruci. However,” She grins teasingly. “I didn’t expect you to feel competitive. I mean, returning this old ruin to its former glory? Inside out?”

“It was meant for you, whether we end up married or not. But I admit, I didn’t want to lose.” He chuckles and pulls her waist. “As your husband, it’s my job to make you feel loved. It means that whatever you gifted me will be returned at least three fold.”

“Oh? Does it mean you have another gift ready?”

“I do. For starters,” He whispers. “Twelve hours of ecstatic wedding night to remember.”

Ades smiles. She knows what it means. When the world presented to her palm; his world, his everything, for her disposal. It’s not just about physical intimacy, but the will to show his barest heart and let her poison him thoroughly.

Ades wraps her arms around his neck, tiptoeing, blowing her hot breath to Feruci’s ear and whispers seducingly,

“I am never more than ready.”

Feruci smiles. He lifts her chin and kisses her lips as his other hand flicks the fingers, magically transferring their position from the entrance to the bedroom. He carries her to the bed without breaking the kiss, letting her have the lead as his hands work to undress her. The kiss that gradually gets deeper, hotter, messier, with each other’s taste mingling through their dancing tongues, flicks the light of their desire—his; to have him dance for her and drown in the flame. Feruci willingly follow her silent command. While getting undressed, he let their bare skins graze each other and feel the heat circulate between them. The sweet, satisfied hums she lets out are responded to by his knowing grunt.

“Will you sing for me, Feruci?”

“If you wish me to,” Feruci lightly bites her exposed neck. “And I’ll make you sing my name better.”

She giggles and exhales. His sharp fangs trailed down her neck while leaving hot trails of his lapping tongue. His hands roam all over her body with feathery and teasing touches. Beneath him, Ades lets him explore her body as much as he wishes, enjoying the spark, urging him to do more by purposely letting out an exaggerated moan. At times, she teases him by giving a pleading stare, and he responds with a chuckle while teasing her back by not giving her what she wants.

Each touch burns the other more. They take turns pleasing each other, knowing perfectly what and where to play. It’s not an exaggeration to say that both know how to make the other surrender. Yet, not wanting to lose out on a mere foreplay, they keep repaying a small tease with another tease. Laughters between them sound sweet and loving, in contrast to how rough they are treating each other’s bodies. Without moving to the main attraction yet, their previously clean skin is now marred by each other’s marks; kiss marks, bite marks, and ambiguous bluish spots on Feruci, as Ades doesn’t hold back from poisoning his body at any given chance.

“What do you feel?” Ades traces the new, bluish spot that slowly turns darker. “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t.” Feruci spreads her legs open while giving another deep bite on her bosoms. “I feel hot.”

As their bodies finally united, Ades let out a loud moan. Her voice echoes along with the sound of skin slapping against skin, complementing each grunt and whimper. Her nails digging deep into Feruci’s back, leaving ugly marks on his skin, drawing traces of blood. His firm grip around her thighs to keep them spread as much also leaves a deep stain—a sign. His mark of territory. Ades can fuck any other men and women out there, but he already imprinted his existence into her body; an unerasable mark belongs to him and him only.

The whisper and pleasured scream fill the air. Feruci takes his sweet time to observe her reactions. He loves to see her expression twist from his teasing, the glare she throws when he keeps denying her silent pleas, the way she moans out his name and the implicit beg, down to her attempt to poison him with every close contact they did, oh, how he loves seeing the woman writhes, his woman, drown in the pleasure he provides, yet still daringly challenges him to a near-death situation.

“You do love the thrill as much as I do,” Feruci states while biting her finger, smiling. “No other man can handle you better.”

“That’s why I married you.” Ades hisses, body shaking from head to toes. “You excite me.”

Ades dislikes obedience at a certain moment. Feruci’s calm demeanour while taking all the bruises she makes arouses her further. She can’t wait for a day to see him twitch. While their bodies mingle into one, trapping him in the web she carefully laid out, hearing him grunting out her name between pleasure and pain. She wants to push his boundaries, to shake him thoroughly, and the thought alone is already sending a shiver down her spine.

“I bet you are thinking about me.”

“I am.” Ades licks his palm. “You make me crazy.”

Feruci chuckles. He has been denying their high long enough. Through another messy kiss they share, Feruci gives one decisive thrust that makes Ades see stars. With their peak hits at the same time, both grunts out their pleasure, and yet, Feruci still has a lot of ways for them to feel the wave better than the last.

“How many times do you think you can come?”

Ades, panting heavily from her first climax, rises up and pushes Feruci on the mattress, sitting right on his groin. “The night is still young.” On top of him, she spreads her legs, showing her still drenched private area is ready for another round. “It’s too early to ask me such a thing.”

Feruci chuckles and raises both hands in surrender. “Whatever my lady says, then.”

It’s almost like a ritual; a kiss that starts their love-making, and another one to end it. As promised, Feruci didn’t let her go before twelve hours had passed. And he holds her still for another twelve hours, showering her with his utmost form of love he can think of, and Ades thoroughly accepts the challenge to please him as much. 

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Commission Story Written by Astharoshe Atthran on Facebook / Carrd