Lance Hayward
I pulled up my mother's car at the Reynolds-Carlyle wedding. It was being held at a baptist church. The classic white church with the steeple over the front entrance. Something you'd see in any part of America. It was full of cars.
Bella wore her maid uniform while I was just in jeans and a t-shirt. It was so casual considering we were heading into a wedding. My Maid-Wife marched before me with such purpose to her steps, her skirt swaying behind her. I loved how it bounced and swirled. Her yellow garter looked so delicious on her leg.
I followed holding her cedar case. It felt like the husbandly thing to do.
She reached the doors and threw them open. The sounds of a minister giving a sermon washed over us as I followed her through a small foyer through another set of polished doors. It opened onto a worship hall packed with people. All the pews were filled. Pink flower petals lined the aisle up to the altar where the bride and groom waited. At the end of every pew was a pedestal with a vase and more flowers. White buntings draped everywhere.
I followed my Maid-Wife, this exciting heat throbbing in my jeans. A bride on her wedding day. I ached to cuckold her groom. They were holding hands and staring at each other, the bride's veil down, her arms bare.
Everyone looked at us. The preacher's sermon faltered. The bride and groom both swiveled their heads. My Maid-Wife marched on unperturbed. I followed, trusting in the Golden Power of Hayward Manor to keep us from having any problems.
"Um, can I help you?" the priest asked. He wore all black with a starched, white collar.
"This is Hayward Manor's business," Bella said, her voice ringing with strength. Her curly, brown hair bounced around her shoulders. "Just need to inspect the bride."
"Of course, of course," the priest said.
Bella reached the bride and lifted her veil. My naughty Maid-Wife cupped the woman's face, studying her blue eyes and doll-like features. She was gorgeous. She looked like she had a nice rack and lips made for sucking dick.
"We should a have brought your aunt," my Maid-Wife muttered. "She's not good wife material."
"What?" the groom gasped, staring at his bride who looked equally confused.
"She's banging your best man," Bella said, shaking her head in disgust. "What a waste of time. She needs an orange garter. She's not worthy for a green."
"Your banging Derrick?" the groom growled and turned to his best man. "What the fuck, man!"
Bella was already striding out of here as the entire wedding ceremony burst into shocked gasps. I followed after my wife who just bullied her way through the attendees watching the entire ceremony fall apart. I followed in Bella's wake, drafting behind my Maid-Wife.
Once outside, I said, "Yeah, shame we didn't have my aunt here, she had a mouth made to suck dick."
"That's the problem," Bella said. "She was sucking too many of them. That's not how a wife acts. She loves her husband, submits to him, and is faithful to him. She doesn't betray him like that. Ugh, what a cow!"
"You're pretty cute when you're angry," I said.
She turned around and quivered. "Master-Husband, what a thing to say. Mmm, but we should get going to the other wedding. We don't have to crash their reception now since we met Bride Whorezilla there."
"Bride Whorezilla," I said with amusement as I headed into the car. "That's a very interesting name for her."
"I know. Just interesting." She climbed into the car.
It took twenty minutes to drive to the Hartford-Kenning wedding. It was being held at a more modern Presbyterian with glass everywhere.
As we drove by it to get to the parking lot, I could see the bride and groom at the altar, everyone sitting down.
I parked and hopped out, once more holding Bella's cedar case. I was really hopeful for this one. I really wanted to fuck a bride at the altar before all her family and friends and the man she would have married if she didn't get caught up in the magic of Hayward Manor.
The world needed saving, and if one of those women who would battle the darkness had to have her impending wedding broken up to do it, then so be it. The fact she would become my Concubine-Maid was just a perk.
I deserved it. After last night, I really understood what my role was. It was more than keeping the Imprisoned trapped; it was capturing new criminals from the Otherworld who wanted to unleash their cruelty on our world.
The doors whooshed open automatically for us and we were in a much larger foyer. There was even a small coffee stand that wasn't being manned. Wow, that was insane. I shook my head as we headed to the double doors and threw them open.
"Hayward business," Bella announced as she strode forward. "The bride needs inspecting."
"I do?" said the auburn-haired angel at the altar. She turned her head, her veil doing little to hide the dark-red hue of her hair. "Oh, no."
"You'll be fine, Opal," her groom said.
Bella reached the bride and thew up her veil. She cupped the young woman's face. She looked to be in her mid-twenties at most. Her green eyes were wide. She had cute freckles dotting her cheeks, a dusting of color on her pale skin.
"Yes, yes," said Bella. "Very, very good. I'm impressed." She opened the case I held and produced a green garter.
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