Sick, I felt sick.  Her blood only helped me for a little bit, my trembling fingers barely able to unzip the damn zipper.  Panic widened my eyes, the triplets standing in the doorway.  Shame dimmed their eyes, an apology waiting on the tip of their tongues.  Bowing in my direction, the bruises and cuts from earlier were still visible.   John cleared his throat, Jean whacking him on the back of the head. 

“We are sorry for being huge dicks to you.” He stuttered, the words struggling to get out. “Could you pass these words onto your wife, or whatever she is?  She is scary.”  Motioning them to come over, they were about to piss their trousers.  A bemused smile curled on his lips, the dread of the next words coming out of my mouth disgusting me.  

“Could you unzip the zipper for me?” I queried weakly, embarrassment burning on my cheeks. “I want to rip your throat out, but right now it feels like a train hit me.  Do you mind getting a butler for me?”  Black bags hollowed out underneath my eyes, the boys scurrying off without unzipping the damn zipper.  

“Fuck!” I shouted, my eyes flashing red.  Sitting back down on the bed, I ran my hands through my hair. “This sucks.” The crotchety butler from before knocked on the door, a smirk causing my brow to cock.  Bowing in my direction, he took off my current outfit.  Rolling my eyes, he quickly dressed me.  Passing me a cup of steaming tea, the white china shook in my hands as I took a sip.  Spitting it out, it was her blood.  A look of discontent darkened the blue eyed old man, her blood all over his white dress shirt.  Gulping it down, it gave me temporary energy.  Wiping the corners of my lips, he fixed up my hair a bit. 

“Are you ready, sir?” He asked distantly, fixing the red bow tie with a single ruby in the center. “Your mother would be so proud of you.”  His kind words calmed me down, my expression softening at the sight of me.  My white gloved hands played with the ruffles of my shirt, rich red thread lined the seams.  Sliding my feet into a pair of dress shoes, he guided me to the altar.  Everyone looked drunker than shit already, this pleased me just fine.  A stream of people that I didn’t know marched down the aisle, a tiny white haired demon girl throwing red lily petals down.  Sitting down, the violins played the wedding march.  My breath hitched at the sight of her, a black lace corset hugged her ample breasts, a black lace skirt cascading to the floor.  Silk red lilies covered the skirt, the top shimmering with onyx gems.  Her white hair was twisted into some type of fancy bun, black eye shadow highlighting her emerald eyes.  A single black rose stuck out of her bun.  Black gloves covered up most of her arms, a loving smile greeting me.  Waving to me, she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ears.  The pain faded away for a moment, her black combat boots marching down the aisle.  Her uncle walked her down the aisle, giving her up.  Standing across from me, her beauty made me want to faint.  Wait, was that my human side not holding up so well.  My father cleared his throat, his black suit shimmering with metals of past wars.  Setting down a book, he turned to us.  

“Say your vows.” He whispered behind his hands, a nervous smile on his face. “I have nothing for you, too.  I know the crowning ceremony, but no one ever taught me this.”  Sarcastic words sat on the tip of my tongue, her hand stopping me.  A polite smile flashed on her face, the annoyance burning underneath her eyes.  

“I will go first.”  She told him warmly, taking his hand. “I understand that this was last minute.” She cleared her throat, her hands wrapping around mine.  Waving to the crowd, they all looked so happy.  

“You popped up in my life, literally.” She emphasized, everyone laughing. “You showed up in my class claiming to be my boyfriend, and truth be told I kind of hated you for it.  Then you bit me, and I woke up to a dream world.  You have shown me more love than anyone else in my life, and I promise to love you to the end of the world.  I, Ary Rose, do take Dean Morningstar to be my husband and king.”  My heart was pounding out of my head, scarlet burning my cheeks.  Let’s just say that I wasn’t a poet.  Clearing my throat, her eyes never left mine.  Shit, nausea churned my stomach. 

“I stalked you in your dreams, and I fell in love from the moment I crashed into you.  I knew you were my mate.” I vowed happily as I could, coughing up blood. “You accepted me after your world began to crumble around you. I promise to be the headphones to your music.  I, Dean Morningstar, take Ary Rose to be my queen and wife.”  Tears welled up in both of our eyes, my old man bawling like a baby.  

