Chapter 2(Von)
(Author's note about the timing of this story. This story is not set in age of sigmar but rather is set in the dark elves of 6th edition some twenty years ago, back before the Games Workshop took a ginormous shit all over Warhammer fantasy and completely destroyed it, setting up this age of sigmar malarkey on top of the flaming wreckage of the beloved fandom universe they have irreversibly annihilated. In this story I am operating under the assumption that the parents of the asshats who destroyed Warhammer fantasy all decided to use contraception instead, and that therefore Warhammer fantasy wasn't destroyed and replaced with this new stuff.)
(I honestly wouldn't mind Age of Sigmar so much if it had been made as a separate spinoff game like Necromunda and Battlefleet Gothic, rather than erasing Warhammer Fantasy completely from existence and replacing it with Age of Sigmar. As someone who has been playing Warhammer Fantasy since the 4th edition rules, this is supremely irritating and a giant betrayal and slap in the face.)
(As 6th edition was arguably the last edition before the current Games Workshop shit started, I will be setting the story in 6th edition dark elves. In 6th edition dark elves, open Slaanesh worship was completely and utterly illegal in Naggaroth on pain of death, and the dark elves in general were much less open minded. The 6th edition dark elves would have been deeply suspicious of homosexuals, suspecting them of being Slaanesh worshippers, and with typical dark elf nastiness they simply enjoy being horrible to vulnerable minority groups anyway, so would gleefully persecute homosexuals if for no other reason than to be deliberately nasty shits).
***...
Ynarana Mekrath and her fellow dark elf Gwendil women were unhappy that evening as they all sat around inside the plantation house. With a vampire loose in the area, no one dared to be outside after dark, for fear of being eaten, and the Gwendil women were unhappily forced to stay inside and forgo their usual forbidden gatherings in the watch tower.
The plantation house was the most crowded it had ever been, with every dark elf on the entire plantation sitting inside it but out of bed, and the comfortable sitting rooms of the building were crammed with people competing for seats.
Ynarana was squished in between women on each side of her on the comfortable padded long chair she sat on, and these women were themselves squished on their sides by yet more women, all squashed together on one chair. As a Gwendil Ynarana didn't exactly mind being squeezed against other women, but she was still slightly uncomfortable in the tight squeeze.
The Gwendil women were at least peaceful in their tightly squeezed groups, the dark elf men on the other hand were becoming increasingly angry with flared tempers in the tight crowding, demanding personal space from other men and arguing over available seats as the Gwendil women just snuggled together.
Ynarana felt another woman play with Ynarana's long black hair in boredom, and sighed in slight contentment, finding the hair touching extremely comfortable. Dark elf women could get away with this sort of hair touching without having their sexuality questioned in a way that no dark elf man could, and no dark elf man blinked at what these women were doing.
Lordling Runor sat some distance away at the other end of the room, with Gwendil women provocatively draped all over him like complete sycophants, and he alone seemed completely comfortable right now in this overcrowded sitting room.
The plantation house had other rooms beside sitting rooms, but no one felt safe to be out of sight of other people right now. Vampires were known to pick off the isolated, and there was therefore safety in numbers. The safest place to be was somewhere crowded with other armed dark elves.
No one was sure why a vampire was even here, they were incredibly rare this far north in the new world. The infamous Vampire Coast in Lustria far to the south was infested with vampires, and they were said to occasionally come as far north as the High Elf colony city of Arnheim, but it was rare indeed for one to venture this far north into Naggaroth proper.
Whatever had brought the vampire here, hopefully it would just be passing through the area and go away to bother someone else. The Gwendil community of this plantation had enough problems without adding a vampire to the mix.
The Gwendil women felt bored and anxious as they stayed together in this crowded room, forgoing their usual forbidden nightly intimacies.
Ynarana sat in her tight snuggle of women, and did her best to pretend not to notice Torvines Movavul incessantly staring at her from where he sat in another chair.
Dark Rider Herald Torvines Movavul, the leader of the patrol group of dark elf men who had gate crashed the most recent Gwendil party in the watch tower, seemed to be completely infatuated with Ynarana, much to her irritation.
Last night at the Gwendil party Torvines had had sex with Ynarana, and this had hardly been the first time he had forced himself upon her. For months now he had been demanding sex from her as though he owned her, gate crashing one Gwendil party after another to sleep with poor Ynarana.
The entire plantation was aware that the women got dressed up and met up in watch towers every night, getting drunk and then staggering back to the plantation house completely inebriated, (but of course didn't know that the women were Gwendils), and the men gleefully gate crashed the parties to have sex with the drunk women if they could. The women in turn defended against this by randomly changing the tower they met up in so that the gatherings were difficult to find. The plantation was so big and the watch towers so numerous that it would take hours for a dark elf on foot to check all of them for the women.
The women would often be followed, and would deliberately lead the pursuers in the wrong direction, and then silently double back in the corn leaving the following men utterly confused as they found all the towers in their direction completely empty.
Sometimes the dark elf men on foot would get lucky and stumble upon the correct tower by random chance, but more nights than not the Gwendils would be undisturbed, the men on foot not finding the correct tower before the women left for the night.
The only exception to this was Torvines and the other damn dark riders on horseback, whose swift steeds could very easily check every watch tower extremely quickly and find the women. The dark riders were therefore the most frequent men to gate crash the parties, and the most common men to sleep with the women apart from Lordling Runor.
At least it was usually only the one patrol squad of the most experienced riders led by Torvines, not every dark rider in the damn plantation. Lordling Runor himself owned the horses and didn't want more than a squad of the expensive horses out of the stables after dark, fearing that the horses might get injured in the dark with inexperienced riders if any other than this one squad of his most highly experienced riders rode at night.
As the herald of this elite squad of the most highly skilled and experienced dark riders in the plantation, Torvines Movavul was therefore the best and most skilled rider Lordling Runor had, the best mounted warrior in the Lordling's service, and Torvines Movavul was extremely powerful and influential on the plantation as a result. Ynarana absolutely could not afford to offend Herald Torvines Movavul, and had to be very careful how she responded to his unwanted advances.
Torvines Movavul was even now gazing intently at Ynarana, making her feel very uncomfortable.
