Chapter 3(Von)
The air was chilly, not quite cold enough to freeze water, but still chilly cold, as Ynarana stood huddled against Torvines for warmth on the covered sentry platform at the top of the watch tower.
It had been a long and horrible night, and the night still wasn't quite over yet. The stars and the two moons clearly visible in the dark sky, but the sky was no longer black, now the dark dark blue of the time before dawn.
The corn fields were blanketed in dew that twinkled in the moonlight, and this dew threatened to create fog at any moment.
The vampire had still not returned, but until the sun rose they were not safe from her.
Ynarana and her "betrothed" Torvines stood huddled together for warmth at the railing at the side of the platform, watching carefully for the vampire. The other dark riders each stood at other vantage points along the railings, giving vision from every direction so that the vampire could not sneak up on them.
Poor Sethelel was taking refuge once again inside the tower, refusing to come out again. The dark riders had earlier grabbed Sethelel, stripped her naked and bound her wrists to a railing with ropes when she resisted them, and had spent two hours gang raping her in turns as she begged them to stop!
It had been absolutely pitiful, but Torvines had held Ynarana tightly so that she couldn't intervene to rescue poor Sethelel, and Ynarana had powerlessly watched the entire horrible spectacle.
Sethelel had eventually wiggled her wrists free of the ropes after two entire horrific hours of nonstop rape, and had fled weeping down the ladder before the men could react and grab her. The men had wanted to follow Sethelel down to recapture her, but Torvines had ordered them to stay up on the platform and keep watching, telling them that they "had had enough fun for one night".
Ynarana herself had been incessantly sexually interfered with by Torvines, who seemed fond of warming his cold hands against her vagina inside her pants, and Ynarana had been far too afraid to resist. Herald Torvines had absolute power over the dark riders inside this watch tower in the absence of Lordling Runor, and his commands were obeyed by the horrible men. Torvines had already shown himself capable of being extremely cruel and spiteful, and Ynarana was terrified of making him angry.
The only reason that Ynarana hadn't also been bound and gang raped like Sethelel was because of her "relationship" with Torvines, as one engaged to marry Torvines she was untouchable, (despite the fact that she hadn't actually agreed to or wanted this engagement).
The dark riders were middle born rather than low born, and would not hesitate to gang rape a low born dark elf woman if they could get away with it. They considered the low born class to be weak scum, only slightly higher than slaves, and they would suffer absolutely no punishments for raping such women, Lordling Runor certainly wouldn't care if these women were gang raped.
Ynarana fearfully snuggled even closer to Torvines, so deeply afraid of him and desperate to remain in his good graces.
Torvines smiled arrogantly to her and lowered his face to kiss her on the lips.
Ynarana was too afraid to do anything other than return the kiss softly, and Torvines seemed satisfied by her reciprocation and broke the kiss to resume watching for the vampire.
Ynarana just kept snuggling against him, and at least got to enjoy the warmth of his body against her in the cold air.
"My hand is cold again," Torvines told her fondly, and slid his hand down her pants.
The freezing cold back of his hand rested against her bare vagina, making her involuntarily flinch sharply from the cold!
"By Khaine your hand is FREEZING Torvines!", Ynarana exclaimed, shifting around in discomfort.
Torvines chuckled and kissed her hair, but didn't remove his freezing hand from her vagina.
Ynarana got a bold idea and put her own cold hand under Torvines armour, and down his pants, softly pressing the chilly back of her hand against his warm testicles from below, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"How do you like it?", Ynarana asked him in a carefully calculated playful sounding tone.
Torvines flinched and shifted, pulling away from her icy touch, and chuckled fondly as he was forced to take his own hand off Ynarana's vagina to escape her cold touch to his warm nether regions.
Torvines found her action endearing rather than offensive, just as Ynarana had gambled that he would, and was smiling happily at her in amusement.
Torvines returned to her side as soon as her cold hand was removed from inside his clothing, and cuddled her fondly with obvious affection. Ynarana was very relieved that her calculated gamble had worked to remove his hand without offending him.
Torvines kissed her lips again, very obviously deeply fond of her, and Ynarana sycophantically wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him extremely passionately, going to pains to keep him happy with her for her own safety and benefit.
