The bride and groom were a stunning duo. A picturesque couple. The absolute epitome of beautiful newlyweds.

Her dress was luxurious. A brilliant, but simple white dress that hugged all her curves, it was coated in a spiral of expensive gems from top to bottom, which cast small beams of light across the venue - a former vineyard in the Hurennian countryside - as a reflection of the light she brought to his life. And the groom’s suit? Utterly breathtaking. The fabric was as expensive as money could buy, and the bespoke fit outlined every muscular edge of the tanned young man, his chest pocket adorned with a perfect scarlet rose.

—

And as the wedding celebration wrapped up to a close, Kheile and Serrha Tornevan - the heir to the Sacregalian Banking Guild and his new wife - waved a final, cordial farewell to their guests as they boarded their high-end motor-carriage to depart for their honeymoon.

“Chauffeur.” Serrha addressed the driver dramatically. “Take us to… the location.” She glanced over at her husband and gave a lighthearted laugh.

It was by Serrha’s request that the location of their honeymoon be a secret - not only from the public, which was a given, but from even her husband or his family. Only the select few directly involved could know, and they absolutely could not tell anyone where it was under threat of breaching contract. Kheile, a man possibly too trusting for his position, agreed to his wife’s request, much to the dismay of his keepers, advisors, and friends.

The chauffeur gave a single nod, and with it, the carriage gave a sputter and a crack as its fire-engine burst to life, and they began to roll down the rock-paved roads.

The merry couple made talk as the lush grain fields of southern Hurenn whisked by outside, the greenish-yellow stalks reflecting the sun’s red summer rays.

“Come on, dear! Can’t you please tell me where we’re going!” Kheile finally cracked, an hour into their voyage. “I know you’ve said it’s a secret, but it’s killing me!” He mimed a knife stabbing him in the chest. “You’ve killed your husband, sweetie!” He laid back, limp, one arm hanging out the window, tongue loose from his mouth, before giving a small smile.

“You know it has to be a secret, my love! If it wasn’t, then your family would give us no rest!” Serrha answered back, mildly exasperated.

“But you know how my keepers still don’t trust you! They already have given us no rest.” He replied, exasperated. “Abandoning my arranged marriage to that girl from the banking family over in Liellhen to marry you - a lady of lower-upper class, and no family - has left a sour taste in many of their mouths. It was such a hard sell to get them to agree to making this honeymoon private as well! Couldn’t you please tell me where we’re off to, now that we’re alone?”

“Fine, dear.” She checked her new wristwatch, a recent, and still uncommon item granted to her as a gift by the eldest daughter of the Tornevan family. “It’s half-since the 15th hour anyway. We should be arriving soon.”

Outside the carriage window, the overwhelming fields of grain that had conquered the Hurennian landscape had been slowly replaced by lower, untamed grasses and a rocky soil, one characteristic of Hurenn’s small, coastal neighbor to the south-west - Tarynen.

“I thought I’d take you to see the coast of my homeland.” Serrha finally told him. “There’s a wonderful inn just by the sea that I’ve gone to time and time again, whenever I need to get my mind off of things and such, and I wanted to share it with you. However, despite its quality, it’s still far from known to the eyes and minds of many, and I didn’t want to bring any extra attention to it. I wanted to keep it our little thing, you know?”

“Ah, I see, dear. I’m sorry to have made such a fuss. Why couldn’t you have told me this before, though?”

“The air of mystery makes anticipation so much more delightful, doesn’t it?” She gave one of her beaming smiles that Khelie adored dearly. “And as much as I love you, I couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t run off to one of your friends or advisors and spill the secret… I’m sorry. I hope you love it though.”

—

Not long later, they’d arrived at the inn Serrha’d spoken of. Despite its name as an inn, it was quite nice, and certainly could cater to an upper-class couple like the two. Cozy, yet certainly not cramped, Kheile understood why Serrha had taken such a liking to it. The chauffeur of their motor-carriage helped them unload their luggage, and the inn staff helped them to their room.