Ynarana hated having sex with Torvines, and was utterly sick of his obsessive infatuation with her. He was just so pushy and so arrogant.
To hide the fact that they were Gwendils, every Gwendil on the plantation made a point of having casual sex with any men who pursued them to throw off suspicion. Nothing threw off suspicion of being a Gwendil like having a bunch of men to vouch that they had regular sex with you. It was quite simply the ultimate defence to throw off suspicion.
The sex with Lordling Runor didn't really count, as they gained financially and had no choice anyway. To throw off suspicion they had to have genuinely casual sex with men without gaining anything from it, as though they simply enjoyed sex with men.
Ynarana and the other women had been very successful in throwing off any suspicions by being quite intimate with men who especially pursued them, and the men all assumed that these women were of the usual variety rather than the Gwendil variety.
The women were kept safe by this deliberate subterfuge, but unfortunately, it could have some unintended consequences...
Torvines Movavul the dashingly dressed arrogant herald of the most elite squad of the plantation dark riders did not seem to even suspect that Ynarana was a Gwendil, and after months of having casual sex with her he seemed to be becoming ever more infatuated with Ynarana, singling her out at every opportunity and spurning the other women.
Torvines was even now trying to get Ynarana's attention, his eyes glued to her. Ynarana pretended that she hadn't noticed him, and closed her eyes, resting her head on the shoulder of a woman next to her and pretending to have a nap.
Torvines loudly tutted in frustration, and physically got up and walked over to stand in front of her. He was dashingly dressed in fine black velvet robes, with an immaculately clean and well maintained steel breastplate worn over the top of his black velvet robes. His arms and legs were sleeved to his elbows and knees with gleaming polished light chainmail. At his belt hung a fine quality cruel steel blade in a black scabbard, the blade and scabbard deliberately decorated with polished black stones like some complete dandy.
Torvines' clean well groomed face was arrogant and haughty, his perfectly combed clean long black hair tied back out of the way in a manly ponytail. He was young, handsome, and utterly convinced of his own superiority.
Ynarana pretended to be asleep, just wanting him to leave her alone...
"Ynarana," Torvines said loudly right in front of her face in a tone designed to awaken a sound sleeper, forcing her to flinch and groan involuntarily from the noise right in her face.
Ynarana blinked at Torvines grumpily, setting her face to look like someone irritated to be rudely awakened.
"Hello my dearest Ynarana," Torvines said fondly, crouched right down and forward so that their faces were level and intimately close.
"Torvines?, What is it?", Ynarana said in a carefully calculated grumpy sounding tone.
"Come my dear, is that any way to speak to your dear beloved Torvines," Torvines gently reprimanded her affectionately, as though he genuinely imagined they had some deep romantic relationship.
"Why did you wake me up?, I was having a lovely nap," Ynarana amended untruthfully.
"I just enjoy your company Ynarana, we always have sex, but we never seem to just talk," Torvines said fondly, obviously completely misunderstanding the intent behind Ynarana's (reluctant) continual sexual intimacy with him over the past few months.
"You disturbed my nap to talk about talking?", Ynarana asked incredulously.
Torvines laughed lyrically, apparently finding her reply endearing.
Torvines continued talking about absolutely nothing important, obliviously flirting with a Gwendil who was not even slightly interested.
Ynarana sighed, not enjoying this at all, just wanting Torvines to go away and leave her alone.
Torvines Movavul was not the only man on the plantation to become misguidedly enamoured with a Gwendil. Many of the men had a particular favourite among the women that they liked to pursue.
Here on this isolated plantation the only available women were the Gwendils. The dark elf men on the plantation, assuming the secret Gwendil women to be the more normal type of dark elf women, then tried to romantically pursue these women, desiring dark elf lovers and sweethearts. It was tragically misguided, but completely understandable when the women were so good at hiding the fact that they were Gwendils.
Ynarana patiently endured Torvines' relentless romantic advances, and he just prattled on for what felt like hours. The suffocating attention was getting steadily worse, seemingly building up to some sort of climax in a way that Ynarana really didn't like...
"Ynarana Movavul, wife of Torvines, has a nice "ring" to it, wouldn't you say?", Torvines quipped an obviously rehearsed line, suddenly holding out a shining silver engagement ring to her!
Ynarana's eyes widened in horror, she stammered in shock!
"Being the wife of a dark rider herald is an excellent prospect and a great honour for one so low born, your parents will be so proud," Torvines pressed arrogantly.
"It's so soon!, It hasn't even been a year!", Ynarana exclaimed desperately and not accepting the ring, frantic to find some diplomatic way out of this horrible unexpected situation without mortally offending Torvines and making a powerful enemy!
"You don't have to say yes right away, I know how much you like to play hard to get. I will let you play your silly little game of pretending to be coy for a while before you say yes," Torvines chuckled fondly in a way that was perfectly condescending.
Ynarana was just about to say something when Torvines stole a kiss from her lips.
Lordling Runor seemed to be watching this exchange, and loudly called for Torvines to come and talk to him.
Torvines obediently approached his Lordling and bowed to one knee three sword lengths away from Lordling Runor in respect.
Dialogue followed that Ynarana could not hear, with both men occasionally looking back at Ynarana as they talked, and Torvines unsubtly tossed a bag of coins to Lordling Runor's feet as a bribe.
Lordling Runor seemed to become more agreeable after the bribe, and nodded his consent.
Torvines returned to Ynarana, smiling triumphantly. He had apparently just obtained Lordling Runor's blessing to engage Ynarana!
Just as Torvines was smiling smugly, Lordling Runor spitefully told all the women including Ynarana that it was bed time, just to display his dominance by immediately having sex with Ynarana to spite Torvines!
The look on Torvines face was absolutely priceless, and Ynarana fought very hard not to laugh.
Lordling Runor arrogantly got up, and Ynarana and the entire group of women followed him to his second floor bedroom in a tight alert huddle, gripping repeater crossbows tightly in their hands just in case of the vampire.
They checked the bedroom carefully for intruders when they arrived, and Lordling Runor made sure that the heavy shutters over the windows were securely barred shut.
Lordling Runor shut and locked the bedroom door just in case the vampire attacked, and the women reluctantly got naked for bed, but kept their repeater crossbows lying close to the bed as they entered, so that they could scramble to arm themselves if the vampire entered the room.
