Standing within the master bedroom of the Airus Embassy, Augusta is dressed for the evening’s events. Her attire is a robe, a gift from Tierra.

Something elegant, masculine, and a high-quality Terran Mandarine robe of jacquard red silk. It has a short, unfolded stand-up collar. The Mandarin-style collar boldly blazes silver Air Elemental symbols. There are no ties, but button and loop closures are used, with the fabric fronts crossing from left to right. The long loose sleeves have folding cuffs that display the embroidered Air Elementals symbol. Other than this, Augusta wears nothing, nude as the day of her rebirth.

It insinuates elegance even though Titania Fae wanted the apparel to scream ‘fuck me’. However, Tierra intervened because her intuition told her something was amiss about the upcoming event. That instinct provoked the gift. It is made and given. Tierra often displays this protectiveness of her only sister.

Augusta straightens the loose ends of her long, dark tresses. Then a deep sigh in trying to conquer that feeling of dread. She can feel something is wrong. Her senses claim that uniting with someone doesn’t involve this ancient ritual of lust. Added to this is the knowledge that the three other Primes did not sign blood documents during their Holy Bonding rituals. 

“ What are you sighing about? ” Requests the Fae Queen admiring her reflection in the large mirror. Titania stands there, liking the sexiness of her curves. The redheaded beauty wears a sweet pink peek-a-boo babydoll with panties. It is knee-length, lacy, and it accompanies a solid black marble walking cane. 

“ Simply that tonight I don’t wanna have sex with others. I am faithful to who I love.” Supplies Augusta while she gave another sigh before departing the room.

There is no movement and silence for a moment from Titania Fae. She lingers in the room before following Augusta. She does this because she knows so differently. She is quite aware of the Succo Vampire and the clandestine sexual romance. 

That is a reason for the sudden insistence on being married. The Fae Queen knows of the kink sessions, the collaring and the soul love that is boundless. She finds it sickening. However, it is an unadmitted private amusement. This is due to an understanding of the enormity of breaking Creator laws. And a naughty Air Goddess has, Augusta knelt in factual sexual submission. It matters not to the Fae Queen. Thus, she keeps the secret without weaponizing it. 

The Mistress of all magic does so because she understands that Augusta cannot resist loving and uniting in this union with her. That soul energy essence gifted by Titania Fae at the rebirth demands they marry. This seemingly benevolent act forces Augusta to unquestioningly believe that they belong together.  Nothing opposing that is ever said about it. Nonetheless, other feelings haunt Augusta, especially when around Phoenix, the Vampire Queen.

The engaged couple soon arrive at the hall in an open carriage pulled by hippogriffs. Entering the auditorium, the Chamberlain announces their arrival. As Augusta and Titania Fae walk through the entrance arch to the main hall, Augusta repeats her opinion as quietness softly settles the enormous room. 

 “ Titania, this is nuts. We are dedicated to each other, and the public only wants the media feed of the story. The attendees are only after that last sexual encounter with either of us. We are only pleasing society. It has nothing to do with our love for each other. ” 

With a weary sigh, the Fae Queen replies. “ We have gone over this. You need to get the raw lust out before you promise me faithfulness. Tonight allows you the last hurrah.” 

The orchestra strikes into an upbeat, majestic melody as the first steps toward the actual party are made. Side by side, with arms lovingly entwined, the engaged couple stroll the lengthy distance. A ceremonious journey to the two silver ornate thrones in the middle of the room. Augusta gallantly assists Titania Fae to sit. Then she nestles upon the throne on the right. 

“ Uhm,” Augusta disapprovingly murmurs as she looks at the crowd of guests. 

She next begins a visual search to find friendly faces. She figures that that may help the feelings of reproach be less obvious. Her Neo siblings are easily seen because the entirety of the room knelt in submission as Augusta walked in. Only the three Prime siblings are standing and smiling at her. That remains true until she commands otherwise, and currently, she would rather not. Hence, she has a direct view of Tierra, Aquaes, Ignis and their spouses.

Ignis grins to blow a fiery kiss as a red velvet cloak adorns his nude, muscled physique. His wife, Pyra, is mostly unclothed. That is, except red stiletto-heeled shoes and a red leather bra and panty set.

Aquaes smiles with a playful wink as he adjusts the ornate aqua-blue cloak from his bonding ritual. Meri Ceas, his wife, wears a similar blue, chic fishnet body suit with matching stilettos. 

Tierra is fully nude, nothing covers her gorgeousness. Her hubby, Animus, wears brown leather. His muscled body wears limited clothing. There are swashbuckling boots, similar leather pants and a brown corsair hat adorned by a dazzling peacock feather.

Each of them dresses for the occasion while knowing that this moment should not exist for Augusta. None of them had such a party. They each made sure that eternal marriage held the sacred energies. After all, it is Holy Bonding.

But the three of them now stand inside this outsized room, supporting their sister. They are in a room with crystalline chandeliers, many beautifully silver-framed nude paintings, colourful woven tapestries, obsidian armoury weapons, stately pillars of finery, and that amazing retractable doom cap of clear glass. The building and room are sights of stately splendour.

A most beautiful sight indeed, as Augusta feels a nudge from the Fae Queen. “ Duties, my love, duties, and it is time to be you. ”  

Augusta believes she is always herself. After all, she could only be herself. Thinking otherwise amuses. It gives a sense of questioning because a soulmate should know that truth. Hence, annoyance becomes felt. 

It accompanies the intuition that something is not as it should be. The air sporadically whispers that something is not right on this night. And at the moment, the room’s air does just that. It whispers of being confused and resisting unwanted control.  

Listening to it, Augusta feels frustrated. Then irritated while feeling restricted, but wondering about it. None of it seems possible. So, she firmly commands, “ Rise, dance, festivities…please!”

Music starts up again. Along with it, a regular flow of off-world dignitaries confronts the throne area to greet and chat. 

After a short time, it becomes rather boring, so dull for Augusta. Events like this are not pleasing to the Air Goddess. However, Titania Fae quickly wanders off to be social. 

The Fae Queen thrives under such circumstances. She enjoys parties with a passion, especially erotic parties. She is soon surrounded by several wanna be suitors. Playmates who wish her erotic attention. They whisk her off into hidden nooks to delve into carnal pleasures. 

This is displeasing to Augusta Aeries. She isn’t into this type of thing now that marriage promises are to be forthcoming. So between the boredom, displeasure, and her betrothed’s disappearance, Augusta collects a goblet of wine. She figures it may help her to smile. 

She enjoys drinking, politely smiling, and walking through the crowd. Soon, many partygoers are surrounding. She graciously supplies enough interest in chat with each group before excusing herself. But there are a few who insist on heavy flirting and seducing. These attempts to induce pleasure bring instant displeasure. Each one suddenly feels their throats tighten and sensations of nausea. Such ill feelings prompt each of them to excuse themselves. Therefore, Augusta continues wandering through the crowd.