The inn itself was decorated quite tastefully, rather unexpected of a place catering to richer folk. Kheile was used to the inns and homes he stayed in while abroad with his family being quite garish - with golden items, rare pelts, and gems strewn about almost haphazardly, giving an image of being too rich to care about interior design. But this? This was nice. Their room had an entire cupboard of high-quality complementary foodstuffs, a small cooking space, a heated shower and wonderful imported tiles in the bathroom, a luxury carpet - likely from Liellhen, considering the pattern and materials - really decadent, rich, gold-lined fabrics for the bed (They did know this was a honeymoon, right? Surely they’d get somewhat dirty), and a large window open to the shoreline.

“Ah, love! Isn’t it wonderful?!” Serrha asked, gazing out the window, breathless from the view. “It’s been but so long since I last laid eyes upon this beautiful shore. Although… its beauty could never compare to your own handsomeness, darling.” She gave a girlish giggle.

Kheile sat on the edge of the bed, now finished with inspecting the inn room, and looked out the window beside his new wife.

“Ah, but sweetie, don’t undersell it.” Kheile softly told her. “To me, it’s an extension of you, after all. It was your choice to be here in your special place in your homeland. Yes, you may be ever prettier to me, but even still, it’s wonderful. Thank you for bringing me here. I love it.”

“Aww, you’re welcome dear. It’s but one thing to see it from the window, but it’s another to experience the beach first-hand. How about it? I packed you a swimming suit, just for this.”

“That sounds wonderful. Let’s. Now, how about I help you out of that dress…”

—

After ending their beach excursion with a peaceful, romantic time watching the sun slowly fall beyond the horizon, the couple found themselves back in their room - damp, and slightly covered in sand.

“Serrha, dear. I think I’m going to shower now - get all this sand off of me, you know?” Kheile informed his wife. “You’d be a welcome guest if you were to come in with me - not that you have to or anything, just a suggestion.”

Serrha gave a knowing, devious smirk. “I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more right now. Please, lead the way.”

As the two entered the bathroom, Kheile suddenly stopped.

“Now, now, dear. How do you expect to get clean when you still have your swimsuit on?” He said, overly playing things up.

“I was going to take it off in a sec-!”

Serrha was cut short as her husband jumped at her, undoing her swimwear, practically ripping it off. She hesitated for a second before her face twisted into the same smirk as earlier, and she pulled down Kheile’s trunks. With both now in the nude, they scrambled into the shower and turned on the water.

“My, my… there’s so much sand on you, love!” Serrha cooed at her husband, sensually rubbing his arm muscles and toned stomach.

“Oh, but it’s just the same for you, sweetie!” Kheile traced his hand across her breast. “Surely you could use a second set of hands to get that all off? I’d gladly oblige if you needed my help.”

By this point, they’d really gotten it all off, but that hardly stopped them, as Serrha looked into Kheile’s eyes and gently nodded. Taking a position behind her, he gently felt her up, starting from her shoulders and slowly working his way down. One hand stopped at her chest, gently playing with her breast - teasing her nipple with his finger. She let out a playful moan. His other hand very lightly brushed against her skin, trailing down her soft tummy until it reached her feminine mound.

“Do you want this, sweetie?” Kheile whispered in her ear, giving it a gentle nibble. “Because if you do, you’ll have to tell me.”

“Please! Play with me! Make me feel so good, dear.”

“Good… just know you’ll have to reciprocate when I’m done.”

He moved his fingers lower, and parted her lower lips. Tracing small circles around her clit, he began to sensually kiss and nibble his wife’s neck. This immediately proved to be good enough for her, and she began to lurch forward in pleasure. Moving his arm from her tit, Kheile braced her, and continued to slowly play with her clit.

After a bit, Serrha pushed his hand lower, to her vaginal opening, quietly moaning “Please finger me”.

