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A Long-Awaited Marriage

Chapter 3: Editing the Video

For Taiko

By Draconicon

It was rare for his editing skills to be appreciated enough for people to hire him. Keremy was grateful to the lucky couple for giving him a job, but as the orca looked at the sheer wealth of files and data that he had to go through, he wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. There were gigabytes upon gigabytes of data to watch, to edit down, and chuck out.

The fact that it was something of a rush job made it all the more stressful, knowing that he had to get it done within a couple of days for when the happy couple returned from their honeymoon. He wanted to, but -

Breathe...in...out...

The thought didn't sound like his own thoughts usually did, but he'd taken it on as just one of those things that happened living near Novus Ager. Sometimes, these things just moved in, and you dealt with them until they were bored or you got used to them. One way or another, it always worked out in the end.

The chubby orca tapped a couple of keys, playing the next file.

Keremy leaned back in his chair as the setting played out. It was quite the lovely location, he had to admit. It was some place called Aparajita, though he had no idea where that actually was. Somewhere off in the east, around Thailand or something. Or something like that. He was very vague on geography, and nobody told him much about it.

But the sight of so many servants around - and they had to be servants, dressed that scantily, that revealingly - was a hell of a thing. The orca blushed as he watched swishy men move from one person to another in the standing crowd, offering them drinks, submitting to being touched. He saw soldiers that were barechested and barefoot, standing guard over the couple and the guests at the party.

And more than anything else, he saw that both Darl and Sam were rather...under-dressed.

Though Keremy wasn't sure if it was a custom in this Aparajita or someone had just gotten Sam and Darl to perv up a little bit, the pair of them were bare-chested at the altar, and their pants were right on the edge of being see-through. Darl's package was basically right out in the open, the pants so tight that they might as well have been painted on, and from the side, it was impossible to miss Sam's rump.

His cock twitched a bit as he considered zooming in on those assets in the editing, just to give the married couple a bit of a tease, but he held back. That would be a bit rude, and he was being paid for this, after all.

It was surprising to see Sam being unbothered by it, though. Keremy leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. That was at least half because he didn't want to start jerking off to the anole's lovely rump, but also because it was a bit weird.

He's never been this calm in front of other people before. Even when I'm spying - I mean, observing them...

His cheeks burned with a bit of shame as he remembered how long it had been since he'd gotten his usual show at the window. They'd been away for a while, and his vault of recordings was getting a little stale.

But regardless, it was still the truth. Sam didn't tend to get that comfortable with being seen. More than once, his recordings had been cut short because the anole had noticed that the windows or curtains were open, and had insisted that Darl shut them tight. Seeing him like this, half-naked and with the rest of his body almost forcibly pushed on display, and still actually comfortable about it...

It was almost like some of their days at work, when they were not quite themselves.

Well, if anything actually happened to them, I'll see it on the rest of the recording. Maybe they'll even reward me if I tell them...

The thought of being allowed to be up close to the married couple, seeing what they were doing in better detail than his cameras could ever capture, faded quickly as he realized how telling them they'd been controlled would ruin their special day. He sighed, shaking his head as he had the video play on.

This particular recording pulled back down the aisle, showing the massive crowd of people that were there to watch the special day with the lion and anole. Many of them were elephants, guards that were part of the royal entourage that was hosting the whole thing, but he recognized a few locals, as well. Well, locals and people that had moved into Novus Ager for short times.

There was a polar bear that had been part of the university staff for a time. Some sort of gym teacher that came down to the café for lunch every weekend, and never seemed to get the idea of personal space. Olag, he thought the name was. The guy always brought a 'little buddy' to the café if he could get away with it, but that hadn't happened for a while.

Then there was a snow leopard that had shown up, someone that had a black human at his side. They were stiff and a bit less happy looking, but they were still there. Didn't know who they were, but Keremy did have a feeling that those eyes of the snow leopard were better off avoided.

Then there were the other employees of the Feline Divine. They were gathered off on one side of the crowd, sticking together in the foreign climate, sticking to themselves.

Off to another side, there was a couple of mongooses, each one wearing some sort of crown. He gathered that they were the royal family that was footing the bill for the wedding.

Wonder how those two managed to get that kind of luck...

Maybe they'd share the story of how they knew one of the princes when they got back. Maybe they'd share how to get in touch and maybe have a little fun himself...maybe...

Maybe you could go there, and invite them back here. I'm sure that there's plenty of favors that you could offer them...

Once again, it was that weird other voice. He didn't think about it too much. It was just sort of there, and it wasn't like it was causing him any problems. Not to mention...mmmph...