Torvines hungrily returned the passionate kiss, and extended the kissing for a long time, simply repositioning their heads and glancing around out of the corner of his eye periodically to keep watch throughout the heavy kissing.
Ynarana was a Gwendil, and not even capable of being truly sexually attracted to Torvines, but she was still very capable of using her own body to pleasure him when it suited her purposes.
Assuming they survived the night, which was looking increasingly likely, then Ynarana would have little choice but to marry Torvines. The elite dark rider Herald was simply too dangerous and high ranking to safely refuse, refusing him would make a deadly enemy and not end well for Ynarana.
Given that Ynarana dare not refuse the engagement, this meant that it was only a matter of time before she became Torvines' wife. This mere thought was horrific, but bemoaning her fate would not help her, she needed to find some way of dealing with this reality and making the best of it.
Torvines was a cruel and arrogant man, and pitiless to those who crossed him. An angry Torvines would be a living hell to endure as a husband.
But a happy and affectionate Torvines on the other hand...
Cruel and horrible as he was, it was abundantly obvious that Torvines was madly in love with Ynarana. If Ynarana could strengthen this love for her even more and use it to her advantage, then she would be treated much more kindly.
Torvines would be naturally jealous and suspicious of other men being near Ynarana, but he would probably not suspect other women of being romantic rivals, letting Ynarana continue with Gwendil intimacies if she was very careful.
Ynarana's mind thought furiously as Torvines kissed her, calculating her options, thinking about the future and what she could do with it. The future was not what she had hoped, but she could at least make it work.
Ynarana passionately hated Torvines, and the events of this horrible night with Sethelel being gang raped had only deepened this hatred, but Ynarana's fear of Torvines was even stronger than her hate, and this terrible fear drove her to just keep kissing him passionately to make him treat her kindly.
Torvines was sexually excited now from the heavy kissing, and the kissing changed. Torvines pressed her against a support beam built into the railing, and pulled down her pants.
Ynarana had been expecting this, and had taken the precaution of forcing herself to become damp by thinking about extreme Gwendil things, (and the fold dampeningly gorgeous vampire), for the past few minutes.
Torvines grabbed her vagina with his cold hand, and he smiled delightedly as his cold fingers became slimy on contact.
"COLD!", Ynarana exclaimed, flinching.
Torvines chuckled at her reaction, and fumbled with his armour and pants.
Torvines was soon penetrating her up against the beam, still watching for the vampire as he had intercourse with Ynarana, and Ynarana loudly (and insincerely) moaned passionately for Torvines, closing her eyes and setting her face to look orgasmic.
Torvines seemed delighted with Ynarana's loud and convincing act, and passionately coupled with her.
When Torvines finally finished he looked completely smitten with Ynarana, deep romantic adoration written all over his face.
Ynarana reinforced his love by passionately kissing him before he even pulled out of her, and the pair of them kissed for a long time with Torvines resting inside her.
Torvines was extremely happy with Ynarana when this kissing finally ended, and finally pulled out, putting his manhood away.
The sky had changed now, becoming a faint predawn grey, hiding most of the stars, and the corn fields were completely blanketed under thick impenetrable fog.
The dark elves became more tense as the fog increased, the sun still hadn't quite risen yet, and this would be a perfect window of time for the vampire to attack under the cover of the fog, and kill them with enough time left to escape back into the corn afterwards.
The early morning fog was getting steadily worse, halfway up the tower now and getting steadily higher...
Ynarana trembled as the fog got so high that it poured over the edges of the sentry platform through the gaps in the railing, submerging her feet and ankles under white fog.
The elves couldn't see a thing below them now, the fog hid everything below their ankles in a wall of white mist!
The dark elves wisely fired a few shots down into the fog down the sides of the tower just in case the vampire was trying to silently climb up the sides of the tower.
The shots loudly thudded into the ground below, the vampire apparently not there.
The dark elves took advantage of the huge stocks of crossbow bolts stored in the tower, and just kept a sustained fire down into the fog to dissuade the vampire from trying anything, firing off hundreds of bolts randomly down the sides of the tower.
