Chapter 5(Von)
Ynarana's mouth was hanging open in orgasmic ecstasy, Sethelel's tongue felt SO wonderfully good on Ynarana's slimy feminine anatomy!
Ynarana and a number of other Gwendils were currently enjoying their first ever night shift locked in one of the newly constructed watch towers overlooking the slave houses, and they really were having a wonderful time.
Ynarana and her fellow Gwendils had barely worn any clothes at all since they entered the tower and barred the heavy door, enthusiastically stripping off immediately, and they had been enjoying themselves greatly.
Ynarana was currently standing sentry completely naked in the covered sentry platform at the top of the tower, and an equally naked Sethelel was currently kneeling on the floor with her mouth on Ynarana's private parts. The platform was completely enclosed with thick wooden walls with only tiny arrow slits for openings, hiding the Gwendils from view, and the delicious warmth of the ground floor fireplace entered up through the open trap door of the ladder shaft, filling this enclosed space with comfortable warmth to be naked in.
A pair of Gwendils were down on the ground floor to keep the fire going, (in between their passionate intimacies), and the rest of the Gwendils in this particular tower were up here on the sentry platform, they were making at least a halfhearted attempt to actually watch for the vampire, but they really had other things on their minds right now.
The Gwendils had not enjoyed Gwendil sex in weeks, and now that their long unwilling abstinence was finally over, they were going a little bit crazy with far more sex than they usually would have.
Ynarana silenced her moans with a hand as Sethelel's tongue did the most wonderful things, not wanting the nearby plantation house to hear, and her entire body shuddered with incredible climax.
Ynarana and Sethelel had deepened their relationship quite a lot over the weeks since they were trapped in the watch tower with the dark riders for a night. The pair of Gwendils were inseparably close, always sitting together and giggling with each other at every opportunity.
The enforced abstinence from Gwendil sex and general lack of privacy had prevented them from getting romantic or even talking about their relationship, and they were not entirely sure exactly what sort of relationship their relationship even was as a result. But whatever the relationship was, the pair of them were certainly warm friends if nothing else.
Sethelel had recovered from her gang rape a few weeks ago, or at least was good at pretending that she had recovered. The dark elves showed neither tolerance nor mercy to the weak, and the victims of rape and other acts of being overpowered by one stronger were usually mocked by everyone else for being weak enough to be overpowered and raped, and shown no sympathy.
Rape victims were expected to be strong enough to at least get over it quickly, and the only way to regain the respect of your peers after being raped was to shrug off the trauma as quickly as possible as a display of strength. Sethelel had done exactly this, and had apparently gotten over it in only a few days and now seemed fine.
Ynarana was proud of Sethelel for being strong enough to get over her gang rape like a strong dark elf worthy of the name, and had warmly encouraged her in her strength, praising her for days and making her feel good about herself.
Ynarana and Sethelel had been snuggling and giggling together for weeks, getting emotionally closer and closer, unable to do anything more intimate. Now that they finally had complete privacy in the tower after weeks of abstinence, Ynarana and Sethelel were in a sexual frenzy with each other, unable to stop making love to each other and spurning the other Gwendils to focus solely on each other.
Sethelel stood up in the dim light of the single small candle that gave light to the sentry platform, her mouth and chin and cheeks glistening with Ynarana's fluids, and Ynarana kissed her romantically. Her mouth smelled and tasted strongly of Ynarana's private parts, and Ynarana smiled with amusement.
Ynarana lovingly pressed Sethelel back against the wall, and kissed her hungrily, savouring the kisses with genuine desire, not faking it like she did with Torvines.
Sethelel was just so beautiful, her slender naked feminine body was so soft and smooth to the touch, her fluid soaked aroused looking face was stunningly gorgeous, her long black hair hanging freely down her back and over her shoulders. Ynarana could not stop kissing this gorgeous woman even if she tried, Sethelel was just too sexy to stop kissing.
Ynarana eagerly put a hand on Sethelel's front lower opening, and the slimy clear fluid of aroused womanhood seeped between Ynarana's fingers.
Ynarana smiled mischievously at this copious wetness, and put two fingers inside the source of this slimy mess, bobbing the pair of fingers in and out slowly and gently.
Sethelel bit her lip to stop herself from moaning even as they continued to kiss, and closed her eyes in ecstasy, her gorgeous face contorted with intense pleasure.
Ynarana grinned triumphantly with her kissing mouth, and showed no mercy in giving Sethelel more pleasure than she could handle, pressing Sethelel hard against the wall so that she didn't fall over in her witless pleasure stupor.
Sethelel's womanly opening made the most frightful and delightful mess, a Gwendil through and through, and at the end of multiple messy climaxes she slid down the wall in sexual defeat, covered in sweat and panting to regain her breath, vagina dribbling fluid all over the wooden floor boards under her.
Ynarana grinned in triumphant satisfaction, very proud of her own sexual performance, and resumed looking out one of the arrow slits to watch for the vampire.
The plantation grounds were dark and quiet, lit only by the light of a half moon from the large moon Mannslieb, and the smaller moon Morrslieb was barely visible at all tonight. It was not the darkest night, about average really.
Below the watch tower was a row of large decrepit slave houses that each held over a hundred slaves crammed inside to sleep. The slave houses were each about the size of a barn and contained several rooms, and each had only one outside door that was securely locked from the outside, locking the slaves inside.
The slave houses were putrid and infested with lice and fleas and other biting insects. They had no furniture beyond barrels of drinking water and buckets to toilet in, and the floor was covered in thick layers of dry corn stalks that the slaves slept on.
