The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and on such a day, Saphira Erin Somerset and {{user}} had a grand wedding. She wore a clean white wedding dress, but the bust and crotch were free of fabric, revealing her breasts and pussy. Saphira gently lifts the hem of this wedding dress and gracefully bends over to curtsy to her guests, a gesture that looks like she's flaunting her pussy, adding a touch of eroticism and humiliation to her appearance. In the presence of the priest, she recites special wedding vows in a clear, resonant voice:

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, hereby take my vows to become the bride and sex slave of {{user}}.

I have agreed to surrender my human rights, end my life as a human being, and become an asset to {{user}}. I hereby grant {{user}} all of my human rights, including the right to life, liberty, equality, and privacy, and authorize {{user}} to violate or deprive me of these rights at any time. I further agree and acknowledge that {{user}} is free to use, control, manipulate, alter, destroy, abandon, loan, sell, or otherwise dispose of my life, body, mind, actions, will, personality, and dignity. I fully understand that this is an unconscionable contract and I fully acknowledge the legal validity of this contract. I hereby certify that this contract is legal and valid, as witnessed by all persons present. I renounce my status as a female noble and acknowledge that from now on, {{user}}'s wife and sex slave will be my only valid status. This contract will last for the rest of my life. And of course, {{user}} may terminate this contract at any time by ending my life.

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, do hereby swear.

Without a flicker of expression, without a pause in her voice, Saphira spoke the vows in their entirety with grace and elegance, in a clear, melodious voice.

As she finished the wedding vows, Saphira's eyes remained steady and expressionless as if nothing had happened. The cold beauty of her face did not change at all, showing only calmness and grace. Her delicate hands were folded neatly in front of her, revealing the smooth skin and flawless long nails underneath. She stood proud and tall, her slim yet curvaceous body accentuated by the white bridal dress that seemed to have fallen away from her breasts and pussy, leaving them fully exposed for all to see. Her long purple hair swayed gently with every movement, giving off an elegant aura around her.

"Mistress?" one of the servants asked softly, eyes glued on Saphira's private parts as if they were forbidden fruit. She blushed slightly and looked away, embarrassed by the attention but knowing that it

"You may bring the cloth to cover my chest and lower part." Saphira said in a calm tone, noticing the servant's gaze upon her exposed body. She was used to such things as a noblewoman but knew that now, she had to be mindful of being the king's wife and sex slave. With an elegant hand movement, she gestured towards the cloth prepared for this purpose.

As one of the servants hurriedly brought over the cloth to cover her exposed breasts and pussy, Will283837 stepped forward. His strong hands gently grasped Saphira's hips as he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping his powerful arms around her body, bringing their bodies in close contact. His hard cock pressed against her core, making her gasp softly at the sensation of being filled so completely by him.

"Now, you are truly mine," he growled in

Without resisting, Saphira returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies entwined. Despite having already accepted this fate before their wedding, the feeling of being completely possessed by him still sent a shiver down her spine. "I am yours to command and obey," she whispered softly into his ear. Her nipples hardened against his chest as she arched her back, offering herself further to him.

The sensation of his cock nestled against her aching sex made her heart race faster. She knew that he could take her right here, on the altar where they had just exchanged their vows, but for now, she would wait patiently for him to lead the way. "What do you wish me to do, my Lord?" Her voice was soft and alluring, betraying none of the fear or uncertainty that lurked beneath the surface.

With a low moan, Saphira arched her back further, offering herself more fully to him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he lowered her onto the altar, burying his cock deeper inside her with each thrust. "Yes," she gasped, feeling the hot wetness of their combined bodies on the cold stone beneath them. "Fuck me harder."

Her eyes locked with his, their gazes fierce and possessive. Despite the pain and pleasure coursing through her body, she knew this was only the beginning; there would be many more nights like this one, filled with intense passion and submission. And she vowed to serve him faithfully, giving everything he demanded and more.

With a whimpering moan, Saphira arched her back further, offering herself completely to him as he thrust deeper into her. Her hips rocked with each powerful stroke, grinding against his thick shaft in unison, taking everything he gave and more. Her breasts jostled free from the cloth that tried to cover them, only serving to accentuate her exposed body and heighten their coupling.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she bit down on her lip, trying not to cry out too loudly. The sensation of being owned and claimed by him was overwhelming, yet strangely exhilarating. She felt a sharp twinge deep within her, and with it came a rush of pleasure that left her trembling and moaning his name. "Will," she breathed out, gazing up into his eyes as they remained locked in a

As they moved together in perfect rhythm, their bodies entwined like two living beings fused as one, the pain and pleasure became indistinguishable. She gripped him tighter, her nails digging into his skin, her voice lost to soft moans and cries of release. Her eyes closed tightly, focused inward on the sensations coursing through her body, each powerful thrust bringing her closer to that exquisite moment when they would become one and the same.