Lordling Runor made a point of having sex with Ynarana first as a display of superiority over Torvines. There was nothing that delighted dark elf men so much as completely humiliating those below them.
Lordling Runor would let Torvines wed Ynarana, but not before he completely deflowered her every which-way to rub his power in Torvines face. It was extremely petty.
Ynarana was tense as she had highly degrading humiliating group sex with Lordling Runor, and gazed at the door the entire time he penetrated her and the other women, worried about the vampire to be honest.
The other women were the same, worried about the vampire attacking the plantation house, few women remembering to even act aroused by the elderly elf man. Lordling Runor noticed that his harem of sexually exploited female employees was less enthusiastic than usual, and became irritated.
"I know that you women are afraid of the vampire, but try not to let this weak fear get to you and ruin our fun. This house is defended by many armed elf men, and locked and barred from the inside. The vampire will seek the unarmed slaves in the slave houses as much easier prey if it attacks again. This is the safest place in the plantation right here in my bed," Lordling Runor reassured them condescendingly.
Ynarana hoped that he was right, but still couldn't fully relax.
Lordling Runor continued the group sex for later than usual, clearly too unsettled to sleep himself despite his tough talk, and the women did not resist his penetration of them, but were too apprehensive to pleasure the rich old geriatric as much as they usually did, suspecting a possible attack at any moment.
At the end of the highly degrading and unenthusiastic group sex, the heavily defiled Ynarana lay restlessly under the covers, too apprehensive to get much sleep, and it was after midnight when sleep finally took Ynarana.
***...
The dawn light broke to find that another human slave had been drained of blood in the night.
The heavy door to the slave house had yet again been ripped off its freshly repaired hinges in a shocking display of strength, and the surviving slaves reported seeing a figure in a long black cloak biting the victim on the neck right in front of all of them, but the slaves had been too frightened to get a good look at the vampire, the other slaves simply immediately running away into other rooms of the slave house when the vampire attacked.
Lordling Runor was getting agitated now, these slaves were expensive and losing too many more would start to eat into the profits of the plantation.
Ynarana herself was far more worried about the personal safety of herself and her fellow Gwendil women than about slaves and profits. Lordling Runor certainly wasn't poor, even with the women all extracting money from him each night he was still obscenely wealthy, a poor plantation owner was a contradiction in terms.
Ynarana and the other women were feeling somewhat spooked now after this second attack, and the men also looked uneasy. The dark elves gazed cautiously at every shadow and hiding place all around them, apprehensive to find a vampire about to spring upon them.
Ynarana and her fellow Gwendil women needed to get to their work posts, but didn't want to be alone. The women divided into groups, heading in different directions to separate groups of watch towers. Ynarana's little batch of women huddled together in a tight apprehensive group as they walked through the thick corn fields towards their respective watch towers.
The corn field was thick with corn stems and covered the ground below in dark shadows, a sun hating vampire could very easily be hidden anywhere under this dense corn plant vegetation, and they wouldn't see it until they were close enough to touch it. This mere thought chilled Ynarana.
The worst thing about this vampire was that they knew it was on or near the plantation but didn't know exactly where it was hiding. They might bump into it in the corn any second.
The agitated huddle of Gwendil women went from one watch tower to the next, with one woman leaving the group at each tower to climb to her assigned lookout post at the top of the tower.
Ynarana got nervous as her comforting group got smaller and smaller, until only two women remained, Ynarana and a woman named Sethelel Cirar.
Ynarana and Sethelel clung to each other anxiously, and both tried to drag the other towards their own watch tower even though Ynarana's was much closer and was the logical choice to head to first.
Ynarana was slightly stronger than Sethelel, and successfully angrily dragged Sethelel towards Ynarana's watch tower despite Sethelel's frantic struggles to pull in another direction, and Sethelel began to weep in fear, making Ynarana sneer at her craven display of weakness.
"Don't leave me alone in the corn with the vampire!, I will die!", Sethelel pleaded in pathetic tears as they got steadily closer to Ynarana's tower where they would part ways.
"I don't want to be left alone in the corn to be eaten by the vampire either you sniveling coward!", Ynarana snapped back angrily.
"I could just eat both of you together right now...", an unknown voice hissed behind them in the corn!
Ynarana and Sethelel screamed in unison and fled together in a panic towards Ynarana's watch tower!
The pair of Gwendil women burst out of the corn into the dazzlingly bright sunlight of the cleared ground around the base of the watch tower, and stood together in the middle of the light where the vampire couldn't follow them, hearts pounding with sick adrenaline.
The corn rustled just at the edge of the corn field before the light, and the pair of elf women could see a crouching shadowy form hidden in the shadows of the thick corn vegetation!
Ynarana and Sethelel aimed their repeater crossbows at it instantly and fired without hesitation.
Ynarana and Sethelel were both trained dark elf repeater crossbow archers, part of the universal conscription reserves of Naggaroth as dark elf citizens, and like all dark elf citizens they had been forced to train for years in the use of military weapons. The archery training grounds of Clar Karond had trained these women well, and their accuracy was flawless, the crossbow bolts flying straight and true at the crouching figure.
Quick as blinking the vampire plucked the flying bolts from out of the air and mockingly tossed them back to land at the women's feet!
The women flinched back in horror and fired again.
The vampire again simply plucked the bolts out of the air and tossed them back, hissing a mocking laugh.
"You are just lucky that the sun is shining, yummy elves," the figure hissed, the hiss so sharp that it was impossible to determine the gender or accent of the speaker.
"Go away, curse you!", Ynarana yelled at the vampire, barely keeping the fear out of her voice.
"Very well yummy elves, but if I find you after dark, I will taste your sweet sweet elf blood," the figure hissed, and then rustled away through the corn out of view.
Ynarana and Sethelel continued to watch the corn for a long time, standing safely in the light, but the vampire was no longer visible.
Eventually they gathered enough nerve to collect the bolts the vampire had tossed back, and entered the watch tower and climbed together to the top.
