67 Chapter 9 (8): Marriages, numbers 4, 5, and 6

The first wedding, which happened just five days later, was Elise's. She was wearing a modest leaf-green weeding dress, and I wore a darker forest green suit and trousers, because that was the tradition in elven marriages. Of course, it had to be modified to fit my bust (which was inflated to beautify the image of the Demon Lord at the behest of my advisors, like at my coronation), but it still looked good and, according to the Tuare, natural on me. It took place in the palace gardens, amongst the flowers and trees, despite the fact that it was abnormally frigid and Elise's dress was quite thin, though nowhere near as thin as Char's wedding dress... err... not really a dress so much as a sheer nightgown... anyways. Levia once again officiated the proceedings, because there weren't any elves with a higher standing than the two of us, and she was getting used to doing so for me. Only three left to go, you can do it!

"Do you, princess Elise of the high elves, take Miryuu Maou to be your wife, through all that may try to separate you, be it fall or famine, fire or frost?" (Levia)

"Under the bountiful blessings given to us by the Nine-Tailed Fox and the Moon Rabbit, I accept all that there is of my new wife, and offer all of myself to her in turn" (Elise)

"And for you, Miryuu Maou, do you accept Elise's offering, and reciprocate in kind, so as to take her as your fourth wife, upon equal standing with the others?" (Levia)

"Under the guidance of the Formless Warbeast, I shall accept and protect Elise equally with my other wives, and entrust my own life to her, upon my name as the Demon Lord Miryuu Maou" (Ryuu)

"I now pronounce you h- damn, I almost said husband and wife. Uh... I now pronounce you a married couple. May you live happily and healthily for as long as fate wills it. Though, knowing you two, you'll live long past when fate tries to kill you off. Oh, right. You may now kiss one another" (Levia)

We kissed, which was quite funny to see, as she's a full 30 cm taller than me. Fortunately, I just spread my wings and flew up to bend her backwards a bit as I kissed her, to the cheers of those watching. I'm pretty sure I heard someone say 'Yuri sure is the best to watch' but I ignored it. Tuare's ceremony proceeded much the same as those in the human lands, though her golden dress was exposing far too much of the massive bust it hung off of (she even made it a good amount bigger for the occasion), and, in order to kiss her, I had to almost lie down on (and, in the case of my own breasts, somewhat in) her tightly-pressed cleavage. In the process, her dress was pressed down a bit to expose a some of her areolae, the hem seemingly catching on the very tips of her breasts.

Ver was the last one to get married, and like what happened with Char, I wish I had seen her choice of dress beforehand, so I could veto it. She wore a loose band just under her armpits, which had a veil hanging to cover her budding breasts and navel. I say budding, because she chose to get married in her form as a six year old with slightly small breasts for an adult, but sizable for a young teen, let alone a six year old. In addition, she had a similar band and skirt-like veil on her abnormally wide hips (for a six year old, they were wide enough that it looked like she'd already given birth a few times), the sheer fabric allowing one to barely, but clearly, see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and so everyone knew that she was probably feeling a bit breezy down below. Fortunately, nobody could see anything important, but remember that she was as tall as a six year old too. I couldn't expect her to fly up to kiss me, as that'd make everyone able to see an upskirt shot of her bare crotch, so I had to crouch down to kiss her... or so I thought. She made the bands and veils stretchy, so when I began to crouch to kiss her, as I knew I had to, she grew to be as tall as Elise, leaving me looking at her thighs. Needless to say, people were a mixture of surprised and amused, and I just sat there, my brain going numb. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, I stood up, only to find the back of my head hitting the underside of the significantly larger breasts that took the place of her previous ones.

"Oh, looks like I'm marrying a pervert! I don't mind, of course... I'm one myself" (Ver)

At that, she shoved my head through her cleavage, a gap in the veil allowing my head to poke out of it, such that we were face to face, once she'd pulled me up off of my feet. With that, she kissed me, even though I was still trying to process what had happened. At the same time, she was holding me up with her hands on my butt, so I wrapped my legs around her waist. With a bit of a delay, people cheered, and I was bright red with embarrassment at how much of an exhibitionist Ver was. Char's wedding nightgown was nothing compared to this act, and I hated it... though I did like it somewhat, as a guilty pleasure.