“Mom, shoo! We can handle things. That’s why they invented maids of honor.” “He’s your ex.” “And I’m gay. Who says I can’t have a maid of honor who’s a man?” “Because, technically-” “Mother, please go pester someone else.” The door closed. Footsteps retreated down the hall. “You know, this is a bit weird.” “Babe, you don’t know weird.” Dan gave her a quizzical look. Marsha bent and pulled a box from under the bed, flipped off the lid. Pulled out a pair of white panties. ...
Part One Organising a dark elf wedding was, Eloine decided, just about the worst punishment the goddess of pleasure and pain had ever invented. Oh, there were the whippings and the pincers and the thing with the hot wax in the spider webs, but at least Eloine mostly just had to lay back, relax and enjoy them. Whereas everyone expected her to do just about everything with this wedding. Specifically, Xantha, the second most powerful noble in the dark city of E’ville, expected her to do everything. And after one meeting with the not exactly blushing bride, Eloine had known why all the other priestesses had suddenly looked so busy when the request had come through. ...