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Planning a wedding is no joke. There are a million details to keep track of, and my mom has way too many opinions when all I want is to keep it simple and sweet. Celeste plays referee, keeping her at bay and distracting her with simple choices like decorations and napkin colors. Egorr and I spend most of our time deciding what kind of cake we should have, and testing out a variety of different flavors.

Celeste, Timble, and I all go dress shopping together, which is an interesting adventure out in the world for Celeste. After I’ve chosen a satin number with rhinestones trailing down the seams—and a rather low neckline—a tall gorgon takes my measurements. Everyone is thrilled about what I chose.

“Egorr will fall over dead when he sees you,” Timble says, adjusting the train.

Egorr’s dad, Ogorr, comes down on a long weekend to visit and meet me for the first time. As I suspected, he’s just like Egorr: a big, lovable beast with even bigger tusks.

“They keep growing,” Ogorr says when I remark on it, tapping his finger on the point. “My dad’s were as high as his ears by the time he died.”

Huh. Learn something new every day. I wonder what Egorr will look like when he’s Ogorr’s age.

Ogorr stays in my old bedroom, which has now become our guest room slash office, with some of my extra dresses stashed in the closet. Ogorr smiles when he sees them all.

“You’re a sweet young lady,” he says to me while Egorr cooks food out in the kitchen. “And I can tell my son is head over heels for you.”

I rub my cheek. “I hope so, because I’m head over heels for him.”

“I noticed.” Ogorr grins wide and toothy, just like Egorr does. “I can see the stars in your eyes when you look at each other.”

Am I really that obvious? Maybe it’s not that surprising. I feel like Egorr has a glow about him, some intangible force drawing me in closer at all times. And I sure do love him more than I ever thought possible.

I come up behind my ogre while he’s cooking and run a hand over his taut butt. “What are you making for us?” I ask, wrapping my arms around him from behind—well, as far as they can go, anyway.

He pauses his stirring to lean into me. “Pasta Bolognese! I thought both of you would like it.”

I squeeze him even tighter. “That sounds delicious. I can’t wait.”

“Break it up!” Ogorr calls jokingly from the bar counter. “The wedding isn’t for a few more weeks!”

Egorr guffaws and brings me under his arm as he continues stirring. I love watching the two of them, big gentle giants with hearts of gold.

After Ogorr goes to bed, we stay up reading in front of the fire. Then we trundle off to our bedroom, and Egorr makes love to me as quietly as he can.

* * *

At last, it’s the day of the wedding. Ogorr is there on Egorr’s side, along with some monsters he works with and people from our own neighborhood, while my parents, Celeste, and our friend Rob all sit on my side. Timble joins them, and I’m so happy to see all my friends and loved ones in a single place, together.

After the ceremony is over, which we kept short and sweet, the rest of the night is for eating, drinking, and dancing. Egorr isn’t much of a dancer, but I insisted that we get a teacher and practice, so we’re able to twirl about to the pace of the music without stepping too badly on each other’s feet. Egorr’s favorite move is when he picks me up and spins me around, and it earns hoots and claps from the crowd.

Then everyone joins us on the dance floor, and we all twirl the night away. There are gifts and toasts, and most of us drink too much. Ogorr nearly crushes my mother when the two of them dance and he loses his balance.

When it’s starting to get late, I hug my friends goodbye, and my mom gets teary-eyed.

“I’m so happy you’re happy, but I’m sad that you won’t be coming home to New Eden again,” she says, pushing some hair away from my eyes, which I’m sure are smeared with mascara from all the sweating and happy tears. “But Egorr is perfect for you, and I know you’ll have the life you always dreamed about with him.”

My dad echoes her, and I start crying as I hug them both. And then, Egorr and I hop into his car, on which my friends have lovingly painted the words HAPPY WEDDING and JUST MARRIED.

As we pull away, the tin cans strung onto the bumper rattle and clang, following us all the way back to our house in the hill.