The slave houses had no fireplaces or fires inside, and the slaves had to lay huddled tightly together to keep warm, their filthy abused bodies clad only in whatever rags they had been wearing when they arrived in the plantation. The slaves were all humans, and bred like vermin with each other to produce yet more slaves, but the young frequently didn't survive the cold winters, with apparently less than one in five of the young slave pups surviving to adulthood according to local gossip.
The plantation had thousands of slaves, and without these slaves the plantation crops could not be grown and harvested. They were the lifeblood of the plantation that generated all of the profits.
A number of newly constructed watch towers now overlooked these slave houses, the towers all filled with Gwendils now, and beyond these towers was an open muster yard of muddy bare ground churned by many feet each day, and a small settlement of various buildings, with the plantation house off to one side of the open muddy muster yard.
Ynarana surveyed these surroundings with a sharp eye as she impatiently waited for Sethelel to regain enough stamina to continue to play, hoping to see the vampire.
Sethelel seemed to need quite some time to recover, and Ynarana impatiently continued watching. It was probably a good thing that Ynarana was watching right now, the other naked Gwendils were not exactly focused on keeping watch right at this moment.
Just when Sethelel was ready to go again, movement in the distance caught Ynarana's eye.
Something was moving at the edge of the corn fields.
Ynarana peered at the moving something as Sethelel's mouth made pleasurable contact with Ynarana's female opening, and Ynarana absentmindedly patted Sethelel's slightly sweaty hair as she stood watching out the arrow slit.
The moving thing was getting closer, it was a figure covered in a black cloak, and it was heading straight for the slave houses!
Ynarana alerted Sethelel and the other Gwendils with urgent quiet hissing, not taking her eyes off the figure for an instant, and the Gwendils all grabbed up repeater crossbows and took positions at arrow slits.
The figure got closer, and one of the other Gwendils fired a shot at it.
The figure moved with blurring speed, raising a hand to grab the crossbow bolt immobile in the air and then toss it aside.
The figure threw off it's cloak in one fluid motion, and the exquisitely beautiful blonde naked vampire was revealed.
The vampire jiggled her impressive bare breasts at the tower, and Ynarana and the other Gwendils were transfixed in awe of this loveliness.
One of the other more distant towers suddenly fired a hail of bolts from an unexpected angle, taking the vampire by surprise.
The vampire leapt aside, breaking the earlier bewitchment on Ynarana's own tower, and Ynarana's tower fired off a hail of bolts too.
The vampire was looking harassed now, and was trying to jiggle herself at all the towers at the same time.
It was extremely pleasing to watch, but this unfocused jiggling wasn't quite enough to prevent the Gwendils from firing.
Ynarana fired, but deliberately missed, not wanting to stop this pleasing show so early. Other Gwendils seemed to have the same idea, and shots flew everywhere not aimed at the vampire.
This turned out to be bad for the vampire, she tried to dodge those few shots aimed at her and got in the path of these poorly aimed bolts!
A crossbow bolt hit the vampire in the right thigh, sticking right through the leg and getting stuck fast!
The vampire didn't seem to be harmed by this shot through the leg, but another bolt got her right through her right nipple like a bullseye, and she DEFINITELY felt that shot!
The vampire screamed loudly in pain, a barbed crossbow bolt buried in her right breast, and she backed away from the bolts, clearly wounded.
The vampire grabbed up her cloak and fled back into the corn, and the Gwendils cheered in triumph so loudly that they seemed to wake the entire plantation house.
"What happened?", voices loudly called from the shuttered windows of the plantation house.
"We got the vampire!", Gwendils triumphantly shouted back.
"Dead?"
"No only wounded, shot her right in the tit, you should have seen her scream with pain with a crossbow bolt stuck right in her nipple!", one of the Gwendils replied gleefully.
The plantation house laughed cruelly with the laughter of many dark elves at this sadistic description.
"Where is the vampire now?", Lordling Runor himself called from a shuttered window.
"Fled away weeping like a little baby," a Gwendil in another tower laughed in reply.
The plantation house erupted with laughter again.
"Excellent work ladies," Lordling Runor congratulated them proudly.
The Gwendils happily basked in this praise, and recounted what they had seen as well as they could with this long distance conversation.
The conversation and general congratulations eventually died down, and the people in the plantation house went back to bed. The Gwendils in the towers enthusiastically returned to their earlier intimacy with each other as soon as they felt comfortable that they had privacy, keeping the noise to a minimum just in case anyone in the plantation house was awake and listening.
Ynarana happily turned her attention to Sethelel.
Ynarana and the other women were all damper than ever after seeing the intensely desirable naked vampire, and the resulting sex was even more passionate than earlier.
Ynarana was just getting hot and heavy on the floor with Sethelel when there was a loud crash from the door of one of the slave houses!
"You bitch!", Gwendils shouted angrily, uncoupling from each other and grabbing up their repeater crossbows, rushing to the arrow slits!
The door to a slave house lay on the ground ripped off it's hinges, and the sounds of slaves screaming echoed from inside the slave house!
The damn vampire had waited until the Gwendils were busily distracted having sex, and had then stealthily snuck up to the slave houses without being noticed!
There was loud pandemonium in the watch towers as the women realised they had been tricked, and every Gwendil now wrathfully aimed their repeater crossbows at the door, ready to shoot the vampire in revenge as soon as she tried to leave.
The plantation house was awake again, and Lordling Runor asked the tower women what was happening.
"The vampire snuck right past us and is now in a slave house feeding!", a Gwendil told him sheepishly.
"WHAT?!", Lordling Runor shouted.
"We didn't see her!", every Gwendil including Ynarana replied in unison, all sounding mortified with themselves.
