There was, it turned out, a formalized rank for people like myself and Rachel, who stood very highly in the Duke's esteem, without ourselves being landowners and, therefore, lords by law and fact. Recognized Companions of the Duke weren't given votes on the Council, but we were allowed to attend its meetings and speak during them, and Kara, by law, owed us a stipend that was mostly a formality; we lived in her house, ate her food, and hadn't yet encountered a reason to spend money on anything...
...right up until Rachel reminded me that I had promised to make her a wedding dress, and I ended up having to buy a bunch of fabric for that. Thankfully, the dark elves still weren't quite up to speed on this whole money thing, so when I came to them to trade for the silk fabric I needed, I tricked them into accepting far more coin than they would've taken from me if they knew what things were really worth.
Most of the work that went into Rachel's wedding dress was design work. Traditional wedding dresses were designed for omegas, not alphas, and showcased wholly different features. Sure, Rachel had grown a bit plusher as of late, but she was still quite recognizably an alpha, and designing a dress that would showcase the fact that she was an alpha, marrying a second alpha, with the full, open, shameless intent to, essentially, 'be the omega' was challenging.
Thankfully, Carbon was good at literally everything, and we spitballed a bunch of ideas back and forth in Siobhan's house, the matronly omega chiming in with vital cultural context that both Carbon and I were simply too outside of Nukem culture to intuitively know. And, with some doing, and a lot of revisions, and plenty of time on the sewing machine, we finally, finally got a wedding dress ready on the sixth day. It was all silk, it was bejeweled and embroidered to the nines with all colors of the rainbow, and it was enchanted to be very, incredibly sturdy, because I intended Rachel to still be wearing it for our wedding night.
It was passed off, through Volex, to Rachel, who I was not allowed, by tradition, to see in the week leading up to the wedding. It was lonely, and I missed her, even though I did still have the rest of my polycule I could talk to, kiss, and cuddle.
"So, how does this work?" Volex asked. "Once you're married to Rachel, do you get to fuck all of us? Or do we all have to get married too before we get to have sex?"
"I already have a wedding dress ready to go, if it matters," Carbon offered. "It's in a different style, but I think you'll like it."
"It's not actually a dress, and is in fact just some strips of fabric that happen to cover your nipples and genitals, isn't it?" I asked.
"Now why would I go and obscure the best parts like that?" Carbon asked, affronted.
"Anyway, Volex, no, I'm pretty sure Rachel isn't going to insist that we all get married before we start fucking. Just that she wanted to get married to me before I started fucking her. And since she was here first, and has first dibs on my dick, that means that none of you get a turn until Rachel says so." I tapped my chin contemplatively. "...Okay, she might insist that Kara get married to me before Kara can ride my dick, but that'd probably just be because she wants to see Kara in a wedding dress, because Rachel is gay as hell and I've awakened in her a taste for busty alphas."
"Would that be politically advisable?" Elendar asked. "Marriage among landed aristocrats in Nukem is rather strictly traditional, is it not?"
"It is," I said. "Buuuut, it's also something that's only really enforced by other landed aristocrats, and she is building up plenty of political capital, some of which she might be more than happy to spend by publicly announcing her intentions to take it up the ass on the regular... or, which she might have better plans for, and a wedding doesn't happen. It depends on how Kara feels about it, and she's not here for us to ask. She's off hanging out with Rachel. And probably doing whatever it is a Duke does all day."
"You could ask her," Elendar said.
"We've both been busy," I said. "Anyhow, what if we attached the veil here?"
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The Grand Hall of Manor Nukem sure felt a lot different, these days. It was midmorning when the ceremony began- early enough that the wedding could reasonably be said to last all day, but late enough that nobody felt imposed upon by being awake for it.
I stood in the chancel, in front of an altar. Deciding on who, precisely, would be officiating the wedding was surprisingly tricky; Kara was the Duke and a nun, and her blessing of our marriage would be auspicious, but she was a nun, not a priestess, and had no training in conducting religious ceremonies such as this. High Priestess Amelia, meanwhile, was also quite highly-regarded, as well as being already trained in conducting religious ceremonies. Indeed, she'd done many grand, ceremonious weddings before, and so we had, in the end, asked her to conduct the ceremony.
This wasn't to say that Kara had no involvement in the wedding ceremony at all. There was an existing native wedding tradition that looked, if you squinted, like the practice of groomsmen and bridesmaids from my world's weddings, and quite naturally, the four other women that Rachel and I intended to share our lives, homes, and hearts with were the first to go on the lists, with Kara being the (local equivalent of) Best Man and Volex the (again, local equivalent of) Maid of Honor.
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The rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were drawn from people we were on close terms with; Rebecca and Siobhan Cartwright were up here with us, too, as was Queen Selva, the old swordsage- who had informed me in no uncertain terms that it was on purpose I didn't know her name, and I'd left it at that- Allie the washing lady, and a few knights who Rachel had been on friendly terms with before I'd arrived. Even Eris was here, albeit mostly just to fuck with her.
Manor Nukem itself was providing the music for the ceremony- a tasteful, ceremonial-sounding, yet totally alien to my ears arrangement of horns, a few strings, and what sounded almost, but not exactly, like a hammered dulcimer, all without a band of any sort.