The fog was now over their heads, they couldn't see a thing!
The dark elves just kept shooting bolts down the sides in the fog, so that it would be suicidal for the vampire to risk attempting to climb up the sides.
The light was growing rapidly now, the sun was either already risen or just about to.
The dark elves had fired over a thousand crossbow bolts now, and the tower was starting to run low on bolts.
The dark elves waited until they each had only two clips full of bolts left, and then retreated down the ladder, closing the sentry platform trapdoor after them.
They climbed down the ladder to the bottom, and then crouched at the bottom, repeater crossbows aimed up, ready to fire if the trapdoor above them opened.
Sethelel was huddled completely naked in a corner, (her clothes and equipment still up on the sentry platform), and she was keeping her distance from the men, but at a harsh barked command from Torvines she fearfully joined the other dark elves, and obediently aimed a spare repeater crossbow (taken from the tower stores) up at the trap door, ready to fire.
Absolutely nothing happened...
The dark elves simply held their vigil, not relaxing. They would not die now after surviving so long.
The time just stretched on, none of them having a clear idea how long before it was safe to go back up.
Torvines looked at the fireplace, and pointed to one of the small burning logs on the right.
"When that log on the right is reduced to ashes, enough time will have passed for the top of the tower to be clear of fog and bathed in sunlight," Torvines told them all.
The dark elves all nodded and waited.
***...
It felt like an eternity, but eventually the burning log Torvines had pointed to had burned away to nothing, and the dark elves sighed in hesitant relief.
Torvines climbed the ladder first, and cautiously lifted the trapdoor.
Blinding clear sunlight flooded the trapdoor opening as the trapdoor was opened, and Torvines climbed out into the light, looked all around, and then waved to the other dark elves to come up and join him.
Ynarana and the others climbed the ladder enthusiastically, and Ynarana sighed in bliss as she climbed out into glorious morning sunlight.
The sun was low in the sky above a sea of white fog, hitting the covered sentry platform with light from a sideways direction so that the entire platform was bathed in sunlight. The vampire could not touch them out in this, they were finally safe!
Ynarana joyfully looked around.
The ground was still hidden by the fog, as was the corn, but the fog had dropped down more than half the height of the tower, and was steadily dropping in the early morning sun.
The top of the plantation house was already visible in the distance, and dark elves could be seen standing on a sun bathed north facing second floor balcony, looking at Ynarana's tower for any signs of life.
Torvines smiled arrogantly and personally waved around a signal flag to get their attention. The dark elves on the distant balcony waved back with flags of their own, showing that Torvines had been seen.
Torvines arrogantly used flags to tell them that he and his riders had "been attacked by the vampire but had been too strong for it" and "driven it to flee from them in fear"!
This was a massive exaggeration if ever Ynarana had seen one, but Lordling Runor didn't know this. Torvines and his men would come out of this looking very strong indeed and would earn back their earlier elite prestige in their Lordling's sight.
A flag conversation ensued, with Lordling Runor himself coming onto the balcony to direct his side of the dialogue, and Torvines shamelessly portrayed himself and his men as mighty heroes.
Lordling Runor in turn congratulated Torvines for proving himself strong enough to be worthy of continuing to serve as Lordling Runor's chief herald, informing Torvines that he got to keep his position without penalty. The Lordling also informed them that once the fog had completely cleared, a force of many dark riders would rescue them from the tower back to the plantation house.
Ynarana and Sethelel cheered with intense gratitude, they were saved!
***...
Ynarana Mekrath felt strange laying in Torvines' modest two person sized bed, in Torvines' personal room in the plantation house after finally being rescued from the tower by thirty dark riders.
Ynarana, Sethelel, Torvines and his dismounted dark riders had not slept at all in over a day, and all of them were fatigued after their ordeal.
Lordling Runor had debriefed them for an hour, learning everything that had happened, (with only a slight amount of exaggeration to make Torvines and his men look good), and this detailed report had been recorded in writing by a pair of male dark elf scribes for Lordling Runor's records.
