Crimsonbreaking Faction's Chairwoman Little Marriage

Slide. In Alyona's bedroom, on the 2nd day of Heian Ciemnosc's leave from the Wrath Nihility Academy. The entrance opened, and a well-dressed Hong Mei stepped in. Looking at the sleepy but lovely-looking pair in the bedsheets, she smiled and said in a light voice that woke them up immediately. "I take it you've spent enough time together? Eeeeh? We must move, the banquet is anytime soon, and you two are its important hosts. You can't go there unmarried now, can you? That's right, did you like my gift?"

"...?" Alyona's eyes opened smoothly, her tatas facing the ceiling as Hong Mei could see so many hickeys and rosiness from overuse. Heian Ciemnosc, on the other hand, lifted his head and upper torso. He was facedown, sleeping on the bed to Alyona's right, and as he woke up and heard those words, he felt they were for him, so he turned his head around and nodded after thinking for a moment. "Thank you. It really allowed my future wife to accept my body. What will happen to that poor soul, though?"

"Oh, don't worry," Hong Mei stood before the right side of the bed and smiled big time at him, her eyes showing warmth. "I sent that pawn and Elyor away. They'll be back at night for the banquet, but you two must do the procedures first."

“Oh, I see,” Heian Ciemnosc said as he pushed himself from the bed. The already low bedsheets fell down his thighs and revealed too much to the attentive Hong Mei. Alyona looked at him, still not saying anything, making him turn to face Hong Mei and ask her softly. “Can you prepare the things? I will spend some more morning time with Aly.”

“Sure,” Hong Mei nodded and brightly smiled at them. She was about to turn around when Heian Ciemnosc’s left hand caught her left shoulder. She looked back, and he asked her with a tempting tone and tantalizing words. “Or would you like to join us? I don’t mind having you already.”

“... N-n- no, I- I’m fine, I uh- bah byuh!” Hong Mei’s revealed traces of terror. If only one person in this Carrier could hear them bang like pigs, dogs, bunnies, and animals, it was Hong Mei in the Carrier’s center where her little garden was. She flurriedly left Alyona’s bedroom as her heart beat harshly and invigorated. Heian Ciemnosc heard every beat her little heart went crazy with. He couldn’t help but thirst after that skin.

Rustle rustle… Heian Ciemnosc returned to bed, where Alyona’s warmth spread through the mattress and under the bedsheets. A pair of black-coffee eyes waited for him, and her slender hands softly pulled him towards her as her red lips gave him a big smile and spoke to him as he returned to her bosom. “You’re definitely going to make her share my burden after she marries us, won’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I am.” Heian Ciemnosc responded, planting his lips on the right side of her collarbone before facing the ceiling with the bedsheet only covering from below their knees to the soles of their feet. His monster rested flaccid and wobbly on his abdomen, aiming at his chin as if incapable of action for a good while. She looked down at her cherished meaty limb that her future husband would plow her with every day they would be together and smiled proudly ever so slightly.

“I am… infertile… I can’t give you babies.” Heian Ciemnosc suddenly said some time after she laid her right ear on his left shoulder and her left arm crossed over his chest to hug him. Alyona grabbed her left breast and placed it on his torso, directly feeling a cooling sensation as it took place from his chest to his abdomen. She smiled at him brightly with her chin back at his shoulder. “I knew. Hong Mei said so when she examined you. These things are impossible to revert, but I don't care.”

“Then, is that why you let me mess the insides of your body up? Because you knew I was infertile?” Heian Ciemnosc asked her with a soft tone still in his voice. Alyona’s black-coffee eyes were still ‘stuck’ on Heian Ciemnosc’s face from below as she responded, her left hand on his sternum. “What is that about? If you weren’t fertile, I would have been filled with your semen all the same. Turned around, forced in so many positions, and handled so brusquely. Why would it be different?”

“...!” Heian Ciemnosc’s eyelids revealed his eyes wholly. His darkest slightly extended, and he slowly moved his chin downwards to his left to look at his soon-to-be wife in less than an hour. His monster was pumped blood like never before, becoming the monstrosity Alyona grew to treat as her own body. Alyona’s brightened eyes looked down at it, and she sobered up, only to grow drunk in lust and passion right after.

