Alice's Point of View
Alice Glass had never been to a bachelorette party before. Like a lot of young women, she had fantasies of going out with a group of girlfriends and going wild, maybe a male stripper or two would be involved. This was Reka's bachelorette party, though, so nothing wild or risque was in the cards. The Demon Queen was cute like that.
The girls were all here, having trickled in since the Queen got her crown. Stacy and Olivia came on the same plane and seamlessly reintegrated themselves into Reka's orbit, oddly fine with giving up their lives in America and following her to another country.
Tears flowed freely when Julie finally arrived. "Reka I was so scared!" the poor girl sobbed, clutching the Queen desperately in a way that only Brad was really allowed to do.
Wish she'd hug me like that, Alice thought. She used to be ninety percent straight, but Alice would have to downgrade that to eighty for Julie. Reka's friend was a total blonde bombshell now; those experimental weight loss pills were going to print money.
Brad's bachelor party was just across the hall. Both events were taking place simultaneously in a section of Buda Castle that had been refurbished as royal apartments. Only Alice knew that the reason for the close proximity was to make sure Brad always remained in range of Reka's magical senses. The king-to-be was hanging out with Andy, Galiban, and a few of the soldiers from his security detail, but never far from the Queen, never again.
As for Alice herself, she was captain of the Royal Guard, thanks for asking! After Reka somehow magicked the Hungarian language into her head Alice spent her time receiving military training from the best of the Hungarian Defense Force, especially in "executive protection" or bodyguard duty as most understood it. Off-duty, Galiban insisted she play a video game he made himself, a game where she learned how to command an army of drones.
Ominous...
Yeah, Alice knew exactly where this was going. The Demon Queen had enemies, but this time they started it. The life of Alice Glass was a cosmic joke. At least she looked pretty cool in her new uniform, might even get a boyfriend out of it one of these days, but tonight the dress code was pajamas.
"I love them!" Stacy squealed, wine sloshing dangerously in her oversized glass as she twirled to show off her outfit, like they weren't all wearing the same thing. The pajamas were in the colors of the Hungarian flag: red, white, and green. To finish the look, the pajama top had the Hungarian coat of arms embroidered on the left breast, complete with a representation of the fancy crown Reka wore , pretty chic to be honest.
"Wow," Julie said, looking around at the castle interior, "Reka, you're like a character in a story. You remember the day we met?"
"But of course," Reka replied, somehow unaffected by the three glasses of wine she'd demolished already. Well, Alice knew why. "I was seeking rats for sacrifice."
Nobody really reacted to her phrasing. Stacy and Olivia were buzzed and only half-listening, and Alice and Julie knew better.
"Being your friend is amazing," Julie said sincerely, "but it's like I haven't had a normal day since I tried to make that gorgeous Hungarian supermodel run away crying when I gassed those rats."
"No waaaaaay," Olivia slurred, leaning on Alice precariously.
Don't throw up on me, please!
"And now you're the queen of a whole country! You seriously don't do normal, do you?" Julie mock scolded.
"Perhaps not," Reka allowed, filling up another glass and refreshing Stacy and Olivia as a bonus.
I better get those drinks away from them or they'll be wrecked tomorrow, Alice thought.
She was trying to get those two to slow down when a middle-aged man walked in. He had a salt-and-pepper mustache and black hair pulled back in a ponytail, handsome for an older guy, Alice decided.
"Who are you?" Julie asked in interest.
Alice noticed he was pushing a tray.
"Sweets for her grace and her lady companions, fresh from the castle bakery," the man said, his voice deep and rich.
It couldn't be...
"Galiban! When did you get skin?" Julie's pupils were dilated and her voice was unsteady.
Maybe I need to get her to slow down, too, Alice thought.
"We made a game of applying my new dermal layer at his grace's party," the butler explained.
"And not a moment too soon," Reka added. "Once Brad and I are wed Galiban will be needed to attend us in public. The skeletal platform, while functional, would clash with the aesthetics of my palace."