The description of the vampire and it's remarkable bewitching beauty and swiftness had especially interested Lordling Runor, who was especially well read on many topics, and the Lordling informed them that what they had encountered was almost certainly a vampire of the "Lahmian Bloodline", whatever that meant.
They had in turn been informed that the vampire had attacked the slaves yet again during the night after being driven off from the watch tower, and had completely drained three human slave men of blood.
Lordling Runor hypothesised that the vampire had been wounded by the dark riders on horseback during the melee battle in the corn, and had needed far more blood than usual to heal herself. Ynarana hadn't noticed any wounds on the flawless body of the vampire, but the vampire had fed on the blood of one of the dark riders in the corn before revealing herself and this had apparently been enough to heal the surface damage, simply requiring extra blood to completely heal the internal wounds.
The dark elves from the watch tower had been exhausted from their ordeal, and after the debrief they had been allowed to go and get some rest.
Sethelel had simply gone to nap in Lordling Runor's giant empty bed, and Ynarana had wanted to join her, but damn Torvines had instead led Ynarana away to his own bed, calling it "their bed now".
Ynarana personally doubted that Lordling Runor would let Ynarana sleep in Torvines' bed at night before Ynarana and Torvines were actually married, but the Lordling was currently out of bed as it was daytime, so didn't seem to mind letting Torvines share a daytime nap with Torvines' own betrothed, (generous for Lordling Runor.)
Ynarana had never been in Torvines personal room before, and to be honest she had never even been into this part of the plantation house. The plantation house building was two stories high but absolutely massive, with four huge long wings built out to each side of the massive central square building, giving the building a cross shape if viewed from the air.
Ynarana had only been in the public ground floor areas and in the second floor west wing that contained Lordling Runor's bedroom, never having felt the desire to go exploring the building for fear of annoying other dark elves. The building was home to over 100 dark elves and the second floor was devoted almost entirely to the bedrooms of various people, so snooping around these places was not welcomed.
Torvines' room was on the second floor and located in the east wing of the plantation house where Ynarana had never been before. It was nothing like as large as Lordling Runor's princely giant room, but it was still generously large and well furnished, and filled with Torvines' many belongings.
Torvines Movavul was "middle born", rather than low born like Ynarana and the other Gwendil women on this plantation. He was a member of the professional highly skilled warrior middle class, a class who cultivated precocious horsemanship skills or other highly valued skills to guarantee themselves a higher status in Naggaroth society.
The middle born class was far bigger than the knightly and nobility and high born classes, but far smaller than the teaming low born class, and helped to bridge the gap between the two other classes, helping to transmit information and orders as the personal heralds and messengers of the noble class. The middle born included the dark riders and similar highly skilled segments of dark elf society.
Torvines Movavul had been all too happy to arrogantly tell Ynarana some of the details about his childhood. He was the son of a dark rider in Clar Karond, and his father had groomed him from birth to ride and understand horses, training him in the extensive stables and riding yards of this great city. Clar Karond had always been famous for its horses and those who rode them, and had one of the largest and most highly trained forces of dark riders in the whole of Naggaroth.
Torvines Movavul had been schooled in fine horsemanship by his father and the other highly regarded dark riders his father rubbed shoulders with, and had been guaranteed to do well in life. Horses were so vital and so expensive that a highly skilled rider from the illustrious cavalry yards of Clar Karond was always in high demand.
Torvines Movavul could have gone almost anywhere seeking employment as a dark rider in the service of some member of the nobility, he could have joined a black ark or found some mighty high born employer of great prestige. But the minor lordlings of the southern Naggaroth plantations actually paid higher salaries for skilled horsemen then the more prestigious positions did, and Torvines had been attracted out here by the offer of extra money.
Torvines had been working as a rider on this plantation for years now, doing the vital job of patrolling on horseback to recapture slaves trying to escape, saving Lordling Runor a fortune with every slave Torvines recaptured for him. Torvines was an obvious horse riding prodigy with a preternatural skill at horsemanship beyond even the other dark riders on this plantation, and Lordling Runor had noticed this outstanding ability and promoted Torvines to chief herald for it.
Torvines had then met Ynarana while working here, and had fallen so madly in love with her that he wanted her to be his wife. This had clearly never been something that Torvines had originally planned for, Ynarana wasn't even in his social class, it had just happened the way these sort of things sometimes do in life.