He swore that there was a tingle running through his cock as he heard it speak to him, something that left him smiling for a moment before he shook his head and pushed on with the recording.

A priest - another mongoose - came to the front of the crowd. He was some sort of white-robed official, but he didn't carry any symbols of office. There was no cross, no moon, no sign of any religion that Keremy was aware of. Probably for the best. He doubted that Sam and Darl wanted to be wed under any of those guys.

The mongoose, slightly chubby himself, looked back and forth before beginning his speech.

"We are gathered here today, not to join this lion and this anole in marriage, but to celebrate the union that has existed between them for years before this day. Nurtured in their love for each other, in the warmth of their friends, their relationship has blossomed into something truly wonderful, a bond that will last between them from now until the last day, and beyond.

"Let us speak not of their vows, for their vows have been made years ago, in their hearts of hearts. Let us speak not of their new relationship, for all we are doing is making it official.

"Instead, let us speak of celebration. Let us cheer, let us sing, let us dance in joy that Sam and Darl can finally have the names for each other that they've wanted for so long. Let us scream in joy as they call each other, for the first time..."

"My husband," Sam and Darl said at the same time.

The crowd cheered, and Keremy admitted that he was tempted to do the same. It just felt right to have it said that way, considering how long he'd known them. They'd never felt anything but married to him, and it felt right that the ceremony didn't insist that they'd needed to have it to be together. This was...well, like the mongoose said, it was just making it official so that nobody else could doubt it.

He smiled as the cheering on the video slowly subsided, the lion and the anole leaning in to look one another in the eye. They cupped each other's cheeks, then rested their foreheads against one another.

Whatever they were saying together would be on another recording, but this one lacked it. Probably because it was so far back, and because Sam and Darl were whispering to each other. From what he'd heard from the other guests, they had been very quiet during this part, saying things that only one another could hear. It was a good thing that they had both been mic'ed up, otherwise their words would have been lost to the ages.

He shook his head, smiling happily for them as he ended the recording. He noted the best time stamps from it, made sure to log where the speech from the officiant was - that was probably the best recording of it, as it was the official one - and moved on to a recording further on in the ceremony.

"Hooooly..."

The video opened up with a shot of Sam's ass, and those pants definitely looked tighter than they had been. And it wasn't Darl's hand on it, either, but rather a mongoose's.

He blushed as he saw big, thick fingers fondling the anole's rump, rolling those cheeks back and forth in those tight pants. The camera zoomed back, probably a cell phone recording, and he got a view of a tall, muscular mongoose. A bit of an older one, for sure, probably in his late forties, but the guy was like a brick house compared to the other, skinnier guys from the family.

"You have a thing for big guys, huh?" the mongoose asked.

"Mmm...I can't say I don't..."

"You're married and already hitting on other men?"

"What can I say? I feel more...free today..."

The mature mongoose smiled, gently pulling the anole in closer. There was a certain amount of grinding going on, just enough to show a thicker rod in the mongoose's pants, but then the camera was turned around.

Keremy didn't even have the chance to catch his breath before the screen filled with Darl getting a similar treatment, though he was getting it from a snow leopard. The orca's eyes went wide as he watched the dispassionate way that the snow leopard in a white suit pulled the smaller feline in tight, staring into his eyes.

It wasn't so lustful, that one, but rather a whispering domination that held the lion in thrall. Darl was almost drooling as the pair of them stared at one another, the snow leopard whispering something. He leaned in, trying to hear it.

"...talk about your marketing strategies. You will require some capital, and I will come by to deliver it. In exchange, you and Sam will deliver -"

"Sir," the dark human who'd come with the snow leopard said. "You are being recorded."

"Am I?"

The snow leopard turned, and the dark eyes that had been fixed on Darl stared into the lens of the camera. There was a moment of silence, and then Keremy blinked.

"Did I..."

He stared at the screen again. He could have sworn that he had seen Darl hypnotized and molested, but there was nothing of the sort now. He shook his head; it must have been his imagination.

How many times have you thought that?

The voice in his head seemed almost amused, though he didn't let himself pay much attention to it this time. After all, he had a lot of work to get through, and only a limited time in which to do it.

Fighting off another pleasant tingle down below, he sorted through a number of teasing, playful moments with the recordings. There were endless moments when one or the other of the married couple was getting teased and fondled, stroked and nudged by their various guests. There were times when Darl got a little flirtatious with one of the staff members from the café, even getting amorous enough to grope one of them and himself.

But it was strangely fascinating to watch when Sam did the same thing to the other, foreign guys there. It wasn't like he was being a cheat right off the bat, but rather that he seemed to be experimenting. Like...like he knew that he was married, but had the confidence to do other things now.