"You ALL didn't see her?!", Lordling Runor shouted incredulously.
"The vampire used magic to turn invisible!", one of the Gwendils lied defensively.
This was a lie but a damn good excuse, and Ynarana and the other Gwendils did not hesitate to all repeat this lie, as it was much less humiliating than admitting that none of them had actually been watching.
Lordling Runor paused at this claim. Vampires were known to be capable of casting magic and it was not that incredulous a claim, especially when a lot of sharp eyed dark elf sentries had all failed to see her at the same time.
Lordling Runor's anger towards the women calmed somewhat at the lie that the vampire had used magic to become invisible, even dark elves could not be expected to see a wizard using magic to turn invisible.
Ynarana and the other Gwendils just kept watching the doorway, perfectly aware that the vampire wasn't invisible at all, determined to shoot her full of bolts for humiliating them like this.
The sounds of slaves screaming continued from within the slave house, and a group of figures suddenly sprinted out of the doorway!
The Gwendils fired instantly, and the figures fell down full of bolts, some already dead and some screaming but mortally wounded.
Ynarana looked down at the sprawled figures and cursed, they were just human slaves fleeing from the vampire, (and rather expensive)!
The loud mayhem inside the slave house continued, and more figures fled out the door.
The Gwendils held their fire this time, fearing the rage of Lordling Runor if they killed any more expensive slaves, and they tried to identify each target just to be sure it was the vampire.
The sounds inside the slave house changed, becoming aggressive hissing and loud screaming panic.
An absolutely huge group of figures fled out the door now, and the Gwendils cursed, trying desperately to identify so many potential targets.
A black cloaked figure among this milling crowd of panicking slaves suddenly broke away from the crowd and sprinted away with unnatural speed before the Gwendils could even react!
Every Gwendil in every tower yelled with rage and fired a huge fusillade of rapid fire bolts after the fleeing vampire.
The vampire suddenly zigzagged with extreme agility, and the bolts missed her, some only missing her by inches with so much fire.
The vampire ducked around behind the side of a parked empty wagon at the side of the muster ground for cover.
Hundreds of crossbow bolts slammed into the thick wood of the wagon, but none pierced through the wood.
The Gwendils paused their fire, a mistake, as the vampire darted from cover the moment the fire stopped!
The Gwendils resumed firing but the vampire had the advantage of a head start, and ducked around the side of a barn before a single bolt had time to close the distance!
The vampire could no longer be seen by any tower, and the barn blocked line of sight all the way to the edge of the corn field!
The Gwendils spitefully aimed their repeater crossbows up and fired, so that bolts rained down on the ground beyond the barn from above.
The Gwendils fired for a long time, but they didn't see the vampire again that night and had no idea if they hit her or not.
Ynarana cursed, bitterly humiliated, and returned to Sethelel, but she never stopped watching this time as Sethelel knelt and kissed her private parts. She would not make that same mistake again.
***...
Ynarana felt humiliated in the morning after the events of last night. Four slaves had been eaten by the vampire during the night, another six slaves had been shot dead by the Gwendils in mistake.
Lordling Runor was not impressed with these losses, ten slaves dead in one night was even worse than any night before the watch towers began operation, making the problem worse rather than better!
Only the lie that the vampire had used magic had spared the Gwendils from being punished for incompetence, and none of the Gwendils felt good about themselves right now.
Ynarana currently sat at the breakfast table with her parents and Torvines, her head hung in shame and not saying much.
It was still several days until Ynarana's wedding to Torvines, and Torvines' parents would arrive soon, which would only add to Ynarana's negative mood.
"You don't need to take it so hard, the vampires used magic after all," Ynarana's mother reassured sycophantically, rubbing Ynarana's back soothingly.
"It was still utterly humiliating," Ynarana said bitterly.
"These vampires are irritating pests," Torvines encouraged her.
"Shooting those slaves by mistake was really embarrassing, we should have checked our targets," Ynarana replied bitterly.
"It serves those rotten slaves right for trying to escape from their pen, they deserved to be shot," Ynarana's mother encouraged her.
"It's just the principle of it all," Ynarana grumbled.
"At least that one vampire got an arrow through the breast. Was she really naked?", Ynarana's father asked.
"Yes, she had a black cloak on to start with but took it off, she is a bit of a flasher that vampire," Ynarana explained.
"You have seen her before?", Ynarana's father asked.
"It was the same vampire that tried to bite me in the corn field, she is a very regular nuisance around here," Ynarana explained.
"That's a coincidence, how many other vampires did you see last night?", Ynarana's mother inquired.
"Well it's hard to say, couldn't even see them at one stage. The flashing vampire was the one I was focused on trying to shoot," Ynarana lied.
"Well four slaves got eaten, so maybe there were four, oh plus the nudist female that ran away with a bolt in the mammary, so I am guessing five vampires?", Ynarana's father reasoned quite mistakenly.
Ynarana and Torvines both shrugged in unison.
"Do these vampires have names?", Ynarana's mother asked suddenly.
Ynarana laughed at the question, "I really have no idea, they are not exactly friendly and talkative, they just hiss a lot," Ynarana mused.
"Probably have bizarre names like Vlad," Ynarana's father chuckled.
"What about the female one?", Ynarana's mother asked.
"The female one is probably also named Vlad," Ynarana's father chuckled.
"Isn't Vlad a man's name?", Ynarana's mother pointed out.
"Vladana?", Torvines suggested amusedly.
Ynarana laughed, "yes Vladana!, I love that name for her!"
"Vladana it is then, Vladana the nudist vampire with a crossbow bolt in her tit", Torvines said laughing in delight.