Ynarana's story was far less nice and happy. She was low born, and low even by low born standards. Both of Ynarana's parents worked as slave drivers in an absolutely filthy reeking leather tannery in one of the poor districts in Clar Karond. Leather tanning was a filthy and malodorous industry, using sewerage and horrible chemicals to treat leather in the tanning process. The interior of the tannery buildings stank worse than anything imaginable, and was quite amazingly unhygienic.
All of the labour and disgusting jobs in the tannery were of course given to slaves, that went without saying, but these slaves still needed whip wielding dark elves to watch them and motivate them to work harder, and both of Ynarana's parents were employed in this role.
Even just driving the slaves to do all the work was horrible in those reeking tannery buildings, as the slave drivers still had to breathe the disgusting air and be inside the filthy buildings all day. The pay was not the worst in Naggaroth, (as no one would do the job if anything higher paying was available), but for how uncomfortable and undignified it was it paid the bare minimum to keep dark elves working there.
Working in a tannery automatically demoted a dark elf to the lowest social status of any free dark elf in Naggaroth, as it was so undignified and gave the dark elf workers such a terrible smell clinging to their bodies, that everyone else simply assumed that you were absolutely desperate for the money at the expense of your dignity, and therefore you were obviously weak and poverty stricken.
As the daughter of tannery workers, Ynarana was automatically born into the lowest of the low born class, and being secretly a Gwendil made her even more vulnerable. She had been dealt a hideous hand in life for a dark elf, and the only positive thing she had been born with was her beauty and sexual attractiveness.
Ynarana was not boasting to say that she was a beautiful woman, everyone told her that she was unusually beautiful. She was no witch elf or sorceress in looks, but she was still well above average.
She was as tall and slender as any elf, but she had been blessed with rather large breasts for an elf, and had a beautiful face. Her skin was not perfect, being the child of tannery workers had damaged her skin a bit from exposure to the hazardous substances in the tannery when she helped her parents with unpaid child labour, (as was usual in Naggaroth, low born parents didn't just feed and raise you for free without at least making a profit from your unpaid labour).
Her parents had wanted her to join them in the tannery slave driving profession, planning to exploit her for labour and pocket half her wages for themselves for at least a hundred years in return for giving her life, and had Ynarana not been a Gwendil then she would have obeyed the extremely normal wishes of her parents.
Ynarana had discovered that she was a Gwendil in her adolescent years, and had been so deeply afraid. She had never dared to tell her parents nor anyone else, and had spent most of her early adolescent years secretly praying to Khaine to make her normal like all the other female elves were.
An elderly female elf unmarried spinster in the neighbourhood had then seemed to sense something different about Ynarana, and started to take an unusual interest in Ynarana when she started to physically develop but was not yet a woman, and this wrinkly elderly elf woman had deliberately befriended Ynarana and started treating her favourably. Ynarana had been suspicious, but the old woman had gradually built up enough of Ynarana's trust to invite Ynarana into her home one day to share a light meal.
The young lowest born Ynarana was literally nobody worth assassinating, so had not feared being poisoned. She had been slightly concerned that she might be drugged and sold into slavery, but her parents knew the old woman and Ynarana had told them she was visiting her so that they would know where to look if Ynarana didn't return. Ynarana's parents had not been concerned about a harmless old spinster befriending their daughter, assuming that the old woman merely regretted in her old age never having children and was simply trying to fill this void with Ynarana.
Ynarana had entered the home alone with the old elf woman, the woman had then told Ynarana, "you are not alone, I too am a Gwendil".
Ynarana had been shocked and had initially fearfully passionately denied that she was a Gwendil, terrified that this was some sort of trap to trick her into confessing. The old woman had seen through this denial, and had simply persisted in reaching out to Ynarana.
Ynarana had wept emotional tears when the old elf woman convinced her that this wasn't a trick, and had felt an enormous weight lift off her heart to just not be alone anymore in this horrible secret.
Ynarana had spent many hours at the old woman's home that day, and had talked to her in depth about being a Gwendil, feeling a glorious release to even be able to talk about it.