Sethelel was (quite obviously) feeling no desire whatsoever to continue alone through the corn to her own watch tower, and simply stayed with Ynarana on the tower. The pair found the sunniest part of the covered tower sentry platform to stand in, and unfurled the tower signal flags and waved them frantically for the other watch towers to look at them.
The other watch towers in line of sight started to notice them, and waved flags back at them to acknowledge that they had been seen.
Ynarana and Sethelel then used flags in signal language to warn the other towers, "vampire in the corn field!"
The women in the other watch towers were alarmed, and spread this warning to all the other towers, until the entire plantation was aware of the danger.
Ynarana and Sethelel used flags to relay everything they knew and everything the vampire had said to them, and they were told to keep watching for any further sign of the vampire.
Ynarana and Sethelel huddled together in the sun at the top of the tower as they watched the corn obediently. The pair of them were painfully aware that the ground surrounding the tower was completely covered by thick corn fields with no pathways cut through it, they couldn't leave the tower to return to the plantation house without walking through the corn again!
The tower was safely bathed in sunlight for the moment and completely safe from vampires, but the sun would go down at the end of the day and then the vampire could get them!
The plantation was in high alert now, and the slave drivers were frantically getting the valuable slaves out of the dangerous corn fields, whipping them to the safety of the brightly lit muddy muster yard near the plantation house.
Torvines' heavily armed elite group of ten dark elf men on black elvish horses were riding through the corn towards Ynarana's tower now, sweeping the corn for the vampire. The men were clad in breastplates and mail bearing the heraldry of Lordling Runor, and carried repeater crossbows slung over their backs on leather straps, with long barbed cruel spears in their hands. They were a unit of the internationally infamous dark riders of Naggaroth, hated and feared formidable light cavalry that were absolutely deadly in battle, and would doubtless have little difficulty slaying this vampire if they found it. As much as Ynarana usually hated Torvines, she was extremely happy to see him now in this situation.
The horse elves rode right up to the cleared sunlit ground around the tower, approaching from the opposite side to where the vampire seemed to be lurking, and Torvines arrogantly called to the two women, greeting Ynarana pompously and asking for information about where the women had seen the vampire.
Ynarana and Sethelel animatedly pointed to the general area in the corn where the vampire had last been seen, and Torvines and his elite squad of dark riders lowered their spears and arrogantly galloped at top speed into the corn, desiring to skewer the vampire with their wickedly sharp barbed spears.
Two of the riders on the left flank were suddenly thrown from their horses in the obscuring corn, sent flying from their horses to land a few strides away in the corn!
The other riders shouted in challenge, bringing around their horses in the corn, and charged at something hidden in the corn that the women couldn't see.
Ynarana and Sethelel gazed down anxiously as a loud melee started in the tall corn, the women unable to see anything but the riders through the corn, unable to see the vampire and shoot at it with their repeater crossbows.
Horses screamed in pain and fell down dead as the vampire in the corn attacked them, riders falling from view into the corn!
Torvines himself dropped from view into the corn as his own horse was killed!
Ynarana was shocked and alarmed to see Torvines himself go down, but still couldn't quite help spitefully hoping that he was now dead like his horse to get her out of having to marry him.
All was loud violence and turmoil.
Mere seconds after it had started the four remaining riders who were still on horseback broke and fled the battle on their swift horses, defeated by the hidden vampire!
Ynarana and Sethelel cried out in alarm, unable to believe that Torvines and his proud elite dark riders had been defeated!
The dismounted riders were rustling through the corn, fleeing towards the sunny cleared base of the watchtower.
A horribly fast rustling pursued them, and a dark elf man cried out in fear and pain as the hidden vampire seemed to catch him!
The other dismounted riders fled for their lives as the vampire seemed to stop and feed on its current captive, and five dark elf men including Torvines burst from the corn in a panic, taking desperate refuge in the sunlight!
Ynarana and Sethelel were in a near panic by this point, scanning the corn frantically for a target to shoot at.
Torvines and his fellow dismounted riders were entering the watch tower now, and the heavy tower door was shut and loudly bolted with a sturdy crossbar after all had entered the tower.
The dark elf men were soon up the internal ladder and joining the two women on the covered sentry platform at the top of the tower.
Ynarana and Sethelel exchanged a grim greeting with the bitterly humiliated Torvines and the other demoralised defeated dismounted riders, the men were all pale with adrenaline and looked both badly shaken and deeply ashamed by their humiliating defeat. The men had all lost their spears somewhere in the corn field during the battle, but still had their repeater crossbows slung over their backs and swords hung in scabbards at their belts. They were smeared with dirt from the field and had bits of corn leaves stuck in their armour and equipment, looking like sorry sights indeed compared to their usual immaculately presentable preening arrogance.
Ynarana and Sethelel didn't even have the heart to sneer at these men for being weak enough to be defeated on horseback, (by a solitary individual vampire on foot they outnumbered ten to one no less), the two women feeling more than a little apprehensive about their own physical safety now.
The men started heading back down the ladder now, and the sounds of thumping and banging could soon be heard inside the tower.
Ynarana got curious what they were doing, and a brief look down the ladder shaft revealed that the men were fortifying the tower as well as they could with what was available, piling things in front of the door and nailing additional wooden planks over the barred door.
The men soon finished attending to the defences, and climbed back up to the platform and began signalling the other towers with flags, trying to explain their humiliating defeat to Lordling Runor and convey everything they had seen and heard.
Ynarana and Sethelel couldn't help sneering at this pathetic weakness of defeat being recounted in embarrassing detail by the signal flags, and simply continued watching the surrounding corn fields very carefully, repeater crossbows at the ready.
Ynarana and Sethelel were being mostly ignored by the men, who seemed too ashamed to even look the pair of beautiful young women in the faces after their humiliating defeat. Torvines in particular looked ashen faced with wounded pride to be defeated like this in front of Ynarana herself, and could not even look at her. Ynarana had to fight very hard not to smirk at him.
The pair of women eventually walked to stand in an out of the way corner of the platform when the men's embarrassed avoidance of the women became detrimental to tower defence, and the women basked in the warm sunlight to soothe their own frayed nerves.
Hours stretched by as Ynarana and Sethelel stood huddled together for mutual reassurance in the tower. Both of them were agitated, and dreading what might happen when the sun eventually set and night came.
