The month went by with great difficulty, and frequent wet dreams. But my love for Elsa kept me strong, and I managed to keep my promise and uphold the custom. Finally, we approached the weekend of the wedding, and my long awaited return to orgasm.
After a flight to Gotenberg, a bus to the ferry, and a ferry to the island, we finally arrived at Elsa’s home. The small town looked stunning as it shone under the setting sun, and the fatigue of the journey quickly melted away.
It was a Thursday evening, and the wedding was set for Saturday. The laws of the island meant that my family and friends (and any other outsiders for that matter) would have to wait on the mainland until the day of the wedding. As a soon to be member of the family, I was accepted on shore, despite it being a non-feast day. While this caused a bit of consternation amongst my group, it was eventually brushed over, and I arranged hotels in the nearby town for them to stay in.