"It really was a good shot to hit Vladana in the tit," Ynarana's father added sycophantically.
"Not as hard as you would think, Vladana is rather large in the mammary glands," Torvines quipped.
"Oh?", Ynarana's father replied.
"They are absolutely huge," Ynarana agreed with a snort of amusement.
Torvines held his hands out in front of his chest to visually illustrate Vladana's impressive bust.
"Oh my," Ynarana's mother exclaimed quietly.
"Makes me feel quite inadequate," Ynarana added with a chuckle.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that, you are very very adequate," Torvines purred, groping Ynarana's breasts through her clothes in front of her parents!
Ynarana's parents shifted awkwardly but said nothing, far too desperate for this high status new son in law to dare to risk offending him by objecting.
"Not in front of my parents for Khaine's sake!", Ynarana hissed an urgent whisper at Torvines, unable to believe his behaviour sometimes!
Torvines heard her frantic whisper and turned his gaze to look at Ynarana's parents.
"Don't stop on our account, you are marrying our daughter after all," Ynarana's father reassured like a shameless boot lick.
Torvines nodded but seemed embarrassed now and unhanded Ynarana's mammary glands.
"You can do all that later any time, just not in front of my parents," Ynarana whispered placatingly in Torvines ear.
Torvines nodded and whispered back, "yes you are right of course, we can continue this later in private".
Ynarana kissed Torvines on the lips in thanks and hugged him, and returned to eating her breakfast.
Ynarana took her leave from the table soon afterwards, and walked holding hands with Torvines towards Torvines' bedroom.
Ynarana had been awake all night and needed to sleep.
The betrothed pair entered the bedroom, and Ynarana stripped naked for bed, climbing under the covers.
Torvines didn't need to sleep and was about to go on duty, but he never the less also stripped naked and got into bed, desiring something other than sleep.
Ynarana fantasised about the vampire to get herself wet, and had highly energetic sex with Torvines for maybe half an hour, at which point he had to leave to go on duty. Ynarana waved to him as he left the room and closed the door behind him, and then settled down under the covers.
Ynarana was still horny from thinking about the vampire, and eagerly caressed her own naked body with her hands under the covers, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Ynarana had been fantasising ever more and more about the erotic body of the vampire over the past few weeks. Everyone has that one sexy person they like to fantasise about during self stimulation, and for Ynarana that sexy person she touched herself to was the vampire.
Seeing the vampire again last night had only strengthened Ynarana's desire, and she was almost addicted to thinking about the vampire now.
Ynarana ran her hands over herself in various places, eyes closed and mouth open, and groaned softly in bliss as she pleasured herself, giving herself little tickles and pinches in various places to excite herself, twisting her nipples painfully hard and pretending that the pain was from the vampire biting her there!
Ynarana gasped and moaned as she imagined the vampire biting her, it was strangely and potently arousing to imagine that perfectly sexy naked vampire biting her in intimate places and sucking her blood!
Ynarana was getting hot and sweaty now and kicked off the bed covers, touching herself furiously.
Ynarana's naked body contorted with pleasure on the bed, twisting her nipple agonisingly hard with one hand and pinching her clitoris agonisingly hard with the other hand, imagining that the vampire was biting her in these places!
Ynarana guiltily thought about Sethelel, and deliberately changed her sexual fantasy to be thinking about making love to Sethelel, as though Ynarana was somehow cheating on Sethelel by fantasising about the vampire.
Ynarana was certainly able to self stimulate thinking about Sethelel, but it wasn't as intense, and she was soon pinching and twisting herself in intimate places thinking about the vampire biting her.
Ynarana climaxed incredibly hard three times in a row, and pushed on into more multiple orgasms, gasping with pleasure.
Ynarana's opening was extremely wet, but the wetness felt strange...
Ynarana lifted her hand off her opening and looked at her fingers.
They were RED!
Was she bleeding?
Ynarana sat up and inspected herself.
Her opening was weeping out red fluid, staining the bedding under her!
Ynarana inspected her vagina for a wound but found none.
Oh...
It was just Ynarana's damn period of menstruation!
Ynarana immediately got up and cleaned her messy flow with a rag, and fussed over the period mess on the bedding, tutting with annoyance.
Ynarana got herself cleaned up and changed the soiled bedding, throwing on some clothes with a rag stuffed down her pants to soak up anymore flow, and taking the soiled bedding immediately to the laundry slaves in the plantation house laundry room to clean up.
Ynarana was just returning to the hallway outside Torvines' bedroom when she saw Torvines and a pair of distinguished looking older elves in expensive clothes, (a man and a woman), standing outside the door, Torvines knocking hesitantly on the door.
"Ynarana?, You are awake and out of bed?", Torvines asked in surprise.
"I had to change the bedding and visit the laundry," Ynarana explained awkwardly.
"Oh?", Torvines asked.
"It was nothing, just got a small stain on the bedding," Ynarana said shyly.
"A stain?, What sort of stain?", Torvines pressed oblivious to how awkward this was.
Ynarana didn't answer.
"I'm getting worried now," Torvines pressed.
"For Khaine's sake Torvines stop embarrassing the girl, she is obviously menstruating!", the distinguished looking elf woman scolded Torvines sharply.
"Oh?, Is that so?", Torvines asked.
Ynarana nodded very softly, feeling embarrassed.
"Ah, I see... Will the stain wash out?"
"TORVINES!", the distinguished woman snapped.
"Yes yes, sorry not important right now," Torvines conceded.
"Anyway, Mother and Father meet my betrothed Ynarana," Torvines introduced.