The four surviving fled riders of Torvines' squad who still had horses had by now regrouped at the distant plantation house, and had been joined by tens of fresh dark riders from less experienced squads who had been patrolling other parts of the plantation during the battle with the vampire. This combined assembled cavalry force was shunning the corn fields near Ynarana's tower however, and had instead focused on evacuating the women from the other watch towers, riding Lordling Runor's highly prized bed companions safely back to the plantation house before it got dark.
Hours later Ynarana's humble wooden watch tower was now alone, the rest of the plantation grounds deserted. The slaves had all been locked away back in their slave houses, and the other dark elves were apparently busily fortifying the plantation house to make it more resistant to vampires for the night.
A carrier pigeon had been seen earlier flying away from the plantation house in the direction of Clar Karond, most likely addressed to some other member of Lordling Runor's noble house Guguc.
Ynarana wondered what Lordling Runor would dare to say in the letter to fellow nobles of house Guguc. Lordling Runor would look weak if he informed them that one solitary vampire had defeated ten of his best cavalry dark riders, and disrupted the operations of the entire plantation.
Lordling Runor could not afford to appear weak, especially not to his own noble house, that was perilous to any member of dark elf nobility. If house Guguc thought that Lordling Runor was weak then some younger upstart in the family would gleefully steal Lordling Runor's position and title, (murdering Lordling Runor in the process).
Ynarana was not privy to the internal politics of the noble house Guguc, and would probably never learn what was written in that letter.
The sun was getting lower and lower now as the hours continued to stretch on, and a rescue of Ynarana's tower still had not been attempted. Ynarana and Sethelel and the disgraced men were getting worried now that they would have to spend the night here, and, (with typical dark elf prudence), began ransacking the storage areas of the tower, carrying bundles of stored repeater crossbow bolts up to the sentry platform just in case they needed a lot of ammunition on hand later.
The lack of rescue attempts for the disgraced dark riders was hardly surprising. The dark elves were not kind to those weaklings who failed, and the lack of a rescue was almost certainly a deliberate act to punish them for failing Lordling Runor. This would have been extremely entertaining had Ynarana not also been trapped with these disgraced dark riders.
Ynarana cursed that she was considered to be engaged to damn Torvines. Had Ynarana and Sethelel been seen as having no connection to the dark riders then Lordling Runor might possibly have sent a rescue force for the two women. But as the betrothed of the disgraced Torvines, Lordling Runor seemed to be leaving Ynarana to die alongside the dark riders!
Just before sunset as Ynarana and her comrades had feared, the plantation house used signal flags to tell Ynarana's tower that no rescue would be attempted until tomorrow, and informed the disgraced dark elf "weaklings" in the tower that they could redeem themselves in Lordling Runor's sight, if they proved themselves strong enough to survive and hold out all alone against the vampire for the entire night!
Ynarana's only hope of survival now was for the watch tower door to somehow keep out the vampire for the entire night...
The watch tower was made of wood, but was at least strongly built and well maintained. The walls were thick beams of Naggaroth pine, with a small squat stone fireplace on the ground floor with a tiny chimney hole coming out the side of the tower just above the first floor. The tower door was solid wood and several inches thick, reinforced with iron bands, and with a thick strong beam currently barring the door.
The watch tower was old and dated back to the time when the plantation was right on the frontier of the forest. It had been designed to withstand orks and beastmen from the forests, and was very defensible for a cost saving wooden tower. It had at least a chance of keeping the vampire out.
Ynarana snuggled closer to Sethelel as the sun began to set, deeply comforted in her dread by the feel of Sethelel's soft feminine body under her outer covering of cheap hard scale mail.
The pair of repeater crossbow women were technically dark elf warriors in the personal army of Lordling Runor, and equipped with gear he provided them. But Lordling Runor had cut costs on the equipment of these crossbow women, not really expecting them to ever see dangerous combat the way the elite dark riders were expected to. The women were clad in cheap vests of low quality scale mail over second grade leather that did little more than masquerade as functional armour, with only their own civilian clothes on underneath. It wasn't exactly encouraging right now.
Ynarana and Sethelel had been very sexually intimate with each other in the secret Gwendil gatherings each night, but were not exclusively intimate with each other. Like most young dark elves Ynarana and Sethelel were extremely promiscuous in their sexual intimacies, and would pretty much sleep with anyone they found attractive, including with each other.
Ynarana had had wonderfully fun sex with Sethelel almost every night, exploring every last inch of her delicious feminine body, but the pair were not particularly close, hardly even friends to be honest. Ynarana was very popular with the other Gwendil women and all of them had slept with her at least once since she arrived, Ynarana was very social in her affections.
But right at the moment, Ynarana had never felt closer to Sethelel. The extreme danger they were in made even their very casual acquaintanceship feel like a precious lifeline.
Sethelel Cirar was a very beautiful woman with long silky black hair, delicious breasts and a sexy sculpted face. She was a low born city girl from Clar Karond same as Ynarana, and as a secret Gwendil fearing persecution for her forbidden sexual tastes, Sethelel had fled out to the plantations and gotten a job here same as Ynarana had.
Almost all of the Gwendil women on this plantation had a very similar story. The cult of Khaine heavily persecuted the dark elf Gwendil community, considering being a Gwendil to be damning evidence of depraved illegal Slaanesh worship, and it was extremely dangerous to stay in a city if you had the misfortune of being born a Gwendil.
Dark elf women usually figured out if they were a Gwendil very early into their puberty years, (to their considerable horror and dread), and fearfully kept this horrible discovery secret. They discreetly found others of their kind, with very subtle body language and involuntary behavioural cues giving them away to each other.
Older secret Gwendils in the cities with a knack for detecting other Gwendils would discretely approach the young Gwendils, and give them knowledge and advice, introducing them to the wider Gwendil community in return for the young Gwendils having sex with them in payment for their help, (the older Gwendils were still selfish dark elves after all and didn't just offer help to the vulnerable for free).
Gwendils born in the cities generally fled the cities with the help of these older Gwendils as soon as the young Gwendils were old enough to leave their parents, to escape the terrible persecution of their kind, and these plantations were a safe haven for the Gwendil community, with more young Gwendils joining the various plantation communities every year.
