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This is the CONCLUSION of the novel "Empyrian". I'm so happy to share with you the final chapters. Please make sure you've read chapters 1-46 before proceeding because otherwise you'll know how it ends! Go on, back up and start at the beginning like everyone else. Also, please, if you are reading the story, let me know what you think. This work has taken over a year and countless hours to complete. Your feedback is a must! Please, please leave a review so I know if someone is reading! You can find more of my stories here and at deviant art - Alice CHAPTER 47 The Imperial wedding arrived with the winter solstice on December 21st. Preparations seemed to get even more logistically challenging now that the Empress and Archduchess were worldwide celebrities. The incorporation of Elsmere into the Empire was a history-altering event and dominated the global news cycle. Elsmere, for all of its economic and political trouble, still had one of the strongest armies on the globe and Viktoria was now among only a few leaders considered to be the most powerful in the world. With that mantle, she and the Viragonian Empire would have a lot to live up to on the world stage. Viktoria was a wise and cunning leader, as it happened, and the plans and strategies she put into place were sound. Further, her people adored her in a way that most world leaders would envy and she took her position with a sense of duty few monarchs shared. Astrid, for her part, turned out to be a gifted advisor and the two were in lock step in their vision to rule. Once the business with Elsmere was taken care of, all the couple's attention was put toward the wedding. Viktoria was very excited and started to take more and more interest on the details. She and Valencia were thick as thieves in planning the details. Asta, for her part, was enthusiastic but simply did not have the same zeal for the planning as the women who grew up thinking about their weddings did. It was perhaps sexist, she thought, but true. Growing up as a man, she simply had not been socialized to even think about her wedding. Truth be told, she was so out of her depth on the subject she wasn't sure it was worth the effort to invest the time to try to catch up. She was happy that her soon to be wife was forming a sisterly bond with Valencia though and encouraged them to make whatever decisions they wanted. Besides, it was still a very odd thought for Asta to consider being the one to walk down the aisle. She was very eager to wear her gown but, again, had never pictured herself as an actual bride in her own wedding. The whole notion was strange to her. In fact, though she told Viktoria often how excited she was to be her wife, that word sat oddly with her too. There was no real tradition of a hen party in Virago, and anyway, she didn't really have any close friends save Dominique and Valencia. Hanna and Marta maybe but it wasn't really appropriate to go out drinking with them. Plus, the two times Asta had gone out created a pretty big stir with security and paparazzi. In her new role as sovereign and world magazine cover model, there was just no way to keep it low key and Asta was not an attention seeker by nature. And so, Valencia hosted a small gathering with just friends and family in the palace just dinner, drinks, and some late dancing. Asta had crawled into bed with Viktoria a little drunk, snuggled up to her and passed out. The remaining time passed quickly until the date was upon them. As was tradition, Asta spent the night before the wedding away from her fianc?. She shared a room with Valencia in her palace apartment and the two stayed up talking and gossiping. She was actually quite nervous about the royal wedding having only been a woman for less than a year. This was no small chapel service like friends of Andreas had had back in Elsmere. This would be as big as they came. And televised. Globally. And she was to be the main player on stage. There was simply no hiding, no way of downplaying her role, and so she constantly worried she wouldn't look the part or would look unnatural walking down the aisle. Valencia listened to her and sympathized and then told her it would all be fine. It seemed to help but she wanted one more opinion. She reached out to Viktoria. "My love, I know it's late, but I'm nervous." "Oh ch?re, what bothers you?" "The whole world will be watching us tomorrow. I can't bear to think I might let you down and do something un-royal." "You could never disappoint me. You are already one of the bravest, most amazing people I know. You are my equal, if not in title then in every other aspect there is. And you're fierce. You would have killed the man who tried to hurt me last month. Your wisdom and grace are the only reasons he is alive. Now what are you worried about." "I guess I just haven't gotten entirely used to the notion that I'm your bride, that I'm the center of the attention. I'm not a 'center of attention' sort of person. I don't know how to be a bride. I'll look like an imposter!" "Ha! Oh, ch?re, you're not an imposter. You are who you were born to be and that is the woman I've fallen in love with. You just remember, every man in that place tomorrow will want to be with you and every woman will want to be you. "Bride" is just a label, a word we use. Tomorrow, you're just