The old woman had told Ynarana that they "didn't just have to *talk* about it", and had made sexual advances on the young Ynarana!
Ynarana had been chilled by the sexual advance, but had been too desperate to refuse. Having finally found a fellow Gwendil to share this terrible burden with, Ynarana could not endure to lose this precious fellowship and had let the old woman touch her and do things to her young body.
It had been a shocking act of sexual exploitation to one so desperate and vulnerable, and Ynarana had felt dirty afterwards.
Ynarana had been very quiet when she returned to her parents, and avoided the old woman for a few days after that...
Ynarana had had little choice but to return to the old woman, needing a fellow Gwendil just to talk to and advise Ynarana about her terrible secret, and the old woman had been all too happy to welcome her back again.
The old Gwendil woman had then spent years taking ruthless sexual advantage of the vulnerable young Ynarana, interfering with her developing young naked body, making Ynarana perform sexual acts on the old woman's wrinkly naked body, taking the extremely desperate and vulnerable Ynarana as her (reluctant) lover.
As heartless and cold as this sexual exploitation had been, it had allowed Ynarana to gradually learn the precious information that she needed to survive as a Gwendil.
The old woman had grudgingly introduced her underage lover Ynarana to other Gwendils in Clar Karond, and Ynarana had very gradually built up a network of Gwendils she knew, becoming a part of the secret highly forbidden Gwendil community in the city.
The old Gwendil woman, Nilla Hahortash was her name, had remained Ynarana's lover for years right up until Ynarana was old enough to leave her parents, and had well and truly extracted a huge payment of sex from Ynarana by the time she finally let her go. Ynarana had learned well from her lover and mentor over the years they were together, and had been well versed in the secrets of the Gwendil community.
Ynarana and Nilla had maintained their relationship for so long without suspicion because it outwardly appeared to be a grandmotherly relationship, just a sad old spinster taking some young girl under her wing in a motherly sort of way. Even Ynarana's parents hadn't found anything suspicious about this, as it had started back when Ynarana was quite young and then simply continued. Ynarana had rarely spent the night with Nilla, and simply appeared to visit her for a few hours each day.
Had Ynarana been content with Nilla's wrinkly old body, then the pair could have safely continued long term without raising suspicions. But Ynarana had grown tired of years of elderly flesh and had desired young attractive women. But unfortunately young and attractive women raised suspicions of being a Gwendil.
Ynarana had been intimate with a few desirable young women in Clar Karond, but this had raised suspicions and she had almost been caught a few times, barely escaping. The same people who didn't blink at Nilla became deeply suspicious to see Ynarana in the company of other young women, and it had become very dangerous to stay.
Using her network of fellow Gwendil women, Ynarana had learned of the nice safe Gwendil communities of these plantations and had fled the city, much to the annoyance of her parents who had not yet finished exploiting her for labour and wage theft.
Ynarana Mekrath had been unable to hide her status as a lowest born tannery worker, her skin had the telltale signs of slight damage from the chemicals, and the stench of the tannery clung to her skin and clothing, unable to be fully washed off before she arrived. Ynarana had arrived at the plantation still carrying this distinctive smell when she approached Lordling Runor to ask for work, and he had noticed it instantly but still found her attractive enough to sleep with for the job.
The tannery smell had gradually faded away completely after a few weeks in the plantation, and her skin had improved. But by the time the telltale signs had vanished, everyone in the plantation already knew that she was lowest born.
Ynarana had then enjoyed the best time of her life on this plantation, engaging in full Gwendil orgies every single night with big groups of young gorgeous women, completely safe from persecution so long as she was careful. This plantation was a Gwendil paradise, a heavenly place of delights to enjoy being a Gwendil without fearing for her life.
The pay was far less than what the tannery paid, (otherwise no one would stay working in the tannery), and the sexual exploitation of female employees was a thousand times worse than the tannery, but this didn't matter to the desperate Gwendils. By being brazenly sexual with Lordling Runor you could earn enough extra tips to get by with a comfortable profit to build up your savings, and the work was extremely easy.
