Chapter 6(Von)
Lordling Runor looked very impressed when the group of Gwendils finished their tale of utter lies the next morning, very VERY impressed.
The Gwendils were bitten all over by obvious vampire bites, they were covered all over in scratches and bruises from viciously fighting and squabbling with each other over Vladana in their sexual frenzy, and they looked savagely beaten up. It was impossible to hide the damage and the Gwendils hadn't even tried.
The watch tower had narrowly avoided burning down and was blackened and scorched on one side, the water soaked remains of the bonfire piled up against the tower was still there and very obvious.
Even more than all this physical evidence of the events last night was the sheer amount of noise their terrified screaming and subsequent two hour long orgy had generated. The watch tower was in earshot of the plantation house and the orgy had been LOUD, REALLY LOUD!
It was just a miracle that the orgy noises had been so cacophonous and blended together so much that it hadn't sounded like sex to the plantation house, it had sounded like a confusing racket of screaming and moaning and crying out and indecipherable yelling and other noises blended together, and had been mistaken for the sounds of fighting and elves in agonising pain.
The plantation house had automatically assumed that the vampire had gotten into the tower somehow and spent two hours slowly murdering the elves with torture, and everyone had assumed that they would not survive.
The Gwendils had not a hope in hell of pretending that nothing had happened, so instead they had lied shamelessly, saying that they had spent two entire hours fighting the vampire in a massive brawl that almost killed them, getting bitten countless times in the giant punch up, and barely fighting the vampire off and driving her out of the tower.
The inside of the tower was certainly completely trashed by the orgy, blood was everywhere from the bitten wounds dripping and smearing all over the place, furniture was destroyed, clothing was ripped, things knocked over. It looked like one hell of a fight had taken place.
The Gwendils themselves looked bashed up thanks to viciously fighting each other over the vampire during the orgy, they were covered in vampire bites, and were noticeably pale from lost blood, but every single one of them was still alive at the end, an absolutely astonishing feat for a bare knuckle brawl against a vampire.
Lordling Runor was staring at the badly bitten and beaten women in open mouthed awe and wonder at their apparent strength and tenacity, completely at a loss for words.
Lordling Runor wasn't the only person completely at a loss for words either. Ynarana's parents and her betrothed Torvines had spent half the night thinking Ynarana was dead, and when Ynarana came out of the tower alive in the morning they had refused to leave her side for a moment, obviously very emotional. Ynarana's parents and Torvines had followed Ynarana into the private debriefing with Lordling Runor, and had heard every word of this fictional tale.
According to the Gwendils, Vladana the vampire had tried to burn the tower down with a bonfire, forcing the women to open the door and extinguish the fire with buckets of water. The vampire had then entered the tower through this open door in all the confusion and hidden upstairs waiting for them to all return inside.
The women had then returned to the tower, securely barred the door. The vampire had then sprung on them trying to drain them to death of blood. The women had then attacked the vampire in a mass of punches and kicks, preventing the vampire from fully draining any individual of a lethal amount of blood, forcing the vampire to defend herself from the attacks and stop feeding each time.
This massive desperate fight had continued for two desperation filled hours, the vampire punching and scratching and biting them all in a vicious and exhausting struggle, the constant group attacks preventing the vampire from fully draining any single individual despite two hours of sustained effort.
The vampire had apparently then eventually decided that she had had as much blood as was worth the effort, and had lifted the bar on the door herself and fled back into the corn. The women had then closed and barred the door again, and had spent the rest of the night tending their wounds and recovering from their terrible ordeal.
It was a lie, but it was just crazy enough to sound true with the evidence at hand, it was the sort of thing that might actually happen in the chaotic chance of real life. The women were bitten, drained of blood, badly beaten up, but undeniably still alive.
Lordling Runor eventually returned to his senses from his shock and awe at this tale of admirable strength, and called his various servants and employees to tend to their wounds and offer them food and water and rest.
Ynarana's mother fussed over Ynarana's prominent bite mark on her wrist, rearranging the bandage she had already wrapped it in earlier in motherly agitation.
Ynarana's father simply looked stunned that his own daughter could be so strong, and didn't seem to know what to do.
Torvines fussed over her cuts and scratches and bruises and other minor injuries, like any dutiful lover would, obviously genuinely loving Ynarana and caring about her wellbeing.
The private debriefing had been done in a private sitting room without any eavesdroppers, everyone else kept out of the room. Now that it was over other people were entering, and the story was spreading rapidly that the women had heroically survived a fearsome vampire attack with only non lethal injuries.
Torvines' parents entered the room now, and walked straight over to Ynarana, noting her somewhat damaged condition.
Ynarana was a bit weak and shaky from blood loss and exhaustion, and was led limping out of the room with Torvines supporting her, to the questioning glances of Torvines' parents.
Torvines led the limping Ynarana to another room with an empty table and 6 chairs, and gently and lovingly sat her down, snapping at household slaves to bring food and water and a fresh blanket.
Ynarana's and Torvines' respective parents sat down at the table with Torvines and Ynarana, and slaves brought over bread and water and a blanket. Torvines lovingly wrapped the blanket around Ynarana's shoulders and helped her eat and drink with surprising love and tenderness.
