My Sister The Villainess

One week prior, the Dry Lands. A secluded area near the Milf Kingdom's founding city.

Two figures, a man and a woman, were chatting happily.

"Best idea ever." The woman sighed, stretching her arms while laying on one of the lounge chairs they'd brought.

Of course, these two were Damien and Bubbles.

They were taking it easy in a beach-like paradise with a small lake in front of a tropical backdrop where coconut trees were planted and grown to full maturity just hours ago. It was a place of relaxation he and Bubbles created in secret but never had the chance to use.

Damien had in his hand two such coconuts, cut in half with a bamboo straw sticking out. He was wearing shorts and an open, multi-colored Hawaiian shirt he'd sewn and dyed himself.

Bubbles, on her end, wore nothing but black panties and a matching bra, with a wide-brimmed straw hat to block the sun and shaded glasses.

"Can you really just be missing the ceremony like this?" He handed her a coconut and watched her fully, sensuous lips with fascination and she took a sip.

"Please, you didn't send your real self, why would I send mine?"

"I honestly didn't think you'd notice."

"I taught it to you, of course I did." She folded her arms. "Smart giving it your own blood too. Really made it's energy signature even more identical."

"Thanks."

She smiled a bit. "But to think you wanted to skip our wedding ceremony like this. I'm hurt, D, I really am." She said while motioning for a servant girl to fan her faster.

"Hey, being me is stressful, alright? Sometimes I need a break."

"Yeah, because your life is so hard."

"I know, right? Ceremonies are so pedantic anyway."

"Hey, don't say that about our wedding."

He lightly apologized before continuing. "Plus my left nut was itching like crazy." He pointed down. "I'm pretty sure either Yesmina or Vera were plotting something. I could feel it in my balls. So I sent in my clone to just go with the flow and keep them happy. I'm certain one of them would've crashed the party by now."

Damien was worried about that. If Vera walked in, looked up at him with those pure, wide eyes and told him, "Please don't do this…!" Well he'd HAVE to cancel the damn thing. He can't refuse a heartfelt request from that kid anymore, after all. Kuuderes are his weakness, especially if they're as secretly cute and loyal as Vee. Which is why he avoided that happening by running here to take a load off.

That kid's dangerous, he thought. He had to be careful with her. If she actually stopped worrying about whatever it is that held her back from being honest with him he really didn't know if he could reject her again!

As for Yesmina, he wasn't all that concerned if she was the one who tried causing trouble. He'd quickly discipline the kid and send her on her way.

"Good thing you had Grandfather and the five great clan chiefs witness a private ceremony, then." Bubbles had to give it to him. He's a clever fella, this guy. "If someone does ruin the public ceremony there might be panic but at least the clan chiefs will know it actually went through alright."

Mother, Father and Dolly were, needless to say, not invited for the private ceremony. Baz was, though, as my best man. Also Jacob and Cass. He almost wanted to bring in Will and Phillip too.

As for why his own family were clueless, it was mostly because he heard Mother mumbling "basement, or not to basement?" while Dolly was sending serious brocon vibes lately. Had no idea when she'd go full yandere but it didn't bode well for Bubble's health if she decided to team up with Milly and have fish fillet.

"So are you happy with the honeymoon, wife?"

She only gave a faint smirk. "I think my shoulders are a bit stiff."

"I can help with that." He offered generously.

She thought of something just then. A full blown grin split her face. "Say, don't we still have to consummate the marriage?"

Damien snorted. "Nice try, fish brain."

"Worth a shot." She deflated.

He regarded her soft, supple figure with appreciation. "Still, I can't just leave my 'wife' so unsatisfied. I'd say an extra special massage is in order, wouldn't you?"

He wanted to send away the servant girl, but was told to let her watch.

Damien shrugged and placed a towel on the ground.

Bubbles laid down on her stomach, an exquisite and exceedingly plump rear greeting him as she did.

She could feel his eyes on her, like light kisses all over her back. Warm oil poured down her back and a familiar heat built in her groin. He already had her body thoroughly trained, unbeknownst to him. Those past massage sessions that had begun just like this spoiled her. Anticipation drove her heart wild.

He placed strong hands at her waist and moved up and down along her spine. Soft at first, then firmer. Roaming everywhere, from her neck and shoulders to her lower back and buttocks.

His fingers then moved to her legs. They glided over her smooth flesh, paying special attention to her inner thighs where he knew her erogenous zones would be on high alert.

He gripped her tight, elastic ass, pouring down more stimulating oils. Her panties were completely ignored as he slid two large, hot palms under the thin material and gently kneaded.

He inched closer to her throbbing womanhood. The young woman's toes curles up, silently chanting, lower, lower.

Her nipples stood painfully erect.

And it happened. He spread her cheeks, two thumbs slowly edging her moistened lips. She bit her finger to stop her moans

He teased that area wickedly, working her with practiced ease. She twitched and quivered all over.

Her breaths were short and sharp. Everything felt hot and waves of sweetness clouded her mind.

Desperate for something more, something deeper, she raised her ass and pushed against his fingers. His thumbs were swallowed. Parting her vaginal walls, the youth blew a breath of cool air that made her shiver pleasantly.

She twisted and changed positions. Her twin peaks stared up at him. Light pink areola surrounded two bead-like nipples that demanded attention of their own. And he graciously acquiesced. He pinched and twisted at one awaiting teat.

A short scream escaped her.

Cold violet eyes hung overhead and made her feel ashamed in all the right ways.

She turned her gaze to the left and caught sight of a red-faced Aiel girl looking on shyly. The thought of being watched brought an extra surge of excitement.

"Don't move." He took wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them to the ground. She was helpless against that daunting strength, a prisoner he could do with as he wished.

Her chest rose and fell heavily. She loved it.

His free hand went deeper. "Oh!" She moaned yet again. Pleasure assaulted her senses, shocking her silly.

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Her legs locked together on instinct, trapping his arm between her thighs. A thumb flicked her nub and sent jolts of electricity coursing through her depths. She almost wept.

"Quite down. You're making her blush."

And stopped her cries with a kiss. He tasted amazing. Their tongue intertwined. Her back arched.

A tidal wave pure joy burst forth, bringing her to climax. How long had it been? The feeling of finally having release was too euphoric for words. It sprayed everywhere, coating his arm in her juices.

His grin was downright sadistic. "Now look at what you did. My hand is going to smell like fish for days." He thrust his wet, dripping fingers in front of her face.

She reacted in a way he didn't expect at all.

The young woman opened her small mouth and erotically licked his thumb. Her soft, warm, tongue sending chills down his spine in a way that made his cock painfully hard.

The female servant had long since turned away her eyes, fidgeting restlessly.

He looked at the girl with consideration.

Well.

If she's having a taste, why shouldn't he?

"Itadakimasu."

And so began a week-long honeymoon wonderfully spent.

***

Back to the present.

Bubbles smacked him. "What about me?"

"You don't count, you're just a pet."

"I'm your wife!"

He patted her head affectionately.

"That too."