Finally, we’re home. While I stand in the mirror, pulling all the myriad pins out of my hair, Egorr approaches me from behind. He leans down so his chin rests on my head and his arms are hooked around my waist.

“You looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of my ear. “Like a goddess. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

A shiver of thrill spreads down my arms and legs.

“I am yours,” I whisper back, leaning into his arms. “All yours. To do with as you please.”

Mischief takes over my sweet ogre’s face. His hands traverse up my body, over my dress, exploring every curve and swell of me.

“I love you, Maddie.” He splays his hand across my belly. “I couldn’t have asked for a more lovely, sweet, and gorgeous wife.”

“Don’t make me cry again tonight,” I say, wiping my face and smearing my makeup even more. “I love you, too. So much it feels like it’s too big for my body to hold.”

Egorr chuckles as he starts to unfasten the many buttons keeping my dress on. “You are so full of love, and it’s one of my favorite things about you.”

The dress falls away as he makes his way down to my hips. I shimmy out of it until I’m in nothing but my lacy underwear. Then I turn around and slide Egorr’s black jacket off, which makes his big shoulders look even bigger. His shirt goes next, revealing his perfect, hairy chest to me. Then I take off his belt and push his slacks down over his delightful ass. His cock is already at half-mast when it’s finally exposed, and all I want to do is worship it.

“Maddie,” Egorr says in a warning tone, before I can get down to my knees. “I want you to get on the bed and open your legs for me.”

I love when he gets bossy because it usually means he’s about to fuck me into oblivion. I climb onto the bed as ordered, and lean back against the headboard, spreading my thighs wide. The bed sinks as Egorr settles between them, and he licks his lips.

“I’m going to get you so wet,” he says in a low baritone. Then he attacks me between the legs, knowing exactly how to get me riled up for him. He squeezes his fingers inside me, pumping them in rhythm with his tongue, until I’m so close to climaxing that I’m trembling all over.

But before I can reach my peak, Egorr pulls away. Now his cock is fat and hard for me, and he settles with my knees hooked over his hips.

“My wonderful wife,” he says, leaning down to kiss me as he gently pushes inside me. My body has conformed to his shape, and I’m awash with relief as he slides in deep, settling into his seat. Egorr lets out an erotic groan. “You feel so damned good. I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

He sits back so he can rub his thumb over my clit, and I instantly tighten around him. His eyes roll back in his head as he thrusts again, and he got me so riled up that I almost come right then. All it takes is a few strokes for me to tumble right off the edge, and I scream out loud as Egorr fucks me through it with even, measured pumps. Even as I moan and clench, he keeps teasing my clit.

“I know you have more for me,” he says, his grin revealing all of his white teeth and pushing his tusks up to his eyes.

I nod fervently as he fucks me harder, deeper, that lovely cockhead of his triggering a bolt of sensation every time it passes through me. Soon I can tell that Egorr’s holding back his own orgasm, his eyes closed as he concentrates. I’m writhing, lifting my hips so I can take even more of him, crying out his name with every plunge.

“Oh, fuck,” Egorr moans, and I sense him filling up, ready to burst. “I’m going to stuff this pussy so full of me.”

That’s all it takes to send me flying again. I grip him tight around the neck, holding on for dear life as a lightning bolt of pleasure overtakes me.

“Yes, little wife.” Egorr buries himself in me one final time, then his warm cum gushes so hot and fast that I can feel it coating me, spilling out in a waterfall. Still sunk in me, he reaches for the roll of toilet paper we keep by the side of the bed, managing to catch most of it before it gets on the comforter.

I giggle, keeping my hips elevated until he’s mopped it all up, then I collapse into the blankets. After tossing it all in the trash, Egorr settles beside me, his arm slung across me.

“That was wonderful, husband ,” I croon, nuzzling the side of his face and stroking one of his tusks.

He beams at me. “And we get to do it for the rest of our lives.”