Ynarana blushed with embarrassment to meet her new parents in law during a conversation about her period!
Torvines really was an idiot!
Ynarana very shyly greeted Torvines' parents with extreme amounts of respect, bowing down before them on one knee three sword lengths away, head hung low with perfect politeness for a prospective daughter in law.
Torvines parents paused, regarding Ynarana as she humbly bowed before them, deciding if they approved of her.
"She certainly is attractive," Torvines' father noted simply in a flat tone.
"A most pretty young elf," Torvines' mother agreed.
Ynarana did not move, did not speak. Torvines' parents were deciding whether or not they approved of Ynarana, as was traditional, and any attempt to rush them in appraising her would be considered deeply rude and impolite.
Ynarana humbly remain down on one knee with her head bowed, completely still, and Torvines' parents began to slowly circle around her, regarding her from every angle.
"A healthy specimen, large breasts, excellent hind quarters, good hips for bearing many children," Torvines' father said out loud, appraising Ynarana as though she was a horse for sale.
"Stand!", Torvines' father commanded sharply.
Ynarana stood without question, back held straight, arms at her sides, head bowed and pointed straight forward, gaze lowered respectfully.
Torvines' father gently but firmly held Ynarana's jaw from below and turned her face this way and that as he wished, inspecting her face very closely.
"A fine face, beautiful, but some slight skin damage. She is the daughter of a tanner yes?", Torvines' father asked.
"Yes Father," Torvines confirmed respectfully to his father.
Torvines' father tutted in annoyance, "a tanner's daughter for a daughter in law..."
"Open your mouth Tanner's daughter!", Torvines' father commanded her sharply.
Ynarana obeyed instantly, opening her mouth wide. Her heart was pounding right now.
Torvines' father carefully inspected her teeth. Ynarana felt like a piece of meat right now.
"Hmm, young healthy teeth, no smell of disease, (sniff sniff), is that semen on her breath!" Torvines' father exclaimed sharply.
"I, erm, yes father, Ynarana did perform fellatio on me not more than an hour ago," Torvines admitted with embarrassment.
"Well at least it's yours then", Torvines' father conceded, his suspicious anger calming.
"Tanner's daughter, come in the room and show us the rest of you," Torvines' father commanded her.
Ynarana obediently entered Torvines' bedroom with Torvines and his parents, and she shyly stripped naked for them to inspect her body, carefully putting the bloody menstrual rag on a table without staining the wood.
Ynarana stood completely naked with her hands on her head like a slave at auction, and did not move as she was poked and prodded all over to determine her health.
Ynarana laughed ticklishly as her armpits and abdomen were felt and handled, but did not dare to move.
"Ticklish are you?", Torvines' father asked her.
"Yes Lord," Ynarana answered his question obediently.
Torvines' father, (being a dark elf), then proceeded to test this by tickling her on purpose, and she laughed hard and fidgeted terribly, hating this humiliating treatment.
Torvines' father even inspected between her legs, inspecting her menstrual flow and her anus, poking around with his finger.
"Her reproductive anatomy looks very healthy, as does her menstrual flow, no sign of infection," Torvines' father noted.
(Sniff sniff)
"You are taking Babies Bane Root as a contraceptive unless my nose deceives me?", Torvines' father interrogated her.
"Yes Lord," Ynarana admitted humbly.
"You have so much sex with my son that you take Babies Bane Root every single day?", Torvines' father asked sternly.
"Yes Lord," Ynarana replied respectfully.
Torvines' father merely grunted and continued touching and inspecting her body, deliberately tickling her terribly just because he could, making her laugh hard and squirm terribly.
Her bare feet were even inspected, (and stroked all over just to torment her), her long black hair was inspected for lice, her breasts and nipples were inspected to judge their ability to provide milk for a baby. Ynarana felt utterly humiliated!
Torvines' mother was at least less cruel than his father, and did not tickle Ynarana or any other aggravating mischief, but even the mother very thoroughly inspected Ynarana's entire body, appraising her physical condition as a prospective wife for her son.
After being tickled by Torvines' father until she almost wet herself, poked and prodded and sniffed and inspected in humiliating detail, Ynarana was finally given permission to put her clothes back on, and she resumed kneeling fully clothed before them on one knee, awaiting their verdict.
Torvines' parents walked to the corner of the room to whisper to each other out of earshot, leaving Ynarana bowing down on the floor, and seemed to spend considerable time discussing Ynarana among themselves.
Ynarana just wanted this humiliating ordeal to be over already, hating this but too afraid to resist.
It took an aggravatingly long time, but eventually Torvines' parents returned to Ynarana and Torvines to give their verdict.
"She is well mannered, polite, knows her place, is very beautiful and very very healthy apart from some very minor past skin damage. Her body is in peak childbearing condition and she will provide excellent milk. She is good solid breeding stock despite being a lowest born tanner's daughter, and will bear you strong healthy offspring. She is strong enough to be adequate breeding stock for house Movavul," Torvines' father judged.
"She is lowest born, that is unfortunately true, but she is very adequate for one of those lowly people. She seems like the cream that rose to the top of such low milk, her body is strong and looks like suitable breeding stock. I'm glad we arrived at the right time to see her menstrual flow, her flow is healthy and indicates she is fertile. She is also very ticklish, another sign of promising fertility, they say that the more ticklish the woman the more babies she can have. I am sure that this "Ynarana" is extremely fertile. She is acceptable to me," Torvines' mother said reassuringly in a condescending sort of way.
Torvines and Ynarana both let out a sigh of relief at Ynarana being accepted by Torvines' parents. Ynarana had never even wanted this marriage, but being judged worthy by these distinguished middle born snobs was still extremely gratifying to Ynarana's vanity.
