By popular demand, my second Goblin Slayer story. Acts as a prequel to Morning, but you shouldn't need to have read that first.

And it's pure smut this time. Consider yourselves warned.

Wedding Night

Chapter One: Preludes To Pleasure

The ceremony was long over, the last of the guests had left, many piled into a cart after becoming too intoxicated to walk. A few had tried to set up various pranks, but Female Knight had chased them off with a sturn look. With the sun having sunk beneath the horizon, the only light came from the oil lamps attached to the bedroom walls, casting a soft, inviting light over the large bed that took up almost half the room.

Goblin Slayer stood on one side of the bed: his suit jacket was draped over a chair in the kitchen, and the trousers and his shirt were neatly folded and placed in the laundry, leaving him in just his undercloths. Years of constant, physical work had left his body muscular, but not overly so, and the scars scattered across his arms, legs and chest told of battles hard fought and won. His naturally ash-grey hair had been cut and styled, or at least an attempt had been made by the town barber, and for once was pulled back away from his scarlet eyes. And despite all the dangers he had face, the countless times he had looked death in the eyes, for perhaps the first time in his adult life, he looked hesitant.

In stark contrast, Cow Girl looked eager, her long red hair flowing down over her tanned shoulders to pay across the top of her impressive chest that strained against the simple white bra that struggled to keep the massive mounds of flesh contained. Her stomach was flat but toned, a testament to a lifetime working on a farm, and her flawless, milky-white skin continued down the the matching white panties and matching, knee-high stockings she wore. A few stray red hairs had escaped their cotton prison, hinting at the treasure hidden behind the sheer fabric. She was stood with her arms behind her back, causing her chest to stick out even further than normal, while one leg was crossed behind the other. Over all, her pose seemed to lend her an almost innocent look, until one saw the hunger in her eyes.

Next to her stood Guild Girl, her customary uniform replaced by a sheer silk chemise shift that was so thin it was almost translucent in the lamplight. Almost, but not quite, keeping her amazing body just out of sight. Her shoulder length hony-blond hair was tied into a simple ponytail that hung down over her right shoulder, arms folded under her ample chest, lifting it up, while a faint twist of her hips gave her an almost predatory stance.

Last, but by no means least, stood High Elf Archer in a matching pair of black-and-gold bra and panties under a thin green top made of some fabric Goblin Slayer didn't know the name of, but was evidently elvish in origin. It looked impossible light and delicate, yet clung to her tall, slender form as if it was painted on. Her chest was nowhere near as impressive as the two women beside her, but her brests stood out proud and firm under her flowing green hair that streached down to a waist that looked deceptively fragile. But Goblin Slayer had seen her in battle, and was well aware of just how strong and flexible she was.

"How..." while known as a man of few words, Goblin Slayer wasn't accustom to being lost for them, "Who..."

"We've discussed it." High Elf Archer blushed, even the tips of her long ears turning red, "And after much deliberation, we decided that you should..."

"Make love to me first!" Cow Girl cut in excitedly, "I have known you the longest, after all."

"Then me." Guild Girl slowly kicked her lips, "I've waited this long: I can wait a little longer."

"I get to watch you take their maidenheads," somehow, in defiance of all logic and philology, High Elf Archer turned an even deeper shade of red, "before giving you mine, husband."

Goblin Slayer felt his mouth go dry: while his body had certain, urges, he'd always handled them himself, and as such was every bit as much a virgin as the three woman who were now his wives. Cow Girls lack of experience was somewhat understandable, given she'd spent her entire life living on a farm, first her parents, then her uncles. But Guild Girl had grown up in a major city, where attitudes towards premarital relations were more relaxed. And High Elf Archer was two thousand years old; even if she was considered to be just out of the equivalent of her teens by their standards, and she was stunningly beautiful, to the point where he found it hard to believe that she'd never laid with a man before, given there could have been no shortage of willing suitors.

"I've never..." he struggled to find the right words, "All three of you... I may not..."

"We took that into consideration." now it was Guild Girls turn to blush, as she produced a small vial from somewhere and presented it to him, "It's a... special Stamina Potion. For situations like this."

She managed to hand the small container over without dropping it, and Goblin Slayer looked at the clear glass. It certainly looked like a normal potion, the kind an Adventure were keep on hand to boost their energy at a critical moment. He wasn't sure where they had acquired it, or how much it cost, but he only hoped that it did something to calm his nerves. Popping the stopper with his thumb, he sniffed the contence: it smelt oddly but not unappealingly of hazelnut, and he quickly drank it down without a moments hesitation.

