Chapter 272: Epilogue 7 – The Wedding

Liam pressed his cock deep into Liza, the cruise’s best chef, whose meals had been the best along the two weeks of the cruise.

Her skilled hands braced against the wall as he drove into her from behind, her chef’s whites long discarded.

He stepped back, breathing hard, and looked down the long red carpet that stretched the length of the grand hall.

Over two hundred women stood in a double line, half to his right, half to his left, naked or nearly so, every one of them already marked by him in the days leading up to this moment.

Their bodies gleamed under the soft lights, breasts heavy, hips wide, pussies still slick from earlier use. Liam had quickly inserted his cock into every single woman.

The girls had organized this absurd red carpet with all the females on the cruise, and at the far end, every one of his brides waited on an elevated stage, all of them wearing different sexy wedding dresses.

Some were sheer lace that clung to every curve. Others were nothing more than strategic straps and translucent tulle.

Liam climbed the first set of steps onto the flower-strewn stage. The air was thick with the heavy, sweet scent of aphrodisiac blooms that Isabel had prepared to set up the mood.

Lila approached him first, her curvy body on full display in a maid-inspired bridal outfit that left her heavy tits and round ass completely exposed except for a few white ribbons and a tiny sheer apron.

She took his hand with a wicked smile, then pressed her tits against his arm, guiding him toward a second, higher set of stairs.

Those stairs led to a throne raised two meters above the stage, high enough that every bride below could see every inch of him.

Liam climbed, fully naked now, his cock still hard and glistening from Liza and the long line of women who had come before her.

He stood for a moment at the top, letting them all look, before Amber also climbed to the most elevated stage.

Amber wore a sheer, translucent wedding dress stretched tight around her heavily pregnant belly and the massive, even fuller breasts that pregnancy had given her. The thin fabric clung to every swollen curve.

As she moved closer, the dress could no longer contain her. Her heavy tits spilled free with a soft bounce, her pink nipples already leaking thin streams of milk that ran down the undersides and dripped onto the curve of her belly.

She made no move to cover them. Instead, she smiled up at him, eyes shining. Liam even got the impression that Amber had made this happen on purpose.

"I’ll be more than a bride today," she said, voice clear and warm. "I’ll be the priest for this wedding."

She guided him to the throne, looking at him with reverence, and helped him sit down.

Amber sank gracefully to her knees between his spread legs, her pregnant belly resting against the edge of the seat, her freed breasts brushing his thighs.

"Take it, goddess of luxury," Clara said, thawing a microphone for Amber.

The blonde woman took the equipment, and with the quickness of someone who had practiced the movement before, she nestled it deep in the valley of her heavy tits.

The soft flesh closed around it, holding the mic steady so every word would be heard across the whole place.

Amber looked up at Liam, then out at the sea of brides below, and began.

"Beloved sisters... and our beloved husband..."

"We gather not in a house of stone, but in a house of flesh and hunger. We gather not to speak of distant heavens, but of the living god who stands, and sits, before us now."

Liam blinked in shock at her words, but he stayed quiet, letting Amber take the lead. The girls had worked hard to organize everything, and Liam wouldn’t intervene.

"Look upon him. Look upon the cock that has already claimed every one of us, the cock that has filled wombs and mouths and asses until we could take no more, and still we begged for another drop," Amber continued with a passionate voice.

"This is our sacrament. This is our vow."

The blonde woman kissed Liam’s cock for just a second, then she began speaking again.

"We promise to love him with everything we have. We promise to be ready whenever he needs us. We will submit. We will obey. We will give ourselves over and over and over, without shame, without limit, without end."

"And all he needs to do, our only request, our only prayer, is that our master accepts the infinite worshipful love we pour at his feet."

A roar rose from the stage and the carpet below. Every bride screamed the promise together, voices overlapping in a raw, ecstatic chorus:

"We love you!"

Liam’s voice cut through them, loud and certain. "I love every one of you!"

Amber removed the microphone from her tits, and her hand closed around his cock. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her milk-slick breasts swaying with the motion.

"Then consummate this wedding," she whispered, loud enough for the mic. "Shower your women with love. Paint us. Mark us. Claim us in the only way that matters."

Liam’s hips jerked. His cock swelled impossibly in her fist. The first pulse tore out of him with a force that made his vision white.

Thick ropes of cum erupted, far more than any previous load, arcing high and far. It struck Amber’s face and open mouth, then her heavy tits, then the swell of her pregnant belly.

Still, there was much more, wave after wave, an unending flood that seemed to draw from somewhere deeper than his balls. Amber aimed him outward, and the jet became a continuous stream, spraying across the stage.

The brides below lifted their faces, opened their mouths, thrust out their chests and asses. Cum rained down on them in thick ropes and splattering drops, painting them completely.

And the climax was still not over.

The flood only slowed when the last brides at the edges of the stage had been marked. Even then, thick final spurts continued to leak from his cock.

When it finally ended, the stage and the women on it shone under a thick, pearlescent glaze. Amber rose slowly, kissed the head of his still-twitching cock, and turned to face the assembly with cum dripping from her chin.

"It is done," she said, voice husky and full of joy. "We are married. We are his. Forever."

The hall erupted in cheers, moans, and the wet sounds of women masturbating.