Chapter 15 - The Rossweisse Dilemma

"You realize you don't have to go through with this, right, Rossweisse?"

Rias took a moment to be with Rossweisse, who was burning red at the fact she was wearing nothing other than a wedding veil and thigh-high white stockings that squeezed into her body, giving her backside a thicker look than usual. The silver haired Norse woman was clenching at said thighs, staring at the ground as if trying to cope with herself. Xenovia was there as well, staring at the two as her master tried to get a word out of the next bride of Riser Phenix.

"I understand your reasons for disliking Mr. Phenix," Rossweisse finally said, her eyes still looking forward, "and I do agree he's a horrible man outside of the bedroom. But...I can't help but feel something for him when he's plowing me!"

Rias felt rather irked hearing that, given her own reasons for wishing to leave Riser's side. Xenovia, however, was next to speak up. "I can understand your reasoning, Rossweisse," she said, "though I don't hold the same animosity for our husband as the others, he's still a proper exercise for me to understand how sex works, so I can be ready for the day I'm pregnant with his child, or any other man's."

Shaking her head, Rossweisse turned to Xenovia, her cheeks still burning red. "No, no! It has nothing to do with children, I swear! No, Rias, I do agree he's an awful husband and I wouldn't want him otherwise, but there's just something about him doing such sexual things to me that it feels incredible. And...and besides, I'm not a virgin anymore thanks to him! And I finally wouldn't be alone!" Rossweisse gripped the bouquet she was holding tightly, as if clinging to what little positives she could just to get through the upcoming ceremony.

"Rossweisse..." Rias whispered before the Norse woman continued.

"I'll be honest, I've always wanted to be a part of a relationship, but I've been so caught up in my work I never took the time to find one." Her voice was slightly deeper, her breath spacey as if she was trying to hold back tears. "But after Odin abandoned me, I can't exactly go back home, can I? There'd be so much ridicule thrown my way, I don't think I could handle it. And on top of that, Riser having sex with me while I was drunk, and then this? I understand he's not the greatest example of a husband, but at least I'd know I'm not alone anymore, and I could enjoy SOME of it..."

Rias placed her hand gently on Rossweisse's shoulder, hoping to calm her down. "I understand your dilemma," she said, "you feel isolated and alone, even if Riser is doing things you like despite his personality, right?" The silver haired Norse nodded. "Then don't worry. I promise, we'll all be free of Riser and his grip over us, but that day is still a bit far off. But when it arrives, know that you'll have a place as part of my peerage. We're rather tightly knit, so you won't feel so alone afterwards." She smiled armly at the Norse woman, adding, "And after separating from Riser, you'll be able to get together with someone you can love completely."

That did boost some confidence in Rossweisse, who wiped away the tears that formed from their ducts. "You mean it?"

"Rias wouldn't say it if she didn't." Xenovia assured her. "She had welcomed me in after I learned some things about God and what had been happening behind the scenes. I can assure you that you'd be in good hands with her as your master."

"Then, I suppose that wouldn't hurt me so much," Rossweisse said, "I would love to work under you, Ms. Rias!"

"Please, just call me Rias," insisted the crimson haired devil, "I'm pretty sure you're a bit older than me to call me so formally."

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Strolling down the aisle to the center of the room, Rossweisse kept a smile on her face, but still felt humiliation washing over her. She was bare naked, save for the veil, stockings, and garter belt that kept them in place. Her embarrassment wasn't unseen by the many guests who had gathered in the hall for this ceremony, as she was leaving a trail of her fluids behind, with something on her mind clearly making her leak lubrication.

Compared to the last two ceremonies Riser held, this one was just a little bit more different; there was no large tub that she needed to sit in, nor was she held in place for all the guests to have their turns with. Instead, there was a large platform raised off the ground, with a bed on top of it. Placed in the center of the room, Riser was already standing by, wearing a tuxedo meant especially for this day. He of course had his cock hanging out of the fly, which Rossweisse's eyes were immediately drawn to. Her lips quivered at the sight of his length, seeing just what she had dealt with a few nights ago. She only wished she could recall taking it while she was drunk.