“Mmm. I like how that sounds.”

* * *

We decide on a rather epic honeymoon, where we’ll travel the world for a month, taking in all the sights we can and trying every possible kind of food. It’s everything I’ve always dreamed of, visiting the very places I thought I would only ever see on the television and experiencing them for myself. Plus, doing all of it at Egorr’s side? It’s as magical as it could possibly be. We walk the streets of big cities hand in hand, browsing markets, trying street food, and occasionally buying silly trinkets to put on our refrigerator back home.

I know traveling is not an ogre’s favorite thing, as much as he loves his home, but he’s willing to do it for me.

By the time we’ve reached week three, though, I’m ready to be back in our little house, and Egorr is more than ready. At the end of the day, we’re both homebodies.

When at last we’ve returned, I could practically hug our front door.

“Good to be home,” Egorr says with a sigh, putting an arm around my shoulders. “It was a wonderful adventure, but now I want to start the rest of my life with you.”

My ogre. I couldn’t have chosen anyone better for me.

We sit in front of the fire together, and it’s cozy and warm in the blankets on the rug now that winter is coming on. Egorr slowly removes my shirt, and then my bra. I wiggle out of my pants, because I love nothing more than getting naked with him, and toss them away. Egorr chuckles as he follows suit, then gently pushes me down to the floor, settling his big weight on top of me.

“Little Maddie.” He caresses my cheek. “Thank you. Thank you for accepting me as I am, and helping me get better every day. Thank you for showing me what a big, wonderful, loving heart you have.”

“It’s all yours, big guy,” I tell him, cheekily darting up to kiss his nose.

“I know once I made you doubt how I feel about you.” His brow creases as he remembers it. “I want that to never happen again. And I’m going to devote my life to showing you how much I love you.”

My chest constricts as he gazes into my eyes, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in close for a hug. I nuzzle his bald head, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“You show me every day.”

Now his cock is wedged between my thighs, and I move my hips to glide my sex along his shaft. Egorr lets out a huff of air, and kisses my throat, nipping gently with his teeth.

He prepares me slowly, urging the flames of my need higher and higher. When I’ve already come around his hand twice, and his mouth is wet with me, he rises up and grips me by the hips, lifting them into the air. His cock easily finds its way inside me, back to where we both know it’s meant to be.

I moan with contentment as he slides in deep, and Egorr hovers there, merely rocking back and forth. When I’m used to him, open and ready for him, he withdraws, and then plunges in again.

He fucks me with abandon, clutching my thighs around his waist and pinning my hands above my head. My cries fill our little home while he owns me, his movements growing wilder. He slaps my ass, hard, and I scream with bliss.

“Yes, Maddie,” he grunts as I get closer and closer, all my muscles straining from how near I am to splitting apart. “Come for me, little wife.”

I cry out as it strikes me like a bolt of lightning. Egorr groans, chanting, “Yes, yes, give me everything.” Then he moans as I clasp him tight, and he shoves his cock in as far as he can. I can feel when he lets go because warmth fills me, and it immediately spills out everywhere, just like always.

We lie by the fire a while longer after making love, Egorr stroking my hair while I tangle my fingers in the hair on his chest.

“What do you think of making another trip to Dame Yemi’s?” he asks in a sleepy voice, and I turn to him, surprised.

“Oh? I would love it.”

He grins. “Thought so. I love how easy it is to make you come when I slap your ass. I wonder how turned on you’d get if we did even more?”

“More?” I grin, wriggling in his arms at the suggestion. “What if you tied me up? Or… what if I tied you up?”

Egorr’s cock twitches against my thigh.

“I think I’d like that,” he murmurs in my ear.

It’s only when I awaken in Egorr’s arms that I realize I’ve fallen asleep. He carries me into our bedroom and tucks me under the covers, then slides in beside me. I curl up against his perfectly warm, soft body, right where I was always meant to be.

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