Stains Of An Ashen Heart

Author's Note: Fair warning, I currently have intentions to add chapters that are far more sexual, and may include VERY squicky content. When/if that time comes, I will update my story tags to reflect the new content. I wanted to focus on a corrupted wedding concept first, because I just don't feel like glossing over details. Criticism, as long as it's constructive, is very much welcome.

 

"Please, listen to our story. This... may be my last chance..."





Maestress Seymour Guado stood atop the ceremonial steps of Bevelle. Clad in the finest regalia of her station, she traced a long, sharp gold-plated fingernail along one of her cyan face veins and admired the glorious vision of Yevon troops marching in over the three-pronged walkways. She allowed herself the pleasure of a devious smirk when she saw her partner on approach, trailed by a bombastic symphony hand-crafted by Seymour herself to drum the weight of this special day into her chosen. Her heart thumped wild as the first member in the entourage ascended to the altar.



Yuna.



Her milky white dress flowed about her feet, as the saddest lady in the temple reached into her wood-woven basket and clutched another handful of vibrant scarlet and ivory rose petals. They danced in the wind off her fingertips, landing in a perfect strip in her wake. Her precious diamond tiara sparkled on her head, whilst the pink ribbon at her stomach held the ruffling of her long skirt at bay. When at last she climbed the apex of the final flight, she took one cautious look at Seymour Guado before shrinking her gaze away in fear.



"Yuna, you make a lovely flower girl. I'm pleased you have taken so well to your duties. Few adults can be so easily mistaken for a five year old with such perfection."



Seymour's words, as they always did, hid a dagger's worth of insult in a cloak of niceties. She nodded to the summoner's rifle-bearing escorts, and the soft yet firm nudge of their guns' muzzles prodded an embarrassed, red-faced Yuna off to the side.



"Ugh, this is sooo heavy..."



The chirpily griping voice drew Seymour's attention next to the wedding's special pagegirl. In 'respect' to Al Bhed customs, the Maestress oversaw a fitting perversion of the traditional wedding garments, the kind she could ogle while exchanging vows.



Under the hot sun, Rikku struggled to carry a massive bridal train of leather belts. Chocobo feathers dangled from her ears, brushing her shoulders alongside poofy, girlishly beaded blonde braids. Her lacy microskirt and bikini top turned see-through as her sweat wetted the virgin cloth, revealing the gentle curve of her ass and the curly kinks of hair about her mound. Behind her, Yevon soldiers followed protocol as trained by the Maestress herself: they stared up Rikku's skirt, pervish grins lighting their faces below their helmets.



"I thought you might enjoy the breeze to your lips, Rikku," Seymour said over the cacophony of music pounding in the pagegirl's ears. "Legend tells the winds of Bevelle can set even the dullest, most savage mind at ease."



Rikku merely answered with an angry glare, before taking her final steps on the threshold and dropping her heavy burden to join her cousin.



At last, Seymour's view fell upon her chosen bride.



A stream of interlocking belts composed the black dress' skirt, flowing down the stairs with its obscene length. Fur lined the edges of an ornate corset that plunged the bride's cleavage deeper yet thrust her bust up fuller and firmer, an overflowing endowment dressed in an array of shimmering gold and silver necklaces. Every inch of mature flesh offered up to the Maestress on the sacred altar had her dreaming of the sexy, fertile package wrapped in bound leather before her, waiting to be unwrapped for her sole enjoyment that night.



Seymour lifted the woman's sheer black veil, gazed into her lone red eye beset by inky hair and smiled.



"My bride."



"Let's get this over with," Lulu spat, in her usual foul and caustic manner. Even with their lives at risk, she refused to comply with the mad maestress' demand of a feigned play of true love. Though she dressed to impress her future husband, her bust set sparkling by a judicious spritz of glitter, she remained ever the fierce, frigid sorceress.



Seymour would have it no other way.



"Yes, let us bind our lives together for eternity."



The fresh couple turned toward their priest, the honorable Grand Maester Yo Mika, whose beard fell nearly to the pages of the open book before him.



"Devout followers of Yevon," Yo Mika preached. "We are gathered to witness the joining of these two women, Maestress Seymour Guado and the black mage Lulu, in the great spirit of Yevon's teachings. Outside the bond of a High Summoner and her Final Aeon, the commitment of the bride to her Maestress is the highest honor. Lulu, do you pledge to bind yourself to the will of Seymour Guado?"



Lulu sneered. Her live doll, the fuzzy red-robed moon rabbit known as Hummingway, crossed its arms and shook its head. She spoke the lines written for her by the cruel Maestress with all the flair of a puppet, disgust thick on her breath as her vows plopped from her mouth.