The secret Gwendil community of Clar Karond at large informally referred to the plantations to the south east of Clar Karond as "Gwendildôr", meaning literally "the land of female homosexuals" in vulgar elvish slang. The entire region was thick with multitudes of Gwendil women living and working in the plantations, and was a bastion of safety and privacy for the heavily persecuted Gwendil community.
Every city in Naggaroth had its own secret Gwendil community, and most had some out of the way place near each city where the community could live in peace and relative safety.
Dark elf Gwendils were little different from any other dark elf women, except that they were sexually attracted to women, and were just as mean spirited, selfish and unscrupulous as other dark elf women. The biggest nonsexual difference from other women was that the Gwendil women were forced to work together for mutual survival, and had a sense of community that other dark elves lacked.
Being a Gwendil meant that the only other people you could speak openly to were fellow Gwendils, you couldn't risk getting close to anyone else who wasn't part of the community. If one Gwendil got caught, she might under torture tell the names of other Gwendils she knew, so the Gwendil community went to great lengths to prevent their own from being caught for this extremely self-interested reason.
Standing with Sethelel watching the sun set now, Ynarana couldn't help feeling that the pair of them would die together tonight...
Sethelel's hand fearfully found Ynarana's hand, and Ynarana gripped the proffered hand tightly, finding comfort in holding hands with this fellow Gwendil before the end.
The sun sank down below the horizon, and the hidden vampire hissed with terrible laughter.
"Sweet elf blood," the vampire hissed, the hiss still too sharp to determine anything about the speaker.
"Why are you even here disturbing our lives?!, This was a nice place before you came!, Why can't you just go back south to Arnheim to bother the high elves and leave us alone!", Ynarana shouted unhappily down at the vampire.
The vampire hissed with amused laughter.
"We are not your enemy, go leave this place in peace!," Sethelel added like a coward.
"We are all friends here are we?", the vampire hissed mockingly.
"We don't have to be enemies," Sethelel continued with her foolish line of reasoning.
"Very well friends, I accept your friendship. Let your dear friend into the tower," the vampire hissed with amusement, stepping out of the edge of the corn.
Ynarana and Sethelel and the dismounted riders all trained their repeater crossbows on the heavily cloaked figure instantly.
The vampire gripped the edges of its dark cloak and suddenly spread its arms wide, opening the cloak and exposing itself to their view in the post-sunset twilight.
The vampire was completely naked under the dark cloak and extremely pale skinned, and was literally exposing itself to them like some horrid flasher!
Ynarana expected to see a disgusting penis, but was surprised to see that the vampire was a woman...
Not just a woman, but SUCH a woman!
The vampire was easily the most stunningly beautiful woman Ynarana had ever seen in her life. She had long brilliantly blonde hair, a pale slender body, and the biggest pair of perfect breasts Ynarana had ever seen!
The vampire's pale naked body was completely shaved of all pubic and armpit hair, revealing a flawless delicious pale vagina.
The entire body of the vampire was quite literally perfect, and her shockingly beautiful face was even better, a perfectly sculpted flawless face with full lips, elegant cheeks, a pleasantly small nose, perfect eyebrows, and the most beautiful brilliantly blue eyes imaginable.
The vampire had a pair of elegant fangs poking between her perfect full lips, and her facial expression was seductive and inviting.
Ynarana the Gwendil felt her womanhood dampen more heavily than ever before in her life with sexual desire for the remarkably beautiful vampire!
Ynarana Mekrath couldn't even move, she just stood gazing in open mouthed awe, completely transfixed by the perfect naked body of the vampire.
Sethelel and the others were likewise afflicted, all just gazing stupidly in open mouthed wonder at the remarkably desirable vampire, weapons hanging unused in their hands.
The vampire stripped out of the cloak completely, standing utterly naked before the tower, gorgeous long brilliantly blonde hair fluttering in the gentle evening breeze, the very picture of perfect feminine beauty.
The vampire smiled invitingly and beckoned to the elves with a delicate hand, inviting them to come down to her and be intimate.
Ynarana was damper than ever before in her entire life, but she was still a dark elf and wasn't completely stupid. The vampire had already killed at least one elf, two humans and several horses with her bare hands, and was extremely dangerous. No matter how fold-dampeningly gorgeous this vampire was, Ynarana wasn't about to go anywhere near her.
The other dark elves seemed to come to the same decision, all bewitched by the beauty of the vampire but disciplined enough not to commit suicide by actually going down to her. They were dark elves, not mere humans, and had better self control and discipline than to fall prey to such simple tricks.
Ynarana knew that she should probably fire her repeater crossbow at the exquisitely beautiful vampire, but she was still too bewitched to try to harm her.
The vampire paused, noticing that the bewitched dark elves were not rushing down to her as she had obviously expected them to. The vampire frowned, and very cautiously made no sudden movements.
Ynarana definitely knew that she should shoot the vampire, and was now trying to steel herself to aim her repeater crossbow.
The vampire altered her posture and expression to look as alluring as possible, and Ynarana paused transfixed, unable to bring herself to shoot something so beautiful.
The vampire tried for several minutes to seduce the elves into coming down to her, but they didn't move. The best the naked vampire could manage was to keep them from shooting at her.
Ynarana and the others very gradually found the strength of will to aim their repeater crossbows at the vampire, fingers over the triggers, but they still couldn't quite bring themselves to shoot something so remarkably, exquisitely beautiful.
Suddenly, Torvines found his wits and fired, and the loud twang of the crossbow snapped the rest of the dark elves out of their bewitchment. Ynarana and the others all pulled the trigger a heartbeat later.
The vampire hissed and leapt aside, the crossbow bolts slamming into the ground where she had been standing a moment earlier.
The vampire jiggled her impressive breasts at the dark elves, and they were once again stupefied with lust for the intensely desirable female vampire.
Ynarana's loins were now so damp with desire that her cheap warm pants had a huge visible dark wet patch over the crotch, Ynarana half mad with Gwendil desire for the vampire!
Sethelel had a similar embarrassingly large wet patch, and the men all had visible swellings under their armour. This vampire was impossibly sexually attractive.
The dark elves all held their repeater crossbows at the ready, but the pleasing jiggling of the naked vampire bewitched them so that they couldn't fire.