Ynarana gratefully ate and drank, quite shaky after last night, and just sat recovering, eyes distant and tired.
"What exactly happened to those women in that tower?", Torvines' father asked his son, clearly getting impatient with the lack of answers.
Torvines concisely recounted the story with the fidelity and accuracy of a herald, not getting a single detail wrong as Ynarana just sat eating and drinking and staring off into space.
Torvines' parents gasped, and Torvines lifted Ynarana's bandage to show them the vampire bite.
"Had I not seen the evidence with my own eyes and heard the sounds last night then I would write off such a tale as fanciful nonsense. You are full of surprises young Ynarana," Torvines' father said with grudging respect.
Ynarana could only nod softly, utterly exhausted and worse for wear after the events of last night.
"The girl is half dead, she needs rest," Torvines' mother said, noting Ynarana's torpor.
"Last night was... Difficult. I lost blood," Ynarana said weakly and slowly, her mind sluggish and slow.
"Few indeed can brawl a vampire and live to tell the tale. You crossbow archers really should train more with swords so you don't end up using your fists next time you silly girls," Torvines' father said in half compliment half criticism.
"No room to swing swords in that tower, standing room only...", Ynarana said weakly, deeply fatigued.
"This girl is half asleep from blood loss, look at her," Torvines' father told the table in general in response to Ynarana's uncharacteristic shortness in reply and lack of social graces, apparently deciding not to take offence.
"Better get her to bed soon Torvines, and let her rest!, Don't get all frisky with her in this state after she has just proven herself in battle!", Torvines' mother told her son firmly.
Ynarana was allowed to eat and drink her fill, and was then taken to bed. She was asleep almost instantly.
***...
Ynarana was disappointed to wake up already after dark, having been allowed to sleep in and miss going to work on time.
Torvines informed her when she awoke that in recognition of their extraordinary strength, all of the women who had been attacked by the vampire got this night off work to recover from their injuries by order of Lordling Runor. The dark elves respected only strength, and at the moment the women had great respect indeed after surviving and fighting off a vampire with their bare hands.
Ynarana hurriedly got dressed anyway and went down stairs, but found that the outside doors were all locked and barred for the night, none allowed outside due to the vampire!
Ynarana was bitterly disappointed!
Ynarana headed for the main mess room of the plantation house, and found a generous amount of food laid out, with Lordling Runor and several Gwendils from the tower sitting at a long table eating.
Ynarana noticed Sethelel among these people and ran over to hug her immediately.
Sethelel whispered in Ynarana's ear as they hugged, "the others outside have been informed of our arrangement with our new friend".
Ynarana nodded in understanding, those lucky Gwendils outside would get to make love to Vladana tonight.
Torvines and the various parents were arriving in the room now, all going over to Ynarana, and Ynarana broke her hug with Sethelel to greet them.
Lordling Runor bid everyone to sit, and Ynarana happily sat next to Sethelel with Torvines immediately sitting on Ynarana's other side. The parents sat down at the long table further down, and everyone was offered a surprisingly generous selection of food, including actual meat!
Ynarana greedily piled her plate up with fish and salted mutton and even bacon!
Meat was incredibly expensive for low born dark elves and rarely eaten by them. The low born ate mostly plant based food such as bread and vegetables, with only eggs and dairy products like cheese coming from an animal at all. Meat was very expensive food that only the nobility could indulge in often, as it took an awful lot of land and fodder to grow a meat animal, using valuable farm land that could be used much more efficiently and profitably growing plant crops as food.
Ynarana moaned in pleasure as she savoured the bacon and mutton and fish, it was so rich and delicious!
"You fine strong ladies lost a lot of blood, some meat will help replenish it," Lordling Runor explained this staggering generosity.
Ynarana thanked him profusely, and just kept eating more and more until she felt like she would burst.
Ynarana sat back in her chair feeling bloated, and Sethelel giggled, patting her hair.
"Who is this woman you are so friendly with?", Ynarana's mother inquired, noticing the obvious affection between Ynarana and Sethelel.
"My friend Sethelel," Ynarana introduced simply.
Sethelel waved shyly but did not speak. Ynarana and Sethelel most certainly were not about to admit that they were forbidden Gwendil lovers, and did not want their relationship examined in any great detail.
"They are best friends," Torvines added unhelpfully, drawing more attention than Ynarana wanted.
"Oh?," Ynarana's mother asked in interest.
Ynarana inwardly cursed Torvines and was forced to answer a string of questions, with Sethelel herself being asked a lot of questions.
Ynarana and Sethelel both made a point of playing down their relationship as much as possible, simply maintaining that they were friends and coworkers with no particularly deep relationship.
Ynarana's parents looked at Sethelel with extremely subtle suspicion, clearly being aware of Ynarana's dark reputation of being possibly a Gwendil back in Clar Karond, sending a chill through Ynarana. They suspected!
Ynarana forced herself to calm down, she was days away from marrying Torvines. The mere suggestion of her being a Gwendil would be dismissed as absurd with Torvines vouching for her energetic sexual performance with him, Ynarana was the safest she had ever been.
Ynarana's parents could suspect whatever they liked, they would certainly not try to potentially jeopardise this wedding and their own reputation by accusing Ynarana of being a Gwendil. They had nothing to gain and much to lose by even hinting any suspicions they might have and were far too self centred to let themselves lose face.