Astrid Wahl taking a stroll down the aisle to her betrothed. No one tells you how to be or think at your wedding without your permission. Besides, with your power, they will think whatever you want them to think." "Ha," she laughed. "You're right. Maybe I just needed a pep talk. I love you with all of my being and I can't wait to be with you tomorrow, as your bride or any other word you want to use." "We are going to have a long and happy life together you and I, ch?re. Now get some sleep. Those cameras will pick up every blemish on your face tomorrow. Good night my love." "Wait...what? Viktoria? What did you say about the cameras? Hello?" ----- The Palace staff awakened them late the next morning with a brunch of sorts, served in their room. Valencia and Asta both put on silk robes and ate. Soon after Hanna floated into the room cheery and excited. There were many things to do today and the earlier they got started the better. She would be doing both Valencia's and Asta's hair and makeup and so she beseeched them to finish their meal so she could take them to her makeshift salon. The two walked out of the apartment and Asta started to feel the Empyrian energy welling in her like it had on the summer solstice. Indeed, tonight would be another magical event. As they walked, Asta reached out her mind to Viktoria and let her know about the energy build up. She was feeling it too but they both agreed they knew how to control its power. Hanna led them through the main part of the Palace to a room that had been converted for the day into a beauty war room. Everything they needed, including their gowns were all there and ready. The women were handed glasses of sparkling wine and the "fun", as Hanna called it, began. First, was an hour-long massage followed by manicures and pedicures. Nails were done in a soft light pink. Next hair was washed, cut and colored. Once set it was washed again, dried and set in loose curls. Today required an ultrafeminine look, one worthy of the history books. As part of her outfit, Asta needed to wear a royal tiara so Hanna backcombed the top of her hair to create a foundation for the tiara to sit around, then did a tiny plait in the middle and sewed it on, making sure it could not fall off during the ceremony. She then moved to the makeup, giving her a simple but sophisticate look: soft smoky eye with pink lips and cheeks. Her mother's diamond stud earrings were the only jewelry. The dress was its own event. By now her mother was there helping Hanna and Valencia. First was the corset. Asta had tried corsets over the preceding months and found that she actually really liked them. She was used to standing straight and at attention from her days in the military. The corset, she felt, just made it easier to do. This corset was in ivory satin and had matching satin ribbons in the back which the women pulled tight around her washboard like abs, giving her an even more pronounced hourglass shape and an incredibly tiny waistline. Stockings were slipped on her feet and the corset's garter straps she slid under her white satin panties and attached to each stocking, one in the front, one in the back and one on each side. She stepped into her ivory satin heels and was ready for the dress. The wedding gown was a high-collared V-neck duchess satin dress with silver and gold embroidery around the edges of its 15-foot train. The skirt was made full through use of a petticoat, which had multiple layers of silk-satin and tulle fabric. The best way to get the garments on was to place the dress onto the petticoat and then step into both, fasten the petticoat and then pull the dress up and close it around the corset she already wore. Hanna was a master and soon was buttoning up the back. There was no exit from this dress once it was in place, Asta noted. She was at the mercy of Valencia or that lady's maids at the palace. She imagined that she was once again Viktoria's prisoner and felt a little twitch in her sex. The dress's sleeves ran down past her wrists to about to her mid-palm. A traditional lace veil was connected to the tiara and the look was complete. The veil symbolized modesty in front of the Empress, the supreme ruler, but it also seemed a particularly feminine thing to her, which she liked. She liked that she would be the embodiment of femininity today. Asta pinched herself again as she looked out through the veil...at herself...in a wedding dress! For as much as she had always liked the feel of being in a dress, she had never considered the feeling of being in an actual wedding dress for her own wedding. That, and the thought of being married to another person was strangely weird. And on top of that, the thought of being married to another person in front of millions of people was even more strange! She was starting to get nervous again. She could feel the Empyrian energy coursing through her and building up, adding to her budding anxiety. She needed to breath and concentrate. She was just about to focus when a strong sense of calm suddenly came over her as though her wish had just come true. Much better, she thought. She took a deep breath and then realized what had happened and smiled. "Thank you Viktoria. How did you know?" "You're welcome, ch?re. I can feel you." The softest white angora wool cape one could imagine was put around her shoulders, connected by a bright