“Here, it needs treatment… hmmm~,” Alyona picked the thing up right before her left breast. Her fingertips held the impossibly heavy object, massaging it lovingly, softly, and carefully with unique motherly instincts. As she placed the tip on her nipple, bending it quite a few inches, her eyes returned to look at her man. Her tongue went out to lick her lips, but it stayed out as her teeth felt somewhat needy and held her tongue.

She appeared somewhat silly. However, her looks made Heian Ciemnosc understand what she was feeling, and it was a type of hunger she wasn’t allowed to enjoy and engross herself in as he did with her. And sure enough, she asked Heian Ciemnosc tenderly with mesmerizing, enchanting eyes as her seductive hips twirled in dances below. “Can I eat it up? Only 1 out of 3 mouths have been fed. It would be unfair to leave my body unattended when you only have this, no?”

“!!!” Heian Ciemnosc’s phallus trembled in her hand, making her nipple feel brutal sudden movements. Since she became excited, both erect things made no slight numbers of pleasure on the other, and they both gladly exhaled in satisfaction, mimicking a sigh at the same time. And then, a brand new vein was genuinely formed from within his meaty thing, smelling so much of blood and meat it made Alyona’s senses dirty and dizzy.

“Is it a hint? Well then,” Alyona said after seeing the new vein pop up right at the middle of his manhood, accompanying the other vein, which was already attractive and attention-grabbing enough. She lowered her body. As she did, Heian Ciemnosc’s belly felt butterflies for the first time. He felt so weak, vulnerable, and… in her hands.

As she neared his monsterhood, she pulled her tongue out and looked at him with upturned eyes. She looked like a cold bitch dissatisfied with being forced. But her breasts willingly lewdly played with his testicles as she locked eyes with Heian Ciemnosc and slowly grabbed his phallus towards the lower half. Feeling his veins made her palm’s skin ticklish and somewhat creepy… but she became so engrossed and hypnotized by the sensations that it was impossible to not want to feel it at all times in her life from now on.

Finally, the middle of her flat, fat tone lapped on the glans. It was relatively big but still not as much as Alyona’s tongue and even more so as it was pressed by the heavy carnal object. Its flavor immediately assaulted her senses, and her womanly instincts kicked in. Without caring anymore, she dropped her eyelids in joy, she started using her tongue as an object to massage in all possible angles this meaty thing’s head.

It went on for several minutes, where Heian Ciemnosc quickly became addicted to the sensation before Alyona’s lips made contact with his meat. She couldn’t stop herself anymore, even if the addictive taste and scent of his phallus were too much to ignore, and she wanted to play with it until the end of time. She gobbled that head up into her mouth.

Her cheeks immediately filled, and her eyes opened slowly to reveal a most enchanting figure to overwhelm Heian Ciemnosc. The sight was heaven-breaking, but the sensations were even more so. Without any energy usage, she suckled on him, covering his crown with her lips and lightly nibbling on the tip. She sucked and swallowed his taste time and again until she couldn’t hold it anymore and took it deeper into her mouth down her throat. Her tongue entwined around it as she began forcing her neck and head up and down with tears streaming down her face.

Yet, the more she tasted and adored this cock of her man, the more she salivated and wanted more!

. . .

Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Carrier’s center, nexus of the entire Carrier, late in the morning.

After some quickies, Heian Ciemnosc and Alyona arrived at the place where their marriage would take place. When they came to the center, they saw a pretty floral design of flower roots leading from the entrance they took to the middle of the core. They were still moving and wriggling. Only then did Heian Ciemnosc notice they were waiting for the two of them to come so they could form this little path towards the moment they’d been waiting for.

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They wore but their regular attire. Heian Ciemnosc had humble-styled clothes on, while Alyona wore a black jacket, dark-dull red long-sleeved shirt below it, and loose but fashionable black pants. It all made Alyona’s carmine red hair stand out more than ever. While Heian Ciemnosc was as mighty handsome as the ‘handsomest’ thing and living being in the world can be, but more so with his own clothing.

The floral design between roots and some petals on the pathway was like a formal and joyous greeting. But it was also the flora of the Carrier showing its contentment with Alyona and even more so with Heian Ciemnosc. Though they also seemed to convey a peculiar message to him. Everything seemed ready, and as they saw Hong Mei in the distance, Alyona spoke softly.

“Our Souls will connect,” Alyona’s words startled Heian Ciemnosc, who looked at her and didn’t have to wait for her to continue. She first looked at him with black-coffee side-eyes before facing him as they locked right and left arms, respectively. “I choose to marry you this way. No material objects, documents, or vows. Just my Soul, all yours. And your Soul, all mine.”