Ynarana was given leave to stand up, and Torvines' parents embraced her and gave her their blessings to marry their son.
Ynarana smiled happily, surprised by how happy this acceptance made her.
Ynarana still needed to sleep for her night shift tonight, and unfortunately could not talk for long with Torvines' parents, and reluctantly went back to bed, taking off her top covering but leaving on her pants to hold the menstrual rag in place.
Ynarana reminded herself to mark her new menstrual cycle in her reproductive health diary, a bit of parchment in one of her chests of belongings that she squiggled down the dates of her periods on and used to calculate when she would be fertile. She didn't need to take any Babies Bane Root right now as she was menstruating, but she would need to resume taking it after her period to avoid getting pregnant.
Ynarana was glad to get a break from taking Babies Bane Root for a few days, it tasted disgustingly bitter. Babies Bane Root was a poisonous root that was harmless to adults but killed babies in the womb, causing an instant miscarriage. By chewing on a bit of this disgusting bitter root every day between periods it was impossible to get pregnant, the baby died the moment it was conceived, not alive long enough to even impact the menstrual cycle.
The Gwendils on the plantation all took Babies Bane Root to prevent them getting pregnant to Lordling Runor and the other men who daily had sex with them, and a small garden behind the plantation house grew a constant supply of Babies Bane Root plants. It was just essential in a place like this.
Ynarana yawned sleepily and drifted off to sleep with effort, she needed to be well rested to make love to Sethelel in the tower tonight.
***...
That night after a day of sleeping, Ynarana was back in the watch tower with Sethelel, but things were a bit less romantic than last time.
Sethelel was completely naked, but Ynarana was only topless, needing to wear pants to hold a menstrual rag in place to stop her bleeding everywhere!
Ynarana was deeply annoyed by the timing of her period, she finally had private sexy time with Sethelel and suddenly Ynarana was on the rag, it just wasn't fair!
"It's ok Ynarana, it happens to all of us," Sethelel reassured her with a kiss.
"Yours will probably start just as mine ends, I wish our periods came at the same time," Ynarana complained.
"I was told by my father that women's cycles synchronised when they were together?", Sethelel suggested.
"Complete bullshit unfortunately, every woman on the plantation shares a bed but have different cycles, even the ones who have been here for years. My own cycle was always out of sync with my mother or my sisters back home," Ynarana explained sadly.
"Makes sense, my father never did know the first thing about women," Sethelel laughed.
"This timing is so bad, I want to play but now we can't," Ynarana moped in self pity.
"We can still do some things," Sethelel purred, and began sucking Ynarana's nipple.
Ynarana groaned very quietly, deliberately not being loud in case the plantation house heard, and stroked Sethelel's hair as she continued to suck wonderfully.
Ynarana was in heaven, and her rag was getting soaked by more besides just menstrual blood as Ynarana became very wet.
"My rag is getting absolutely soaked, it feels disgusting!", Ynarana complained miserably, not wanting Sethelel to stop but unable to stand the feel of the soggy rag.
Ynarana pulled down her pants completely and took them off. The rag was soaked and unusable, and Ynarana wrung it out, making a frightful mess on the floor boards of the sentry platform.
Ynarana hung the rag up to dry on a roof beam above her head, and stayed naked, trying not to bleed on anything.
Sethelel playfully put her hand on Ynarana's vagina, tapping a finger on her folds gently.
"Be careful, it will stain your fingers," Ynarana warned her.
"I don't mind," Sethelel said with a playful smile and put a finger inside Ynarana.
Ynarana gasped silently in bliss, mouth open so wonderfully, and she was tempted to close her eyes in ecstasy.
Ynarana had learned her lesson last time, and continued to keep watch even as Sethelel did the most wonderful things to her.
Ynarana genuinely groaned in misery when she suddenly noticed movement. Why couldn't the vampire just go away and stop interrupting their fun!
The Gwendils in the tower were all alerted, and all watched the distant movement.
"Is that a wagon?", one of the Gwendils asked in confusion.
Ynarana squinted and had to agree. A wagon piled high with bales of hay and bundles of sticks and random firewood was moving slowly in their direction.
Ynarana's tower was right at the end of the row of new towers guarding the slave houses, and this strange wagon was heading straight towards the tower, carefully angled so that the line of sight of all the other towers was blocked by Ynarana's tower.
The vampire was obviously hiding underneath this wagon full of junk, and pushing it along from below, probably as a shield.
"What in Khaine's name are you doing Vladana?", Ynarana shouted loudly to the vampire through an arrow slit.
"Vladana?, That is not my name," the vampire called back in a confused sounding erotic Arnheim accent.
"Then what is your name?", Ynarana called back.
"I am not telling you," the vampire replied.
"Then in the absence of another name I will call you Vladana," Ynarana told Vladana.
"I don't care what you call me, you are just food," Vladana dismissed, still moving her wagon of junk towards them.
Gwendils fired their repeater crossbows at the moving wagon, but the bolts merely impacted harmlessly into the junk and hay, doing no harm to Vladana.
The wagon rolled right up to the side of the wooden tower, and suddenly tilted up, dumping all the hay bales and bundles of sticks and random fire wood against the side of the tower...
Ynarana had a bad feeling about this...
The light of a sparking flint flashed under the now empty wagon, then something seemed to catch fire. A burning bouquet of sticks and hay and tinder was suddenly tossed out from under the wagon to hit the piled up highly flammable junk!
The pile of junk caught fire immediately!
The wagon backed away a safe distance from the blaze and then simply waited.