gold clasp at the top of her chest. It hung to the floor and could be pulled around her to keep her warm on their short trip to the ceremony against the December cold. Asta inspected Valencia's maid of honor gown. She was a vision and Asta hoped some of the attention would be on her so she could get through the ceremony. Valencia's gown was a simpler version of her own, long and straight following Valencia's lean curves and also sporting a high- collared V-neck. She got her own soft white cape and her hair fell down in soft curls on top of it. Asta clipped the clasp shut for her and turned her toward the mirror where they could each see both of their reflections. Asta looked and felt feminine and gorgeous. She allowed herself just a little bit of pride at how astoundingly good she and her sister looked. It was as if they were blessed by the gods above. "We make quite a pair, if I do say so myself," said Valencia, admiring their combine look. "Thank you for being with me today." "Always," replied Valencia, taking her hand. The ceremony was at the capitol rotunda, a massive stone building, which was a short drive from the palace down the main thoroughfare of the city, at most a ten-minute ride given the streets were closed off for their trip. Catrine was sent ahead in her own car so that she would arrive before the bride and to be seated. Asta wrapped the soft luxurious cape around her and walked out to the waiting limousine. Valencia, holding her own hem, walked around the car and got in the limousine on the far side. The pavement was blessedly dry so the footwomen had no trouble keeping the gown and train clean as they helped Asta into the car. When she sat down into the leather seat, she emitted a small blast of energy. Valencia gave out a small gasp, before breaking into giggles. "We're not doing this again are we?" she said, giving her sister a little grief. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Val. I lost my concentration. It's just like this summer all over again. The closer we get to the solstice the more energy I get." "You might kill us first if the driver has to keep dealing with orgasms the whole way there." "Oh no! I may well bring a capital building full of people to orgasm. How embarrassing would that be?" "Not to worry. Not many people know what you can do so they won't know what it was," she said and giggled some more. When the car arrived at the capital, a small army of footwomen were on hand to help the Duchess out of the limousine. She stepped out onto the long red carpet that was laid for her and let the attendants unpack her dress from the car. As she waited for her sister to come around, she noticed the dozens of cameras now trained on her. The world was watching. She took a breath. Once she was set and with Valencia by her side, she began walking up the stairs and into the front doors, the train unfurling behind her. Marta met the pair just inside the doors in a large atrium just outside the massive rotunda itself. She looked resplendent in traditional gold dragon-scale mail armor; hundreds of shiny triangular metal pieces sewn into a sleeveless mini dress. There was a high collar coming up the base of her neck where the scales stopped, which tapered out to the shoulders. The scale mail descended down her torso and to a slightly flared skirt. Adorning her arms were bracer sleeves, longer than their more functional cousins. They started at the top of her arm and ran down its length until the triangular end touched the back of her hand, a thin chain looped over her middle finger holding it in place. She had on tight black breeches that started under the skirt and ended somewhere in her shining gold scale mail boots. Her now shoulder length hair was pulled back in a spectacular braid that fell past the nape of her neck and over top a deep red cape that fell down her back to just above the floor. As a final touch, on her head was a ceremonial diadem signifying her role as Captain of the Guard. General Skarpsv?rd, with the Empress's blessing, had promoted Marta to this honored position. She looked ready for battle was Asta's first thought. Perhaps there was a winged horse nearby she thought. The honor of walking the Duchess down the aisle was given to General Skarpsv?rd who also met them inside the front door. Catrine had insisted it should not be the mother of the bride who walks her daughter down the aisle and so Alina was proud and honored to bring the young woman to whom she was so devoted to the alter. She wore her full military dinner dress uniform which consisted of a cravat, a smart tailcoat overtop a waistcoat and a straight-line black satin floor length skirt. The ceremony was planned such that the moment they kissed as a married couple would be at exactly 5:19PM, the exact moment of the winter solstice. And so, when it was time, two gold clad Imperial guards opened the double doors in unison. Asta, General of the Army, would be given full ceremonial guard this day. As Captain of the Guard, Marta, with two similarly dressed lieutenants, preceded the bride down the aisle. For the ceremony, the three women held long wooden spears with gold tips in their right hands and a golden shield with the seal of Virago in their left. They moved purposefully down the long aisle and at the dais, the lieutenants split, one heading to the left, the other to the