The girls forgot about the wine and started trying the sweets, which included all kinds of cute little pastries that Alice didn't know the names of. She settled for munching on something that might be classified as a fancy cookie, quite good, actually.
She kept Stacy and Olivia in her peripheral vision to make sure they didn't start drinking again while Reka and Galiban discussed what networks would be invited to film the wedding. Julie just stared.
After a screening of Pride and Prejudice, the new one, Reka called a halt to the night's festivities because, well, Alice knew why. At least her quarters were far enough away that she didn't have to listen to her boss fuck Brad anymore.
Security was tight on the day of the wedding; Alice was touched that she was released from duty and included in the official bridal party. Julie was maid of honor, of course, and Alice and the other bridesmaids followed her, who followed Reka.
The Queen's dress was surprisingly modest, with long sleeves and a high neck, but there was a limit to how much you could conceal someone like Reka's curves, and the fine lace embroidery ran up and down her sinful body in a gorgeous, flowing design that resembled the finest elven gowns Alice remembered from the other world.
Would I have worn a dress like this with Darthaniel? she wondered, feeling the old hurt somewhat more acutely.
All of Budapest was outdoors to watch their procession to St. Stephen's Basilica.
"Remember, ladies, the world is watching," Reka said, sounding more like a general than a bride. "Maintain composure as best you can."
The frivolous, Brad-crazy Reka picked the oddest times to show her serious side, or maybe this wasn't an odd time. Alice had never been a bride, or even a bridesmaid, before. How would she know?
It was just a game of follow the leader at this point, staying together as they entered the sanctuary. When the music started playing, Reka glided forward and Alice did her best to match the pace of the other bridesmaids who followed and then separated off to the side, just like the rehearsal.
Reka knelt next to Brad at the altar; he was wearing the uniform of a Hungarian Navy officer. From what Alice understood, Hungary didn't have a navy.
I mean, the country is landlocked. How can they have a navy? Would Reka build one just for Brad?
...of course she would.
A priest in fancy robes came out and read something from the Bible. Alice's Hungarian was mostly practical stuff like "contact at three o'clock!" so she couldn't follow along very well. A dozen camera crews filmed from different angles; it was a challenge not to fidget.
When they got to the actual vows Alice perked up.
"I, Reka Fekete, Queen of Hungary, take you, Brad Regis, to be my King and Husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life."
Reka's voice was thick with emotion and her hands trembled as she placed the ring on his finger. Seeing her like this made it hard to believe she was ever the Demon Queen.
"I, Brad Regis, take you, Reka Fekete, to be my Queen and Wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life."
Brad's Hungarian was smoother than usual. Alice guessed he'd been practicing. When he put the wedding ring on Reka's finger it was already faintly pulsing with magic, a magic Alice could see as well as feel. She wanted to say something as Brad pressed on, heedless of the danger, but Alice was frozen in place by the weight of the moment.
When Brad lifted Reka's veil and leaned in to kiss her the ring flashed blindingly bright. People screamed in shock. The guards panicked and reacted as if it was a terrorist attack.
Thinking fast, Reka cupped a hand over her ring, the light still visibly pouring through her fingers.
When nothing else happened the mood in the church shifted abruptly. "It's a miracle!" someone shouted. That was all it took.
Murmurs about how God had blessed this marriage and all Hungary echoed louder and louder.
This wasn't planned, right?
****
Brad's Point of View
The kiss actually took Brad's breath away, not figuratively. He was quite literally gasping for air as if he'd just run a marathon, his heart beating rapidly like a hummingbird's wings.
Reka, ever attentive, reached out her hands to steady him, the burning ring making him see streaks.
"Are you quite alright, my love? I shall have to modulate the drain. This ring is passing strong."
Her hair was frizzy like she'd had an encounter with static electricity. Brad would laugh if he wasn't absolutely panicking right now. Reka's ring was out of control!
