LYRA

Vega and I have reconciled, of course, because we can never stay mad at each other for too long. However, this wedding planning has transformed Vega into a Bridezilla, even though we haven’t started preparing for anything yet. For the most part it is Vega who always has it all together. She's the level headed one, not so much myself. But we seem to have switched places for the time being.

I told her about the dream I had of us getting married at a beach somewhere. Which helped her understand why I wanted a double wedding. In my dream, we were on a beach, so the setting would differ from what I witnessed in that dream, but that’s alright. It got me thinking that maybe we could go to the coast for our honeymoon.

This week, we reached out to Kathleen regarding the design and creation of our wedding dresses. She has a fantastic talent for making dresses, and it’s a process that often requires a significant amount of time. Fortunately, we already have our venue sorted out in advance - our own backyard. Kathleen took our measurements and listened to our ideas on Tuesday, and just yesterday, she showed us her ideas. We’re delighted because we know the wedding dress designs we chose are going to be stunning.

It’s now Saturday and we’re out shopping for formal dresses for the engagement party tonight. Meanwhile, the guys are busy getting fitted for tuxedos. It turns out Blaze’s mom and ours got together and decided on a luxurious black-tie affair. I have mixed feelings about it–apprehension and excitement. Honestly, I’m tempted to say “kill me now,” but I'll just have to wait and see how it goes.

Mae, enjoying her day off, joined us. As I finished putting on the fourth dress, chosen by Vega, I glanced at myself in the mirror. The black silk floor-length off-the-shoulder dress hugged my figure, making me feel elegant and confident. It will delight Vega when she sees me. The subtle scent of silk filled the air as I admired the slit on the side, which revealed a glimpse of my right thigh. The soft touch of the fabric against my skin made me appreciate its beauty even more.

“Oh my goodness, Lyra, Blaze will freak out when he sees you in that dress. It’s stunning,” Mae said as I stepped out from the changing room and turned around.

Stepping out next, Vega appeared in a white dress that complemented my black one. Throughout our lives, we’ve always been yin and yang, so these dresses were an ideal choice.

“You both look so elegant in those dresses,” Mae exclaimed. “But now it’s time to find you a pair of heels to complete your outfits. We still need to eat lunch, and our hair appointments are at two o’clock. It’s already twelve, so let’s get moving!” With a gentle push, she guided us back into our dressing rooms.

“We love you, Mae; thank you for sticking with us even though we’re crazy,” Vega and I said in unison, and we all laughed.

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Blaze emerged from the bathroom, exuding an air of elegance that made him look like a million bucks. In his sleek black tuxedo, he was a sight to behold, igniting a fire within me. I yearned to seize the moment and pounce on him, but our hurried pace prevented it. Seeing Blaze in that tuxedo is irresistibly captivating, appealing to my senses and leaving me longing for more. The sexual tension and pulsing between my legs will have me on edge throughout the night. 

“You guys ready? We’re going to be late,” Jace yelled from the kitchen.

Blaze’s hunger consumed him as he grabbed hold of me and kissed me passionately. “Lyra, you have no clue how much I want to ravish you right now. Your beauty overwhelms me, leaving me breathless,” he expressed. Eager to not miss our engagement party, he took my hand and urged me towards the door.

“We can be late, can’t we?” I asked, sulking.

“I wish we could, but I’m afraid of my mother. So no,” Blaze said, chuckling.

I couldn’t help but grin, then giggled as I kissed Blaze on the cheek. “A grown man afraid of his mother.” 

“Yeah, you’ve met her; you don’t want to make that woman mad,” Blaze said as he opened the garage door to let me out. Blaze helped me into his truck and then hopped in on the driver’s side, and we took off towards his parent’s house.

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“There they are,” mom screamed in excitement as Blaze and I walked into the foyer.

“Come on, you two, picture time. We’ve already gotten pictures of Vega and Jace. You two are late,” Blaze’s mom scolded us and pushed us towards the living room.

As I glanced around the room, I noticed that most of the people were unfamiliar to me. They were colleagues of my parents, friends of my mom and dad, and clients of Blaze’s dad. It seemed like it was going to be a long night ahead. However, what I expected as a lengthy evening turned out to be perfect in every way. In fact, it felt a lot like a wedding reception. We indulged in delicious fancy food, enjoyed a slice of cake, sipped on wine, danced, and so much more. It was divine. As the night came to a close, Blaze and I expressed our gratitude to our parents, hugged and kissed them, thanking them for hosting such a beautiful party. With that, we made our way back home, while Jace and Vega had already left thirty minutes prior, seeking some alone time, I presumed.

BLAZE*

I’m relieved that we’re home. Throughout the entire night, I had yearned to break away from the party and find a place to be alone so I could consume her. I’ve been in desperate need of being inside her since before we left the house. And I know she feels the same way. But we never found a moment to escape. Once we closed the door to our room, both Lyra and I shed our clothes. Locking eyes with me, Lyra cast a seductive gaze and sensually licked her lips, a gesture that never failed to unravel me.

I turned her around, pressing her hands against the door, and caressed her firm buttocks. As I moved her hair aside, I kissed and nibbled down her spine, eliciting a pleasurable purr from Lyra. With a delicate bite, I savored the taste of her flesh on each of her butt cheeks. As Lyra wriggled and arched her back, her pearl positioned just right for me to suckle on. The exquisite taste of her essence, resembling chicken, lingered on my tongue, a flavor I could savor for eternity.

“Blaze, please. Stop teasing me. I need you inside me,” Lyra pleaded, her voice trembling with desire. 

The intoxicating scent of her arousal hung in the air. As I circled her bud with my thumb, she let out a breathy moan, the sound echoing through the room. With each lap of my tongue, I savored the taste of her essence, as if I hadn't eaten in days. Her body trembled beneath me, her pleasure building until she came undone, a rush of creamy warmth flowing into my mouth. In that moment, everything faded away, and all that existed was the heavenly sensation of her release.

I pressed my lips against Lyra’s spine, tracing the curve with tender kisses. With delicate fingertips, I caressed the softness of her sides, savoring the warmth beneath my touch. As I moved upward, my lips brushed against her neck, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. Positioning myself at her entrance, I could feel the pulsating heat and slickness of her desire. Gripping a handful of her silken hair, I guided myself inside; the sensation was electrifying. The walls of her pleasure clenched around me, intensifying as I propelled her towards yet another blissful climax.

I grunted, feeling my orgasm approaching, and uttered, “Say you’re mine, Lyra.”

“Blaze, I surrender myself to you! I will forever belong to you,” Lyra exclaimed, her voice filled with passion, as her body trembled with the force of yet another intense orgasm. 

The room echoed with the sounds of our pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps. The air was heavy with the intoxicating scent of our desire. As I unleashed my seed, it surged forth like a rocket, finding its mark and pollinating her flower. A deep growl escaped my lips as she milked every drop of my essence.

After completing the task, I disentangled myself from Lyra’s embrace and scooped her up in my arms, holding her like a bride. Then laid her down on the soft, inviting bed. Slipping in beside her, I pulled the cozy covers up, enveloping us in warmth. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on our intertwined figures. The faint scent of lavender filled the air, adding a soothing touch to the atmosphere.

“We’ll need to wait until the morning to have a shower, love. Rest your eyes, baby,” I whispered, but Lyra was already fast asleep in my arms. 

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