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Alestro cursed again, stamping his mouth to mine before I could ask him what was happening.

I kissed him willingly, parting my lips for his tongue, my body heating at the thought of what we were doing. Getta had told me it would hurt but all I could feel was that warm, squashy skin knocking against my pussy along with his knuckles grazing the insides of my thighs.

“Shit,” he growled. “I need a moment. I don’t believe that bullshit about being ruined.”

“Ruined?” I asked, my eyes meeting his but he just shook his head and pressed that hot, soft skin against me again.

I peered down between our bodies, finding his fist still wrapped around his cock, a nub of soft flesh poking out from the centre of it.

“Is that…shouldn’t it be hard?” I asked and he growled furiously.

“Maybe if you were doing something to help it would be,” he snapped.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like…call me an asshole.”

“You - are you sure?” I frowned at him but he only growled again.

“Yes. Insult me.” He closed his eyes and kneeled up, pumping his definitely flaccid cock in his fist so that it flopped back and forth above me.

“You are an asshole,” I said with about as much conviction as a cat being asked to say it loved baths.

“Not like that,” Alestro said. “Say it like you’re a warrior who takes no shit and I’m in your damn way but you also want me to fuck you deep down inside. And use a Skyforger accent.”

“An accent?” I asked, my blush turning to indignation. “You want me to pretend I’m someone else…no, wait, you want me to pretend I’m her?”

“It’s not like that,” Alestro replied quickly.

“I don’t want to want her but I can’t…ever since I was with her my dick won’t do what it’s supposed to.

I thought maybe, hopefully that it was just when I was alone and that with you it would be different.

The only time I get hard at all anymore is when I think about her but then as soon as I try to get myself off I can’t. I just fucking can’t.”

I recoiled, shifting away from him up the sheets, not certain whether I was offended or just furious.

With her, with him, with the fucking stars for ruining this for me too.

Hadn’t I offered them enough? Was his curse to be mine too?

A lifetime of watching him try to pump his floppy dick to no avail.

How would I carry on our family line? What point was there to this union at all if I couldn’t bear any children from it?

“Don’t look at me like that,” Alestro barked and I twisted my fingers in the sheets, magic curling around the flowers which had departed from my body and drawing them back together again to conceal myself.

“Wait,” he hissed, shuffling on his knees up the bed towards me, still pumping that purplish looking mushroom which should have been a proud and ready cock. “I can do this. You do the accent and let me bend you over the bed and I’ll close my eyes and think about the way I used to-”

“If you value your life, you will not complete that sentence,” I snarled and he finally stopped trying to pump his flaccid dick, letting it fall from his fist to swing sadly back and forth atop his balls.

“I need to come,” he whimpered, his face crumpling at the admission. “I need this. I need you. It has to work. I can’t be ruined, I fucking can’t be. Hasn’t she done enough to me already with this curse? I can’t even speak a word abou-ow-ow-arghhh!”

Alestro fell forward onto the bed, clutching at his neck as burns appeared across his skin, searing runes into the flesh and leaving an acrid stench in their wake while his wails of agony filled the air.

The door bust open and I clutched my arms to my chest like I might cover myself but thankfully I found the blooms of my dress already back in place over my body.

Earl Tarlord stood there, frowning heavily at the sight of Alestro bent over on the bed, his ass pointed straight at the most powerful man in all of Avanis, his skin covered in welts and boils while he shrieked in agony.

“Is the consummation complete?” the Reaper asked serenely, appearing at Earl Tarlord’s elbow and acting as if there was nothing at all strange about the display before her whatsoever.

“Yes,” Alestro panted. “I fucked her, didn’t I, wife? And then I tried to whisper the secrets I knew to her while she languished in the bliss of my dominion over her flesh but…the curse…it knew even then.”

“What loyalty you have to Avanis,” Earl Tarlord rumbled, his eyes pinning me in place, a molten fire burning in them which told me he didn’t believe a single word from Alestro’s mouth.

“Were our places reversed, I couldn’t imagine having had a single space in my mind for anything or anyone in the entire world and starlit sky above than the beautiful creature before you.

Yet you tried to depart the vital knowledge you own to her rather than languish in the throes of pleasure. ”

“Avanis before all else,” Alestro agreed, though his voice was tight with pain.

“Avanis before all else,” I agreed quietly.

“So…consummated, yes?” the Reaper pushed. “It’s just I have another meeting to attend and I need verbal confirmation.”

“Yes,” Alestro bit out, raising his head to try and catch my eye and I knew he expected me to join him in his lie.

The silence stretched and I was almost certain Earl Tarlord was hoping I might contradict him but I disappointed them both and instead remained silent, allowing the cards to fall where they may, uncertain what to do.

I didn’t wish to go against my husband but I wouldn’t lie to my Earl.

Thankfully neither of them forced me to do either.

“Then we have a feast to attend,” Earl Tarlord said gruffly. “And after that another battle to plan for.”

He turned from the room, the Reaper sweeping away with him and I carefully slipped from the bed.

Alestro caught my wrist before I could make it through the door, his face dipping close to mine while he pinned me in his dark gaze.

“I’ll find a way,” he swore. “I’ll not go through life unable to use my fucking cock. It isn’t you. It’s her.”

“I know,” I said coldly and my hatred for the Sky Witch only festered deeper within me but it didn’t fully alleviate the blame from my…

husband? I supposed, despite the lack of consummation, that was what he was now but there was a part of me that didn’t feel the truth of that claim.

“But perhaps you should have thought about that before you fucked her.”

Alestro’s face crumpled then burned with rage but I had already snatched my wrist from his grasp and stalked away.

I would find a way to reclaim my husband for my own and secure the destiny I was owed but that didn’t mean I had to forgive him for his transgressions outright.

I had enough fury in me for both him and his scorned lover.

I headed to my wedding feast with my disappointing husband trailing in my wake and a vow stitching itself onto my soul. I would deal with the Sky Witch myself. The only thing left to figure out about it was how.