The vampire very cautiously and slowly moved in a highly provocative jiggling dance, creeping towards the door of the tower, and the wonderfully erotic dance held the dark elves too witless to fire.
Ynarana's brain was screaming at her to fire, but she was too enchanted, the wet patch in her pants so bad that it looked like she had very badly wet herself.
The exquisitely beautiful naked vampire reached the tower door, and in a sensuous rhythmic movement began applying terrible supernatural strength to the door.
The door groaned terribly, but the extremely thick beam barring the door held, and the door did not yield.
The vampire systematically attacked the door as well as she could without letting the dark elves escape her terrible seductive power, and the door groaned loudly but still refused to yield no matter what she did.
The vampire seemed to be getting annoyed now, not expecting the door to be so strong, and seemed to be thinking, dancing wonderfully in the spot the entire time to keep the dark elves too stunned to fire.
The vampire attempted to climb up the smooth wooden surface of the tower, but doing so broke the hold over the dark elves instantly, letting them resume firing. The climbing vampire was forced to repeatedly stop climbing to jump to the ground out of the way of incoming crossbow bolts.
The naked vampire swiftly decided that continuing attempting to climb would simply result in her eventually being pin-cushioned with crossbow bolts, and gave up trying, simply focusing on using her beauty to stupefy the dark elves for the moment.
This standoff continued for a time, the vampire quickly exhausting other options by trial and error, and was still no closer to eating the dark elves in the watch tower.
Ynarana's eyes were glued to the beautiful body of the vampire like iron to a magnet, mouth dry and loins wet, half insane with desire. Ynarana wanted to do the most terrible wonderful Gwendil things to that vampire, wanted so badly to touch that perfect body, to explore every inch of it as intimately as possible.
Ynarana wanted so badly to give herself to the vampire, to let the vampire penetrate her with fingers and tongue, to let the vampire make sweet passionate love to her.
Ynarana's warm dampness was now running down her inner legs as though she was currently wetting herself, but none of it was urine, all of it was the moisture of aroused womanhood!
The vampire eventually seemed to give up, and put her cloak back on, melting away back into the obscuring corn field...
Ynarana almost wanted to weep for the beautiful vampire to come back and keep showing off that gorgeous naked body!
Ynarana snapped herself out of this bewitched folly, returning to her senses. The other dark elves seemed to as well, and all regained their composure.
The dark elf men then noticed the huge wet patches over the crotches of the women, and sneered, assuming that the women had wet themselves in craven fear.
Ynarana and Sethelel were galled by this insulting assumption that they had wet themselves in fear, but they could not dare to correct this mistake and reveal themselves as Gwendils. Burning with bitter humiliation, the women both lied agreeing that they had indeed wet themselves in fear, even adding that they had been too craven with fear of the vampire to keep firing when the men had stopped firing.
The men sneered at this admission of craven cowardice, and Torvines gave Ynarana a gentle humiliating lecture about how he expected his soon-to-be wife to "learn to be brave"!
Ynarana was burning brightly with bitter humiliation and had no choice but to stand there and take it!
Ynarana inwardly cursed the fates for making her a highly illegal Gwendil, this indignity right now was almost beyond endurance!
Ynarana inwardly sighed with relief when the men did not even suspect that the wet patch was anything other than the urine of fear, that damn vampire had very nearly exposed her terrible illegal secret!
Ynarana and Sethelel both then deliberately urinated heavily in their pants on purpose to give them a convincing smell of urine just in case, both blushing with bitter embarrassment at this humiliating bit of subterfuge.
The men were sneering and loudly jesting about the weakness of women, and Ynarana and Sethelel quietly excused themselves to get themselves cleaned up down in the interior of the watch tower.
The bitterly embarrassed women climbed down the ladder to the ground floor and stripped out of their utterly soaked pants and hung them up to dry on a ceiling line on the ground floor.
Ynarana and Sethelel were rather chilly down below now, not wearing a thing below their waists, and the pair of them got to work with kindling and a knife and flint to get a small fire going in the ground floor fireplace.
The watch tower filled with delicious warmth from the fire, pushing away the Naggaroth nighttime chill, and they piled the fire up with proper logs to get it going properly.
Ynarana warmed her bare bottom in front of the fire, and got her urine soaked legs and rather slimy lower area all cleaned up with her hand and some water from a drinking barrel.
When she was all cleaned up and her skin was dried in front of the fire, Ynarana inspected her pants, hoping they were dry.
But her pants were still utterly soaked...
Sethelel's pants were the same, the pair of them would freeze their vaginas off in the wind with the damp fabric clinging to their skin, if they wore such wet pants outside in the chilly air of a southern Naggaroth night!
Ynarana was honestly amazed by just what a mess of moistness that vampire had caused to render an entire pair of pants unusable with dampness!
The pair of women didn't even have any underwear with them, wet or otherwise, as all but the most expensive female underwear was considered unfashionable in Naggaroth. They were completely and utterly free-buffing it right now!
The women were tempted to just stay in front of the fire for the rest of the night, but it was imperative for them to be up on the sentry platform helping the men keep the vampire at bay.
Sethelel climbed up the ladder first, and Ynarana climbed up right behind her, enjoying the view from below of the fellow Gwendil's vagina. Sethelel tutted in amused annoyance at Ynarana for peeping at her, but wasn't offended, the pair of them had sex every night after all.
The two women emerged on the sentry platform minus their bottom coverings, and the men didn't hesitate to comment and touch Sethelel inappropriately, even in this tense situation!
Sethelel hissed in annoyance as men slapped and squeezed her bottom, and slapped one of the men hard across the face when he grabbed her lower front opening!
As the betrothed of Herald Torvines Movavul, Ynarana at least was spared this indignity by the small gang of dark riders, the other dark riders wouldn't dare to touch Ynarana right in front of their leader Torvines. Ynarana however still wasn't spared unwanted sexual assault from Torvines himself, his damn hand was buried between her legs right now without even asking, fingers all over her folds!
Sethelel was getting enraged, and was taking refuge in a corner, surrounded by four dark riders brazenly sexually assaulting her. The remarkably arousing vampire had raised the passions of these men, and they were now seeking to vent this enflamed passion on poor bottomless Sethelel.