Weird.

Hypnosis, the other voice said.

Even with the near-confirmation that the other voice was not one of his thoughts, the orca ignored the implications. After all, he wasn't getting bothered by it, and it might actually be helpful.

He sorted all the naughty recordings that he found off to the side, not wanting to make that part of the official wedding tape that he'd need to distribute later. No, better to keep that off to the side, for himself...and maybe a few others that might like to see the sort of things that Darl and Sam got up to...

Heh, the way that Sam's acting, maybe he'll want to see himself...

It was a long shot, but it was possible, considering the way that the anole was putting himself out there. He chuckled, shaking his head.

The next recording was of the dance at the wedding, and he was looking forward to seeing that. He had heard that Gus - that rascal of a lion - and Thimas had gone there to perform, and he knew that the pair of them were as competitive as they came. If they were the ones playing for the dances, then it would be amped up to an eleven.

Not that one would guess it from the first dance. It was a slow one, probably conducted by the badger in the background, and it showed Sam and Darl in one another's arms, dancing slowly, waving from side to side, gradually circling one another as they moved across the dance floor.

It was a picture of romance, and the fact that they were still half-naked only made it better. They were pressed tight to one another, kissing each other's necks from time to time, and when they weren't completely lovey-dovey about it, they were just quietly rotating in place.

It was...nice. Not sexy, but nice, and sometimes that was better.

As the song gradually sped up, hitting a sort of crescendo as it did, the two lovers seemed to press all the tighter to one another, moving in a grinding, sliding motion that was definitely pressing their crotches together more than was technically needed. The lion and anole were groaning, their faces twisted in bits of pleasure as they played with each other on the dance floor, their hands moving from their shoulders and sides down to their waists and hips.

The circling stopped, the dry-humping began, and it was only pure luck that they didn't topple over. They were moving in sync with one another, Darl lifting Sam, Sam jumping into his arms. The lion carried the anole along his waist, and the obvious bulge of Darl's cock throbbed and pressed tight against Sam's nearly-naked ass.

They were grinding and humping away by the time that the song came to an end, and it was only when the music stopped that they seemed to come out of it a little bit. They blinked, turned, stared at the crowd and the camera.

Keremy groaned under his breath, imagining what it would have been to be there during that little show. The idea of having his hands on either of them would have been amazing, but the fact that he could have seen that in person...

His cock throbbed hard in his pants, begging for some attention, but he managed to ignore it for now. He was panting, shivering, partially from the show, partially because he knew that it wasn't over yet.

Suddenly, the classical music was overtaken with a sudden guitar slam, the strumming strings filling the air. Sam and Darl went blank-eyed, the pair of them suddenly pulling apart. They remained connected with one arm, gripping each other at the wrist, only to spin in to one another again.

They bumped crotches, only to grin at one another and split once more. As they spun, they grabbed hold of their pants, pulling forward -

RIIIIP!

"Holy fuck..."

Keremy's voice was a whimper compared to the thud thud thud that was the metal music in the background, but his eyes were all on the naked grooms. They were showing off everything that they had to offer, thrusting their hips towards each other as they dance-hopped into contact again. Hot pussy and throbbing dick met each other, and they almost started fucking right then and there on the dance floor.

Only a sudden change in music pulled them apart, but they were constantly moving in and out of each other's reach, their bodies moving as if possessed by the music that filled the air.

Probably because they are. Those two...

The other voice sounded like it was both resigned and amused. Keremy barely listened. He wanted to touch himself, wanted to jerk off to this show, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was like his non-editing hand was completely pinned down, held against his side. He didn't know why, and he didn't know why it didn't bother him, either.

He stared at the screen, almost drooling as the married pair came together again. Sam leaped forward, lifting one leg up and around Darl's hips, and Darl's cock slid right in.

The pair of them moaned on the dance floor, their heads rolling back as they were so intimate with each other. They humped, they ground, they made a spectacle of themselves that would have been more at home in a strip club or sex joint than on the dance floor of some foreign country.

And then, the song ended. Sam and Darl panted in each other's arms, their awareness coming back in fits and bursts. Their cheeks started to burn -

Only to fade as the sudden shriek of a violin cut through the air. They parted, standing stern and imperious, looking at one another with great dignity, despite the dripping dick and slit between their legs.

As the violin evolved into a tango, they stalked one another, moving in exaggerated, elegant motions, as if they were hunting their partner for the night. Darl would sweep forward, almost grabbing Sam, only for the anole to slip away, just out of reach, taunting his partner with a sway of his rump and a teasing finger down below.