Ynarana's parents noticed Ynarana's look, and for one briefest moment they seemed to completely understand each other. They suspected, Ynarana knew they suspected, they knew that Ynarana knew they suspected her, they would not dare to voice this suspicion as it would ruin their standing, Ynarana knew that they wouldn't voice it, and they knew that Ynarana knew they wouldn't voice it.
Ynarana's parents' eyes asked Ynarana the question, "are you a Gwendil?". Ynarana's eyes lied "no".
Ynarana's parents seemed to let out a deeply held sigh of relief. They had clearly blackly suspected Ynarana for years and had been deeply burdened by this suspicion. To have Ynarana betrothed to marry an eminently suitable man, and to then now tell them with her eyes that she was not a Gwendil, it was clearly a massive relief for them that lifted some terrible burden off their hearts.
Ynarana felt strangely guilty. Being a Gwendil had not only been horrible for her, it had also been an immense burden on her parents.
Ynarana made a point of pulling away from Sethelel and snuggling against Torvines to put her parents at ease, resting her head on his shoulder romantically.
Torvines' parents had been oblivious to the entire nonverbal exchange, as had Torvines himself, and all seemed none the wiser.
Torvines smiled fondly at Ynarana's act of affection, completely approving of this snuggle from his betrothed, and he made no move to stop her from continuing to use his shoulder as her pillow.
Lordling Runor made charming conversation with Ynarana's and especially Torvines' parents, needing these guests to speak favourably of Lordling Runor and his plantation to the outside world. Ynarana just sat listening as she snuggled against Torvines, too full of food and too emotional after her nonverbal conversation with her parents to really contribute much to the conversation.
Torvines' father was a dark rider, (but not a herald), in the service of some great Lord in Clar Karond, and he would certainly be giving a report of his visit here to his own Lord, so Lordling Runor seemed especially eager to make a good impression on this dark rider and say only the right things.
Unfortunately for Lordling Runor, Torvines' father was now extremely interested in the "vampire nuisance" on this plantation, and was asking a lot of extremely difficult questions that Lordling Runor would not want to answer.
Lordling Runor had not survived to his advanced age by not being able to navigate dark elf politics, and was not letting any hint of his true feelings show, appearing warmly friendly and very eager to answer questions.
Lordling Runor maintained an air of disinterested ignorance about the vampire, brushing it off as a nuisance and a pest problem. The Lordling calmly maintained that he did not know how many vampires there were nor where they had come from, and moreover he made a point of saying that he didn't care about these details as, "such petty vermin problems were beneath the cares of a plantation Lordling".
Torvines' father cocked an eyebrow at this claim of deliberate ignorance, but seemed to conclude that Lordling Runor was simply unbelievably arrogant rather than lying, accepting the story that a member of the dark elf nobility would be arrogant enough to not even care to learn the details of a vampire infestation on their own land.
It certainly wasn't that outlandish a notion, dark elf nobles were some of the most arrogant people in existence and seemed to even pride themselves on being insufferably conceited to a fault. Even Ynarana could easily believe that some nobles simply wouldn't care about this sort of thing, considering such petty matters and details to be the care of far lower and lesser men, just as the exact numbers of caterpillars or aphids on a given crop plant were the minutiae to occupy the attention of lower orders.
Torvines' father quickly wrote off Lordling Runor as a preening arrogant snob who would be no help in providing clear details, and seemed to decide to make his own discreet enquiries among the plantation staff later. This was dangerous, but the Gwendils at least could be relied upon to close ranks and not say anything unfortunate now that Vladana had joined the Gwendils.
"How is your bite, young Ynarana?," Torvines' father changed the subject.
Ynarana moved the bandage to show her wrist, the bite was still there but it had scabbed shut and was healing as fast as nature allowed.
"It hurts far less today Lord Movavul," Ynarana told him with perfect respect, using "Lord" as a term of extreme respect rather than a title of nobility, (which the middle born dark rider obviously lacked).
"Will you be fully recovered in time for the wedding Ynarana?", Torvines' mother asked her encouragingly.
"I hope so Lady Movavul," Ynarana replied respectfully.
"Such a well mannered young lady," Torvines' mother said happily at Ynarana's flawless respect.
"We will have to make sure before we book the witch elf to perform the wedding ceremony, the brides of Khaine do not tolerate last minute changes to ceremonial bookings," Torvines' father said gruffly.
Everyone in earshot shuddered with fear and nodded frantically, doing anything to annoy the witch elves of Khaine was perilous.
"Hopefully the sacrificial slave will still be alive at the end of any delay, he is not long for this world even without being sacrificed," Lordling Runor quipped with a laugh.
Torvines' father laughed politely, not saying a word about this. Slaves were very expensive to sacrifice, but a dark elf wedding ceremony demanded that someone be sacrificed to Khaine. Generally the low and middle born purchased sick and dying slaves for wedding sacrifices, as only useless half dead slaves were cheap enough for them to afford. Even still these dying slaves were not cheap for the low and middle born classes, and they were always extremely eager if someone else offered them a sacrificial slave for free.