This was just Naggaroth, the dark elf men were among the absolute worst in the world when it came to sexual respect of (low born) women. Unless you were high born, a witch elf, a sorceress, or something else high ranking, a dark elf man would grab your ass as soon as say hello.
Ynarana and Sethelel were used to this sort of sexual disrespect after a lifetime of it, but it was still horrible.
The men told Sethelel to stop being coy when she continued to angrily slap them, and one of them began to rape the outraged Sethelel as the other three dark riders held her down!
Ynarana snarled in anger as Sethelel was raped, and angrily reached for her repeater crossbow to give these rapists a lesson in manners, but Torvines gripped hold of her wrist, pulling her hand back from reaching her repeater crossbow!
"Enough of that Ynarana, they are just having fun," Torvines told her dismissively, and slid his finger inside her vagina!
"But Torvines!, They are raping her!", Ynarana implored him frantically.
"She was weak, wetting herself like a coward. The weak deserve to be taken by the strong," Torvines said pitilessly.
"I... I wet myself too... Are you suggesting that I also should be raped!", Ynarana bitterly reminded him of her earlier humiliation, desperately trying to save Sethelel from being gang raped.
"Fortunately for you my dear Ynarana, you are betrothed to one who is strong, and my strength protects you from the usual fate of the weak," Torvines said unapologetically, his finger sliding rhythmically in and out of her vagina!
Torvines fumbled with his armour and clothing, exposing his erect penis, and pressed Ynarana's back against a wooden support beam holding up the roof over the open air sentry platform.
Torvines then had sex with Ynarana up against the support beam as Sethelel was being held down and gang raped!
"This is madness!, There is a VAMPIRE at large, possibly climbing up the side of the tower even now!, This is no time or place for this!", Ynarana exclaimed urgently as Torvines roughly penetrated her.
The rapist dark riders all paused at this reminder, and frantically stopped raping Sethelel to check for the vampire.
Sethelel fled weeping down the ladder back inside the tower while the men were distracted.
Ynarana hoped that Torvines would likewise uncouple from her and stop this horrible madness, but he did not move, merely pausing and looking to his men to see if they saw anything.
The dark riders quickly reported that the vampire was still nowhere to be seen, and then hissed in irritation to discover that Sethelel had fled into the tower.
Torvines nodded calmly at this all clear report, and simply continued to thrust inside Ynarana.
Ynarana's loins still had some residual damp from the vampire earlier, and Torvines mistook this to mean that she was aroused by him right now.
"This is the wrong time," Ynarana pleaded to him.
"You are so delightfully coy my dear Ynarana, your words say "no no", but your slippery wet depths shout "yes yes"," Torvines purred huskily, not even slowing down.
It was abundantly clear that Torvines simply wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, so Ynarana changed tactics and tried to make him climax as quickly as possible, becoming as sexually aggressive as she possibly could.
Torvines laughed in delight, saying "see I knew you were just playing coy earlier".
Ynarana just aggressively and energetically coupled with him, and within a few short minutes of being so aggressive, Ynarana brought Torvines to satisfaction.
Ynarana bolted back down the ladder as soon as Torvines let go of her, with no desire to return until she had pants on again.
***...
It took Ynarana hours to completely comfort Sethelel out of her trauma after being raped, with Ynarana being in turn comforted by Sethelel. Both women had had a terrible time.
The men had called down to the women many times over the past few hours, but both women had simply refused to return again until their pants were dry, no matter what the men said to them about being cowards for hiding inside the interior of the tower.
The watch tower was filled with delicious warmth, the fireplace burning merrily, and the women were again tempted to just stay down here in the warmth for the entire night away from those horrible horrible men.
The vampire was still nowhere to be seen after hours, and seemed to have left in search of easier prey, probably attacking the human slaves again.
It had been night for hours now, and they were all still alive and unharmed, (apart from rape), and it looked promising that they would survive the night now.
Ynarana and Sethelel had been talking for hours in hushed quiet voices the men couldn't overhear, cuddling for comfort in front of the fire. They both felt much calmer now, and their pants were almost dry again. They felt very close emotionally cuddled together like this, and had definitely deepened their relationship with each other since this nightmare started.
Ynarana and Sethelel cautiously checked up the ladder shaft to make sure no men were spying on them, and then moved to a corner where they couldn't be seen by looking down the ladder from the top.
In this tiny moment of privacy their lips found each other's and silently kissed softly and tenderly for a few wonderful seconds, breaking the kiss all too quickly just to be safe.
Ynarana and Sethelel held each other in a standing cuddle, unwilling to let go.
The pair of Gwendils shared a few more brief kisses, feeling especially close now after this ordeal, and held their foreheads together intimately.
The sounds of footsteps on the roof made them separate immediately, and they went to check their pants.
Ynarana and Sethelel sighed loudly in relief to find that both their pants were dry, and very gratefully put them back on. The women sighed deeply, and after tending to the fire, they reluctantly climbed back up the ladder to continue their watch.
The men looked disappointed to see the women wearing pants again, and Sethelel glared at the horrible men with icy hatred.
The men settled for pinching Sethelel's bottom through her pants, earning themselves angry curses from Sethelel, and Sethelel took refuge in a corner, bottom pressed against the corner railing where it couldn't be groped.
Ynarana had problems of her own, with Torvines instantly putting a possessive arm around her and squeezing her inappropriately.
Ynarana controlled her urge to frown in misery, and simply endured this unwanted touching and affection.
Ynarana forced herself to rest the side of her head against Torvines' shoulder in pretend affection, and Torvines seemed to approve of this affectionate act, and held her affectionately without otherwise molesting her just as Ynarana had anticipated.
Sethelel was still literally cornered, keeping her bottom out of pinching reach of the dark riders, but Ynarana was at least relatively unmolested in the affectionate cuddle of Torvines.
Sethelel looked like a cornered animal, face miserable and afraid as the dark riders gazed at her hungrily. Ynarana honestly hoped that the vampire returned to provide another distraction before these horrible men tried to rape poor Sethelel again.
Ynarana felt Torvines put a hand down inside the back of her pants and squeeze her bare bottom...
Ynarana just wanted this horrible night to be over!
***...