3. Wedding Rings Pierced Through My Nipples
I thought I'd finally caught a break after transmigrating into this beautiful Saintess. But what the hell is this? I have to marry... a horse?
This is fucking insane. The absolute worst. The stage set up in the center of the capital square was horrifyingly decorated just like a real wedding venue. An arch adorned with white lilies. A long red carpet rolled out. To marry a black stallion in such a splendid wedding hall... This is... the worst!
"Saintess... Saintess... How could this happen...."
"Oh God! Are You truly abandoning us?!"
The citizens' wails filled the square. Sobs and screams. If hell existed, it would feel exactly like this.
Sitting in the seat of honor on the stage, Emperor Skeban tilted his wine glass as if savoring the horrific cacophony, a smirk curling his lips. The imperial soldiers standing beside him grinned, reveling in this grand festival of humiliation. To them, this was nothing more than playful toying with their spoils of war.
"Bride, make your entrance!"
At the herald knight's shout, the theocracy's choir, positioned to one side of the stage, began to sing. Noble sacred music poured from the lips of those in priestly robes, but to my ears, it sounded like nothing less than a dirge for the dead.
"Hic... Hiccup."
"Hurry up and go!"
"I-I'm going! I will!"
I was forcibly shoved forward and began walking down the red carpet. My chest, cinched tight by the corset, heaved raggedly with terror. It hurt. I wished a heart attack would just kill me right then and there.
"Saintess!! H-Hiccuuuugh!!"
Through the veil, the citizens' tear-streaked faces tore my heart to shreds. Even as I walked, I couldn't believe it. It's a dream... please be a dream!! I bit my tongue furiously. If it was a dream... I wanted to wake up fast... hoping desperately that this was all just bullshit.
But... the dream wouldn't end. The march of shame didn't stop.
Fuck... fuck!! I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't exile the emperor! So why the hell do I have to take all this blame!! I screamed it inwardly a thousand times, but all that escaped my lips were the frail whimpers unique to the Saintess. With every step, a shame worse than death wrapped around my entire body. And when I reached the end of the carpet, a massive black shadow emerged from the opposite side of the stage. It was the emperor's beloved steed, Knulu. The ferocious black stallion, excited by the square's heat and the people's screams, stamped the ground with its front hooves and snorted wildly—but at a single touch from Skeban, it meekly bowed its head like a lamb.
The emperor looked down at me as if handling a beast. His eyes were more beastly than any animal's.
"Greet him, Elise. This is your new husband."
Skeban's voice struck my ears. And so, humanity's most horrific and humiliating wedding began.
The master of ceremonies was the commander of the imperial knights. Without even removing his armor, he unfurled a scroll and gazed down at me with cold eyes.
"By the command of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Skeban of the Persius Empire, I, the Knight Commander, shall officiate this sacred rite."
Sacred rite... fuck. It's just the opening to filthy bestiality.
"The bride, Elise the Saintess, shall now recite her vows of love."
The knight commander's voice boomed across the square. He handed me the vow scroll.
"Read it."
I didn't recognize the script, but I could read it. The content, however, was too vile to utter aloud.
Slap!
My vision flashed white for a moment.
"Read it!"
"Y-Yes... Yes!!"
Tears streaming from the immense pain, I fumbled desperately. If I didn't read, torture would surely follow. Clutching my spinning mind, I began reciting the vows.
"I, Elise the Saintess of the Theocracy, swear here today before the Sun God and all the people. I repent my sin of mocking the Empire's dignity by peddling the name of a false god, and from this day forward, I declare the Theocracy to be the eternal vassal and slave of the Persius Empire. All the Theocracy's people shall prostrate themselves at the Empire's feet and beg for mercy, obeying the Empire's laws and His Majesty the Emperor's commands without question."
The content was a death warrant for the Theocracy. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I, Saintess Elise, cast off the noble pretense of being the God's mouthpiece and vow to faithfully fulfill my duties as the proper wife of His Majesty's loyal steed, Knulu."
My heart pounded like mad. I knew it was coming, but hearing it spelled out like this was a mental torment that drove me insane.
"This once-noble body of mine shall become a vessel to receive my groom's lust, my mouth shall emit moans praising the beast's cock instead of God's words. My two legs shall spread beneath the beast's thick thighs, and my hole shall receive the beast's grotesque seed, bearing the proof of my depravity."
"Ahh... S-Saintess... How... could..."
I could see devout citizens fainting and collapsing. No wonder. The faithful had no choice but to react that way.
"If God exists, He will save me, Elise, from this plight. But if there is no God, then I shall receive no salvation."