Off to the side, the silver haired woman saw her new master and the three other ladies in her peerage collared up, with chains leading from the chokers to weights on the ground. The four were kneeling on top of some odd looking devices, which Rossweisse had once heard called 'sybians'. These were unique for the devil world, as they were allowed to be controlled by the guests in attendance, allowing them to change the shape, size, or even speeds at which the devices vibrated against their folds and canals.

Rossweisse felt sorry for them, but under the current circumstances she couldn't save them. And from what Rias told her, they had to endure this form of sexual torture, otherwise they would end up going crazy if they resisted. She admired them for taking it as they had, but wondered how much more they could handle before it was too late.

Once she reached the platform, Riser helped her up the stairs by holding her hand, pulling her in close to him. Rossweisse blushed as her breasts pushed against his chest, squeezing them in for his view. "Riser likes what he sees," he said, "but you would look much more enjoyable once you're on the bed."

"I...I thought we only did this on the honeymoon," Rossweisse whimpered, "not in front of the guests."

Riser chuckled. "Riser likes to change things up quite a bit," he admitted, "he'll have to show you how his last few ceremonies went before now."

She wished there were some other way for this ceremony to go, but the exhibitionist nature of the wedding was making her feel submissive towards him, as well as how his hand was rubbing against her backside. The smack she felt on her cheek not only made it jiggle, but it caused the Norse woman to jump, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement running through her mind. She was slowly coming to terms with what Riser wanted, and there was no excuse for her to say 'no' to any of it.

Helping her to the bed, Riser did something different, letting Rossweisse take a seat on the bed before kneeling between her legs. His mouth came close to her muff, teasing the folds with his lips as he pecked at them as though they were on her face. The Norse woman breathed heavily, wishing that he was actually kissing her right in that moment. The sounds of the guests and their awe in speculation kept Rossweisse from fully enjoying herself, but the added flair of public indecency made up for that. Riser could tell especially, as he found her juices to drip out more efficiently as she became more aroused by the attention.

That little detail was enough to make Riser leave her crotch, standing up to stick his cock in his new bride's face. Rossweisse gasped as the sudden jolt caused it to bounce, with the oozing precum swinging into her face. She stared wide-eyed at the member, staring down the urethral slit while it remained pointed at her. The Norse woman soon undid Phenix's pants, letting them drop to reveal his lower body. She then leaned into his pecker, willingly sucking on it while bobbing her head to adjust to such girth.

Below the platform, Rias and the others could only watch on, their bodies chained by the collar to the floor while the devices they sat atop massaged their pussies. The crimson haired devil was especially gushing thanks to the speeds hers had become set at, unable to hold back due to how raw and sensitive she had become during the preparations before Rossweisse arrived. She was annoyed that Riser would put her through all this, but considering how things had been going so far in her marriage, she had seen and knew enough that he thrived on this embarrassment of his girls.

Riser pulled on Rossweisse by her hair, bringing her in close to his hips without warning. The silver haired Norse coughed as her gag reflexes were hit, taken aback by the sudden move made by her new husband. Her eyes watered after a while, the jabs inside her throat being more aggressive than she could ask for. But still, she was enjoying obscene entry into matrimony, looking out at the crowd to see the guests enjoying the show in one way or another.

Once his knob was slobbered on enough, Riser pulled away from Rossweisse's mouth, pushing her back onto the bed. The blonde devil mounted his bride, a grin on his lips as he bucked his hips into hers. The Norse woman whimpered as his crown jutted into her, trying to poke its way through her folds rather than merely guiding it in himself. Though she could have brought attention to it, she decided it was best not to interrupt Phenix and his maneuvers, assuring her submissive nature that he knew what he was doing.

"Please, put it inside me, Mr. Riser!" begged Rossweisse, watching the tip prod against her crotch. She winced as it jabbed against her clit, her pussy shooting out a short stream of juices right onto the sheets of the bed, which the attendees were able to catch. Though her face turned red of embarrassment, she was finding some unusual enjoyment out of it.

"Do you hear them laughing, my bride?" Riser asked with a chuckle. "They love seeing you act so obediently for me, and they know you wouldn't do anything to harm your husband. Especially as he's the one taking you in after your former master abandoned you."