Galiban in his new human-looking form came forward and he saw Reka surreptitiously dip her ring in something until it wasn't glowing anymore, crisis averted. Her face looked half exhausted and vaguely post-orgasmic. After taking a moment to regain her composure, Reka motioned for the crown to be brought forth.
It was plainer than Reka's, just a golden circlet with a green jewel set in the middle, signifying that he was king-consort rather than king in his own right, not that Brad minded.
"You may kneel, my love," she said warmly. Brad did so.
"By my right as sovereign Queen of Hungary I hereby crown my husband Brad King-Consort," she said loud and clear enough for the journalists to pick up on their mics. Brad caught sight of his mom in the audience, her eyes bugging out as he felt his wife place the cool metal on his brow.
"Arise, my King and Husband!" Reka cried, taking him by the hand and helping him to his place by her side. The cameras sounded like machine gun fire; Brad tried not to flinch.
Once they left the church and did a bit of smiling and waving for the people it was time for a venue change. The reception was a lot more normal than the media circus they just came from. Only friends, family, and very important people were actually invited, no journalists, no cameras. They did all the normal wedding things, cutting the cake, their first dance; Reka even let Brad lead!
When Reka tossed the bouquet Brad was surprised to see shy Alice Glass, who was also an ice-cold badass, catch it.
"Drat," Reka said ruefully. "I was aiming for Julie. My friend has been wanting a boyfriend of her own for some time, you know."
"I wonder," Brad said curiously. "Wasn't she dancing with Galiban earlier? What's up with that?"
His wife looked quite shocked. "I never even considered that, my love, do you suppose..."
Brad chuckled. "Anything is possible, honey. Galiban is a real boy at this point, don't you think?"
Reka raised an eyebrow. "You refer to the tale of the puppet that gained humanity, an apt comparison. The answer is yes; faithful Galiban is fully capable of experiencing any human emotion. He learned from us, after all."
That was nice to hear. He'd stopping thinking of Galiban as an AI a long time ago. Their butler had too much personality, too much humor, interests and goals of his own. Why not love?
When night fell the royal couple bid a fond farewell to the last of their well-wishers and Reka led Brad away. An armed convoy took them back to Buda Castle, their new home.
To say the royal bedchamber was opulent was an understatement. It looked more like a movie set than a place where real people were expected to live. Their canopy bed had curtains made from something called "cloth of gold". Brad was pondering what the actual gold content might be when Reka spoke up.
"Help me out of my dress, won't you?" she asked playfully.
It was going to be that kind of night, Brad already knew.
His hands lingered on her body, drinking it all in. He was a married man now, surreal.
"You understand what a succubus is, my love?" she asked, allowing Brad to peel her out of her gown, careful not to rip anything.
"Having sex charges your magic," Brad offered, oddly aware how normal this conversation sounded to him.
Reka clicked her tongue. "Not the whole story, but broadly true," she granted. "Your life force, and, I believe, your love itself, acts as a mystical power source for me. And before you ask, it has to be you. The feelings have to be real. No other man could do this for me."
She started undressing him, no heat, no urgency, just casual, unhurried intimacy. They'd done this hundreds of times before. Brad felt warmth bloom in his chest.
"I now believe our 'marriage' has magical significance," Reka continued. "My wedding ring reacted beyond anything I've ever experienced. Just a kiss," she whispered. Brad could feel her hot breath only an inch away. "Just a kiss was enough to open a magical circuit between us. I'll have to be careful."
Slowly, gently, she pressed their lips together. The ring on Reka's finger glowed dimly; Brad's heart rate picked up.
His wife closed her eyes, smiling like she just tasted the most delicious dish. "I can control it," she said softly. "This power, it's different, it's more." She opened her eyes. "Only you, Brad, only you could ever give me such a gift, make me feel this way. You're going to live forever, you know."
He gulped. "Live forever?"
She tilted her head. "You think I would ever give you up? Julie and Galiban will find a way. They'll cure every disease, stop aging, and more. It's not about the money. It never was. It was always for you."