Lordling Runor already had one slave who was dying of disease and would not survive more than about a week. This slave was too sick to survive travelling to a slave market to be sold as a cheap sacrificial slave, and so Lordling Runor had offered this unsellable slave free of charge for the wedding sacrifice. The slave was currently laying on his death bed in front of a warm fire in the plantation house, being deliberately kept alive long enough for the wedding, delirious with sickness.
Torvines' father most certainly didn't want to pay for a sacrificial slave, and was therefore going to pains to humour Lordling Runor on this topic.
Ynarana and Torvines and Ynarana's parents also added their sycophancy to this topic, loudly praising Lordling Runor's generosity, all afraid of paying this expense themselves.
"The wedding food is all already waiting in the basement cool rooms to be cooked," Lordling Runor added.
They all once again loudly praised Lordling Runor and thanked him for his generosity, feeding his vanity as he clearly wanted them to.
Lordling Runor was not doing any of this to be nice, he was doing it to show off his wealth and power to guests who would then talk about him to the outside world. Dark elf hospitality was always about self aggrandisement for the host, not actually about the guests at all, but was still absolutely wonderful for those lucky enough to be guests.
Lordling Runor did not often invite guests to stay, as it was very expensive to show off like this. Only the fact that Torvines had bribed Lordling Runor to cover some of the costs had even convinced him to allow this wedding on his land. The bribe wasn't enough to pay all the expense, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was still enough to somewhat subsidise Lordling Runor's opportunity to show off to a small number of invited guests.
Lordling Runor was now milking this opportunity for as much prestige as he possibly could, and seemed to greatly enjoy the fawning praises of these invited guests.
The conversation turned to the wedding clothes of the bride and groom, and Torvines' parents informed everyone that the provided wedding clothes would be house Movavul family heirlooms that had been used for generations of weddings.
This was very usual in dark elf families, and indeed with any type of elves in general regardless of their faction or politics. Elf weddings were always steeped in family tradition, and the wedding clothes were almost always heirlooms of the grooms' family.
These sort of wedding clothes were freely shared between an entire extended family, not because dark elves were generous but because they were worthless to keep for yourself. The only day you could get away with wearing ancient traditional wedding clothes was on your wedding day, you would look completely ridiculous if you wore them any other day of your life. They were not even valuable to steal and resell, as elves did not buy such clothes that were emblazoned all over with the symbols of another House, and tradition demanded that these clothes be made by hand by the women of the family in the rare occasions when they needed to be replaced.
Ynarana and Torvines would wear these traditional clothes for a day and then pass them on to whoever was getting married next in house Movavul, you didn't keep such clothes for yourself. It was simply a tradition that stretched back all the way to the first days of the elves when all elves were united as one, some elf traditions never died, not even in Naggaroth.
The conversation about the wedding details continued, the first time everyone had been together like this with time to discuss this topic in detail, and everything was worked out and agreed upon.
With the wedding details all worked out, the conversation became more general, with the bitten Gwendils joining in general conversation with each other, the room becoming noisy with the hubbub of general conversation.
Ynarana felt a bit better after her rich meal and after having had a chance to digest it, and gazed at a heavily shuttered window, wishing she was out there enjoying herself with Vladana again.
Right now the other Gwendils would have already unbarred their tower doors and let Vladana in to play, and would be having the time of their lives. The lack of noise probably meant that Vladana had worn her cloak this time so that the Gwendils could control themselves around her.
Ynarana was so terribly jealous!
Ynarana was just thinking deeply about this when Torvines' parents got up from the table and gestured for Torvines and Ynarana and Ynarana's parents to follow them, telling Lordling Runor that they wished to discuss something of a personal family nature with Ynarana and her parents.
Ynarana had a bad feeling about this...
Lordling Runor gave them his leave to leave the table briefly, and Torvines' parents led the small group of family members to a smaller empty table right in the corner of the room where it was less noisy and they had slightly more privacy.
The little group of six people all sat down, and Torvines' mother opened up a small parcel, pulling out two pairs of warm full arm length woollen gloves, and four bundles of soft high quality ropes!
"Bride binding supplies?!", Ynarana murmured in undisguised horror, eyes wide with fear.
"Yes, it is an old House Movavul tradition to practice bride binding," Torvines' father answered in a tone that brooked no argument.
Ynarana was horrified!
Bride binding was a horrible dark elf tradition practiced in some of the more traditional high born and middle born families to prevent husbands being assassinated by their wives as they slept. Those husbands who practiced bride binding would literally bind their wives down spread eagle to the bed every night so they couldn't move as the couple slept, so that the wife could not possibly murder her husband as he slept!
The long woollen gloves covered the entire arms so that the wife didn't get cold arms in the night, with a blanket or similar bedding covering the rest of her body all the way to the neck, leaving only her face bare above the covers. The wife's gloved wrists were then softly but firmly bound to the head of the bed, and her bare ankles under the bedding were likewise bound with ropes that joined to the foot of the bed, leaving the wife completely helpless at the mercy of her husband all night long!
Ynarana's eyes were wide with dread, her horror too great to even attempt to hide her fear from her face.
Torvines' parents noticed Ynarana's obvious dread, and both of them chuckled at her reaction.