“You can also feel my Soul at all times, always,” Alyona spoke as her eyes became brighter the more she did. As for why? Heian Ciemnosc’s facial expressions. He wasn’t just calm and collected. His heartbeat accelerated, and there was that soft love his eyes would change to whenever she or Hong Mei spent time with him before. “My father didn’t want that, not even with the few wives he did marry ceremoniously. I don’t care if the world knows you’re my husband, all mine. Or if I’m your wife, yours.”

“He thought that giving even a tiny iota of his Soul to be seen by anyone other than him was the same as weakening his image, power, and status.” Alyona tilted her head rightwards, “Because nobody would be worthy of his Soul, or such a woman hadn’t been born yet. All of his wives and concubines were but extra material love. Nothing more…”

“Honey,” Alyona called sweetly. She looked to the front before returning to lock eyes with her honey. “If you’re gonna have some fun, don’t be so stupid to let any woman have you. Only worthy little ‘friends’ and those you owe something should ever be good enough for my man. But if you’re gonna marry someone, you can only do so if your Soul is in accordance with your decision. That means you can only marry your next wives after we decide it will be so.”

‘Eh? ‘We’? Oh…’ Heian Ciemnosc had a split-second thought when Alyona talked up to here.

“Only one thing is left for me to say,” Alyona stopped walking just 3 meters before reaching Hong Mei and faced him. Heian Ciemnosc also stopped, and as he looked at her, she was just ⅓ of a head shorter than him, so she slightly tiptoed and put her mouth beside his right ear. Hong Mei looked on as she read Alyona’s lips, for the latter ‘hid’ her words with her Spirit Sense from others. Be it Races or flora. “Tell me everything you do on a daily basis with them.”

‘Holy fuck… I got myself a cuckquean!’ Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes widened at her words. They recomposed right after, and Alyona now faced him, still tiptoeing, a thing she didn’t need to do before but now needed to look at him with both their eyes at the same level.

Heian Ciemnosc was silent as Alyona looked up at him as she lowered herself slowly. Her smile was big, and she looked fragile, drunk in bliss, and silly. She was in some sort of a daze as she looked up, and just as she voiced a light ‘okay?’ with a tilt of her head, Heian Ciemnosc grabbed her chin and moved to plant his lips on her smooth forehead.

“...” They needed not to say anything. Alyona was like a child looking up at her big, nasty, abusive, and toxic boyfriend, and she was a masochist girl. They held each other’s hands before resuming their steps to stand before Hong Mei, who was still awed at Alyona with a fish’s open mouth-like face as she looked at her boss.

“Ahem, sorry.” Bowing to the two of them with the large, wide mother tree of the Carrier behind her, Hong Mei recomposed herself. When she lifted her face and broke her bow, her face turned joyous, and she looked at them with equal affection.

“It’s just… no kisses before marrying, okay?” Hong Mei sweetly said, covering her mouth with a leaf that protruded from her tight, thin dress that stood out her little and short assets. Heian Ciemnosc tilted his head and said with a smile, “Is it custom not to do so?”

“Emm, nop.” Hong Mei rotated her body in a dance to the left and right before responding. She looked at Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes, then Alyona’s face, before returning to the former. “I just… get really jealous, you know?”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc grinned from both corners of his mouth and shook his head towards her. His darkest eyes, smile, and intentions left Hong Mei wide-eyed. She became aware escaping his naughty grasp wasn’t a choice and began to fear for her safety. But she composed herself once more, and as Heian Ciemnosc felt some sort of change in the atmosphere within this core, Hong Mei’s words turned serious but also unquestionable.

“Heian Ciemnosc, you’ve come here today to become a husband. Alyona’s husband.” Hong Mei looked at who was also her man and recited. As she began, the flowers around them began trembling to a blur, amazing Heian Ciemnosc and Alyona. But Hong Mei continued as she looked at the bride. “Alyona, you’ve come here today to become a wife. Heian Ciemnosc’s wife. Since you are without a surname, Heian will become your surname. By nature’s order.”

Shuaaa… A light glow suddenly emanated from their chests, specifically their sternum. Heian Ciemnosc’s eyes widened, and he looked deep into Hong Mei’s brown-green eyes that began glowing a translucent and transparent white. However, a pure green light as a dot was present within the center of her pupils and irises.

