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At most weddings, the bride walks down the aisle with her escort toward the groom waiting at the altar, but since Maria has no guardian and the mayor—who would normally fill that role—is serving as priest today, she ended up walking alongside me instead.
The marriage of the town's only priest and nun naturally drew interest from everyone around, so while we couldn't possibly fit all those people inside the small church, representatives from various positions attended, with plans for a grand celebration in the town square later that night.
"M-must we really enter like this...? ♡"
She pretends to be flustered, but already, the unique sweet scent of arousal wafts off her heated body.
When it comes to maternity wedding dresses, most designs aim to minimize the appearance of the wearer's belly, but this one actually accentuates her figure.
However, what bothers her isn't the prominent bulge or even the fact that the off-the-shoulder style exposes her shoulders.
The problem lies with the fabric itself.
Her custom-made wedding gown is crafted from delicate, sheer lace, straying far from the original purpose of clothing: covering exposed skin.
Underneath the dress, she wears cute lingerie adorned with frills—a bra and panties, along with a sensual garter belt—all clearly visible through the thin material. Moreover, since these undergarments are also made of similar lace, if you look closely enough, you can faintly see her enormous nipples and pubic area beneath them.
The fact that it was only partially concealed made her feel even more embarrassed. In some ways, being completely naked might have been less humiliating.
"It's apparently very popular in the royal capital right now. It suits you wonderfully."
"But...! ♡ Bu-butttt...!"
Her claim about its popularity wasn't entirely false.
It was indeed fashionable among nobles—as nightwear.
Though she protested verbally, her body betrayed her true feelings.
Since becoming pregnant, her figure had grown even curvier. Her breasts were noticeably larger than usual, and their tips, which normally remained hidden, began to swell visibly beneath the fabric, perking up with excitement as her nipples peeked out from behind their hiding place. Naturally, they could be seen clearly through the thin material.
Her rear end didn't disappoint either. With her belly swollen so prominently, it became difficult to tell where exactly the child was growing—her bottom was just as ample. She'd been unconsciously rubbing against me for quite some time already; what a naughty girl.
"I want everyone to see how beautiful my wife is."
"Y-you're so sweet... I'm not that pretty..."
"You absolutely are." Gently, he caressed her plump lips with his finger.
He wanted nothing more than to kiss those lips, but they had agreed to wait until after they took their vows before exchanging a first kiss as husband and wife. He would just have to be patient for now.
Over the past ten months, Maria has experienced many things, which fortunately included developing an excitement over being seen by others while with him.
It was quite challenging, adjusting her exhibitionism without letting it turn into full-blown public indecency... Someone give me some credit!
The hypnotic effect preventing people from seeing Maria's nudity in a sexual light also played a significant role.
I mean, otherwise, who'd risk exposing her lewdness to all those men? I don't have any fetish for being cuckolded, let alone enjoy puking over it! No amount of gold or status could make me do it.
"Okay, you two, it's time."
The middle-aged woman known for having her husband wrapped around her finger appeared. She was wearing a fashionable necklace that he had secretly bought her for their anniversary.
There was no dressing room prepared specifically for the bride and groom, so we exited through the back of our living quarters to reenter the church from the front entrance.
"Oh my goodness! Maria, dear, you look absolutely stunning...!"
"Th-thank you very much..."
"Everyone is waiting eagerly for you! Hurry along now!"
Under the effects of hypnosis, this lady genuinely believed Maria looked like she was dressed in a normal wedding gown rather than an erotic one.
"Well then, shall we?"
"Yes!"
Pleased by the older woman's reaction, Maria took my arm with delight.
With her arm affectionately linked through mine, we walked together toward the church where everyone was waiting.
"Congrats!"
"I'm so jealous, Priest Ain!"
"Happy life to you, Maria!"
If there weren't any sticklers around, manners be damned—so long as the couple having their ceremony enjoyed themselves, that's all that mattered.
As we made our way down the aisle, women offered congratulations to Maria while men heckled me. She was a beautiful young woman of marriageable age, and ever since announcing our engagement, she'd been teased mercilessly.
The slit on her dress was daringly high, revealing her legs with each step. Her nearly bare skin, covered only by pure white lace stockings, was flaunted for all to see.
At the altar stood the mayor, dressed formally, awaiting us with a gentle smile before a statue of the goddess far grander than the one in my bedroom both in size and elegance.
A talented priest marrying one of the town's young women... The mayor must be thrilled about this development. After all, it practically guarantees that I won't leave anytime soon. Not that there was ever much chance of that happening anyway.
"Groom, Ainbert. You seek to marry and become husband and wife with this woman. Do you solemnly swear to love her, honor her, comfort her, support her, and remain steadfastly virtuous for as long as you both shall live, through sickness and health?"
"Yes, I do."
These were standard wedding vows, but hearing them spoken aloud stirred powerful emotions within me.
I had to resist blurting out my response too eagerly; instead, I tried to maintain some composure here. After all, it would look cooler that way.
"Bride, Maria. You seek to marry this man and become his wife. Do you solemnly swear to love him, honor him, comfort him, help him, and remain faithful to him for as long as you both shall live, in sickness and in health?"
"Yes, I do."
The woman standing beside me.
The woman carrying my child spoke her vows. She promised them aloud...for me.
"And now, the sealing kiss."
We slowly faced each other.
I lifted the thin veil covering Maria's face. Her eyes seemed especially moist.
Smack!
Our plump lips met with a soft pucker.
Such simple contact between our mouths was imbued with profound meaning.
With that, we had pledged ourselves to one another.
Or so...
"Well then, next—"
This is too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"The sealing sex act."
Let's take our time and enjoy it fully.