Guild Girl placed a hand on Cow Girls shoulder and gently pushed her forward. The young farm-hand slowly walked around the end of the bed and stood before her new husband, shaking with anticipation and nervousness. She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders, then gave a little yelp of surprises as he suddenly enveloped her in a tight embrace, their lips meeting as they kisses deeply, their bodies flowing together.

High Elf Archer watched them with rapt attention, but took Guild Girls hand and led her across to where a comfortable chair sat against the wall. Taking the seat, she pulled her wife down onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her as they continued to watch Goblin Slayer and Cow Girl kiss. Her long, slender fingers traced their way up Guild Girls hands until they found her chin, then she pulled the other womans face round for a kiss. The younger woman seemed surprised at first, but quickly responded, reaching up to caress her wife's face, her finger tips playing with the Elfs long, sensitive ears. The Ranger let out a deep moan: while it wasp widely known just how sensitive an Elfs ears were, few outsiders were aware that they doubled as an erogenous zone.

Growing bolder, High Elf Archer lowered her left arm until her hand could cup one of Guild Girls breasts through the fabric of her chemise, her thumb and forefinger tweeking her already erect nipple. This drew a squeek of excitement from Guild Girl that was completely swolled by their continuing kiss. Taking her brides reaction as permission to explore further, the Ranger used her right up to trace a line up her leg until in snaked its way under the bottom of the silk negligee. Slipping further, it continued until it reached the apex of her slender legs and the damp warmth hidden there. She was surprised to discover that Guild Girl had trimmed her pubic hair down to only a small patch directly above her womanhood, but it certainly made it easier for the Elfs probing fingers to find the little bundle of nerves she was seeking.

Despite all their outward differences, humans and Elfs have basically the same anatomy, and High Elf Archer knew from her past exploration of her own body just how much pleasure stimulating a womans nub could bring, and she fully intended to make their marriage one of equals. When she had exchanged vows before the Gods of Order and Light, she had taken Cow Girl and Guild Girl to be her wives just as much as she had taken Goblin Slayer to be her husband, and she fully intended to make love to all three of them on her wedding night.

Guild Girl saw stars explode behind her eyes as High Elf Archer played her body like a musical instrument. Her own past experiences were limited to late-night sessions with her fingers that left her breathless but satisfied, but they hadn't prepared her for the bliss of having someone else pleasure her. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her blood boiling as High Elf Archer slipped first one, then two of her long fingers into her molten core. Nothing in her life had prepared her for what followed next, as her brides thumb then found the little nub of pleasure at the top of her slit. Fresh waves of fire welled up inside her as the Elf bent her fingers to rub against some secret place inside her that felt like nothing on Earth.

High Elf Archer smiled even as her tongue continued to battle with Guild Girls, the younger woman squirming with pleasure in her lap. When she was younger, barely a thousand years old, she had sneeked into her fathers library and peeked at the books he kept up on the highest shelf. The nights spent secretly reading those books had reading those books in the privacy of her room had been the awakening of her sexuality. And while she'd had every opportunity to explore it with willing partners, both male and female, she had kept herself pure for her wedding night. But that was now, and she saw no reason to hold back now, and intended to put all her theoretical knowledge to good use before the sun rose again.

An unmistakable moan of pure ecstasy escaped Guild Girls lips as she broke her kiss with High Elf Archer, her head rolling back even as her legs and inner core clamped down upon the intruding hand that was bringing her so much pleasure. Her body shook and convulsed, and if not for her wides strong yet gentle embrace, she would have fallen to the floor, a boneless lump of flesh. Her lap felt damp where her juices were forced out of her spasming sex. She looked round to High Elf Archer, who smiled and kissed her softly on the lips before slowly withdrawing her fingers, causing Guild Girl to moan again.

Bringing them up to her face, she could see that they were slick with Guild Girls secretions. She held one finger out, and the younger women eagerly enveloped it in her mouth, tasting herself, not for the first time, but certainly for the first time on someone else. The Elf slowly sucked to other one clean herself, savouring the honey-like taste of her wife's virgin womanhood.

"You taste devine." she smiled, then looked over to where Goblin Slayer and Cow Girl were stood, locked in a tight embrace, but watching them intently, and giggled, "I'm sorry, but I think I got a little carried away there."

"It's ok: it sounded like she had fun." Cow Girl turned to look up at her husband, "Now let's see if you can make me feel that good..."

To Be Continued