The final part. It felt like a condemned prisoner's last prayer.
The square fell silent. My mind went blank.
It was the shock. I'd read aloud with my own mouth the vow that this body—this once-noble Saintess's body—would receive a beast's seed and wail like a bitch beneath it.
"Bride Elise. I ask once more. Do you consent to these vows?"
The knight commander looked down at me and asked. I couldn't answer. No, I didn't want to answer. I just shook my head, tears dripping down.
Slap!
My vision flashed again. The knight commander's rough iron gauntlet struck my left cheek. The massive impact whipped my head around, and I tasted iron in my mouth. Blood. My veil tore, exposing my bloodied face to the square.
"Kyaa!"
The citizens' screams erupted, but the imperial soldiers cackled and cheered.
"Do you consent, bride?"
The knight commander's voice grew even lower and more vicious. He raised his hand again. One more hit, and this frail Saintess body would shatter.
"Hic... I... I consent...."
In the end, I submitted. To fear. To pain. My pride crumbled pathetically from a single slap.
"Good. Now, the sacred kiss between groom and bride."
No sooner had the knight commander spoken than imperial soldiers grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
"Open your mouth!"
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
I resisted, but it was useless. My mouth was forcibly pried open, and soon horse feed was stuffed inside.
"Mmph! Mmmpmph!"
The taste of mud and straw filled my mouth. I gagged, but the soldiers shoved more in regardless. At that moment, the excited Knulu was dragged forward. Seeing the feed in my mouth, it snorted roughly and thrust its muzzle toward my face.
"Mpphh!! Mmmphh!!"
I instinctively tried to turn away, but the soldiers held my head fixed.
"Now, the groom's kiss!"
The horse approached. I nearly fainted from terror. Fainting would have been better. Its enormous, rough tongue engulfed my face. To eat the feed from my mouth, it obsessively licked my lips, my cheeks... and finally deep into my mouth.
"Mmmphh!! Mmmphhh!!"
Every time the horse's coarse tongue scraped my mouth, I writhed in shame and disgust.
"Mmph... Mmphp...!"
The beast's saliva mixed with my tears and feed scraps, ruining my face. This was a kiss? Fuck... fuck...!! Skeban laughed at the sight.
"Indeed, Saintess! Such a beautiful kiss!"
"S-Stop... please stop...."
"What do you mean stop? We're just getting started."
At Skeban's gesture, soldiers brought something over.
"Now, exchange rings as a pledge of love."
A huge ring hung from the leather strap around the horse's neck, with a round metal ornament dangling below.
"This is the mark worn by His Majesty's beloved steeds—and from today, the 'wedding ring' that Saintess Elise shall wear."
The knight commander picked up the cold ornament and approached me. But he didn't look at my hand. He eyed my chest.
"N-No... please... not that...!"
I knew instinctively where it would go. I frantically covered my breasts with both hands. The knight commander roughly seized my slender wrists and bound them.
"Strip the bride's upper garment."
At his command, imperial soldiers tore into my wedding dress corset with a rrrip!. Before thousands of citizens and the beast Knulu, my breasts—swollen and emphasized by the corset's pressure—were fully exposed, without a thread covering them.
"No... nooo!"
I tried to curl up in shame, but the knight commander's iron gauntlet slammed my shoulder to the floor. Thud! My body collapsed with the impact. It was nothing more than the most base, pathetic body of a defeated slave awaiting its master's judgment.
"Now, let's start here."
The knight commander gripped my left breast. The cold iron gauntlet dug into my soft skin. He roughly pinched and stretched my pink nipple.
"Ah...! Hic... it hurts...!"
I screamed in agony. This body, the Saintess's, reacted sensitively even to small stimuli. Under his brutal touch, my nipple hardened instantly.
"Behold, the mark of becoming a beast's wife."
The knight commander drew a sharp awl from his pocket. He pressed its tip to the center of my nipple.
"No... please!! PLEEEEASE!"
I begged, but it was futile. Smirking with pleasure, the knight commander thrust the awl straight through my nipple.
"KIIIIYAAAAAHH!!"
Even to my own ears, it was a horrific scream that pierced them. The awl pierced my soft nipple. Pain as vivid and excruciating as my past-life truck crash ravaged my entire body. Blood droplets burst out, trickling down my white breast. I felt like I would black out from the agony. Ignoring me completely, the knight commander roughly shoved the so-called wedding ring through the hole in my nipple. Clink. The cold ornament dangled from my bloodied nipple, swaying. It was the mark of a beast's owned bitch.
