Two weeks passed since Bastion and Lilia returned to Diamondhart Castle. During that time, they waited for Lilia's parents to arrive from Aurenthal to attend their private wedding.
Once they arrived Bastion finally got to meet Lilia's rather infamous parents as well as their plus one.
Lilia's father, Caius, was a tall man with a sharp, angular face and striking blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing. As a wizard, his approach to magic was methodical and precise, reflecting years of practice and study. He had earned the title of Rank 1 mage through dedication and skill.
Beside him stood Tessara, Lilia's mother, her long blue hair cascading over her shoulders. A wizard in her own right and also a Rank 1 mage, she carried herself with quiet confidence and a composed grace. Her presence was warm and attentive, especially toward her daughter.
Completing the family circle was Selene, a striking woman with nimble movements and an easy charm, a Rank 1 Thief. She had met Lilia's parents during one of their adventurous travels, and the connection had been instant. Selene's talents were precise and practical, and she fit naturally into their tight-knit bond.
Bastion noticed the ease with which the three interacted, the subtle glances and gentle smiles, and realized that while their abilities were varied, their bond and presence were undeniably strong.
"So, you're the man marrying my daughter?" Caius asked, his tone sharp with appraisal.
"Stop it, dear. You're talking to the duke," Tessara scolded.
"Nonsense. He is still my son-in-law. Besides, there is a time for formality and a time to judge my daughter's husband. Now is the time to judge. So tell me, Bastion, is our daughter just a plus one?"
"Father, stop," Lilia complained, her face flushing with embarrassment.
"As much of a plus one as Lady Selene here," Bastion replied with his professional smile.
"Wow! I'm a lady now. Hear that, Caius? He said I'm a lady."
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"Caius? Selene?"
"Sorry, dear," they said in unison.
Bastion immediately realized who truly ran this household. It certainly wasn't the father, judging by their dynamics.
"The preparations are ready," Elyra said, emerging from Bastion's shadow and startling Selene, who, unlike her mage lovers, had been silently on guard the entire time.
"That's a nifty trick," Selene said. "What class is that?"
"Do you have the devotion necessary to place your life in your master's hands?" Elyra replied as the two couples entered the venue.
"Never mind," Selene muttered, following along.
Elyra smirked triumphantly, then closed the doors and melted back into the shadows.
The wedding was as traditional and admittedly as dull as Bastion's and Seraphina's had been, officiated by the same priest who had granted Bastion his class. He was the family priest, loyal enough to remain even as the dukedom changed hands.
After the ceremony, they enjoyed a lavish dinner. It might have been a full-blown party, but there weren't enough guests to justify one. They had, however, hired musicians so Bastion and Lilia could share an intimate dance.
Once the night ended, Lilia's parents were escorted to a guest room while Seraphina was having a private discussion with Lilia. Bastion could somewhat guess what they were discussing but he chose to remain ignorant for Lilia's sake.
"Okay. She's ready," Seraphina declared as she made her way to her laboratory where she would be sleeping for the night.
Elyra had already melted into the shadows, leaving Lilia and Bastion alone in the dining room to enjoy their privacy.
"I… I'm ready," Lilia said with determination.
Bastion smiled and took her hand, leading her to his chambers.
"You don't have to be so nervous," he said, trying to calm her.
"I can't help it. I've been thinking about this for years, and I still can't help being nervous."
"It really isn't that big of a deal. We have spells to make sure everything is comfortable."
"Seraphina told me about those. Do they really help?"
"Yes, very much. I'm sure you'll find out soon."
Lilia gulped and fell silent as they entered Bastion's room.
A large bed was set against the wall, draped in soft, flowing curtains. Plush bedding in rich, muted tones looked inviting, while the warm glow of nearby lamps cast gentle shadows across the room.
Bastion escorted Lilia inside and guided her to sit by the bedside. Gently, he cupped her cheek and leaned in for a tender kiss.
Lilia's nerves receded like a tide, replaced by anticipation and a soft, floating delight. She loved how gentle Bastion was, taking the time to guide her carefully.
Slowly, his hands began to roam as he undressed both her and himself. Before Lilia even realized it, they were both naked, still locked in a passionate kiss.
Bastion lifted her and carried her to the head of the bed, settling her gently as he hovered above her. Before moving any further, he paused to ask,
"Are you ready?"
"Ye—yes," she replied.
Bastion positioned himself carefully, gently applying pressure, but then he ran into a problem.
