Note: Weird monster-on-guy love.  Imagine the Wedding Dress Org citing prima nocta. You wi

Note:Weird monster-on-guy love. 

Imagine the Wedding Dress Org citing prima nocta. 

You winced as your wife’s horrified expression turned blank. She was once again a mannequin, thanks to the Wedding Dress Org. Who you thought had been defeated by the Rangers. The dollified bride’s sobs were soon replaced by protests when the Org’s palm refamiliarized itself with your crotch. 

“So glad I could catch you in the honeymoon suite before the deflowering.” 

You opened your mouth to retort, but your admirer’s fingers stuffed themselves inside. You daren’t move, lest you be scratched. 

How many grooms has she done this to?

The idea you may be the first of many made you shudder. There was nothing to do but give in. Again. 

“Don’t fret, darling,” Wedding Dress Org cooed as you glumly kneeled, preparing your lips to be engulfed by her fanged mouth. “You’ll get to enjoy newlywed sex once I’m finished with you.”