The dance evolved, the pair of them in a hunt, and Keremy noticed that they weren't the only ones. Though the recording followed them, the rest of the party was in a similar situation, chasing each other, hunting one another, going for the 'kill' that would give them the greatest pleasure.

The tango stopped before it reached its peak, the dancing pair suddenly caught in the throes of a metal guitar solo. The violin fell back momentarily, only to scream back up to its full height.

What the hell is going on?!

As the dance floor gradually deviated towards an orgy pile, the camera turned towards the sound stage. Whoever was filming the whole thing caught sight of Thimas and Gus, the pair of musicians circling each other with guitar and violin at the ready, strumming and playing with elegance and precision, the pair of them.

They weren't saying anything, but he could see the rivalry in their eyes, the way that they were constantly pushing each other, trying to find a one-up to get around the music of their opponent, to take control of the dance floor again.

Chaos reigned, and even Keremy was affected by it, fighting the urge to get up and dance, to throw himself into the game and the play that the rest of the group was going through. He wanted to feel the earth beneath his feet, to feel his body in motion, to throw himself into the beat, and only the feeling of something tight around his middle kept him from doing just that.

Even the whispering other thoughts in his head was barely enough to keep him grounded as he listened to the hissing sound.

Just let it go. They'll be done soon, and you have a job to do.

A job that he didn't care about right at that moment, but it was right.

Finally, when everyone in the room seemed about to lose themselves to the carnal pleasures wrought by the music, someone finally intervened. One of the dancing mongooses managed to pull on a rope in the corner of the room, and managed to summon security. Four blow darts were launched from those that ran in, and Thimas and Gus hit the floor, badger and lion both sporting tranquilizer darts in their rumps.

The sudden cessation of music nearly left him breathless, and he gasped for air as he watched the scene. There were blushing folks on both sides of the aisle, and they hurriedly tried to find scraps of clothes that they had tossed to the sides. Keremy couldn't blame them. He had been in a similar situation before, and he knew how embarrassing it was to come out of something like that.

Was at the Feline Divine, too, now that I think about it...

He felt like he wasn't allowed to think about it for long, though, his attention brought back to the screen and his editing. He felt like that particular scene would probably need to be shunted off to the side. Like, completely. There wasn't anyone that needed to see something like that, let alone put it on the official one for everyone to see.

What's left? We had the vows, the dance...right, the gifts.

Finding the appropriate files, the orca looked over the guest list, made a list of those that needed to see their gifts being opened, and then started it playing.

It must have been some time later, he supposed, since everyone had normal clothes on. They were also somewhere different, no longer in the wedding and reception hall. It looked like some sort of great hall. Almost -

Are those...thrones?

Wondering just how the pair had managed to get into what looked like a royal palace, Keremy forced himself to look at the pile of gifts that they'd gotten. It was a large cluster of presents, some of them represented by envelopes, others by actual packages, but there were a great many. Probably enough to fill the entirety of the Feline Divine's front room, if they used it for storage.

It was clear that the lion and the anole were overwhelmed by it, though Keremy imagined that some of it was down to the fact that they were still a bit embarrassed by the fact that they'd had a public fuck. They looked like they were getting over it pretty quickly, though.

"Thank you, everyone," Darl said to the camera. "I...honestly can't thank you enough for everything here. I don't know how we managed to meet all of you, or how you think we deserve it all, but...thank you."

"Same from me," Sam muttered, though he didn't look down the way that he usually did. "You guys...you're amazing."

There was a general rumble from the crowd. Keremy smiled, wishing that he had been able to send something, but money had been tight. This particular project was going to be what paid his rent for the month, and he needed to make sure that he did it right.

As the lucky couple started to go through their goods, he leaned in, wanting to make sure that he caught every last gift...

Treble shook his head at the intense focus that the orca had for his project. It had been rather easy to get in his head, but very hard to stay in there once he had weaseled his way in.

Who would have thought that someone so...perverted...would be so hard to control?

The naga shook his head, putting it to the side. The fact that this Keremy was a bit hard to hold onto was something that he'd investigate more later. For now, he had a body to enjoy and a project to think about.

As he trailed his fingers along the orca's body, savoring the feeling of the smooth, almost slippery flesh, he imagined what he would do if he could get access to Aparajita without immediately coming under the royal family's watchful eye. There weren't many mongooses around Novus Ager, and it was a rare treat for a naga to get the chance to enjoy one. He had heard many rumors about some of them, particularly one of their princes, and he would love the chance to find out how true they were.

