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The large stone idol loomed with dignity behind her as she walked towards you, a stark contrast to the actual goddess' true appearance.
What Herta was dressed in would be considered an outrage in your old world: Scantily clad, clinging onto her body and accentuating her curves. Dressed in pure white, with laces and frills and fully visible garter belt, if you didn't know better you'd think she'd forgotten her actual clothes. As she strut towards you, her hips swaying, you could see the coy smile through the transparent veil covering her face. Both veil and expression did little to hide the nervous happiness in her face. Despite it all, her clothes somehow emphasized her elegance, devotion and purity. You were half sure that some strong witchcraft was used to make the latter and the former were noted.
While it was clear that Herta had the final say in what she was going to wear, given what she was wearing, you were certain that Bertha at the very least designed the 'wedding dress' in a way that would make her look nice and not like she just came out of the streets (though Herta was perverse enough to get a thrill from being shown off as your personal whore).
The clothes, by themselves eye-catching in an unconventional way, still didn't compare with Herta's actual state. She showed off her noticeably swollen belly with pride, smug with the fact you had given her twins.
Honestly it almost made your feel like you were taking responsibility for a chick you knocked up.
Anyway, to top it all off, the Goddess of Artifice presented you with the end of her leash. You grasped it and gave it a small tug, causing a happy noise to come out of her mouth as you forced her closer to you.
Before moving on with the ceremony you glanced around the place, fully expecting someone or something to come crashing down about now and ruin the event.
But nothing happened.
After a few seconds Gerty cleared her throat and began to speak.
"We are gathered today, under this cloudless sky, as witnesses to confirm the union between our Master and the Goddess of Artifice. May she bless this union between herself and her Master, forever submitting under him."
Yeah, the wedding vows were weird and fetishy. But with Herta setting up the universe's rules and common sense, this sort of stuff was expected.
"Lord John Doe, do you take Herta as your slave-bride, lovingly having and controlling her, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as her Master-husband, for the rest of your lives?"
"I do." You said calmly.
"Herta, do you submit to John Doe as your Master-husband, lovingly obeying his words and devoting your body to him, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as his slave-wife, for the rest of your lives?"
"I- I do." Herta gulped, her breathing getting ragged as she stared at you.
