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The crowd gathered outside the Dread Tower awaited the ceremony eagerly. Jonathan stood on a raised platform, his metal laurel glinting on his head. To his right stood Alistar in polished armour that caught the light. The Sentinel leader's silver beard was neatly trimmed for the occasion.

Drums began to beat as Talitha emerged from the tower. Following the ancient traditions of her people, she walked naked through the crowd, her toned body adorned only with the intricate tribal patterns that marked her skin. Her confident stride and proud bearing made it clear this wasn't submission, but power.

Jonathan cleared his throat, trying to remember the words Talitha had taught him for this ceremony. "We gather here today to witness the joining of two warriors, two leaders, two souls who have found each other in these turbulent times."

The huntress ascended the platform, her bare feet silent on the wooden boards. She stood before Jonathan, between him and her soon-to-be mate, her nipples hard in the cool morning air.

"Talitha of the Forest," Jonathan continued, "do you accept Alistar as your mate, to hunt with, to fight beside, and to share your nights with?"

"As long as I live." she said firmly, her cat-like eyes fixed on Alistar.

"And Alistar of the Sentinels, do you accept Talitha as your mate, to protect your back in battle, to share your victories with, and to warm your bed?"

"As long as I live." Alistar's deep voice carried across the crowd.

Jonathan nodded, then took a deep breath. This was the part of the ceremony that had surprised him when Talitha explained it, though given what he knew of her people's customs, perhaps it shouldn't have. "Before these two souls are bound together, tradition demands that any who wish to taste of the bride's pleasures one final time may do so. If there are any who would like to have a taste of Talitha before she is joined with Alistar, please form a line."

A murmur went through the crowd. Jonathan watched as several men stepped forward, forming a line at the base of the platform. He recognized many of them, warriors who had fought alongside Talitha, merchants she had negotiated with, even civilians that had met her in passing. Among them, he spotted Aldo, who had travelled from Dormik specifically for this occasion.

Talitha's felt respected as she saw the line forming. This was her moment of power - these men weren't taking from her, they were receiving her blessing. She dropped to her knees on the platform, her hands reaching for the first man's trousers.

Alistar watched with pride as his soon-to-be mate demonstrated her skill and power. This was tradition, honour, and raw sexuality combined in a way only the heldra truly understood.

One by one, the men approached. Some received only her mouth, others her hands, while a few were granted the privilege of her pussy. Through it all, Talitha maintained her dignity and control, her movements graceful and purposeful.

When Aldo's turn came, his hands trembled as he approached. He remembered their previous encounter, how much he had given for their previous encounter. Now here she was, freely offering herself before her joining.

Talitha smiled up at the merchant as he approached, her eyes glinting with recognition. "I'm glad you made the journey, Aldo," she purred, lying back on the platform. She spread her legs, displaying her glistening pussy to him. "It seems fitting you should have this privilege."

Aldo's cock sprang free as he fumbled with his fancy merchant clothes. His hands still shook as he positioned himself between her legs. Talitha reached down, guiding him inside her with practiced ease. She moaned appreciatively as he sank into her warmth, her pussy welcoming him like an old friend.

Jonathan watched it all, his own arousal building but held carefully in check. This was a sacred ceremony, after all, even if it was unlike any wedding he'd ever heard of back on Earth. Aldo unloaded inside of Talitha, the line of men gradually shortened, each leaving with a look of satisfaction and respect on their face.

As the last man finished, spilling across Talitha's breasts, she rose to her feet. Cum decorated her body, dripping down her toned stomach and thighs, but her bearing remained regal. If anything, the sight of her covered in the seed of so many men seemed to make Alistar's eyes burn brighter with desire. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N()velFire.net

"The offering has been made." Jonathan declared, his voice carrying across the now-hushed crowd. "Now, before all gathered here, I declare these two joined as mates." He turned to Alistar. "You may claim your mate."

Alistar stepped forward, his muscular arms wrapping around Talitha's thighs. He lifted her with ease, her back pressed against his polished armour. His cock, already hard from watching the ceremony, found her well-used entrance. She reached down to guide him in, gasping as he filled her completely.

The Sentinel leader held her legs spread wide, displaying her to the gathered crowd as he began to thrust upward. Talitha's head fell back against his shoulder, her moans echoing across the platform. The cum from her previous partners leaked out, dripping down onto the wooden boards below.

"You're mine now." Alistar growled into her ear, his hips driving up harder. Talitha's breasts bounced with each powerful thrust.

"Yes." she purred. "All yours."

Alistar's rhythm grew more intense, his powerful thrusts lifting Talitha off her feet with each movement. She cried out, her voice carrying across the crowd as her mate claimed her fully. With a final growl, Alistar buried himself deep inside her, adding his seed to the mixture already coating her inner walls.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. "Long may they stand!" several voices called out, quickly joined by others until the chant echoed across the gathered masses.

Alistar gently lowered Talitha to her feet, though he kept one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Her body glistened with sweat and cum, the various loads dripping down her toned flesh. According to tradition, she would remain this way through the feast - a visible symbol of the offering that preceded their joining.

The celebration moved into the great hall of the Dread Tower, where tables groaned under the weight of food and drink. Talitha sat proudly beside Alistar at the high table, accepting congratulations from well-wishers with the same dignity she'd shown during the ceremony.

As the maids brought out another round of wine, Alistar rose from his seat and made his way to where Jonathan sat. The Sentinel leader's eyes were clear and focused.

"My lord," Alistar said, bowing his head slightly. "I owe you an apology of sorts."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"When we first met, I wasn't certain about following you. A sorcerer, and one who seemed to stumble into leadership at that." Alistar's eyes drifted to where Talitha sat, chatting with some of his warriors. "But you've proven yourself worthy of trust time and again. The way you've honoured us today, how you've led us all... I was wrong to doubt."

"Your doubts were reasonable-" Jonathan replied, but Alistar held up a hand.

"Let me finish. When we retake the Southlands - and we will - I intend to make Talitha my queen there. The people will need strong leadership to rebuild, and she has both the warrior's spirit and the diplomatic touch needed." He placed a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "And they'll need allies they can trust. I hope we can count on the Dread Tower's continued support?"

Jonathan nodded, and Alistar broke into a broad grin. "Excellent! Now, I believe my mate is signalling that she requires more wine. If you'll excuse me, my lord."

The Sentinel leader returned to Talitha's side, leaving Jonathan to watch as the celebration continued around him. The sounds of laughter and music filled the hall.