He pulled out her chair to seat her before he whispered in her ear.
“I invited a few guests.” he winked as he took his seat beside her.
“A few, love? It looks like the entire household.” she smiled. “But I love you for allowing them to share our day. How did you plan all this without me knowing? I’m impressed.” She could not be sad today. He had done something that made her love him more deeply then ever. It may not been the family she was used to, but these people were now her family as well and she would defend them and love them as her own.
As table after table had cooked meat platters, bowls of steaming vegetables, and countless jugs of wines and beers placed down before eager hands, the Count could only take up Elvira’s hand and kissed it tenderly, as the candlelight reflected off her beautiful face. Chatter from the tables grew, and the happy laughter of so many warmed the Count’s heart. It didn’t matter that the Manor, their home currently was in darkness and silent, for here…here was the very heart of his estate. The people that maintain it, and their Mistress.
Many stood, one after the other and said their congratulatory speeches, of thanks and good wishes to the happy couple, others told tales of Virgo in his days leading up to this event. How they marveled at his ability to keep all this a secret from his beloved, for clearly, her surprised expression told much of how successful this was.
At the sound of the cello playing, Virgo reached for Elvira’s hand, and asked.
“Would you honor me this dance?”
If she did, he would lead her out onto the dance floor, to do the bridal waltz. Their first dance as a married couple. The floor around them was surrounded by the guests, who all applauded this perfect moment.
And it was all due to the man who’s ring she now wore upon her finger.
She looked at Virgo, sitting on her left as he held one of the smaller children that had recently been born. He was cooing and ticking the little baby girl beneath her chin and unexpectedly, tears shined in her eyes. She placed her hands over her slowly expanding stomach, feeling the tight ball of flesh that was resting there.
“Our babies.” she smiled to herself. Virgo was going to make a wonderful father to their children. She could feel that in her soul.
A light touch to her hand brought her from her musings and she looked up into her husband’s eyes.
“Would you honor me this dance?” he asked. She hadn’t noticed that the musicians had started to play, lost in her thoughts as she was for that short period.
She smiled brightly, placing her hand in his. “I would be so honored.” she replied in return as she gained her feet.
He lead her out to the floor, to the “ahhs” of the crowd surrounding them and drew his bride into his arms. Every move designed to bring romance to the situation and nothing overtly sexual in any way. Why ruin this beautiful moment with such vulgar acts? They would save those carnal instincts for later, she was sure of that.
As he lead her into the dance, their first as husband and wife, she smiled at him, gently rubbing her fingers at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you, darling.” she murmured to him as they waltzed around the dance floor, oblivious to the others surrounding them. “You have made this more special than I ever could have thought possible and for that I thank you.”
As the song changed to one that was much slower, Virgo drew Elvira closer to him, as many watched on. Such a handsome couple they made. Elvira’s gratitude for all he had done, made him beam with pride, his cheeks even flushed slightly. And why shouldn’t he be proud…for the woman in his arms gave him all the reason to be.
Another song change, and Virgo leads Elvira over to the large cake, and chuckles as he attempts to carve her a slice. He isn’t really good at this sort of thing, and makes a bit of a mess of it on the small plate, but then daintily picks up a spork, and tries to feed her a large hunk, wrinkling up his nose as he does so.
“Open wide, my blushing bride.”
After another song change, it was announced that it was time for bride and groom to cut their wedding cake. Virgo lead Elvira to the 12-tiered beautiful cake and together they made the first cut, Virgo laughing as he bungled it slightly. His laugh was infectious and she soon joined in as they get the slice, messily to a small plate. He stabbed a large piece and held it to her lips, wrinkling his nose as he did so.
“Open wide, my blushing bride.” he grinned. She giggled and opened, suddenly thinking of other things she could be doing with her mouth right then and her face flushed with desire. The piece of cake went into her mouth, making a mess of her nose and lips as she did so as their friends and family laughed and applauded. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and kissed him, sharing the mess with him to the amusement of those who were watching.
After they cleaned up, they left the rest of the cutting and serving to the staff on hand, returning to their seats at the table and took turns feeding each other bits of cake, in between whispering words of love in each other’s ears and long passionate kisses between them.
Sally watched the two of them from her place at Gerald’s side and smiled. Gerald wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing close to her from behind.
“What are you thinking about, love?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She looked over her shoulder at her mate.
“How the two of them fought to have this for so long. If two such beings deserve happiness, it’s Virgo and Elvira.” Sally smiled. Gerald made a sound of agreement as they watched their charges, who only had eyes for each other.
To Virgo, there was no other being on the face of the earth, when sitting opposite his new bride, who continued to feed him cake as their guests continued to enjoy the frivolity of dancing and eating the sumptuous fare. The cake was a resounding success, and many lined up for a slice of what could best be described as heaven.