"I swear, that on this day my body and soul belong to Seymour Guado. I pledge to have sex only with women, and let all the years my body spent priming me for childbirth go to waste. Even in death, my gigantic breasts, wide hips and fertile womb will never be offered to any man. May my husband find pleasure in the knowledge I can never have children, bound by these vows to place her desires before my own and become her faithful lesbian wife."



The thrill of Lulu's promise burned hot pink across the Guado leader's chest, amid the black winged lion tattoos inked onto her breasts. The seconds ticked slow, her dark dreams cascading into a waking truth that sent her lust into a fever pitch. Not that the wedding guests would notice, the puddle of arousal at her feet hidden by the length of her marriage robes.



Yo Mika looked to the Maestress. "And Seymour Guado, do you pledge to take Lulu's life as your domain, to decide and control as you see fit?"



With a certain relish, Seymour grinned, cooing her vows through a filter of passion for the twisted games she wrought on her victim wife.



"I swear, that on this day I will take Lulu's body and soul as mine, to have and hold for all of time. I will savor her torment as she lives out the rest of her days unfulfilled, her deep desire to find a mate and have his child denied to her by my wishes. May she never know the touch of a man or the joys of childbirth, forever bound to me as my lesbian wife."



Of all the dolls in her collection, Lulu knew the purpose Seymour had in mind when she forced her to select the Hummingway. It leapt onto Yo Mika's open book, rubbed its furry paw against her nose and chanted. Black magic coursed in her veins, an aura of tainted blue waving off her shoulders and from the deep chasm of her bosom like the leakage of some great and terrible power.



"Seymour Guado. Lulu Guado," Yo Mika announced. "By the power of Yevon, and my authority as Grand Maester, I now pronounce you husband and wife, to share the rest of your lives for all eternity. You may kiss the bride."



The Maestress descended upon her freshly minted wife. Her hand snaked to Lulu's lower back and pulled her close, embracing the taller mage. A heady perfume of smoke and frankincense rose from Lulu's cleavage, a siren call of scents that led Seymour to press her light black lips against her new wife's plump purple pair. Her fingers ran along the baubles and pins in Lulu's bunned and braided hair.



"This is so wrong... forcing Lulu to marry and make out with another w- OW!" Rikku jerked away from the tip of a guard's rifle ramming into her side.



"Be quiet and enjoy the show," the guard ordered.



"Yccruma..."



Lulu, steely and cold as Shiva herself, glared at her husband. She loathed the wet, sloppy smack of Seymour's passions heaped upon her, balling her fist to the Maestress' slip of tongue. The taste of hot ash stained her mouth, the first of many kisses that would come to coat every word she spoke with the same vile stench of a deceptive harlot. The flirty yet vicious flit of her husband's eye taunted her, as if at once entreating and commanding her to pretend at a love for women she did not have. She refused to budge for Seymour's whims.



... And yet she returned her love.



She grasped at Seymour's shoulders. A fresh, torrid moan escaped her, as false love forced into her chest by her husband left a disgusted crease in her brow. A war of expressions, from the rising heat of her sex to the furious shiver of her pale goth skin, blazed through her very being. Her resistance fell at last when Seymour Guado, through the seal about their lips, sucked in her breath. She whimpered against her will, trembling like the proud bride of her one true love.



Their power play was over. Lulu, the stern mature black mage known for her dark wit and defiant glares, shrank breathless and weak into her husband's arms. Seymour towered over her now, a bastion of power passing the throes of dizzying want into Lulu's icy heart. Her throat dried, and her head ached, the fires of the Maestress' ashen lust burning in her veins. When the last of her strength failed her, she fainted for but a second, hanging limp as Seymour broke the kiss and let misty blue magic flow from her parted lips.



A din of claps and cheers greeted Lulu when she awoke. The combined fawning of Yevon's priests and soldiers fell upon her, a perfect fanfare for the great Maestress' triumph as Seymour whispered into her ear.



"Did you feel that, my dear? I control your body now. You are my love puppet, no better than your precious dolls."



Whilst the magic aura about her dispersed, a panting, slumping Lulu glanced to her bosom, rubbing the tattoos emblazoned on her hefty, jiggling breasts. They were the sigil of the Guado, the mark of a new order holding sway over her, body and soul. By the symbols etched on her magnificent bust, and the official renaming by her cherished Hummingway, all would know her on sight as Lulu Guado, bride of Maestress Seymour.



"You are a monster," Lulu spat.



"Perhaps I am, but you will spend the rest of your life by my side as my faithful wife. I plan to explore every inch of your body tonight..." Seymour paused, peering over Lulu's shoulder to the innocent summoner looking on in despair. She smirked, returning her gaze to her new bride. "... after we adopt a daughter."