The Groom's Busy Morning
"I suppose I should be going now."
Monica, having finished the investiture ceremony, disappeared back into the building. Since the wedding was scheduled to follow the ceremony that had started early in the morning, it seemed she was off to touch up her makeup and change her dress.
"...I suppose you must."
Vera, who had been waiting outside with me—having finished her own preparations since early morning—was now due to go see Monica. There were surely many things that required a mother's help in the final preparations.
I didn't feel particularly good about the fact that I had to marry Monica, leaving behind such a kind and beautiful woman as Vera.
"Cheer up."
Perhaps it showed on my face, for Vera spoke as if to comfort me. "You promised to go through with this marriage, didn't you?"
"Yes, I suppose so..."
"Hmm, then would you mind walking me to where Monica is?"
It was a distance so short you could reach it by tripping over, but I wanted to stay with Vera as long as possible, so I followed her.
"I don't think this is the right way..."
"Life doesn't just have one path, you know."
The further I was led by Vera's hand, the fewer people we encountered. We moved further and further away from Monica until we finally reached a secluded, empty corner, where Vera suddenly pulled down the front of my trousers.
Flustered, I checked to make sure there was truly no one around. It seemed that after our previous outdoor tryst, Vera had become quite uninhibited about the location.
"Don't be so depressed. Even after you're married, I'll still help you take care of your urges..."
At her warm, fumbling touch, I felt my cold testicles tighten and my cock strain. As it began to rise, Vera gripped the shaft and started rubbing it gently with her hands. The sensation of her smooth fabric gloves felt wonderful.
"All that gloom will fly away once you let one out..."
"N-Noona!"
Even as Vera pulled me into her ample embrace, her hand didn't stop stroking my cock.
"I want to put it inside you, Noona."
"Oh, my. And after you did exactly that last night."
Even as she said that, there was no sign of distress on her face. If anything, ever since we started having sex, the shadow of melancholy that had lingered in the corner of her eyes seemed to have vanished, making her look even more beautiful.
"Ahem. Well then, if our Ed makes me one promise, I'll let you put it in."
"What is it?"
"Don't fight with Monica, and try to get along with her as best you can... and if you can, love her just as you love me."
"I understand."
I pushed Vera against the wall and slid my hand under her skirt. As I pushed aside the panties that covered her pussy, Vera guided my cock into the folds of her skirt. I pushed my hips forward slowly, just as her hand directed, and my cock was sucked into her tight, welcoming pussy.
"Ah-h!"
Vera, now completely accustomed to me, took my cock in with ease. I focused all my senses on the sensation, as if to imprint the feeling I’d experienced just last night once more. The blazing sun, the cool breeze, the tightly gripping pussy. Along with a sense of liberation as if I had returned to nature, I saw the beautiful face of Vera.
*Smack, smack.*
I kissed her briefly. Because she was wearing heavy makeup, she looked even more beautiful, but if I were as intense as I usually was, I would have ruined it, which would be troublesome. Come to think of it, my own clothes were probably all wrinkled, too. Eh, who cares? Getting a taste of my mother-in-law's pussy right before the wedding—it’s the best.
"Noona, can I cum inside?"
"Ugh, no..."
Unlike her lips that said no, her pussy, which gripped me tightly as if to drink up my semen, and her hips, which pushed back against mine, were giving a resounding yes.
"Are you sure I can't cum inside?"
"I said nooo..."
Every time I thrust, Vera hugged me tighter. At this point, her whole body was practically begging me not to pull out. Responding to her desire for my seed, I cum inside her with the momentum to get my mother-in-law pregnant before the bride.
"I told you nooo..."
I could see the happy expression on Vera's face. In the end, I couldn't hold back and gave her one deep, devouring kiss on her red lips. Well, she could fix her lipstick easily enough.
"Since you cum inside as you pleased, that's it for today."
"Already?"
"But don't you feel more refreshed than if we hadn't done it at all? If we're any later, Monica might think it's strange..."
Vera, who quickly tidied herself up, returned to her composed, elegant self. Carrying the semen I had ejaculated inside her, she fixed her makeup perfectly, and her dress was smoothed out without a single wrinkle.
"Well, it would be awkward if we returned together, so I'll go ahead. See you in a bit, Count Rystein."