right. Each took a spot at the end of a phalanx of golden scale mail clad guards that stretched around in a semi-circle left to right behind the alter and back to the front. The Captain of the Guard turned and stood at attention in front of the dais looking back down the length of the aisle at her soon to be queen. The massive rotunda, with its ornate stone structures and carvings looked like a massive flower filled cavern to Asta. She had never been in a setting so beautiful. The red carpet ran all the way down the center of the space and up to the rostrum, flanked on either side by row after row of the almost 1,800 in attendance. The wedding march began with music, followed by Valencia entering the rotunda. She was now holding a bouquet of beautiful white flowers in front of her and she took measured, deliberate steps to set the pace. When she got about halfway there, Alina gave Asta's hand a squeeze and they started on their way. The march was slow to allow maximum effect to all those in attendance as well as the millions likely watching from around the world. No less than 10 cameras were in place to capture the event. Asta's train pulled behind her, but she was full of so much energy, she barely noticed it. She was now emitting enough energy that not only was Alina bathed in it, but the first two or three people on either side of her felt a warmth as she walked by. Valencia, once in front of Marta, gave a short curtsy to her and was allowed to pass. She continued up onto the dais, now inhabited by the Priestess of the Empyrian who would oversee the wedding ceremony. A short while later, as they got to the very front, Asta locked eyes on her mother and the two communicate telepathically, sending each other their love. Once at the dais, the General released Astrid's arm, stepped back and gave her a crisp salute. She followed that with a matronly hug and took a place next to Catrine in the front row. Asta turned again and faced Marta. In the ceremony, it was the Captain of the Guard who took measure of all that approached the rostrum. Asta, not yet married to the Empress, thus needed to genuflect to the Captain, showing her respect, in order to be let past. Asta, gave a deep curtsy without letting go of the flowers she still held out in front of her and then returned, standing tall. Marta, performed a crisp about face. Took one step toward the dais, and then a crisp pivot to the right and walked down the side aisle to a large wooden door where she took up a post. Asta walked the remaining distance and took the two steps up to the raised platform with her sister and the priestess. The music for the wedding march concluded and the Imperial Guards around the dais, 40 in all, began tapping their spears on the stone floor. Though each of them only tapped, the resulting sound of 40 guard's spear all at once reverberated through the rotunda, echoing off the stone walls. This was the cue for Viktoria. The large wooden door opened, and a herald walked forth. When she got to her cued spot, the guards held their spears, the echoes of their beat fading as it bounced off the cavernous walls. Shouting to be heard through the rotunda, the herald announced: "Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Viktoria Manuella DeBose Andalusia!" Viktoria emerged from the doorway and began her short walk to the dais. She looked magnificent in a red wool military style peplum jacket, which was perfectly tailored to her torso. Gold buttons ran up the front to a ridged gold collar buttoned at the neck. The jacket was covered at her natural waist by a woven belt with tassels hanging down at her left hip. As she had the night of their engagement party, she wore her imperial sash over her right shoulder, under the epaulette, connecting down at her left hip and wore the Royal Order of Sapphos Cross this time on her right breast to allow the various small medals to adorn her left breast. It's brilliant blue-green colors once again stood out. Specialized chevrons ran up the her forearms alluding to her rank as Commander-in-Chief and the golden coronet on her head that of the Empress. As it was also her wedding she had chosen to wear a full black satin ball skirt with black satin slippers. Marta fell in and walked just a few paces in front of the Empress, setting the pace. She got to a spot in front of the dais, stopped, about faced and gave a crisp salute to the Empress. The Empress nodded and Marta dropped the salute, again about faced and took a spot at the front of the line of Imperial Guards. Viktoria then alit the stairs and took her spot next to her bride, taking Asta's hand as she did. As they touched, a burst of energy shot through the room, this time giving all it touched a sense of warmth, love and joy. The priestess, steeped in Empyrian knowledge and able to commune with it herself, was astonished at the raw Empyrian energy emanating from the couple. Valencia was so bathed in it, standing as close as she was, that she was in a state of bliss. It took the Priestess a moment to find her words but soon she started into the ceremony. The two exchanged vows and at exactly 5:19PM, the priestess pronounced them wedded. As they kissed, both women released their stored up energy in unison; another massive wave of energy was emitted from the couple and all in the rotunda felt their love and could make out