Ynarana Mekrath the beautiful lowest born tanner's daughter and secret Gwendil had then unexpectedly caught the eye of the high ranking middle born Herald Torvines Movavul, and was now engaged to marry the arrogant high ranking Herald, elevating her social status considerably.
It was unusual for a middle born dark elf to marry a low born dark elf, but not unheard of. The high born and nobility almost never married below their class, with most marriages being arranged to other members of their exalted social class, but the middle born had more freedom to marry who they wished even outside their class. Torvines' parents might have some reservations about having a lowest born tanner's daughter for a new daughter-in-law, but would most likely still reluctantly accept the marriage after some initial disapproval.
Ynarana's parents on the other hand would be absolutely delighted when they heard this news that Ynarana was engaged to a middle born Herald, (and would brag about it to everyone they knew). They would completely forgive her for running away and would welcome her back with open arms.
Ynarana's bad reputation in the poor district of Clar Karond would drastically improve, and those who had blackly suspected her of being a secret Gwendil would calm their suspicions, at the news that she went out to a plantation and got married to a dashing herald, admitting that they were obviously wrong about her.
Ynarana sighed softly to herself as she lay naked under the covers in Torvines' bed with Torvines, surprised by the fates that had led to this.
Torvines rolled under the covers to press against her in a tight naked cuddle, his hands playing over her body.
Ynarana turned her head to look at him, and he kissed her lips instantly.
Ynarana returned the kiss automatically without even thinking about it, and did not resist him in any way as he was affectionate with her body.
Torvines held one of her bare breasts with his hand, and began squeezing and playing with it, running a finger tip over the nipple. Ynarana felt extremely uncomfortable from this intimate touch from this man she feared and hated, but did not show this on her face, merely setting her face to look sleepy.
"I adore your large breasts, they are just so... Big," Torvines told her fondly, playing with her milk gland.
"The vampire had bigger," Ynarana shrugged.
Torvines frowned at this.
"I am being serious Ynarana," Torvines said frowning.
"Serious about my breast size?", Ynarana asked him with a careful tone of playful affection.
Torvines chuckled, his frown dispelled by her words and tone, and continued to molest her bare breasts under the bed covers with his hands.
"I like your breasts, I believe that the most beautiful part of a woman is the breasts, your breasts are your most attractive feature," Torvines said fondly, apparently not joking.
Ynarana just stared at him dumbfounded at this appalling display of misogyny, bewildered by his words.
"What is my most attractive feature to you?", Torvines asked her obliviously.
"All of you, I couldn't pick just one part above the others," Ynarana lied enthusiastically, fearful of offending him.
"All of me you say?, (chuckles), I like that", Torvines replied fondly, still playing with her breasts.
"I am tired, I have not slept in a long time," Ynarana said suggestively before this exasperating conversation could continue.
Torvines nodded.
"Of course my dear, I am tired too to be honest. Perhaps we should get some sleep," Torvines allowed, and settled down to sleep, (still holding her breast with one hand).
Ynarana got as comfortable as she could, and almost before she knew it she was fast asleep.
***...
Ynarana was awoken some hours later by Torvines playing with her breasts again, and groaned grumpily at being awakened. She was still very tired and needed more sleep.
"Now now Ynarana, you need not make such irritated sounds at your dear betrothed, I am almost offended," Torvines told her in an unreadable tone.
"I'm sorry Torvines, I groan a lot when I get woken up, I greatly enjoy my sleep," Ynarana apologised immediately.
"You are forgiven my dear," Torvines said fondly, kissing her on the lips.
Ynarana felt her breasts being squeezed and fondled enthusiastically under the covers, and blinked sleepily at Torvines, just wanting him to stop.
"I am so looking forward to you being my wife, I will play with your big breasts every day," Torvines told her lovingly, squeezing them like crazy.
"I have other body parts," Ynarana told him in false bemusement.
"Indeed," Torvines purred, and buried a hand between her legs.
"You are dry?", Torvines asked disappointedly, feeling her bone dry nether regions.
"I am not even fully awake," Ynarana reassured him, giving a fake yawn for emphasis.
"Oh, well that is unfortunate," Torvines said in slight disappointment.