Overwhelmed, he hugged her tightly. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" His voice cracked; tears swam in his eyes. He loved her so so much.
"It's not about deserve, my love," Reka said with a certainty that was at once comforting and shocking in intensity. "You were made for me, and I was made for you. Matters of fate and destiny are beyond even the Queen." She pulled away slightly and tilted his chin to look at her. "Shall we make love?"
That, that was what she said the first time, when he'd been a lonely college student only a few years ago, a different life.
"Could we..." he let the question go unverbalized.
"Any time you want," she said kindly, fingering her locket.
Her skin reddened. Her height shot up to nearly a head taller than himself; wings grew from her back and horns from her forehead. She smiled. Those prominent canines became fangs.
Reka's hands roamed all over his body, careful not to scratch him with her new claws. She muttered something in that alien language she used to accelerate his mind.
He wondered what she was doing.
"Reinforcing your body, my love. You should be all right, but I'm not taking any chances. As a matter of fact, let's do it standing up. I'm not certain about the structural integrity of that bed."
She lifted Brad up with her hands under his arms until his face was level with her own. "Look down," Reka said, laughter in her voice.
Something long and slender, a tail, Reka had a tail! It wrapped around his throbbing erection and guided him into her.
He gasped. She was tight and wet, of course, but she was hot above all. It was like sticking his dick into a furnace, pleasantly so.
"Let me warm you up," she said, crushing him into her heavy red breasts. Opening her mouth, Reka gave Brad a good look at her tongue, forked like a serpent, prehensile, and six inches long at least.
While he rocked into her gently below, Reka invaded his mouth with her tongue above, wrapping it around his own and squeezing like a boa constrictor in time with his thrusts.
When he thought his ability to experience sensation was at its limit her wings lashed out and pressed him even more firmly into her hard, demon body.
It was too much, too much!
Brad couldn't fuck her hard, not like this, but just grinding was driving him crazy.
After years with her, he knew better than to hold back. This was only round one, after all.
The orgasm started in his toes and climbed gradually, spreading until the sensation was overflowing and threatened to spill out of him.
Eyes shut tight in ecstasy, he felt rather than saw Reka's lips smile against him as he moaned into her mouth and spurted like a firehose into her wet heat, her succubus body drinking his seed greedily.
The ring on her finger felt hot where she clutched at his hip but he could bear it.
Brad's muscles twitched with little erotic aftershocks and he shivered like a wet kitten in Reka's strong embrace.
"There, there, just let it out, my love," she said soothingly, finally laying him down on the bed to rest for a while, her wings tenting around them like a protective cocoon.
For a while Brad did nothing but focus on catching his breath. "That was intense," he said finally.
"For me as well," Reka agreed. "You know, I've been calling you my husband for a while, but that was the first time my true husband spilled his seed in my body. By the void, I feel like no foe can stand against me!"
She sounded awed and vibrated in excitement.
"It's our wedding night, my love," Reka said, looking at him dangerously. "I think we need to make it special."
Oh no...
"Oh yes, Brad! It's dark enough now! I will take my husband in the air! I am strong, Strong, STRONG!"
It wasn't like he had a choice.
Hugging him close, Reka leapt from their balcony and took off into the night.
"Is it cold?" she asked. "I'll warm you up!"
Her tail stroked him until he was fully erect and guided him into her once again. Brad had to admit, it worked. With his dick in her pussy he didn't feel cold anymore, no matter how high she flew.
"I can do all kinds of tricks!" she laughed in joy, changing direction abruptly and diving only to pull up at the last minute.
It wasn't really possible to fuck like this with the wind buffeting them, that is, until Reka figured out a new trick.
Angling herself just right, flipping and turning rapidly, Reka was somehow able to use g-forces to fuck herself with Brad's dick.
If she hadn't used the strength magic earlier he probably would've passed out long ago.
"Now THIS is real play!" she cried out in exaltation!
Budapest would later develop an urban legend about two giant bats fucking in the sky on the night of the royal wedding.