Combat Maid Harem

Chapter 916: An Angel’s Marriage •••••

[WARNING: This Chapter contains R-18 scenes.]

"M-M-M-My God! I had been waiting!" Ramiela excitedly blurted out.

She jumped into his embrace. She smelled his divine smell and took a lick of his divine skin under his neck. Both of which sent a thrill of excitement through her whole being.

"What were you doing out here?" Lawrend asked.

"I was..." Ramiela buried her head in his chest. She didn’t want to say it.

"You were?"

"I was scared, My God."

"What? Since when was Ramiela scared of anything?" Lawrend asked with a smile.

"It’s because... I’m becoming your wife!" Ramiela looked up to him with upturned eyes. The anxiety in her eyes were plain for all to see.

"Is that bad?" Lawrend asked with a wry smile.

"I’m afraid that I won’t be your angel anymore."

"Hmm..."

Lawrend thought about telling her that he had already talked about this with her, but he kept those words to himself. He pushed her gently and stood up.

She stared at him with confusion.

"Ramiela, what do you see?"

The wind rustled Lawrend’s hair as he stared into the distance.

"The sky... and the land below?"

"Just like how the sky and the land are separate concepts yet form the horizon, so would you being my angel and wife be, Ramiela. You will remain as my loyal angel subordinate while being my wife."

"Mm."

Ramiela nodded with a look that said she was trying her hardest to make sense of what he was saying.

"I didn’t want to be unfair to you. I love all of you... Aleshia, Elena, Aezel, Humility, Amene, Ella, Grape, Valentina, You, Nao, Ember, Juju, and Reavire." Lawrend pulled her up to stand and looked into her eyes.

"You are my woman, and I want you to feel loved..." Lawrend combed her golden hair back.

Ramiela’s eyes trembled. Tears welled up, and she closed her eyes.

Lawrend leaned down and kissed her.

With a wave of his hand, Lawrend and Ramiela appeared in the church altar, and she now wore a wedding gown.

At first it was noisy as no one noticed them, but once they did, silence enveloped the whole venue. Everyone stared at them.

Minutes passed and they both separated from each other.

That kiss was proof of Lawrend’s love for Ramiela. She was his angel as well as his wife.

"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife!" the Pope shouted with a wry smile.

The ceremonies had become just that: Ceremonies. Everyone understood that Lawrend and Ramiela were married from this point on.

Upon the declaration, applause erupted from the crowd.

"Sorry, everyone, but I have more to marry," Lawrend said with a smile.

He and Ramiela vanished.

When Ramiela blinked her eyes, she found they were back at the cliff.

"Well... How was that?" Lawrend asked, confident that he managed to untie the knot in her heart.

"I love you... my husband."

Ramiela smiled with satisfaction. It was the purest form of a smile. She understood what he was trying to do, and she came to appreciate it.

"I love you, too, my wife."

Lawrend gave her a peck.

However, like a spark of lightning, that ignited a flame within the both of them.

They kissed again. This time, they tasted each other. Lawrend’s tongue aggressively invaded Ramiela’s mouth. She tried to push back and give him a taste, but his slippery tongue rolled around her tongue and left it senseless and weak.

The sensation from Lawrend’s God tongue was like pure nicotine to an angel of his like Ramiela. Her whole body was programmed to serve him and getting such a strong taste broke her senses.

The only thing in her mind was the present... the present where she was getting a full taste of her God’s tongue and saliva. She had already forgotten about all of her worries.

After an hour of kissing, Lawrend had to push her away himself. She still tried to kiss him, but he prevented her from doing so.

It took a minute for her to regain her senses. She blinked her eyes and bashfully lowered her head.

"Don’t you want to do more?" Lawrend whispered against her ear.

That sent electricity down Ramiela’s whole body. Her golden hair flickered from gold to black as it had short circuited with her mind.

She couldn’t even respond. She made a dumb-looking face anticipating more.

"Hahaha."

Lawrend stripped her of her gown and took a mouthful of her petite breast. He sucked on it like he was trying to get some milk. He licked the hard tip with his tongue and gave it a playful bite.

"Ahhh..." Ramiela moaned as her eyes glazed over.

Her happiness couldn’t be hidden as a smile formed on her lips. She was so happy, and it was not because she was his angel, but because she had become his wife.

She cherished his love, and at this moment, he was proving it with the way he was devouring her body to the point that her senses were clouded with pleasure.

He pressed his hand against her navel and slid it down across her skin and into her crotch. Ramiela closed her legs as the electrifying sensation made her feel weak.

"Wait..."

However, that word of hers only fueled Lawrend’s sadistic side.

He continued deeper and pinched her other nipple with his free hand.

"Ahhh!"

She trembled and fell towards his body. He used him as support as her legs failed to give her any balance.

She was like an instrument, and Lawrend was playing with her with so much ease.

"Master... I can’t..."

Lawrend knew what he was doing. He was edging her on purpose to unlock her slutty side. Ramiela was in an emotionally weak state, and his physical actions also weakened her physically.

"Do you want to cum?" He whispered against her ear.

"..."

Ramiela hugged him tighter in silence. She would have normally shouted, but she knew that he was only teasing her. She already knew he knew what she wanted.

"Say it or you won’t get it..." Lawrend whispered with his words becoming quieter.

His middle finger brushed against her clitoris. It made her shiver and hug him tighter, but she still didn’t say anything.

"If you’re like this, I will be forced to make you cum from every pore of your body..." Lawrend whispered.

That sentence made Ramiela widen her eyes. A flip was switched inside of her head, and she bit onto Lawrend’s neck.