the stars of the Empyrian surrounding them on the dais. The couple projected into the Empyrian where they were alone, their astral bodies holding each other just as their physical ones did. "I love you Viktoria." "And I love you, Queen Astrid. We did it!" They held each other a moment more and returned down into themselves, feeling the full flow of the Empyrian flowing through them. The assembled crowd took to their feet and greeted the couple with rousing, joyous applause. Horns were sounded and the royal herald ascended the dais from the wing and announced the couple. "Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Viktoria and her Majesty, Queen Astrid! Long live the Empress, Long live the Queen!" Epilogue The reception was held back at Minnesm?rke Palace and was a party the likes the place had not seen in a very long time. After some time in receiving lines and official picture taking, both royals we alloed to change into more comfortable gowns that they might be able to dance and celebrate in more comfortably. Much later that evening, the two found their way, finally, up to the royal apartment where they were met by their respective Lady's maids who helped them out of their dresses as second time. They had each chosen and wrapped a bridal lingerie item for the other and the lady's maid handed them each a box. They each donned the item in the box and bidding the maid's good night, returned to the bedroom. Viktoria was wearing a long silver silk-satin negligee. In the front, a hand-sewn gold embroidery elegantly framed the neckline and descended into a seductive V at the back. Suspended from two elegant straps, the negligee gave her long body definition and was punctuated by a high cut slit mid-thigh. Asta figured it would allow her easy access when she had it made. For her gift, Viktoria discarded traditional bridal white and got Asta a pink bodysuit in stretch silk satin embellished with black floral motifs embroidered on tulle. The plunge neckline showed off her amazing chest, and the back was an unusual ultra-light stretch tulle helping give the entire garment an impossibly elegant and fragile quality. "This is the part I've been waiting for," said Viktoria admiring her bride. "Mrs. Andalusia!" The words hung pleasantly in the air as Asta heard her new name. "Anyway, I just couldn't do anymore white today, I hope you don't mind." "Not at all, my love. Your negligee is going to look lovely in a pile on the floor when I'm done with it." "Promise?" she asked pulling Asta into her arms. Asta reached up and put her arms around her wife's neck and kissed her fully and deeply. "I promise, but not too fast! I like seeing you at your sexy best." Viktoria gave her bride a pirouette that she could see her fully in her neglig?e, which Asta let her know was well received. She then turned on some music and the two embraced and kissed. They danced some more and held each other, letting their bodies feel each other through the sensuous fabrics. Finally, Asta pulled away from Viktoria. "Now that I am your Queen, you'll give me anything I want, right?" "Of course, ch?re. What can I give you to please you?" Asta reached down sliding her hand through the slit in the negligee and between Viktoria's legs to her exposed sex. "I want your cock inside me again," she said lasciviously. Using her thoughts she had a cock sprout from Viktoria's loins complete with scrotum. "Oh..." she said startled at first. She pulled the slit of her negligee aside and looked at the manhood now hanging between her legs. "I believe I can give my bride her wish on her wedding night. But just remember, turnaround is fair play," she said with a wicked smile. Viktoria reached down and picked Asta up and carried her to the bed. She lay her down and unsnapped the bodysuit at her crotch then climbed on top of her. Asta grabbed the cock and in a moment willed it to be hard. She pulled her lover to her yearning wet vagina and slid her in. "Hold me down and fuck me, Viktoria, like you did. I want to feel my wife deep inside of me. Hmmm, that's it," Asta said as Viktoria started to pump slowly in and out of Asta's moist folds. "You're mine now," she breathed at Astris. "I'm going to fuck you until your pussy aches and then I'm going to cum inside you." Viktoria said, knowing what she liked. She grabbed each of Asta's wrists and pinned them to the bed. Asta moaned and spread her legs even wider, giving Viktoria maximum access to her sex. Asta wasn't sure why, but there was something just too erotic about her lover holding her down and having her way with her. She was so wet she was almost worried Viktoria wouldn't be able to feel anything. She came almost immediately, which just made her even more wet. Soon she was yelling out for Viktoria to fuck her harder and faster. She loved how Viktoria's loins slammed into her and pushed up and back on the bed. She loved being penetrated like this so much that she didn't use any of her powers to help Viktoria reach climax. It could last all night as far as she was concerned. Soon Viktoria did climax, and only then did Asta send her energies to her. The combination of natural orgasm and Asta's powers made her scream out, her ejaculation shooting deep into Asta, who herself cried out in orgasm. Viktoria pumped all of her seed into her wanting womb and watched as the telltale signs of their