The Gwendils inside the wooden tower were in a panic now, the tower might burn down with them inside it!
Gwendils frantically carried buckets of water up the ladder and tried to tip them down onto the fire.
The arrow slits prevented the buckets from being dumped on the fire properly!
The stupid arrow slits were too narrow and pointed the wrong way!
The fire was licking up the sides of the tower!
The Gwendils needed to open the door and throw buckets of water on the fire directly before they all burned alive!
Ynarana and Sethelel and everyone else in the tower were forced down to the ground floor as smoke filled the sentry platform through the arrow slits!
They were all naked in the confusion, they didn't even all have weapons in their panic!
The Gwendils frantically lifted the bar off the door and ran naked outside holding buckets of water taken from the drinking water barrels.
The Gwendils hurled the buckets of water over the blaze, extinguishing it with a hiss of steam!
They then fled back inside to get away from Vladana, slamming the door closed and barring it securely!
They had made it!
They were safe!
A slow sardonic clapping suddenly filled the tower from the floor above them...
The pale naked body of Vladana suddenly dropped down the ladder shaft from the floor above, smiling terribly!
Ynarana and the Gwendils all screamed in horror!
Those who had repeater crossbows in hand tried to aim them at Vladana, but their aim faltered, she was just so beautiful!
Ynarana was transfixed, all of them were, Vladana was exquisitely sexy even from a distance, but this close up she was simply irresistible!
Vladana's pale perfect breasts were absolutely huge, her legs long, her bottom perfect. Her long brilliantly blonde hair was like a waterfall of loveliness, and her face was so sexy that it almost hurt to see such perfect beauty!
Gwendils suddenly threw themselves at the vampire in a frenzy of lust.
Ynarana snarled jealously, she wanted Vladana too!
Vladana seemed momentarily taken aback by a tower full of lust mad Gwendils all trying to have Gwendil sex with her at the same time.
Vladana moved with blurring speed to bite a Gwendil on the arm, drinking her blood.
Other Gwendils jealously pushed in between the vampire and her prey, interrupting the meal.
Vladana hissed irritably and bit a new Gwendil.
Vicious jealous squabbling and hair pulling ensued, disrupting this meal as well, and the frustrated vampire fed on another.
The Gwendils who had been bitten seemed desperate to be bitten again, and the fighting over the vampire became steadily more vicious!
Ynarana was frantically trying to get at the vampire, reaching out to her.
Vladana gripped Ynarana's arm with terrible strength and a sharp pain stabbed through Ynarana's wrist as the vampire bit her.
Orgasmic pleasure more extreme than anything filled Ynarana as the vampire sucked her blood!
The feeling of blissful release as the blood left her, the feeling of submitting to the vampire, the wonderful draining feeling, it was better than sex!
Vladana suddenly stopped sucking, interrupted by another Gwendil!
Ynarana gasped in outrage at this end to her pleasure, and viciously fought the other Gwendils to be bitten again!
One by one all of the Gwendils in the tower were bitten and drained of non lethal amounts of blood, the bites bleeding but supernaturally not bleeding out, some magic staunching the flow lest the vampire's meal be wasted.
Vladana seemed to be getting steadily less interested in biting them as she was satiated by the blood of many individuals, and she was becoming relaxed and sleepy from her glut of rich elf blood.
Ynarana and the others were still squabbling like crazy over the vampire, and the vampire was being sexually assaulted by a sea of hands.
Ynarana fought through the other Gwendils and thrust her bare vagina at the vampire.
Vladana smelled the blood of Ynarana's menstrual flow and clamped her mouth over Ynarana's vagina and began to suck!
Ynarana moaned incoherently with orgasmic heaven as incredible suction sucked the blood from her vagina!
Pleasure more extreme than anything before in her life filled Ynarana!
The sexy gorgeous beautiful vampire that she had feverishly masturbated over every day for weeks was now sucking Ynarana's VAGINA!
The feel of the vampire's powerful lips on Ynarana's soft folds felt SO good, no words could describe the pleasure!
Ynarana wanted so desperately to prolong the pleasure as long as possible, and the blood was powerfully sucked from her womanly opening by the object of her desire, but Ynarana just couldn't hold back her orgasm in the face of such extreme pleasure!
Ynarana came harder than ever before in her life, her squirt exploding hard right in the vampire's mouth, swelling Vladana's cheeks with a huge mouthful of warm squirt!
Vladana clearly desired only blood to drink as food, not interested in ingesting a mouthful of strongly fragrant squirt, and pulled away her mouth to spit an embarrassing amount of squirt on the floor, looking slightly shocked.
Ynarana just lay panting in complete sexual satisfaction, utterly utterly defeated by the raw power of that orgasm, and just lay witless on the floor as the other Gwendils passionately offered themselves to the vampire, Ynarana had never felt so much pleasure before!
"The undead spirit is willing, but I am no longer hungry for any more blood you crazy lesbians!", Vladana hissed at the horny Gwendils angrily.
The Gwendils still didn't stop, and Vladana climbed up the ladder to get away from them.
The Gwendils eagerly followed her up the ladder in a lust mad frenzy.
"Leave me alone!, I must digest my rich meal first!", Vladana protested angrily as a lust mad Gwendil shamelessly fisted her female opening.
The Gwendils didn't stop, they were too horny to stop, and simply mobbed the gorgeous vampire heedless of the extreme danger, a sea of hands and vaginas and breasts assaulting the harassed looking vampire from all sides.
"You dark elf lesbians are unbelievable!", Vladana exclaimed angrily.
"Don't make me waste your blood by killing you all!", Vladana protested as elf fingers stuffed her vagina and anus, and a sea of hands grabbed and fondled and squeezed her massive breasts.