Virgo ate each piece of cake that Elvira fed him, and then they shared a sweet kiss, that mixed the sweetness of the cake with their own lips. The Count had behaved right up to this moment, but he could not help his wandering hand under the table, that could not be seen by the guests. Lovingly stroking her inner thigh, having found its way through the many layers of her gown. His smile was infectious, each time they pulled apart and broke a kiss. The night had so far been a dazzling affair, with the air filled with the raised voices of the guests, the delightful strains of music, and the chatter of children, that had found refuge under many a table, playing silly games. This was exactly the type of wedding that Virgo had wanted to give his bride. A sense of family, normality in a crazy world. They had been to hell and back, literally, but were now blessed with the joy that lay within Elvira’s belly. As always the Count was fiercely devoted and loyal to a fault. No one would dare approach them as he held her in his gaze. All this had been for her. A showing of his love for his soul mate.
“May we never forget this day, my heart.” Virgo said, nuzzling her neck now, keen to take her away and complete this eve with their lovemaking.
Sharing another kiss with her mate, she drew back and stared out at their family. There were children running around and laughing, males and their mates dancing on the floor and enjoying a bit of romance themselves. She watched with an amused smile as Sally dragged Gerald off into the trees.
Virgo nuzzled her neck and she returned her attention back to him.
“May we never forget this day, my heart.”
“I will never forget this day. This has been simply…amazing.” she smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. She stiffened suddenly, her eyes going wide. “Oh!” she gasped. She waited for Virgo to raise his head from her neck, a questioning look in his eyes. Instead of replying, she took his hand and pressed it to her stomach, waiting. If he was patient, he would feel a tiny kick as the babies acknowledged their father’s presence. She looked up at Virgo with a grin. “Did you feel that?” she giggled.
Virgo growled with pleasure and delight as his beautiful bride raked her fingers through his hair, which till now had been immaculate. He enjoyed the sensual pleasure of her touch and was encouraged by this, thinking of what was coming. He even wet his lips in anticipation, oh the wolf he was. But suddenly, Elvira stiffened and this made Virgo stop nuzzling, as she let out a surprised gasp. Not exactly the reaction he was hoping for, and he pulled back wondering what it could have been that startled her. The answer was not so much in words, but instead taking his hand and placing it upon her silk covered belly. Virgo held still though his ears were twitching (lol) and then he felt it himself. The tinniest flutter, then it grew to something with a bit more power. A kick. There…and another. Virgo’s eyes filled with wonder and joy, his mouth agape. So much so he could catch flies.
“Did you feel that?” His blushing bride asked with a giggle to her voice.
“That wasn’t the cake kicking back, was it?” Such a silly question. Course, he guessed it was the babies, but this was the first time he had felt a mate that actually carried them.
“You’re not going to go in labour now are you?” Poor Virgo suddenly wondered if her waters would break before their extended family. Oh what a mess that would be.
“No, love. Still have a while to go yet.” she reassured him, knowing her own body like the back of her hand. She left her chair and eased herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I want to be alone with my husband. You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find him, do you?” She asked, sliding her lips along the shell of his ear.
Elvira felt she had been patient enough and despite everything, Virgo had behaved himself admirably well in the face of their family and friends on this special day in their lives.
And now she was ready to be claimed in a whole nother way. She wanted her husband and mate and she did not want to wait any longer.
“Did you have a destination in mind for our honeymoon, my love?” she whispered, stroking her fingers up and down his thigh, dangerously close to the hardening bulge she could make out beneath the cloth of his tuxedo pants.
Virgo’s face was a mix of emotions, at first he was clouded with the fear that his new bride may break her waters right then and there. Course she still had a while to go, and she gently explained to him that they were not about to become parents, right at that moment. Virgo let out a sigh of relief, for he truly had started to work himself into a state.
When Elvira moved from her chair, then eased herself into his lap, Virgo was quick to wrap his arms around her. Everything about her radiated a beauty few could compare too. His loyalty and admiration shone in his eyes, as he made that certain sound deep from his throat. Much like that of a proud wolf, well he was. The girl of his dreams was now his, and blessed with his child. The right side of his lips curled up, as he felt her brush the shell of his ear with her soft lips, as she said she wanted to be alone with her husband, and had no clue where he was. This only made the bulge in his pants harden and she was sure to feel it press against her.
“Right here..” he growled back, but in a low tone so the guests could not hear him. Elvria started to tease him in that minx like way of hers, and he was now having trouble containing his urges. His pupils darkened, as he nuzzled the side of her cheek.
“Did you have a destination in mind for our honeymoon, my love?”
He did actually. A small wood cabin that backed onto a moonlit lake, only a few miles up the road by carriage. Graciously, he swept her into his arms in a lift that would have all the guests gasp and applaud as he announced.
“My friends, pack members and children. Tis time I take my beautiful bride to our honeymoon. Please, continue to enjoy the music and food, and we shall return to the Estate in a week.”
All rose to their feet and applauded, as Virgo carried his bride to a waiting carriage outside, where the footman opened the door and he placed his bride inside. Climbing in after her, the door was closed, and this was the first chance the newly weds had to be alone. The carriage started off, but not before the Count was already pulling his beloved Elvira onto his lap, kissing her hungrily, as the carriage rolled along the country road.