First one finger, shortly followed by a second, Kheile finger-fucked his wife. He began by plunging his fingers in and out of her hole, feeling her struggle against his hold as her moans increased in volume and intensity. While it seemed to be effective, he had been with Serrha for long enough to know what she really wanted, and slowed down, slowly pressing and rubbing along the inside of her. With a gentle “Right there.” from her, he knew he found the right spot. Her moans softened in nature, but he was aware she liked this better. She began to grind against his hand as he rubbed her. However, when he started to feel her insides tightening more and more frequently, he quickly pulled his hand out and released his hold on her.

“Uh-uh, dear. Not yet. In fact, I think it’s time you reciprocate. After all, your husband’s cock hasn’t gotten any action yet. Turn around, and let him fuck you.”

She turned around, stammering things like “But I was so close.” and “You could’ve at least let me cum once.”, but was quickly shut up by a direct kiss on the mouth.

Once the kiss broke, she heard “Lift your leg.”, a direct command from Kheile.

Following her husband’s order, Serrha lifted her leg, bracing it with her arm. His cock already erect from his wife’s moans, Kheile didn’t need to worry about getting hard. He rubbed his dick up and down between her lips, eliciting a rather weak moan or two, before he lined up with her hole and thrust in, eliciting a large gasp from Serrha.

As Kheile thrust into his wife, she used her remaining arm to brace herself against him. The two stayed locked together, as each thrust and pump caused a small squeal or squeak to come from Serrha’s mouth.

“Ah, you feel so fucking good, sweetie.” Kheile softly muttered in her ear.

“Same, love.” She said between her involuntary breaths and squeaks. “I love you so much. Please… cum in me. Truly, make me your wife.”

He was weak to her demand, and found the edges of his vision growing faint as he reached his limit. Shortly thereafter, he came, pumping his wife’s pussy full of his love.

—

“Yeah, go on without me!” Serrha told Kheile following their little session in the shower. “I need some time to clean up. You can get the bed ready for actually doing it, okay? Does that sound alright with you?”

“Yes, I think I’d like that, dear. Please, don’t take too long though. You don’t want to keep your man waiting too long, after all.”

She chuckled. “Of course not. But please, I need my privacy.”

After her husband had left, Mrs. Tornevan checked the door to make sure it was locked and secured. Finding it satisfactory, she began to reach to the back of her neck. Sealed with a special adhesive and covered with some makeup, she had found it. Slowly, she peeled away her skin. Starting from her neck, she first went up, peeling off her head and face like a mask - as that’s all it was. Underneath the wet blonde locks of Serrha lay matted, sweaty brown hair atop a small, mousy, almost scared face. It was the first time in months that Ahnje Fajrelin had seen her old self.

An old friend of Kheile’s, the two had met in university. While they had become good friends almost immediately upon meeting in their early mathematics courses, Kheile’s preoccupation with his studies and his arranged marriage had meant that he had little time for such things as a relationship with her, as she had grown to desire, and her more average appearance was unable to overcome her unfortunate position as a younger daughter from a lesser mercantile family. Eventually she had discovered a small set of artisans in Tarynen that specialized in makeup and disguise for the small kingdom’s intelligence department. Asking their help, they had developed a set of garments that could help her become a far prettier woman, one that could hopefully seduce her good friend.

She began to work down from her neck, slowly undoing the tight seal along her back, letting her chest fall forward. As she reached her nether regions, she slowly and delicately pulled out her anal and vaginal sheathes. Built alarmingly thin, yet durable in material, the vaginal sheath had allowed her to feel almost the exact sensation as without it on. Almost. It was enough to work for sex with her boyfriend, now husband, and now she found the sensation of being without it rather odd.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ahnje found it rather disorienting. She was used to the fuller figure of Serrha at this point, and her small, skinny body no longer felt like hers. After all, for basically all intents and purposes, she was Serrha now. Telling herself it was just for a clean-up, she gave her body a quick rinse and her hair a quick wash, before attempting to put on the suit once more.

“Sweetie, are you almost done in there?” Kheile called from the next room.

“Yes, dear!” Ahnje told him. “I’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”