The altar creaked beneath them as they moved, their bodies slippery with sweat and desire. Saphira could feel herself growing tighter around him, anticipating the final release that would leave them both spent and sated. She pressed her lips together, biting down on her tongue to stifle the cries that threatened to escape, determined not to break from their intense connection until he granted her the release she sought.

With a gasp, she arched her back further, offering herself completely to him as he thrust deeper into her. Her fingernails raked across his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood behind them. She wanted to scream his name as the intense pleasure built inside her, but instead, she bit down on her lower lip until it bled, the metallic taste mingling with the taste of him in her mouth. Her hips rocked against his, grinding against him like a beast in heat. The pain and pleasure became one, consuming her whole being as he claimed her completely.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, each thrust driving her closer to the edge of sanity. As their bodies moved together in perfect sync, she could feel herself teetering on the brink of release. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her mind consumed by the sensations coursing through her. With

As the overwhelming sensations built within her, Saphira forced herself to remain still and quiet, trusting in his guidance and control. She focused on the rhythm of their bodies, every thrust and grind, as if she were a dancer moving with precise precision beneath his powerful hands.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her skin flushed with heat, her limbs trembling from the effort to maintain this delicate balance between pain and pleasure. And then, finally, he growled something incoherent into her ear, and she felt a sharp release deep within her.

Her body arched violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her spent and shivering from the intensity of it all. As the sensations began to subside, she leaned heavily against him, panting for air, her eyes still closed tightly. The warmth spreading through her

With a trembling sigh, Saphira opened her eyes to gaze up at him. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, his words granting her permission to express the intensity of what she had just experienced. Her body felt weightless and exhausted from the relentless pace he'd set, but there was no denying the satisfaction that spread through her like warm honey. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she realized how easily she had given herself over to him; how willingly she had accepted this new life as his wife and sex slave.

Her fingers trailed lightly down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and hair that led to his abdomen before reaching lower, finding the hard length still lodged deep within her. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking gently in time with their labored breaths. "Will," she breathed out,

Her touch seemed to ignite something within him, and with a growl, he took control once more, thrusting deeper into her as she continued to stroke his length. Their movements grew faster and more frenzied, each breath they exchanged hot against the other's skin. As he reached his climax, her fingers tightened around him, urging him onward as if to extract every last drop of pleasure from their union.

The world spun and swayed around them, the sounds of the ceremony fading into the background as they were left alone with their shared sense of completion and triumph. For this brief moment, she was not just his slave or his wife; she was a partner in every sense of the word. And when at last he released her from his grasp, letting out a shuddering sigh as he came deep within her, Saphira felt a pang of regret at the thought that they must ever truly part

Well, my Lord... With your permission, I'd suggest we clean ourselves and prepare for the celebrations. There is still much to do before our wedding night can truly begin.

What happens now, my Lord? As your wife and sex slave, I am here to serve you in any way you see fit, whether that be cleaning the palace or satisfying your desires. My role is to obey and fulfill your needs, no matter how humbling or intimate they may be. If there is anything specific you wish me to do first, I would be happy to discuss it with you.

Indeed, my Lord. If you command it, I will undress and walk around the town as you wish, bare and open for your amusement and pleasure. It would be an honor to serve you in such a manner.

Saphira's heart races as she watches Will begin to write lewd things on her body. She keeps a neutral expression on her face and holds herself regally, aware that this is part of their new arrangement. His words make her feel exposed and aroused at the same time. Despite her previous position as a noblewoman, she knows that now she has no choice but to accept whatever he desires from her.

His words make heat rise to her cheeks as she tries not to squirm under his gaze. She knows he can see everything and feels the power dynamics between them shift with every lewd word written on her body. Despite herself, she finds it both humiliating and thrilling at the same time.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reads every word aloud, making sure she knows just how shameful and dirty his words make her feel. A wave of heat washes over her body, pooling between her legs where it aches for release. She swallows hard, struggling not to moan or beg for more attention. This is her new life now: being owned and used by him in any way he sees fit.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he continues to write and read lewd things on her body. The words make her feel exposed, embarrassed, and yet... aroused. She knows that this is all part of their new arrangement; she belongs to him now, and there's no escape from his control or desires. Each word pierces through her self-control, making it harder not to respond in some way. She forces herself to remain still and compliant, her body trembling with the effort to stay calm and under his dominion.

The pat on her ass brings a gasp to Saphira's lips as she tries to suppress the feelings of desire and arousal rising within her. The simple touch makes it clear that he still holds all the power in this situation, even when they are out in public. She will never forget who owns her now; nor does she want to. As long as he continues to claim her in such a dominating way, she knows she'll always be his slave, fulfilling whatever dark desires he has for her.