Leaving a short kiss on my cheek, Vera walked away with a graceful gait. *Phew*, alright. If I’ve received this much encouragement, I should keep my promise. I don't know about getting along well with Monica, but at least I wouldn't have any reason to fight with her, so that was a relief. Since she only asked me to keep one promise, the latter part was just a formality.
When I returned to the groom's waiting room, someone was waiting for me.
"Where have you been, coming back only now?"
Winnie was waiting for me with a pouty expression. Ever since we had been intimate the day before yesterday, she had become strangely softer toward me.
"I just felt a bit stifled, so I went for a short walk."
"...You? You didn't go and have a round with the Countess of Rystein, did you?"
"..."
She was far too sharp.
"So, what are you here for?"
"...I came because I have something to give you."
Winnie pulled a small medicine bottle from her bosom. It was quite small, with a tightly sealed cap.
"Is it something to eat?"
"It's not for you to eat. It's not even meant for drinking in the first place."
Then why give it to me? As I looked at her with that question in my eyes, Winnie continued.
"Before that, I need to confirm something. Tonight, as promised, you aren't going to have... that, sexual intercourse with Monica, right?"
"Well, yeah. I have no desire to do so, anyway."
If one were to judge whether Monica's appearance was attractive or not, one could say it was, but when I thought about what was inside, I couldn't bring myself to want to do it.
"...I still can't trust you, so I'll have to take care of it in advance."
Once again, my trousers were pulled down. My belt was having a rough day today. Unlike Vera, Winnie knelt politely in front of my cock.
"Look at this, it still reeks. Did you not even wipe it off properly after doing it?"
I had wiped it off somewhat, but there was still a bit of the semen I had just ejaculated and Vera's juices left on my cock. Trapped in the sweltering air inside my trousers, the coated cock was giving off a pungent scent. As the cool air hit it, my cock slowly grew and raised its head.
"Just in case you can't control your desires and pounce on Monica, I'm going to drain all your semen out beforehand."
"Isn't it just that you wanted to do it because you thought it would feel good?"
*Grip!*
Winnie grabbed my cock. Fortunately, I was fully erect, and her grip wasn't strong enough to cause pain.
"I do not! And I'm not putting it in today, okay?"
Winnie pulled out a new empty bottle, held the opening against my glans, and began to stroke my cock with her hand. "Since I can no longer obtain ingredients from a pure virgin on my own, I'm just taking them from you instead. In the form of semen!"
*Swish, swish, swish.*
Winnie rubbed my cock diligently with her hand. However, her technique was far too amateurish. She didn't know how to control her grip or the rhythm, and since her grip was weak to begin with, I couldn't feel much of a squeezing sensation. After repeating that for over a minute, Winnie gave up, exhausted by her own efforts.
"My arm hurts..."
"Then why don't you try a different method?"
"Hmm, yeah! You could just rub it yourself!"
I didn't want that. Why would I do that with a woman right in front of me?
"That won't work. If I did that, it wouldn't come out even if I did it all day."
"Hmm, is that so? Then what method?"
I grabbed Winnie's chin with one hand and made her open her mouth. Winnie's light pink lips parted like a pussy, forming a lewd hole.
"Using your mouth-pussy."
"I-I told you I'm not putting it in today!"
"It's not like I'm putting it in your pussy, so it's fine."
I brought my glans right in front of her face. Winnie, who had been avoiding my gaze as if disgusted, now watched with keen interest as my cock approached her nose. Her nostrils were twitching, as if she were sniffing it.
"Will it come out fast if I use my mouth?"
"With a mouth-pussy this lewd, I'll cum in an instant."
"But it shouldn't mix with my saliva..."
"I'll just pull it out right before I cum."
"Hmm..."
Winnie pretended to be deep in thought, but her body was already clearly intrigued. After a short deliberation, she spoke.
"If it's going to be over in an instant, well... I suppose I should taste the original ingredients at least once, right?"
"Then I'll make good use of it."
"Mmph?!"
I grabbed Winnie's head with both hands and pulled it toward my waist. I felt her warm tongue lick my cock, brushing against my soft lips. In reality, it was more like I was licking her tongue with my cock. It was looser than a pussy, but I shoved my cock into the wetter, warmer hole. Even before it was all the way in, Winnie's mouth-pussy was already satisfying me. The sight of Winnie looking up at me with teary eyes—everything was perfect. The preparations to correct her insolent habit of talking back with my cock were complete.