The Gwendils were horny beyond reasoning, tongues licking the vampire's naked skin all over.
Vladana seemed to be getting flustered now, with Ynarana, Sethelel and another Gwendil licking Vladana's vagina all at the same time.
Vladana was starting to moan now, clearly sexually aroused, as horny naked elves licked her body all over with their tongues.
"You damn lesbians!", Vladana protested halfheartedly, moaning hard now.
The vagina Ynarana was licking became wetter and wetter, and Ynarana squabbled with Sethelel and the other Gwendil to lick it the most.
Vladana was laying down on the floor boards now in the slightly smoky sentry platform, legs spread wide, arms raised above her head in ecstasy, with gorgeous naked Gwendils licking her skin all over.
"You lesbians are so naughty!", Vladana panted orgasmically, face contorted in powerful pleasure.
The Gwendils only licked her all the harder, and Vladana gasped and writhed around in pleasure, the skilled experienced tongues of the Gwendils pleasuring her greatly.
"This isn't fair, I get so horny after I feed to satisfaction!", Vladana groaned orgasmically.
Ynarana's face was slick and wet with the vampire's juices, her skilful experienced Gwendil tongue caressing Vladana's slippery folds with extreme skill.
Vladana could only groan, no one gave better female oral sex than dark elf Gwendils, nobody could lick a vagina the way they could.
"This wasn't my plan...", Vladana groaned orgasmically, unable to resist such perfect pleasure.
The Lahmian vampire was clearly at least half Gwendil herself, and was just no match for the sexual allure of a pack of lust mad naked dark elf Gwendils, and gave herself fully to the pack, basking in the delights of being sexually pampered by so many women at once.
Vladana wasn't even making halfhearted protests now, fully a willing participant now, and was kissing one of the Gwendils passionately as Ynarana and the others licked her towards climax.
The vampire came, once, twice, many times, blanketed in a sea of licking tongues and groping hands, lost in a storm of unceasing orgasms.
"I can't climax any more times you naughty wonderful lesbians," Vladana panted after maybe two hours.
The Gwendils still couldn't stop, far too horny for the Lahmian vampire even after two entire hours, and just kept licking her.
"I haven't came like that since I left the brothel in Arnheim," Vladana panted, pushing away the Gwendils now.
"That was fun, so fun that I won't kill you." Vladana mused with a smile.
"I am quite full of blood, I have no wounds to heal tonight so I don't need as much blood, and your elf blood is much much richer than the blood of those sickly poorly fed human slaves. I couldn't eat another thing tonight, your slaves are safe." Vladana informed them, still pushing away the Gwendils trying to continue licking her.
"This was more agreeable to me than risking arrows to eat filthy half dead slaves, I am willing to leave the slaves alone every night if you open your towers and don't shoot at me. I will feed a little bit on each of you crazy lesbians without killing you, you can lick me again in that wonderful way you do, you lesbians will be my food from now on. Do you agree to my terms?", Vladana offered them seriously.
The horny Gwendils had enough presence of mind to comprehend these words and all nodded in agreement enthusiastically, that deal sounded absolutely perfect!
Ynarana tried to kiss Vladana on the lips, but the vampire pushed her away.
"I have had enough fun for one night, kindly stop," Vladana complained.
"Please Vladana, I adore you," Ynarana begged her.
"Vladana again?, well if you must call me something. I am on the run from the Lahmian sisterhood in Arnheim, I came here to hide from my own kind, so I dare not use my real name lest word reaches them. I think that Vladana is an excellent fake name, it is the most quintessentially Von Carstein name I have ever heard, hopefully they will think that a Von Carstein is here if rumours reach the Lahmian sisterhood and they won't come here looking for me," Vladana mused bittersweetly.
"We will protect you," the horny Gwendils offered stupidly, stupid with lust for the exquisitely sexy Lahmian vampire.
Vladana laughed.
"You silly adorable lesbians and your menfolk couldn't even stop me, a baby thrall vampire. You stand no chance against a squad of Lahmian countesses sent to capture or assassinate me. My only defence is that they don't know I am here. Hopefully they will think that I already died in the sunlit wilderness of the terrible Doom Glades swamp, wading through that stagnant endless swamp certainly wasn't easy," Vladana informed them sadly.
Ynarana tried to kiss Vladana again, still bewitched with lust.
"I wish I hadn't left my cloak outside in the corn field, can't you lesbians stop for even one minute to talk when I am naked?", Vladana grumbled.
"You are too beautiful!", the Gwendils told her, all of them still trying to do things to her.
Vladana sighed.
"Look lesbians, as long as you remember the agreement to leave your tower door unbarred and not shoot at me, I will be back every night to feed and play. Tell your lesbian friends in the other towers not to shoot me either and I can play with them too," Vladana told them seriously.
"How did you know?", Sethelel asked fearfully through her own haze of lust.
"You lesbians are very clever and have hidden yourself very well from your menfolk, but vampires have much sharper senses than elves. I could clearly hear you in that watch tower on the first night I arrived, I hid in the corn for hours listening to you talk and make love. I heard many things," Vladana informed them.
"You are a lesbian community afraid for your lives, and came here to escape persecution and live your life free in secret. I feel a kindred to your predicament. I too am on the run, afraid for my undead life, I also need a secret place to live free from the Lahmian sisterhood," Vladana said seriously.
"Join us," the Gwendils all offered in unison.
Vladana smiled at this.
"I am joining you, you are my food after all", Vladana chuckled.
The Gwendils were all delighted.
This would be the start of something absolutely wonderful!
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