Langwen the Wood Elf couldn't even believe that it was less than a day after she had accepted her Nord lover Darena's marriage proposal. But it was and the two of them had been married. Anyone with eyes to see, a nd a heart and soul to feel could tell how happy they ere and how much they actually loved and adored one another.

Now that they were married it was time for the wedding feast, and what a wedding feast it was. It began with seemingly endless cauldrons of fresh steaming soups: potato soups, tomato soups, vegetable soups and for the main course it was just meat, meat and more meat. A massive roast boar stuffed with venison, plums, apples and snowberries and then followed by rabbit, pheasant, chicken, roast pork and sucking piglets. For drinks to wash down all that rich food there was Colovian Brandy, Surilie Brothers wines, Tamika wine, ales, beers and the finest meads and strongest spirits that the Nords could produce. With their stomachs full and the guests singing happily in song...if slurring a little bit, Darena's father Herleif decided now was the perfect time to unveil the gifts that he had made for his daughter and new daughter-in-law. First off there were the weapons themselves: a massive steel battle-axe for Langwen and steel claymore or greatsword for his daughter Darena.

Not just any weapons gentle readers...but weapons made from Skyforge steel at the Skyforge in Whiterun...and of course massively enchanted by the mages here at the Arcane University. Like all things made by the Nords, no detail was left out. The battle-axe had Langwen's name carved with Nordic runes into the haft and the blades themselves had the finely-detailed carving of a wolf, a symbol of power and unity to the Nord people. Darena's greatsword had her name engraved on it and also had the faces of wolves in the handle guards and the intricate symbol of a roaring bear's head where the pommel should be. Say what you will about the Nords, their weapons leave nothing to the imagination...and they leave no surface bland or uncarved. The weapons were heavily enchanted the battle-axe with the power to cause horrible lightning burns, electrocuting and Magicka damage and the greatsword could burn with divine fire anything it sliced. And Skyforge steel, as the Nords knew could slice open anything they hit, even severely damage Daedric armor. Langwen's father Archanar gave his daughter and new daughter in-law a set of matching novice robes and hood and a set of blue mage robes, the kind worn by mages at the court of the local city nobility and when they needed to travel without attracting attention to their high rank. The newlyweds also got steel plated and Nordic steel cuffed boots and gauntlets, which were enchanted to enhance their combat and magical prowess, making Langwen and Darena a lethal couple indeed, a perfect combination of arcane scholar and warriors.

The rich food and strong drink really did take a toll and so Langwen and Darena excused themselves from the table and decided to retire early, before too much food...and too much drink made them incapable of consummating their wedding. Once back in the Archmage's chamber, Langwen was pleased to see the beautiful High Elf/Altmer Carahil, her golden skin and fierce reddish hair glowing.

"-Arch-mage Langwen, my Lady Darena, congratulations to the both of you. you told me to come by as soon as I have prepared the Edict against Necromancy for your signature and it is ready now." Carahil said as she handed Langwen the scroll to read. Langwen sat down at the table as Darena went to the armoire and started taking off her wedding dress before heading down to the baths and steam rooms to sober up. Her Elven eyes scanned the document carefully making sure that all the punishments were laid out clearly, simply, precisely and concisely so that everyone would understand necromancy would not be tolerated any longer. The Knights of the Lamp, the Fighters Guild and the Battle-Mages of the Imperial Legion were already hard at work, placing the severed heads of necromancers on spikes as a warning to all others. Taking a quill and dipping it in crimson ink, Langwen signed the decree with a righteous satisfaction.

"-Carahil, make sure the decree is distributed to all guild halls and that all executions of necromancers are public events. EVERYONE must attend, from the Counts, Jarls on down. Make sure the wedding guests have accommodations at the Tiber Septim and other suitable inns and hotels...and Darena and myself are not bothered further. I'm glad to have someone on my side who is a sworn enemy of necromancy like I am. Thank you for everything." Langwen said as Carahil bowed her head and rushed off to comply with her Arch-mage's orders. She had recently been promoted as one of Langwen's most trusted advisors on the Council of Mages, the ruling body of the Mages Guild and since that time, the heads of necromancers...who were now desperately trying to leave Cyrodiil were being seen placed on spikes atop city gates and at the sides of the roads outside the cities and every village and settlement. Langwen made it clear no mercy would be shown and this increased the people love and respect of the new Arch-Mage.

With that, Langwen herself started to undress and went to follow Darena to the baths and steams rooms...which were located below the Arch-Mage's tower and used Ayleid magic and Dwemer/Dwarven technology to soak herself inn before going to make love for the first time to her new bride. Darena was waiting for her and they embraced, kissing passionately as their hands ran all over their bodies, but preferring most of all to settle on their perfectly rounded breasts and their full, curvaceous and voluptuous butt-cheeks.

Yet despite all of this, the obvious happiness, Langwen could still see a glimpse in Darena's beautiful brown eyes. A glimpse of curiosity and desire for knowledge which she knew well, since she herself had it. As they settled into the waters neck deep and inhaled the scented steam, they felt the powers of Restoration magic...cleansing and healing them.

Langwen reached closer and then gave her wife a kiss on the neck and two more behind the ear lobes, playfully nibbling on the earlobes before making her way down to kiss and play with her aroused nipples and full breasts, causing Darena to moan and throw her head back.

"-Darena, my love, will you tell me what is bothering you? I can see that glimmer in your eyes. You read and found out something...and now it's constantly on your mind." Langwen asked as Darena looked ready to orgasm just from that. Langwen was experienced in pleasing a woman and her right hand reached down between Darena's legs...sure enough she was white-hot and wet...and not just from the steam and water.

The expert touch had the desired effect as Darena retuned her wife's...loving touch and each of them admired the other's thick bushy mound of golden-honey blond hair. Darena finally managed to speak as her moaning and panting subsided, clearly thinking that if this is what her wife's idea of foreplay is, then her wedding night will make her the happiest woman in all of Tamriel.

"-Langwen, immortal beloved, I was looking through the possessions of our late Arch-Mage Hannibal Traven, of beloved memory, and I noticed a letter which mentioned an obscure cult of Dibella called the Order of Immaculate Chastity and a series of books written by an Imperial man named Numen or Nomen Nescio. He also mentions the name of two fellow Bretons, Rhienne and Relyssa, who are living somewhere near Bruma. The scroll also make a vague reference to something called a chastity belt or chastity device. If I'm reading this right, Langwen, it could be the greatest thing to women. A world without rape and sexual violence." Darena said as she jumped up and down her discipline no longer being able to control her giddiness and excitement at this thought. Langwen thought about it as well and she promised her wife Darena that they would look at the scroll together.