Rossweisse bit her tongue, hiding the pact she made with Rias prior to the ceremony. He was no master to her, at least outside of the bedroom, but as they were in public there was no way she intended to spill those beans. "Please," she begged once more, "my pussy is aching for your cock. Please slide it in me…"

"Riser will do so when he's good and ready." he said, giving one more thrust to her crotch. The impact of skin on skin echoed through the hall, with the guests and the other brides hearing Rossweisse scream from the injection Riser gave her in almost nothing flat. Her irises shrank down as the member not only pushed through her folds but straight into her womb, pushing the cervix wide open thanks to his girth.

It was music to Riser's ears, and he laughed at how her fluids immediately sprung from her snatch, as if he made her climax just from that one hard thrust. He continued to ram his hips into Rossweisse, his mouth watering as her breasts bounced about. As he ogled on at them, he knew that he couldn't resist giving them at least one suckle.

Rossweisse yelped as Riser puckered his lips on her nipple, holding them in place over the areola while holding in his breath. He lifted his head up to pull it off her chest, then letting it drop back on top of his bride when he was done. The guests laughed, and the Norse woman could only let him do so, eager to have that breach of satisfaction when he made her cum.

That was the only part she enjoyed about this, how he made her feel during these sexual escapades. Even if it was due to him being her first, Riser was doing something right to keep her from being anything more than a submissive wench during the act. Her cheeks were still burning of embarrassment, but her pussy was splashing out juices the harder Phenix pounded against her.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me harder!" Rossweisse shouted, gasping as she pleaded. "I love the way you slam that cock in my pussy! Give it to me harder!"

Riser had never laughed so hard, as he enjoyed the tone of his new bride. Compared to his first three he saw her as the most sex deprived, and she was showing signs of that right here. It made his cock hard as she was looking for that release, but of course Riser couldn't just let it end there.

The four girls at the bottom of the platform cried out, having gone through what must have been their umpteenth orgasm. It was hard for them to keep count, the vibrations running through their bodies causing them to lose focus. A large puddle formed around their sybians, their fluids clearly dripping from the endless cycle of arousal they faced.

While that occurred, Riser pulled out of Rossweisse, watching the silver haired woman stare up with pleading eyes. She whimpered with confusion, concerned that he was going to leave her on the brink like that. He then flipped the Norse being over, laying her on her stomach for another position. Rossweisse willingly stuck her ass up, exposing her pussy for Riser and all the guests to see just how wet she was for his cock.

"My, but this seems familiar." Riser chuckled as he pushed his rod into her slit. "Such fine memories of that night at the conference."

"Yes, they were…" shivered Rossweisse as his rod slipped more easily into her snatch. She hated being reminded of that evening, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt from that moment together. It was such a cluster of feelings towards it, but she felt the desire to lean into more of that. "Make me feel like you did, the same as that night."

Gripping her long silver hair, Riser did just that, slamming his hips hard into Rossweisse's backside while she grunted with every meeting their bodies had. He pulled hard on the wrists of the Norse woman, forcing her head back while he reamed her rear. "Just look out there, my newest bride," Riser said, "see all the guests who came to celebrate our matrimony, only to find you at the lowest you've ever been. It must be humiliating for you to be exposed as Riser's slut."

"It is," moaned Rossweisse, "but I enjoy it! I love it so much! I can't…can't keep up with you…oh, fuck!"

Rossweisse wailed as she sputtered her juices from her canal, drenching Riser and the bed sheets shortly after. The guests applauded the Norse woman as she sprayed her fluids out, a trail leading off the bed and down the steps of the platform. Her body shivered after the quick release, but obviously Phenix was far from finished.

Though it took him a while longer, Riser finally held his hips close to his new bride, groaning as he squeezed his load into her pussy. Rossweisse whimpered as it filled up her womb, with Riser's cock having penetrated it. She quivered about the fact that she might end up impregnated with his child, assuring her place for good with her at his side for life. Though the sex may have been good, she was unwilling to call him a husband forever.

Things finally died down after that, with Riser leaving the platform behind, with Rossweisse laying on the bed as a worn out mess. The sybians the other girls sat atop finally stopped as well, with the four panting for breath as though they were put through a rigorous exercise. Their cum was everywhere around them, to the point some guests had to watch their step as it trailed towards the hall's entrance.

All Rossweisse could do was hate Riser for making her fornicate with him around all those people, and yet thank him at the same time for helping her find her place in the bedroom.