Tor came to her in the form of dancing stars. Something was different about these stars. Neither mentioned it to the other but they each noted a different aspect to the Empyrian energies floating and dancing around them. After a few moments, the lights faded away again and, fully spent, Viktoria lay motionless on top of Asta. The two sat there swimming in each other's after glow until Viktoria slid off to the side. "God, I love having your cock in me. I still can't believe it, but it is one of the best things I can even imagine," she said softly to Viktoria, kissing her. "I know exactly what you mean, ch?re." Viktoria, now lying on her back, reached down to Asta's sex and, using her own Empyrian powers, brought forth a set of male genitalia for Asta. She whelped as the tackle grew from her loins just ahead of her pussy, still hot with sex. It was still a strange feeling but exhilarating also. "As I said, turn around is fair play. Why don't you give me a refresher course on how to use that thing. I still have so much to learn," said Viktoria sexily. Asta reversed what she had done earlier, taking away Viktoria's male appendage so that she could better access her wife's pussy. She got on top and felt her cock engorge with blood and stand erect. She stimulated her lover to make sure she was ready and then had her guide the dick in between her loins. Over the better course of an hour they explored different positions. Asta was a generous lover and let her wife climax more than half a dozen times naturally before taking her from behind. Viktoria, on her knees, spread her thighs wide and arched her back and begged for Asta to pump harder. At the moment of climax, Asta grabbed her lover's hips and pulled her into her body, ramming her phallus in as far as it would go before exploding into her, spasmodically pumping her seed deep into Viktoria. Soon, as before, the stars formed around them. Again, there was something different. Asta took closer note this time. The energy was around them as they were accustomed to, but it was as though it was at a slightly different frequency. The stars they normally saw where more animated in a way, almost jumping around instead of lightly floating. Asta projected herself into the Empyrian and called Viktoria who appeared a moment later. "Do you see the difference, my love? What do you make of it?" "I can't say, ch?re, it's a subtle difference but I noticed it too. I've not seen the Empyrian act quite like this before. Perhaps now that we are bonded it is giving us a new aspect." "It is still beautiful. I never tire of being here with you." "Nor I, you." ------ Asta awoke that next morning to an odd feeling. It was a sort of warmth that emanated from her lower belly. It wasn't exactly startling, but it was pronounced enough to wake her up. She put her hand to her belly, wondering at first if Viktoria had put something warm against her skin. Viktoria was no longer in the bed. Asta sat up, the warm feeling seemed to gently pulse a few times and then receded back into nothing, gone. She was used to having new feelings, menstrual cramps being a good example, but this was new. She looked around the room, squinting at the light coming in through the drawn shades but did not see Viktoria. A robe lay across the end of the bed, so she got up, donned it and headed to the bathroom. She turned the corner and saw Viktoria standing at a full-length mirror nude, hand to her taught stomach. She was rubbing it a bit like Asta had. "Weird warm feeling in your belly?" Asta called out. "Exactly, how did you know?" "I just had the same feeling. Sort of pulsed a few times then faded away. You?" "Exactly the same thing." "What do you reckon it is?" Asta asked, walking over to the sink and preparing to brush her teeth. "Couldn't say exactly, though I have suspicion." "Oh, and what is that?" she asked, now working the toothbrush back and forth across her molars. Viktoria paused for a while then turned to Asta. "I suspect that is the feeling you and I get when we become pregnant." Asta stopped brushing and almost dropped the toothbrush. She spit the foamy toothpaste out of her mouth. "Wait. What?!" Viktoria smiled, satisfied with the shock value her words had delivered. "I said," she continued, walking over to Asta and enveloping her in her long arms, "I think that is the feeling we get in the moments when we become pregnant." Viktoria let the words sit as the two made eye contact in the mirror. "Holy shit...seriously?" "Yes, ch?re. We'll need to see in the coming weeks, but I suspect I'm right." "But...but..." she stuttered then spit out the remaining toothpaste. "We need to go see the doctor or something right? How do you know? This can't be right you don't feel that moment...do you?" Asta asked, mind whirling. "Stop, ch?re," Viktoria said, petting her wife's hair gently. "Close your eyes. Feel what the Empyrian is telling you." Asta closed her eyes, toothpaste still slowly working its way down her chin. She searched her body and consciousness as she had learned to do over these last six months and discovered that she felt it too. Viktoria was right. The warmth she felt in her womb was the spark of life. She opened her eyes and looked back at Viktoria. "You too?" "Me too," she said nodding and smiling. "Holy shit..." Find more of my stories at https://www.deviantart.com/aliceduffield