"Stop! Stop! It's too big!"
He was indeed too large for Lilia, even though she was already wet from their long, passionate make-out session.
"Don't worry," Bastion said. "I have just the spell."
He gathered his mana and waved his hand over himself. His cock shrank in size, reducing from eight inches long and two inches in diameter to six inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter.
Lilia watched the process, genuinely intrigued, before realizing just how big Bastion was.
"You were going to shove that huge thing inside me?" she exclaimed.
"Well, not anymore. Are you ready?"
"Are you sure it'll fit this time?"
"I think it's about average for most men."
"Alright, but go slow."
Bastion obliged, slowly easing himself in. Finally, he reached deep enough to touch her hymen.
"Okay. This is it. It might hurt unless—"
Lilia waved her hand, casting a contraception spell along with a mild sedative on herself to ease the pain.
"Okay. Now I'm ready."
Bastion nodded and pushed through, breaking her hymen. Lilia didn't seem to feel a thing as he continued to bury himself inside her. Finally, he reached her cervix, taking his full length.
"It feels weird," Lilia said. "And full."
"It's the movement that feels good," Bastion replied.
"Shouldn't you be moving then?"
"You might have cast a sedative spell on yourself but if I just push through and start moving you'll definitely start feeling pain tomorrow."
"Oh, take your time then."
"No, Lilia. You'll need to heal yourself for this."
"Oh! Good idea," she said, casting Mystic Mend to heal herself.
"Now, you can remove the sedative, or you won't enjoy it as much."
Lilia did as instructed and the rising pleasure felt familiar at first, the kind that usually signaled an approaching climax. Yet this was different. The sensation ran deeper, more diffuse, as though the pleasure were spreading through her whole body instead of staying in one place. It wasn't exactly stronger, just unfamiliar, a broader, fuller kind of buildup she hadn't felt before.
"Whoa! This is different from what I expected."
"You haven't felt anything yet. Just lie back and enjoy yourself."
"Okay."
Bastion started out slow and steady, pulling and pushing himself while watching Lilia's expression with care. He angled his tip deliberately, probing for the spot that would make her react.
A moan escaped her as he brushed against the upper part of her depth, her body writhing beneath him. Passing over it again, he confirmed he'd found it when she bit down on her lip.
"Bastion, I'm—I'm feeling something building."
Bastion leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her neck before whispering in her ear, "Let it build. Let it grow as strong as you can bear, until you can't hold it back any longer."
Moans filled the air as Lilia writhed under his touch. He stole a kiss from her lips while she was too distracted to resist, then nipped at her earlobe, drawing out a squeal. His hands claimed her breasts, fingers teasing and pinching her nipples. He explored every way he could to find her most sensitive spots, steadily building the pleasure inside her.
"Bastion, I can't hold on," she gasped.
"The longer you hold, the better it'll feel," he whispered, tempting her to endure a little more.
Finally, when she was on the brink, he pressed his thumb against her clit and began to rub in circles.
"No! I—I can't. It's too much."
"Then let go."
Her body arched violently as the pressure broke. A torrent of pleasure ripped through her, her voice spilling into a raw cry. Every nerve lit up at once, the intensity overwhelming, mind-shattering. She trembled and writhed beneath him, clutching at anything she could reach as wave after wave crashed over her without mercy. It felt endless, a release so powerful it stole her breath and left her lost in ecstasy.
Bastion kept thrusting at a steady pace, making sure she rode out her orgasm to the very end. Her walls clenched around his cock as she trembled and convulsed, sending waves of pleasure through him and dragging him closer to the edge.
"I'm cumming," Bastion warned.
Lilia couldn't answer, too lost in the ecstasy flooding her body.
At last, he released, spilling thick ropes of cum deep inside her, the heat spreading from her core and amplifying her bliss.
"Oh! Goddess—I feel another one coming."
Her body arched sharply as another climax hit, more violent than the first. She cried out, clutching at his shoulders, unable to stop the convulsions wracking her. He kept his thumb moving, mercilessly feeding the fire.
A second orgasm crashed over her, then a third, each one pulling her deeper into a haze of pure sensation. Lilia's moans broke into ragged sobs of pleasure, her body quivering beneath him as she lost all control.
By the time Bastion finally eased his touch, she was limp and trembling, eyes glazed with tears of release, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
He kissed her damp forehead, whispering softly, "Good girl."
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