Officiant: Mr. Ramou,do you take Miss slyvia De Morgan as you bride?
Smiling, Ramou nervously said "Yes, I do" as he chuckled, excitedly.
It's such a tough time for Ramou, who had to control his urges to not pounce on Slyvia in front of everyone, to not grab her neck and kiss her, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Slowly swirling it around, dancing, as he feels her body beneath him quiver slightly when they try to mate, he can't wait anymore for the night to come. His impatience begin to grew more.
He was getting a lil annoyed, tapping his toes inside the sole of his shoes. So Slyvia wouldnt notice him being annoyed by the way humans do their weddings. He relaxes his posture a little,the once hunched over shoulder backed up a lil, taking a more relaxing stance.
It wasn't the same as like how the wedding in Galtador used to happen. Biting his inner lip, pinching himself, he tried to keep his cool, taking short-deep breathes he tried to anchor himself, flashing a genuinely charming smile at every guests making them swoon over his insanely handsome soft features and at the camera, just like how Slyvia instructed him.
He clenched his fists tighter, jaw locked in place, swallowing the saliva hard, slowly licking his lips, as he chomp on it a lil, having ravenous thoughts about how he'll torture his lovely bride tonight once they are at his grand lair of dragons, their home.
His eyes glinted like the sunlight off of a blade made of steel, lips were upturned, streched, like the curved blade of that sword made of steel.
The smile was sharp, daring and bold, like he owned the world. Pleased with the thoughts of finally having her in his arms, his mind was filled with all the romantic thoughts of his sweet, lovely, kind and naive lil bride.
Who was looking up at him, smilling like a puppy, unaware of the thunder storming within him. He smilled back at her, as he reached out his left hand, holding onto her soft dainty hand fitting just right inside his rough grasp, his gaze on her sharpens, he releases a low satisfying growl. He intertwined his fingers, locking them in place with her's, linking them for eternity. Foreverity.
His right hand started to wander, gravitating towards her slender figure, her arm as he started to caress it. Slowly, Upwards, gently, with deliberate intentions of owning her, letting the tension linger just enough to make her subtly realise for what's about to come tonight. Please 'lily', get turn on. He thought.
He calls her his lily from the death stone valley. Where the red spider lilies grow. The flower looked similar to noiltriat which grows at the abandoned dragon lair where only the bones of the once magnamious dragons lay. At his planet. His home.
The more as each second passed, the more he tried to slide his hand higher, till it ended up reaching her collarbone. Soft n smooth, he realised,
'did she apply a creamy moisturizer?'
His thoughts begin to appear as he let his fingers linger there for a moment, caressing her skin, his smile softening.
The smile was the kind which hide the dark ravenous intentions behind the carefully weaven mask he specially curated for the public image, for this ceremony. He dint needed to, but Slyvia wished he'd do. And so he did, for her. To make her happy, to make her brimming with happiness he specifically created for her.
Tightening his grip on his left hand which was holding her hand in one grasp, he lifted his right hand carefully, almost delicately as if she'd break from a slight rough touch.
His gaze lowered, wandering back and forth between her soft luscious red painted lips and her bluish dazzling galaxy eyes. He placed his hand under her jaw, slowly but surely with delicate intentions, cupping her small face.
"You look lovely" he commented, smilling as she blushed at his compliment.
"You too" as she lowered her gaze, fluttering her eyelashes, she lifts up her gaze, smiling, looking at where his eyes are, as she continues to speak "you look divinely handsome Ramou" blush crept up on her cheeks, her neck flushed red, everyone in the audience were in awe for the lovely pair.
Ramou started to rub slow circle on the back of her hand, her knuckles looked pretty, he lifted it up slightly to gently press a kiss on it.
Ramou patience went for a holiday as he ended up pulling her in for a hug, a tight one at that, not letting her go. Never after this. She looked like a doll, with her small dainty figure disappearing inside his grip, melting under his delicate yet rough touch, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
Wearing a light grey-bluish frock with a crown made of flowers he choosed, those daffodils and the red spider lily as a taira makes her look like a princess who wishes to be cherished right and he will do everything in his power to cherish her, to love her. In sickness, In health, In rain or In drought. He'll always love her, never ever letting her go...
His grip on her tightened as he clenched his jaw hard, as if posing for a photoshoot, the arousal was only growing stronger, he could smell her enticing phermones. It made him slightly shudder and growl.
The officiant looked at Slyvia and then at Ramou, Unsure. He dint know what to do, this wasn't what anyone would normally do, especially not before the vows exchange. However seeing the lovely couple being so much in love, he let them be and continued with the ceremony. asking Slyvia.
Officiant: Miss Slyvia De Morgan, do you take Mr Ramou Manciaesteh as your lawfully wedded husband,to stand beside him in the easy days and the hard ones, to care for him when he’s unwell, to laugh with him when he’s well, to grow old together in peace, with the same kind of love the lord has offered you both with, the love that’s steady, kind and gentle, the love that's yours to give?
Ramou backed up a lil, looking at Slyvia with expectant eyes, his breath hitches, he swallowed hard, pressing his lips together as he waits for her. His heart was brimming with joy and happiness, he could feel his eyes getting treary, any moment now and he could end up crying. Thats how much he liked Slyvia De Morgan. He releases a soft breath, easing the tension growing in his heart.
Lips slightly trembling, looking down at her with expectations in his eyes, and when Slyvia opened her mouth, to complete her vows.
Slyvia: I, Slyvia De Morgan, Daughter of Mr. Marcus And Mrs. Anne Marie De Morgan wishes to take Ramou Manciaesteh as my lawfully wedded husban-
"STOP!"
"DONT MARRY HIM!"
"SLYIVIA!, HE'S A-"
someone in the crowd shouted. Everyone eyes darted towards at where the shouting came from. Everyone begin to search for that figure within the crowd. when Slyvia eyes lander on that figure,
It was..
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