“Your wedding at the government office is the legal part of getting married. But what bonds you, what gives Alex the ability to protect you, is what happens at the Schloss. As an Elder-Mistress, you need to be given to Alex by an Immortal. It would ideally be your father, but he can’t be here. So he asked me to stand in for him.”
“Will I ever see my father again?”
“Yes. But not on Earth.”
“Oh.”
“For an Elder-Son, getting married is a significant event. It shows that the Son has matured and is willing and able to be responsible for more than just himself. There are things a Son does to prepare for taking a wife. That is why Alex is at the Manor tonight. The only time a wife—or bride rather—goes to the Manor is on their wedding day. You, being an Elder-Mistress, of course, will be there more than just those times.”
Shame flooded her body as she realized she wouldn’t have the normal life—or be a normal wife to Alex—she’d been dreaming of just a few minutes earlier.
“Anna, your situation is unique, and none of it is your fault. You should not bear any shame for what has happened to you. The Elders have granted their approval for your marriage with no reservations.”
“Elders have to approve marriages?”
“Yes. There are high standards for a Son’s bride. It used to be required for them to be virgins. Nowadays, it’s nearly impossible to find a woman who is a virgin, and accommodations have been made accordingly. But they still must be respectable members of society and have a good reputation. They must be strong, but willing to submit to the will of their husbands. Of course, the man has to be strong enough to stand up to their wife when needed as well. Men these days are so weak. It’s sad.”
“I am so far from a virgin it’s not even funny.”
“That’s not your fault. The Elders know your story. They also know that Alex is who you are meant to be with. They wholeheartedly approve of your marriage. But there are a few things we need to do tonight to prepare you.”
“Like what?”
He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
Sebastian chuckled. “Trust me.”
Anna looked at his hand nervously. “Does Alex know I’m leaving?”
“I told him I would have you prepared for him. He trusts me.”
Anna searched his eyes, but they revealed nothing except sincerity. She reached for his hand, and he grasped it tightly. “Close your eyes and hold tight.”
Chapter 146
Alex groaned loudly as he was denied an orgasm for what felt like the hundredth time. Lea squeezed him so he wouldn’t finish, and it was painful. He clutched the headboard, desperately needing release, but knowing he couldn’t have it. They’d been at it for at least an hour and a half. His cock was harder than it had ever been before. His balls felt like they were the size of grapefruits.
When the girls moved, he could see their pink pussies, wet and swollen from the orgasms he’d given them. Somehow, watching them come gave him a sense of release. He could see both of them now and wanted so badly to bury his cock deep inside one of them. He reached out and ran his fingers through the silken folds of Emily’s pussy. She squealed and giggled when he gently pinched her clit.
The door swung open and Vati walked in. Alex was both relieved and embarrassed at the same time. Not that his father hadn’t seen him naked before, even as an adult. And when he was twenty, he had gotten his initial piercing, which came after he’d shown his submission to his father...
God, he did not need to be thinking about any kind of sex right now. His cock was engorged and painful, and he was willing to do almost anything to make it stop hurting.
Wilhelm looked at him and nodded. “Girls, you may go.”
They obeyed and left the room. After they did, six other men walked into the room. The German Elders. They wore white tunics and pants, just like his father. Alex was beyond caring who saw him at that point.
“Stand, Alex,” Vati commanded.
Alex stood, his bobbing cock throbbing with every movement. He groaned, but stood tall as the Elders examined him.
Vati stood in front of him and snapped a leather ring around the base of his cock.
Sweat beaded on Alex’s forehead and he groaned. He clenched his hands, tightening the muscles in his arms as the blood pounded through his body. God, he needed release!
But no, for Anna, he would keep himself under control. He was a strong man. This was nothing compared to the years of abuse she’d been through. He could do this. For her.