"I know how you feel Ynarana, I was nervous too when my own future parents in law presented me with bride binding supplies and demanded that I respect House Movavul tradition. Fear is a very natural response, all new brides are afraid," Torvines' mother reassured Ynarana with surprising kindness for a dark elf.
"I will get so itchy and be unable to scratch," Ynarana lamented in self pity.
"Yes the itches are unavoidable, I get itchy in my own ropes every night, but I ask my husband to scratch them for me," Torvines' mother informed Ynarana honestly.
Ynarana still looked (justifiably) terrified.
"It is honestly not as bad as you think once you get used to it. It is incredibly romantic to be at the complete mercy of your husband, it deepens the intimacy and keeps the love alive. When you can't say no or close your legs or get too lazy for sex, you end up enjoying so much more wonderful intimacy that most women miss out on later in married life when their desire lessens, the spark of young love never ends when your husband has complete power to just make love to you as much as he wants all night long," Torvines' mother reassured Ynarana with distressingly shameless honesty!
Ynarana blanched pale with horror.
"Don't you trust your soon to be husband?", Torvines' mother asked reassuringly.
"Not when I am all tied up, he will probably tickle me or something!", Ynarana fretted.
Torvines' parents both laughed at her adorable response.
"Oh he absolutely will, my husband tickles me terribly until I beg him to stop most nights, sometimes for over an hour. But that sort of mischief is half the fun, it is deeply thrilling and playful and romantic, I hate it but I love him so much when he torments me like that," Torvines' mother soothed Ynarana honestly.
"You are amazingly honest and open Lady Movavul," Ynarana told her honestly.
Torvines' mother smiled warmly, she really was a genuinely lovely person in a way that was rare for a dark elf.
"I get told that a lot, but really what is there to hide. I am very happily married and proud to tell the world about it," Torvines' mother laughed lyrically with wonderful warmth.
Ynarana could not help but relax slightly under the warm kindness of this delightful woman.
"The bride binding is not optional and is not negotiable, it is a House Movavul tradition that my son WILL be honouring," Torvines' father added firmly.
"Yes Lord Movavul. Torvines please please PLEASE just promise me that you won't tickle me!", Ynarana begged.
"No promises," Torvines replied with a massive playful grin.
"I will die!", Ynarana pleaded squeamishly.
"You won't die, I haven't managed to kill my wife yet," Torvines' father laughed, grabbing his wife and squeezing her abdomen so that she giggled and squealed with laughter.
Torvines' mother didn't seem offended at all, and Torvines' father wrapped his arms around her body in a fond embrace after he stopped tickling her a moment later.
Ynarana was quickly coming to the conclusion that Torvines' mother was extremely kinky and simply got a perverse pleasure from her own nightly bride binding. Ynarana sighed in disappointment, damn kinky people had an unfair advantage in enjoying this situation!
Ynarana reached out and held the gloves and ropes hesitantly, skin crawling at the thought of these. Torvines would be able to do anything at all to her in these!
Torvines chuckled and grinned at her, he was enjoying this situation far too much, of course he was, he wasn't the one being tied up and molested every single night, he would have the time of his life.
"What if I need to toilet in the night or need to get up to suckle a baby?", Ynarana asked, hopeful to find some respite from this predicament.
"In those situations you ask your husband to untie you. Then when you return to bed he will bind you again. There is a trick to how to tie the ropes, you leave the ropes attached to your wrists and ankles when you have to briefly get up, and your husband simply unties the ropes from the head and foot of the bed, it saves so much time. Your husband will get better at tying knots that can be untied easily by him just by pulling on a chord that is kept well beyond your own reach," Torvines' mother explained with warm encouragement.
Ynarana shuddered.
"I know it is unnerving to think about, but it really is deeply romantic. The pair of you will figure it out and learn to communicate to make it work. I never knew that I was capable of loving anyone so deeply as I grew to love my husband as a result of bride binding, it forces you to trust your husband completely, and with trust comes deeper love," Torvines' (obviously kinky) mother reassured Ynarana warmly.
The reassurances of this obviously extremely kinky woman, who obviously enjoyed being tied up and aggravatingly tormented as a sexual kink, did little to actually reassure Ynarana, and she actually felt nearly sick with dread as she held the gloves and ropes in her trembling hands.
Torvines' mother pointed to the gloves.
"Both of these pairs of bride binding gloves are old gloves of mine until you have time to knit some more of your own. I promise that these have been very thoroughly washed clean before I gave them to you. I don't need you to give them back to me, I have knitted so many pairs over the years that I wear a new pair every night for two weeks before returning to the first pair again, I love to knit them in different colours," the kinky woman told Ynarana happily.
Ynarana thanked her, glad that she at least wouldn't get cold arms at night, and put these bride binding supplies in a neat pile on the table in front of her.
"So when do I have to start this bride binding?", Ynarana asked nervously.
"Tonight, and then every night for the rest of your life," Torvines' father informed her sternly.
Ynarana gulped.
Torvines was grinning far too much.
"I will wet the bed if you tickle me!," Ynarana warned him, her skin crawling with horror.
"Then empty your bladder completely before you go to bed," Torvines' father instructed mercilessly.
Ynarana's skin was crawling worse than ever before in her life.