Heian Ciemnosc felt his Soul come out, but after the white glow came out of his body. It turned completely dark. Hong Mei wasn’t alarmed by this as she looked at the changes between what was seemingly his Soul and Alyona’s Soul. Alyona’s white glow exiting from her sternum became grayer within instances and finally gained some crimson specks of dust by the time both their Souls grew an arm’s length.

“Bond. Link. Fuse yourself together as a kindling flame. Merge as one, and see and feel each other as one. Eternally.” Hong Mei recited once more, her hands faced the mother tree’s branches and leaves as the tips of their gush-shaped Souls began looking for the other.

Heian Ciemnosc and Alyona felt they were following Hong Mei, the flora around, and mother nature’s instructions as she recited. Like tentacles, they sought each other, lapping against one another, failing to simply connect with the brusque and quick movements. They became slower and more manipulated by their owners by the passage of moments.

At a certain point, Heian Ciemnosc’s Soul formed tendrils. When those tendrils sought Alyona’s unique Soul, but they still failed to grab a hold of hers a couple times, even as they lapped against them slowly. Finally, the third try was the one. Heian Ciemnosc’s Soul tendrils tapped at Alyona’s Soul, becoming as if stuck to Alyona’s Soul. His Soul and her Soul no longer passed through each other, making some slight collision, but became entangled at last by those tiny dark tendrils.

With such helpful change, Alyona and Heian Ciemnosc had an easier time then slowly connect both of their Souls together. They began rapidly becoming one, the tendrils becoming longer yet remained as thin as air. They pulled on Alyona’s Soul consecutively, but not greedily as if wanting to devour her. Instead, they moved with precision, slowly and longingly. As if they couldn’t wait to form part of each other.

Heian Ciemnosc realized that these weren’t their Souls, and should something like this happen in an unsafe zone, they wouldn’t be hurt even if someone exploded these gush-like Souls or cut them off. It was… nature’s work. It wasn’t as if they were protected by nature. There was no need to protect anything because it wasn’t their Souls!

It was a representation of it, one that did come from their Souls but manifested through nature. Heian Ciemnosc read about this, sure, but he never read anything about how these marriage-links could happen. Seeing Hong Mei’s eyes again, it was clear she wasn’t just talented in the Earth element, but nature itself like no one else he had ever seen. Even at the Wrath Nihility Academy, and that is saying a lot.

Thus, as soon as their Souls were fully connected, Hong Mei emitted a fantastic ‘wow!’ with an overly worshiping tone. Heian Ciemnosc and Alyona felt their bodies filled with the other’s… everything.

“Gasp…” Alyona was engulfed by pure terror. She felt cold, and darkness surround her, and only emptiness accompanied her. But it wasn’t trying to gnaw her mind. It was just… too overwhelming for her. As she remembered this was Heian Ciemnosc’s, this was her husband’s Soul and true self, she recomposed. That cold and emptiness disappeared. What replaced it was Heian Ciemnosc’s left hand interlocking fingers with her right hand.

“Greetings from the world, Husband and Wife,” Hong Mei declared as the two newlyweds felt the other’s every heartbeat, intent, and… love.

“Well- err?” Hong Mei smiled softly. She felt so tender inside she couldn’t remain here any further, or she would cry purely in bliss. But then, before she could even lift her feet a single iota, both newlyweds looked at her, they smiled at her as well. Hong Mei felt her scalp tingle, cold seeped into her spine, and before she knew it, her dress was pulled down, letting her torso reveal little breasts only a child should have, but which Heian Ciemnosc showed equal love to despite their tiny size for a woman her age.

Hong Mei’s lower body was still hidden by her pulled-down-dress, but a tremendous phallus of the meatiest of meat was aimed at the ceiling just 1 cm in front of her nose. All she could do before submitting to Heian Ciemnosc’s pleasure, her desires, and love was to gulp in nervous anticipation.

What followed after ceremoniously making a habit for every new wife of Heian Ciemnosc to be banged hard by him first and then wed, she was connected to Heian Ciemnosc’s Soul. This time, she only obediently nodded and did as he asked. While she also had to do the ceremony so nature would bear witness, she felt the most joyous in the world as her boss was there to witness… everything.

When Heian Ciemnosc became one with her, married in nature, the garden trembled and swayed with a tender, murky green glow. Night soon came…

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