Being the guest of someone that was trusted over there would go a long way to giving him the freedom to operate, to help some new people, to enjoy the rewards of doing so. And if Sam and Darl were trusted over there...

He let the thought linger in the back of his head. He had no plans as of yet, and he didn't have any malicious intent to do anything to anybody over there. But the idea of trying a new location...

It was tempting. Nearly as tempting as this orca had been.

He wrapped his coils around Keremy's legs a bit tighter, making sure to keep the length of his tail wrapped around the orca's ankles. He knew that if the legs ever got more than half-free, it would be a pain and a half to properly wrap them back up again, particularly if the orca managed to wake up from his trance.

Speaking of -

"Focus on the gifts. Focus on them, not the lion or the anole," the naga whispered to his captive. "Focus on getting it all captured so that you can finish this project. You can get off to it later. Later. Later."

It was a constant fight against the orca's own perversions. Every so often, he had to restrain both arms for a while, letting Keremy's boner go back down enough for them to actually continue with the work. The fact that he had to fight someone's libido so much rather than actually raise it to make them do what he wanted was a new experience, and one that he wasn't entirely fond of.

It had its perks, though. The big guy was more than willing to go along with the bondage chair idea, though Treble knew that the orca didn't know he was wrapped up by a snake at that point. He probably thought that he was leaning back in a comfortable armchair, or in an office chair.

The naga reached around, shaking his head as he trailed a finger up the orca's thigh, rubbing near his balls. They were so heavy and full, probably as a result of focusing on the perverted recordings for as long as he had been. Keremy would need a full emptying when they were done...

But only when they were done.

And this is why they can still call me a hero, the naga thought as he looked over the orca's shoulder, watching as the embarrassed lion and anole opened a box to find a giant set of dildos and cock sheaths waiting for them. I'm helping him finish his project before making him do what I want...A villain would already be fucking him.

Of course, a hero wouldn't normally be waiting to fuck a civilian, but he put that inconvenient detail to the side. He was still a good naga. Just...not as good as some of the really good ones.

Treble perched himself on top of the orca's shoulders, resting his chin on top of Keremy's head. He lazily let his tongue loll from his mouth, swaying from side to side before he pulled it back in.

"Such musk, yet no climaxes...you are an orca of mystery, at times..."

The room smelled-tasted like a teenager's one, where the occupant spent more time than was seemly getting off. Yet, at the same time, he knew that the place was clean, kept that way with strenuous work and harsh chemicals. It was a strange dichotomy.

Shaking his head in impatience, he looked at the recording again. The view had shifted from the married couple to some of the guests, panning over them. He didn't recognize most of them, but there were a few that he did.

Bwhoom, for one. The humpback whale had gotten invited to the ceremony, probably after he had worked with several friends of the couple with therapy. Seeing the humpback passing out business cards to several of the wedding attendees, he couldn't help but shake his head as he remembered how helpful the older guy liked to be.

It was Thimas, however, that concerned him.

The badger had recovered from the tranquilizer shot to the rump, and he was staring right at the camera, almost as if he knew that Treble was watching. The naga knew that was his own imagination, that there was no way that the older badger would know that an old teammate was watching a perverted wedding recording right then, but the stare still sent a little chill down his spine.

After all, Thimas was close to these people. Keremy, less so, but he knew the badger had served as a teacher at the college the orca attended. There was every possibility that Thimas would step in if he heard what was going on.

I'll just have to be done before he knows what I was doing...

He stroked his hand up along Keremy's thighs again, giving him another teasing squeeze of the sack, before vocalizing softly. As soon as he was warmed up, he sang.

"_Surrender your thoughts, surrender your mind

Follow your task, forgetting all else

Lose yourself, and then become mine

Losing all sense of yourself..._ "

It was a simple little song, one that all nagas understood the principle of, at least. The idea of calling to the mind of another, nudging them to slowly drift down, to give up who they were, what they wanted, and take up the needs of the naga calling to them. Most of his species did it with their eyes, but he'd never gotten the trick of that.

He'd never needed to. His voice was more than enough.

As Keremy focused more and more on the shifting images and sounds in front of him, the orca's body relaxed further and further, drawn deeper into the embrace of the naga. Treble smiled, dragging his fingers up and down the orca's body, savoring the feeling of the big male submitting to him.

It was hardly a cruel thing, as some might think. Treble had no need to own the people that he hypnotized. It was more a way of playing with them, of taking a little payment for his services.

Of course, sometimes it was merely a prepayment for services that would come in the future - or never - but he did try and pay them off.

"Relax...focus, but relax..."

Soon, the orca would be done with editing the wedding video. Soon, he would be able to have his fun.

Soon.

The End