Ynarana's parents had not said a single word during this entire very personal exchange, obviously worried about offending Torvines' parents, but Ynarana's mother seemed to be shuddering slightly at the mere thought of Ynarana's predicament. Dark elf men were extremely cruel, being bound at their mercy every night would only be fun for kinky freaks like Torvines' mother!
Ynarana gulped, genuinely sick with fear.
***...
Ynarana laughed hysterically.
"Torvines stop! Stop stop STOP!", Ynarana pleaded him desperately.
Torvines merely laughed at her pleas for mercy!
Exactly as Ynarana had feared, Torvines had started tickling her as soon as she was tied immobile to the bed, and she couldn't make him stop!
Ynarana was topless, but currently wore pants to hold her menstrual rag in place, as well as the long gloves Torvines' mother had given her. Torvines was tickling her topless bare torso in all the most hideously sensitive places!
"This is TORTURE!", Ynarana begged frantically.
"Stop it!"
"Torvines you HAVE to stop!"
"Please stop I beg you!"
Ynarana thrashed like crazy in her ropes and long gloves as the cruel sadistic jerk kept energetically squeezing her abdomen in the worst possible spot, laughing herself hoarse!
"STOP STOP STOP STOP!"
"I can't stand it!"
"Please no more!"
Stupid Torvines was grinning at her with a big smug grin on his face, loving this power far too much, he didn't even slow down!
"What will make you stop!"
"Nothing will make me stop," Torvines laughed with gleeful mischief.
"I can't take it anymore!"
"The more you beg the more fun it is to just keep doing it," Torvines teased her, squeezing even faster like a complete ass hole!
Ynarana could do exactly nothing to make him stop. It was a good thing for Torvines' safety that she was tied down right now, as she absolutely wanted to kill him at this exact moment!
"I can't endure an entire marriage of this!", Ynarana warned angrily through her laughter.
Torvines stopped at this threat, looking displeased.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?!" Torvines asked her crossly.
"It means stop tickling me, I'm about to die!", Ynarana said as adorably as possible to placate his dangerous displeasure.
"So you are not calling the wedding off?", Torvines asked seriously.
"No of course not. You were tickling me half to death, I will blurt out any crazy talk I don't mean when I am in that hysterical state," Ynarana reassured him adamantly, panting for breath.
Torvines smiled and nodded in relief at her very reasonable words, and then he resumed tickling her again!
"You jerk! You jerk you jerk you jerk!", Ynarana laughed hysterically.
"I'm having so much fun," Torvines teased her.
Ynarana made frustrated angry laughing noises, fighting and struggling desperately to escape her bonds to no avail!
Ynarana was angry and tormented and jumpy all over and screaming her head off, but she just couldn't make him stop no matter what she did!
Her marriage to Torvines would be a living hell if this was the new normal!
"JUST STOP!"
Torvines didn't stop.
If Ynarana hadn't emptied her bladder completely before bed then she would be peeing everywhere right now!
Torvines was poking and stroking her armpits now and she viciously tried to bite him, forcing him to pull away his hands.
"Ynarana!, Don't try to bite me!", Torvines scolded her in a deeply offended tone.
"I told you to stop tickling me!", Ynarana protested.
"How would you like it if I bit YOU?", Torvines scolded her indignantly.
"I just want you to stop, I'm sorry for trying to bite you, I just couldn't think of any other way to make you stop," Ynarana apologised profusely, unsure how Torvines had managed to become the victim in this situation.
"You wanting me to stop doesn't give you the right to bite me," Torvines lectured her condescendingly.
Ynarana humiliated herself by agreeing that she had been in the wrong, hating this bride binding so wretchedly much.
Torvines "punished" Ynarana by squeezing her again on the abdomen where she couldn't bite him, his face stern now, making her scream piercingly loudly with tortured laughter!
A loud banging knock suddenly sounded angrily on the door, mercifully interrupting Ynarana's torment.
"People are trying to sleep!, Kindly keep the noise down!", a male dark elf voice said from the other side of the door.
"People are trying to sleep," Ynarana giggled desperately in agreement, urgent for him to just stop.
Torvines seemed to be considering just continuing in spite of the complaints by neighbours who shared a wall and didn't want to be kept awake by screaming laughter.
"They will just keep banging on the door and complaining," Ynarana reasoned desperately.
Torvines sighed loudly in obvious disappointment, clearly not wanting to stop any time soon, he really was a jerk!
"Oh very well, for the sake of the neighbours!", Torvines snapped in irritation.
"Thank you thank you thank you!", Ynarana thanked him profusely.
Torvines put both his hands on her bare breasts and began to fondle them without tickling her, getting frisky.
Ynarana deliberately made aroused noises to encourage him to continue this much more bearable activity.
Torvines smiled and felt the crotch of her pants, patting the bulge of the rag underneath.
"Pity you are menstruating. I guess your mouth will have to do," Torvines said fondly.
"No biting!", Torvines added as an afterthought.
"Don't tickle me and I won't bite," Ynarana promised.
Torvines nodded in agreement and had sex with Ynarana's mouth.
***...
Ynarana felt restless and itchy in her bride binding as she lay in bed a few hours later, completely unable to sleep.
The bedding was pulled right up to her neck, and her long gloves covered her entire arms, leaving only her face and the tiniest amount of armpit exposed to the cold night air.