For my part, despite my daily outfit having been designed to be Very Fancy, and worthy of a Duke's court, it was, still, my daily outfit, and did not really qualify as 'dressing up' for my wedding. So, naturally, I'd made a new one, based loosely upon the traditional groom's outfit from my home. The pants had been replaced with leggings- skintight and figure-hugging, because I knew what I liked and what Rachel liked, and that just happened to agree with local fashions- and the suit jacket had been extended a little, given coattails, and made generally showier and more impressive, because I wasn't going to show up to my own wedding looking boring. The suit jacket had also been carefully tailored, along with the white button-down shirt I wore, to hug and frame my still massive tits and girldick, which was more complicated given that these clothes were made from woven fabric, which did not stretch very much. The button-down shirt itself, I wore with a significant number of buttons strategically undone, to better frame, support, and expose my bountiful cleavage. And while I had been considering a bowtie, which would leave my cleavage both unobscured and unadorned, some consideration led me to the conclusion that, no, I was going to go all in on this, just like everything else, and so, I put on a traditional necktie... which, of course, got tucked into my cleavage, because I thought I was funny and also hot. And, well, I suppose it'd also protect us from the possibility of my dick getting hard enough to poke out of my cleavage and make itself known, which so far had only happened like three times the whole time I'd been here.
A big, loud, low bell chimed above us, and the music changed seamlessly, signaling the start of the ceremony.
The doors of the Grand Hall opened, and I grinned as I saw Rachel standing there, gliding inside on her long legs.
The ensemble I'd made for her wasn't just yet another palette-swapped version of my outfit, like I'd given to Elendar. She wore high heels, but they were ordinary high heels, with thin soles, a reasonably open top, and nothing going up and around her shins. She did wear thigh highs, visible to all through the very sheer layers of her silk skirt, but thigh highs were basically just sexy socks, and my outfit didn't have any sort of claim to it.
A wide, long ribbon of white silk embroidered with black wrapped around her waist in an intricate pattern, tying off into a big, fancy, beautiful bow at the small of her back. She wore a white overbust corset, giving her a bit of an omega-like hourglass figure as well as some genuinely impressive cleavage, but connected to the overbust corset was a cape that floated behind her as she walked, padded just a bit to accentuate her broad, alpha-like shoulders, with her well-muscled alpha-like biceps being mostly unobscured by the white gloves she wore that came up past her elbows.
My tie shifted a bit, and I nodded, a tear prickling at the corner of my eye. I definitely was going to need the tie to keep my boner from poking out of my cleavage. And Rachel, in turn, demonstrated her own undeniable alpha-ness, popping her own very visible foot-long boner that lifted and tented the front of her skirts.
For all that she was the "no sex before marriage" type, it was easy to forget that Rachel was still every bit the horny, gay-ass freak that I was, and I looked forward to long, long years of her getting to remind me, over and over and over again.
Rachel came to a stop in front of me, the veil still over her face, transparent enough that I could see tears in her eyes as well.
"Hey there, gay ass," I whispered, heard by nobody but her. "Come here often?"
Rachel laughed, pure and sweet. "You fucking dork..."
The final design of her dress had been a masterstroke, as I realized that I'd eschewed corsetry because it would interfere with tucking my cock into my cleavage, but Rachel would be doing no such thing. Indeed, if we abandoned the customary bulge-display that dominated styles these days altogether, we didn't need Rachel's cock tucked upwards and poking through her top anyways. We could let it dangle freely, and when a bulge to demonstrate alpha-ness was necessary, we could simply let her pitch a tent, like she was currently doing.
"We are gathered here today," Amelia announced, as the music faded. "To celebrate the union in love of Archmage Lucifer Morningstar, and Swordsage Rachel Miranda of the Black Wind.
"One season, one month, one week, and one day ago today, Rachel Miranda attempted to summon the Angel, Lucifer Morningstar. At the time, she thought it had gone wrong, but would come to realize it had gone so right. Archmage Lucifer came to our world at Rachel's behest, making friends and brightening days wherever she went, but the first and most important friend she made was Rachel.
"The two fell in love- forbidden and shameful love, to Rachel, but pure, sweet, and innocent love to Lucifer, and that simple joy had rubbed off onto the knight over their time together." Wait, what? Rachel never told me this. I mean, okay, she said it was something to keep on the down-low, but she never really seemed ashamed of it. Was Amelia just making shit up? "And though their love has expanded to include others, their love for each other never wavered or stretched-" Well, except for that time I got her exiled and she flipped her shit, she was wavering pretty hard there. "-and now, today, in recognition of this love once thought forbidden and shameful... they wed, openly and happily, beloved by their neighbors.
"Do you, Rachel Miranda, take Lucifer Morningstar to be your husband, through thick and through thin, come hell or high water?"
"I do," Rachel said.
"Do you, Lucifer Morningstar, take Rachel Miranda to be your wife, for better or worse, until death do you part?"
"I do," I said.
"By the authority invested in me by the Grand Temple and the angels themselves, I declare the two of you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Rachel pulled back her veil, grinning at me. "Better not keep them waiting."
So I kissed her.