“Slide on the rings.” He announced cheerfully, panic widening my eyes. Feeling around my pockets, my old man passed me my mother’s ring.  Sighing in relief, she pulled out a black ring with a blood ruby circle in the center of black metal vines.  Sliding it on, a spike pricked my skin.  The weakness left, my full strength coming back.  Childlike wonder brightened my eyes, my trembling fingers sliding on the simple black band onto her ring finger.  Gasps of wonder erupted behind us, a single red crystal lily blooming in the center.  

“With the power invested in me, you may now kiss the bride.” He shouted happily, my arms pulling her close to me. My lips pressed against hers sensually, my tongue dancing with hers. Pulling back, my father had my mother’s ruby floral crown and his crown from the top of his head. 

“Please kneel you two.” He requested seriously, the two of us getting on our knees.  The black imperial sword sat in his other hand, his whole body shaking with anxiety. Usually he was so calm and collected, this was a new side. Ruby teardrops shimmered in the candlelight, the golden queen’s crown sitting on her head.  Tears streamed down his cheeks, my father placing his black crown on my head.  The black vines twisted around my head, his eyes scanning the crowd. 

“I present the next king and queen of Hell.” He announced with tears in his voice, his sword pressing against our shoulders. “Now rise Queen Ary, and King Dean.”  Standing to our feet, I raised our hands in the air.  Everyone clapped and just about lost their minds. Running down the black velvet rug, I spun her around in the air.  For the first time we looked at the ceremony space, her jaw dropping. Putting it back in place, the black pews were lined with red ribbons, and large bouquets of red flowers.  When my old man went out, he really went out.  A flirty look glinted in her eyes, her pulling me into her mother’s old room. Ripping off her skirt, she tossed it to the side.  Locking the door behind us, she pinned me down on the bed.   She ripped off my black jacket, my heart fluttering. Using her teeth, she undid the button of my pants.  Pulling them down, she turned her attention to my shirt. Grabbing my bow tie, her nimble fingers undid all of my buttons.  I loved this in charge Ary, my desire for her burning brighter than before.  

“We will get in trouble if my f-” I began, a devious look twinkling in her eyes. Her sweet lips wrapped around my hard cock, her fangs grazing the side.  Sucking harder, moans of pleasure exploded from my lips. Writhing under her touch, her tongue licked the length of me.  Euphoria washed over me, her mouth just sucking on the tip. Losing control, I was about to cum.  Whining like a dog, her lips brushed every inch of my skin. Sliding onto me, her fangs brushed my neck. 

“I don’t care, Devil.” She growled hungrily in my ears. Goosebumps popped up on my skin, her fangs popping my skin.  The sound of her drinking my blood sent me over the edge, the urge to dominate her was screaming inside of me.  Holding me down, she was still stronger than me.  Grinding to her own music in her head, her wet walls hugged my girth.  Crying out in pleasure, she hopped off.  Waving her ass in my face, a devilish smile met mine.  By some miracle, our crowns were still on top of our heads.  Cupping her ass, she backed up onto me. Jolts of electrical pleasure shot through my body, her sexy voice calling out my name. 

“I am going to punish you for being a bad girl.” I barked huskily, slapping her ass.  Shuddering harder with each harder slap, I understood what her taste was. Thrusting in and out, footfalls were approaching the room. Damn they were cutting my time short.  Covering her mouth, she was nearing her orgasm.  I wanted to finish on a grand note, and  to watch her orgasm face.  Flipping her over, her feet rested on my shoulders.  Tossing her a piece of leather, she placed it in her mouth. Her trembling hand shoved me in, my hips thrusting faster and faster.  She wanted to say faster, her fangs nearly breaking the leather. Unable to contain myself, I cried out her name one last time as we came  together.  Collapsing next to her, she shot me a dazed look. Knocking on the door interrupted us, my old man’s knock telling us that we needed to hurry up.  Rushing to get dressed, she tossed her skirt over her head.  My fingers couldn’t move fast enough, she was fixing up her messed up hair.  Buttoning the last button, she put on my bow tie.  Grabbing it, she pressed her lips hungrily against mine.  Scarlet burned my cheek, her dusting off my jacket as we opened the door.  Red flashed in my father’s eyes, a sly grin dancing on his lips. 

“Come on, you horndogs.” He teased lightly, he was buzzed. “Your guests are waiting for you.”