Page 90 of Married to the All Hallows' Eve Alien

I make eye contact with Ivy. I've not told her what I'm going to do because I didn't want her to worry. "May we honor the goddesses with this marriage ceremony. Today, two halves will be made one." I turn over one of Ivy's hands, and our eyes meet. Without hesitation, I cut her as quickly and as lightly as I could with the dagger. She makes a small sound of pain as I guide her blood into the silver cup. I whisper, "I'm so sorry. You'll get your chance in a minute."

“A knife, though?” Ivy asks, annoyed.

“Sorry,” I say again.

Vin holds out a green cloth to me, and I cover Ivy's wound with it. Then I hand my dagger over to her. Ivy takes it but looks to me for confirmation.

"Where do you want me to cut you?"

"About the same place," I say. Then add, "Cut deeper. We need more blood in the cup."

Her green eyes widen at my request. “I’ve never cut anyone,” she says but takes my hand and cuts without hesitation. It's a deep cut, and it hurts. But we are able to fill the cup quickly as an offering. Vin, recognizing she's cut too deep, quickly hands her the green cloth, which has medical technology in it to mend my skin, and instructs her to put it over the wound in his less-than-perfect English. Soon, I've also stopped bleeding.

I lift the silver cup to the statue. "Goddess of home, you have guided our souls to find one another across the galaxy. We promise always to walk in your light." I look at Ivy and prompt her to say the same.

"Goddess of home, we've not met before, but thank you for introducing me to Sem. He's a wonderful man, and I’m happy to follow your rules and be his wife."

I make eye contact with Commander Fox. He shrugs and then nods. I think it's good enough too. We all look to the junior priestess on the RVM. She also nods, giving her blessing.

Commander Fox then presents Ivy and me with a plain box that contains our marriage bracelets. They are styled traditionally in black and silver and have our names engraved on them. I also had them genetically coded, even though that's not necessary for living on the base together.

I take her left hand and put the bracelet on her wrist. "Ivy Jefferies from New Orleans, I pledge my life, passion, and honor to you in wedlock."

I want to kiss her, but I resist. I want this to be as perfect as it can be so that no one can find any fault with our ceremony. Then I take out my marriage bracelet and hand it to her. She puts it on my left wrist. "Sem of this alien Alliance base," then she pauses.

I whisper, "Sem of Alliance Force appointed by the High Priestess."

She repeats this and then says, "I accept your pledge, and I promise you my life, love, and honor in wedlock."

The marriage bracelets tighten, and she jumps at the small pinprick, but our small audience jumps at the same time for her use of the word 'love.' I don’t mind that she’s used the word. She’s human, and she doesn’t fear the goddesses denying her love, and I won’t deny her of that strength, but at some point, I will tell her that it makes most Alliance people uncomfortable. Today is not that day, though.

I explain to Ivy, "The bracelets become genetically personalized after we pledge ourselves to one another." Then, before she has a chance to think too much about the second half of the ceremony, I fall to my knees and begin kissing the tops of her feet covered by her long Alliance dress. Then I pick the hem up and slowly start kissing her ankles as I move up her legs. I can feel her jump a little, which encourages me, but I keep the dress over my head so no one can see me touch her. This isn't how it's supposed to be, but everyone here except for the junior priestess has sympathy for Ivy being human and not wanting to fully embrace our custom.

As I kiss Ivy, it's reassuring that she's not only turned on by my touch, but it's also not something that she's experienced from anyone else recently either because, for the last 24 hours, I resisted her, so hopefully, her body’s need for my touch will outweigh her embarrassment. My hands slowly glide up behind her legs as I run my tongue over her knees and thighs. When I reach the top of her thighs, I part her legs gently with my hands.

She spreads her legs for me, and she may be embarrassed, but she's also aroused. I run my fingers through her hair there and praise her, "The goddess made you perfectly." Then I use my tongue and slowly lick her from the entrance of her vagina to the top of her vulva. I always begin this way with Ivy, and I know she likes it because she's mentioned it. I do this repeatedly, and her body responds by opening up to me. I increase my hold on her hips and change to focus my attention on her clitoris, lightly circling it with my tongue. Like clockwork, Ivy leans into me, and I know this is a good time to lay her down on the altar in the shrine. It's to the left of where we are standing. I come out from underneath Ivy's dress but keep one of my hands between her legs as I guide her to lay on the altar. Then I slowly remove her dress and part her legs as I bring her to orgasm as a man who knows his wife. And a rush of pleasure passes through me as Ivy orgasms even in this situation. "You honor me," I whisper in one of her ears as one of my hands begins massaging her nipples. "But you'll honor me more when I pierce these," I pinch the same nipple I was caressing, and she moans.

"Not today," she says.

I know I'm playing with fire because she could lose her edge and not orgasm again, and then people will think I'm an amateur lover, given all the times we've been together. But I know Ivy. I do know what she likes. I pinch both of her nipples and pull them upwards. "Not today, not tomorrow, but soon. And then I'll give you so much pleasure you'll orgasm from this alone."

She doesn't answer me but pushes her naked thighs together, and I smile. I play with her nipples a little longer before taking my own clothing off. I set my clothing with hers. I'm only wearing my ranking jewelry and the key to our house on Earth. I move to the end of the altar and line up Ivy's body with my own. My penis is at the entrance to her wet vagina, and I purposely hesitate.

Ivy looks at me. Her cheeks are rosy.

"What do you want, Wife?"

She looks at our witnesses and then back to me.

I repeat my question, "What do you want, Wife?"

I know she's embarrassed, but with that, I also see some physical enjoyment. I know I'm pushing this, but it's my marriage ceremony too, and I don't think I'm pushing her too far.

"For you to enter me."

"And?"

"Husband."

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