"I am not much of a morning person," Ynarana said in a very sleepy voice, and attempted to go back to sleep.
Torvines simply continued playing with her body in irritating ways, making sleep impossible.
Ynarana glanced at the heavily shuttered window, it was still light outside and seemed after noon.
Ynarana stretched her arms above her head with a feminine groan, and tried to get up out of bed.
"Why are you getting out of bed?", Torvines asked her.
"I don't think I will go back to sleep," Ynarana informed him, sitting naked on the edge of the bed now.
Torvines came up behind her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, preventing her from escaping.
"Who said anything about going back to sleep?", Torvines purred huskily in her ear and resumed touching her inappropriately.
Ynarana figured out that she would get no peace at all until he had sex with her, and she started deliberately thinking about the naked body of the Lahmian vampire to get herself wet. Ynarana had an amazing ability to get wet just thinking about that vampire, and was soon so wet from sexually fantasising about the vampire that fluid from her feminine opening was running down her skin onto the bedding under her!
Ynarana quickly drew Torvines' attention to her extremely moistened state, and he was delighted with the slimy mess and eagerly penetrated her.
Ynarana thought about the vampire the entire time Torvines had sex with her, imagining the vampire doing erotic things to her yearning naked body, and Ynarana's loins made a frightful mess.
Ynarana imagined that it was the vampire not Torvines who was penetrating her, and was amazed when she had a genuine orgasm from Torvines' penis!
Ynarana wanted more!
Ynarana passionately coupled with Torvines in an energetic sexual frenzy, imagining that Torvines was the vampire wearing a strapped on wooden member, and she orgasmed hard again and again, moaning very loudly with extreme pleasure!
Ynarana just couldn't stop, she was bewitched. The terrible seductive magic of that Lahmian vampire had driven her mad with lust!
Torvines was surprised but delighted by her enthusiastic sexual performance, and he eagerly encouraged her to continue.
For how many hours Ynarana continued, she could not say. She was just so horny every time she thought about the Lahmian vampire, so sexually aroused that it was scary!
Ynarana wanted so badly to find that vampire again, and do more than just look at her this time. Ynarana had never been more attracted to anything, even the insanely beautiful witch elves of Clar Karond hadn't made Ynarana this crazily wet with desire!
Ynarana just kept making the most energetic sex with Torvines, imagining he was the vampire the entire time, and her orgasms were loud and endless.
"I, I hate to say this, but I can't go on," Torvines panted apologetically some time after sunset.
"But I want more!", Ynarana pleaded him, desperate to keep having orgasms while fantasising about the vampire.
"By Khaine I have found the best wife in the whole length and breadth of Naggaroth!", Torvines praised her in open mouthed wonder and appreciation.
Ynarana tried to simply continue with him, but Torvines resisted, apologising profusely for resisting her.
Ynarana was still in a sexual frenzy, but without Torvines cooperating it would be very difficult to continue. Ynarana considered practicing self stimulation, but was worried what Torvines would think of this, so she instead simply used her entire force of will to calm down her raging lust.
Ynarana lay panting on the sweat covered bed, Torvines' copious seed pouring out of her onto the sweat soaked bedding, and gasped in deep breaths to recover from her strenuous energetic acts of sexual passion.
Torvines lay naked on the bed next to her, shaking with exhaustion and looking at Ynarana with complete awe and appreciation.
"I honestly have no words, no words could do justice to how wonderful that was," Torvines told her in a hushed tone of deep respect.
Ynarana merely nodded in exhaustion, still breathing heavily after her exertion.
For a while they just lay together on the sweat drenched clammy bed, recovering their stamina.
Eventually Ynarana was sufficiently recovered that she could endure the clammy bedding no longer, and finally got up.
Torvines did not attempt to stop her getting up this time, and Ynarana gratefully got dressed and stood up, not wanting to be on the sodden bed any longer.
Ynarana gazed at the completely sweat defiled bed with the exhausted naked Torvines laying sexually defeated on top of it, and was utterly amazed with herself.
The mere thought of that Lahmian vampire had enabled Ynarana the Gwendil to do all of this!
Ynarana was simply amazed.
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