The priest placed a hand on both Cruciata’s and Pava’s shoulders. "Do you both proclaim yourself an angel?"
"I do," both answer in unison.
"Do you give your allegiance to the Kingdom of Heaven?"
"We do."
"Do you accept Jehovah as your lord and Savior?" The priest adding the last as a snarky pun as God enters the temple.
"We do."
"Do you renounce all other masters?"
"We do."
"Do you henceforth give your worship to the power of cosmic creation?"
"We do," they replied, both speaking again in unison; their hearts beating as they stand there.
"Then I welcome you to the Kingdom of Heaven and bestow upon you the name Iris, the priest said while looking at the Peacock angel that was Pava. “And I bestow you the name Cassandra,” the priest speaking before being interrupted by Jehovah.
“Cassandra Papilio,” Jehovah smiled, approaching; “It was your grandfather’s. And I hereby restore the Papilio line to the kingdom of heaven and open up the estates that were once under your Grandfather’s care,” Jehovah smiled kindly; “Your father Beelzebub had no idea what he threw away when he rebelled.”
“If I may interrupt my Lord,” The priest speaking; “you are now officially angels,” the priest looking at both Cassandra Papilio and Iris.
“Now that that formality is done and dusted,” Jehovah smiled; “I would like to take over this next bit of business.”
“And what might that be?” The priest bowed as he steps back.
“A wedding ceremony,” Jehovah nodding to the temple attendants; “are you two ready?”
“Yes,” both say; their smiles as wide as a Cheshire cat.
“Then let’s begin,” Jehovah boomed as he begins with a sermon about love.
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“Love is powerful bond,” Jehovah spoke, a speech that lasted for what seemed like a hour, yet it was short compared to his previous homilies.
“It is the strongest force in the cosmos. Love is the ultimate expression of creation. Love is anathema to chaos. It is our sword and shield. Not to fight against darkness; but to protect what we have built. Without love; there would be no life. Without love there would be no beauty. Without love, neither of you would be here;” Jehovah looking at both Cassandra and Iris.
“What love has brought forth,” Jehovah boomed as he ends his speech, “let no one rend asunder!”
“Who objects to this union?” Silence as the various temple attendants are almost half asleep from boredom. They all heard a variation of this same speech from the other priests who perform the marriage ceremony.
“Do you, Cruciata, now Cassandra Papilio,” Jehovah looked at the angel; her compound eyes awash in tears; “take Iris as your lawfully wedded bride, your bond mate?”
“I do,” she stifled back a joyful sob.
“And do you, Pava, now Iris,” Jehovah looked at the peacock angel; “Take Cassandra Papilio as your lawfully wedded bride, your bond mate?”
“I do,” she whispered, her voice sounding excited.
“Then I hereby pronounce you married,” Jehovah smiled. “You may kiss each other.”
Neither needed any further encouragement as they both flung themselves into each other’s arms and passionately embrace each other. Their kiss deep and passionate; it took a polite cough from the nearby priest to prevent them from escalating their act of affection into a more carnal affair.
“There is a small matter to contend with,” the priest spoke. “Which one of you will be the sire?”
“I will,” Iris said as she looked at Cassandra. “You had quite a pair of lady balls when we first met. Whisking me to hell; turning me into a concubine. Then your heart softened during our short tenure in the eighth circle. My near death prompting you to face fears you never expected to deal with. And now,” Iris placing her hand on Cassandra; "you faced those fears and rose stronger than before. You morphed into beautiful butterfly I have ever seen. So its my turn to have a pair of lady balls.” Iris looked at the priest; “Make the sire. Grant me the stones to knock you up.” Iris looked at her lover lustfully.
“Oh my,” the priest sensing the sexual tension. “My Lord, please prepare the portal to the Papilio estate. I do not wish to have the temple bear witness to what should be kept private.”
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The ceremony was short; few words were spoken as the priest placed oils and bade both parties to drink a sip of the shared potion prepared. Afterwards, they were quickly escorted through a quickly formed portal and on the other side was a dark chamber. A bed in the middle; neither saw much else as they started making their way all the while ripping the robes they had on. Lips pressed upon each other; their tongues dancing in each other’s mouth.
They pull back as Cassandra is the first to sit on the bed. Shifting further to the center; she beckons Iris to join. She smiles as she crawls on top. Her breast hanging low; her nipples brushing Cassandra’s. Both moan in pleasure as their arousal picks up. Cassandra instinctively spreads her legs open; allowing access to her entrance. Guiding Iris closer; Cassandra gasps as she feels a slight poke just above her neithers. With her breasts in the way; Cassandra doesn’t get a good view of Iris grabbing her new shaft and guiding it to the proper orifice. Cassandra moans as she feels the hard shaft spread her folds. Pushing deeper until Iris slowly pulls back. Both shudder at the sensations elicited from the nerves being stimulated.
Pausing as she takes in the moment; Iris pushes forward once more. Her new phallic member probing deeper into Cassandra; then pulling out, Cassandra sighing as she touches herself, squeezing her breasts as she feels Iris push deeper with her next thrust. Back and forth, for the a few minutes; Taking the tempo slow as Iris finds the sensations both familiar, yet foreign.
“Do it,” Cassandra moaned; “harder, faster.”
“Okay,” Iris panted; picking up the tempo as she starts to jackhammer the slick tunnel.
With her hands on Casandra’s shoulder; pinning her to the bed, Iris starts to pick up the pace. The sound of her newly dropped balls slapping; as Cassadra wraps her legs around Iris, determined to keep them together as she starts to feel the pressure build with in her. An orgasmic release on the cusp of explosion builds for both as Iris’s thrusts become more forceful.
“I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmming,” Iris screams as she makes one final thrust; putting herself in a matting press with Cassandra as she feels her penis spasm and explodes within the tight tunnel.
“Oh myyyyyyy!” Cassandra gasps as her vaginal muscles clamp down hard; the flutter of Iris’s shaft twitching and a warmth spreading deep within puts her over the edge as her body shuddered and wrapped her arms around Iris, tightening their passionate embrace.
The feeling of Iris inside her; Cassandra manages to lock lips with her once again. Both slowing coming off of their respective orgasms.
“I can’t wait for you to do that again,” Cassandra cooed; “it was better than a strap-on.”
“And I can’t wait either,” Iris half mumbles in her post colitis bliss drifting off to sleep. “My lovely wife,” Iris mumbles as she manages to nuzzle her head between Cassandra’s breasts.
“My lovely wife,” Cassandra smiles; enjoying the sound of those words as she too drifts off for a light slumber.