Torvines was asleep after hours of doing what ever he liked to her defenceless topless body, he had had the time of his life and seemed to greatly enjoy having Ynarana in bride binding.
Ynarana's mind was racing far too much to sleep thinking about her current predicament and the future it promised.
Bride binding was one of the most horrible marriage traditions in Naggaroth.
It was an old practice dating back to the days of early dark elf cavalry kidnapping hostile high elf women by force to marry as war brides during the Sundering, back when these unwilling captured wives literally wanted to kill their husbands in their sleep and had to be physically bound to let their husbands survive the night.
The dark elf cavalry families had then been driven out of Ulthuan with the rest of the dark elves and forced to settle in Naggaroth, bringing their unwilling bound high elf wives with them, binding these women every night for centuries, gradually turning bride binding into a marriage tradition for all marriages, even the willing marriages, in honour of this heritage.
House Movavul was one such ancient cavalry family, steeped in tradition all the way back to the Sundering, and this old middle born house took marriage traditions like bride binding very seriously. Some far greater cavalry families of high borns and cold one knights also still practiced the tradition of bride binding, and this high born endorsement gave the practice deep respect in Naggaroth, even if only some families still practiced it.
Even some highly esteemed great high born ladies of fearful reputation practiced bride binding, being tied down to the bed every night by their husbands, ladies of fearsome combat prowess who were not at all weaklings, some of them ladies who led great armies to war. These deadly women had helped to give the practice an air of glamour and prestige, so that bound brides themselves were respected in Naggaroth.
Depending upon which ancient cavalry House they were born into, some high born women actually demanded that their husbands practice bride binding on them, even if the husband's House did not practice bride binding, and would actually murder their husbands on the spot if they refused!
To these noble women of especially traditional cavalry Houses, it was actually considered an unforgivable insult not to bind them at night, and husbands who refused to bind them rarely lived long, murdered in their sleep by the wives they had insulted and dishonoured.
Ynarana was too low born to really understand all of the aspects of this peculiar marriage tradition, but she knew that the practice had been heavily romanticised over thousands of years and intertwined with notions of warrior honour the way that cavalry traditions do.
To the women born into these strange families, it was (paradoxically) seen as an honour and a compliment to be bound helpless each night by their husbands. The romanticised reasoning stated that the wife was seen as so fearsome and strong and deadly that her husband dare not sleep with such a powerful woman without binding her, for his own physical safety. If he bound you then that meant he thought you were fearsomely strong, and if he refused to bind you that meant he thought you were harmlessly weak, a terrible insult that demanded death for the husband.
The other middle born and high born dark elves in Naggaroth had a combination of fear and desire for these fearsome women of bride binding families, when they were bound the husbands could freely molest their wives' bodies as they saw fit, but neglect or forget to bind them and you died in your sleep and had only yourself to blame.
Ynarana found it odd to think of some arrogant high born lady tied down to the bed howling with laughter as her husband tickled her, as Torvines had done to Ynarana. Even stranger the thought that the high born lady DEMANDED this undignified restraint on pain of death. And the husbands absolutely WOULD tickle them and worse, dark elf men just couldn't help doing mischief to a restrained woman in their bed.
Ynarana had seen some of these fearsome high born women riding with their husbands in Clar Karond, and the thought of their sleeping arrangements had always amused Ynarana. The ladies were so proud and regal in public, but so utterly subordinated to their husbands in private, laying in bride binding, begging and pleading their cruel husbands to stop doing mischief upon their bodies.
The weirdest thing was how HAPPY these ladies looked in the presence of their husbands, they looked genuinely affectionate with their husbands, not hateful or resentful at all, smiling and talking happily with their husbands as they rode on horseback.
Ynarana fidgeted in her own bride binding, apprehensive about her own future.
Tonight with Torvines tickling her had been hellishly unpleasant, he had not stopped no matter how much she begged him, and only the irritated neighbours had saved her. The thought of this happening every night chilled Ynarana to the core.
Ynarana didn't know how she would endure this.
Ynarana thought about the practice of bride binding, specifically about the few parts of the practice that were actually beneficial for the wife. Being a bride binding wife entitled Ynarana to certain rights and privileges that other dark elves rarely got to enjoy.
First and foremost, Torvines was strictly forbidden by tradition from murdering Ynarana for any reason. The dark elves of highly traditional cavalry families despised the weak and dishonourable, and nothing was viewed as weaker and more pathetically dishonourable than a strong cavalry man murdering his defenceless bound bride.
Husbands who practiced bride binding and then murdered their wives were universally despised by the cavalry Houses that practiced bride binding. Any husbands who did were viewed as being so cravenly weak and cowardly that they needed to wait until their wives were bound to kill them, making these men utter weaklings in the view of their House, weaklings that the House would murder on the spot for tarnishing the honour and reputation of their House.
The same went for mutilating or permanently injuring their bound brides, such acts were seen as cravenly weak.
Even if Ynarana pulled out a knife and tried to murder Torvines in front of many witnesses, Torvines STILL wasn't permitted to kill or mutilate Ynarana without violating tradition and looking weak. After all, if a woman as completely dominated as a bound bride was insubordinate enough to actually try to kill her husband, then obviously it was the husband's fault for not having a firmer hand in punishing her to obedience.
