Page 51 of Demon's Prey
Kurse stood still, breathing in the burning hot air of his homeland. He immediately ripped off his clothes, all except his giant pair of underwear. He knew that flinging your cock around in front of your in-laws was a big faux pax.
“Woah,” Linda tumbled forward, falling into Kurse’s arms. He caught her and held her there, using the other arm to make sure Charles didn’t fall forward.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you. It’s a lot like going on a really fast merry-go-round. You might feel a bit faint, but that’s normal.” Kurse said as he held onto his in-laws.
They both began laughing, and Kurse immediately wondered what was up. They both moved from his arms and began twisting their wrists around.
“Charles, my arthritis is almost completely gone!” Linda giggled. Charles came to her and showed her his wrists.
“Mine as well, Linda! Everything is so hot here. I feel like we’re finally on vacation!”
Other than the fact that the rivers were made of lava and the ground burned with pulsing embers, Kurse could see how they could think of his home as a vacation. It didn’t really matter, though, as long as they were happy.
Still in his underwear, Kurse led them to the place where they would get dressed for the ceremony. Kurse wore his tux along with a cape, held the iron sword of Kortanth, and his crown, which he had missed dearly. It, too, was made of iron and sat heavily on his head.
When the ceremony was proceeding, Kurse waited at the altar for his beloved. Flames licked behind them as organs sang their deep and brooding tune. Faith revealed herself down at the end of the aisle.
Kurse worried that his cock was going to tear away his tailored dress pants. But he managed to get it under control. He watched as his fated mate stepped down the aisle in a sleek black dress, holding black roses and sporting blood-red lipstick.
She looked like every girl that had sprung from his fantasies. Except that this was real life, and she was his for eternity.
The couple said their vows, with Kurse stumbling a few times, trying to read his own writing. He promised to make her the happiest and most satisfied Queen in all of Kortanth. He noticed her parents cringe at the last part.
After the ceremony, Kurse presented Charles with a massive iron trunk full of personally constructed iron weapons. It was a tradition that the father-in-law accompanied his new son on a brief hunting trip to retrieve their meal.
Charles stared into the box, bewildered.
Kurse pointed into the box. “Do any of these look familiar to you?”
Charles' eyes glowed with wonder, then reached in, picking up a crossbow that nearly tipped him over. Kurse was satisfied by his choice.
Kurse guided him away from the reception to the nearest river of lava. Over it, many creatures swam and flew, mostly mosquito derivatives or animals from the earth but with sharper fangs.
Kurse noticed a tiny flash of purple in the sky. Could it be? It indeed was—a flying mason bear, with wings like a bat, and the body of a stuffed animal. Kurse pointed up and motioned to his father-in-law.
“There! Try to aim for that!”
With the swiftness of a seasoned hunter, Charles aimed high in the sky and fired the crossbow in a single flick. It struck the bear in the heart with his first shot. It made a painful sound and tumbled to the earth, landing in the lava and slowly setting itself on fire.
“Don’t worry,” Kurse said, beginning to run forward. “I will retrieve it!”
Kurse’s scales made it easy for him to walk quickly over lava. He plucked the bear and ran back to Charles with it, tossing it into his arms. Charles was looking wildly proud of himself.
“Now, let’s go show off your kill!” Kurse took him back to the reception where they gave the bear to the cook, but only after showing it off to the guests, who applauded with great vigor.
“I have to tell you, Kurse,” Charles said as they finally sat down. “I wasn’t the biggest fan of this union, but you’re starting to grow on me. Plus, you make my daughter happy.”
Charles motioned toward Faith, who was sitting with her mother. They both smiled and walked over to the ladies. Linda pointed at Kurse’s iron crown.
“So that makes you royalty then?”
Kurse nodded, grinning widely with Faith by his side.
Linda nodded, looking impressed. She kissed Faith and whispered something into her ear, then left the couple alone to wallow in their romance.
Kurse looked down at her and raised his eyebrows.
Faith pulled him down to her ear level, “She said that no one else fucks like a King.”