Torvines was expected by tradition to punish and discipline Ynarana firmly to keep her well behaved and obedient, but he was forbidden from killing her or causing permanent injuries to her. Taming and disciplining a bound bride well was viewed as a display of strength, and only the weak failed to tame their fierce wives.
This itself was a huge relief, Torvines could tickle her half insane and sexually molest her body with impunity, but he could never kill or maim her.
Not only was Ynarana protected from serious harm by Torvines, but she was also somewhat protected from harm by others too during the hours of bedtime, especially from the assassins of other traditional cavalry Houses.
Murdering a defenceless bound bride during her nightly binding was considered the act of a craven weakling, even if you were not her husband. High born ladies who practiced bride binding with their husbands were generally considered untouchable by rival traditional Houses during the hours of sleep, and only the husbands of these women would be attacked by any night time assassins these rival Houses hired.
This was not universal, and nobles of less traditional Houses were occasionally craven and foolish enough to target bound brides tied down to their beds, (much to the disgust of the more traditional Houses), but the bound brides were at least protected from nighttime targeting by other Houses who valued these traditions. The traditional Houses, even bitter rival Houses, would instantly join forces together against a less traditional House who murdered one of the bound brides, wiping out the hated less traditional House for offending their collective notion of honour.
Quite a few noble or middle born Houses had been completely exterminated by a massive coalition of normally bitter rivals over the years, always as a result of some egregious offence to their deeply held traditions such as the murder of bound brides, and the other less traditional Houses had learned to leave the bound brides alone if they valued their lives. The bound brides were untouchable during binding hours.
This combination of protections meant that Ynarana would be surprisingly safe from harm when bound each night once she was married. House Movavul was part of the whole ensemble of highly traditional Houses that joined together in massive deadly coalitions whenever a bound bride was murdered, and as a House Movavul bound bride Ynarana would be absolutely protected from harm.
Ynarana just wished that she was also protected from being tickled by Torvines...
Ynarana sighed, this would be a difficult life.
***...
Ynarana's gloved arms felt sore and uncomfortable bound stretched above her head to the bed head, she grunted in discomfort and blinked sleepily, only just woken up.
Ynarana couldn't move, bound fast to the bed, limbs tightly stretched so that she was unable to even wiggle her body much.
The bedding still covered her entire body up to the neck, keeping her gloriously warm in the cool morning air, and the warm body of Torvines lay sleeping beside her under the covers.
Ynarana was itchy, her muscles were stretched uncomfortably, and she badly needed to pee.
Ynarana turned her sleepy eyes to the shuttered window, and saw that the sun was about an hour from rising.
Ynarana groaned, clearing her throat.
"Torvines," Ynarana said softly to wake him.
Torvines groaned sleepily and blinked himself barely awake.
"Torvines I need to pee," Ynarana told him softly.
Torvines seemed to suddenly remember that Ynarana was in bride binding, and grinned at her playfully.
"My bladder is very full, I will wet the bed if you tickle me," Ynarana warned, not in the mood.
Torvines poked her in the armpit anyway, making her flinch and almost pee herself.
"I very badly need to pee," Ynarana said again, irritated now.
Torvines hesitated, gave her breasts a quick grope, and then reluctantly untied the knots on the bed, leaving the ropes hanging from her wrists and ankles.
Ynarana rushed to get a chamber pot from under the bed, lowered her pants and sat down on it, urinating loudly, changing her rag as she did so.
Ynarana had a glorious scratch all over and stretched her sore limbs, emptying her bladder completely.
"Come back to bed and I will tie you back up," Torvines said eagerly.
"I don't think so Torvines, I am not going back to sleep so you don't need to tie me," Ynarana said calmly.
"I want to do things other than sleeping," Torvines told her.
"You don't need to bind me to have sex, the bride binding is only for sleeping," Ynarana put her foot down.
"Why are you being so difficult Ynarana?", Torvines complained unhappily.
"I don't want to be tickled again like last night, I hated that," Ynarana said unhappily.
"Don't be like that Ynarana, it was fun," Torvines dismissed her concerns.
"For you maybe it was fun, it was horrible for me," Ynarana said firmly.
"Ynarana, you have never spoken to me so rudely before!", Torvines snapped angrily.
"I have never been this cross with you before!", Ynarana snapped back, surprised by her own candour.
"You have been cross with me before?," Torvines asked accusingly.
"You want to know when I was cross before?, What about that time you let Sethelel be gang raped for two hours and wouldn't even let me help her!", Ynarana snarled at him with a terrible glorious release of rage.
"How DARE you raise your voice at me!", Torvines snarled back in a rage.
Ynarana shouted angrily back at him, both of them shouting so loudly over the top of each other that half the plantation house heard it.
The door to the room soon opened and Torvines' mother rushed in wearing a dressing gown and bride binding gloves with well used ropes hanging from her wrists and ankles, clearly only just freed from her bindings by her own husband.
"What happened?", Torvines' mother asked soothingly.
Ynarana and Torvines both angrily shouted over the top of each other to reply, both so incredibly angry.
"Oh dear, this almost always happens after the first night of bride binding, it brings tempers to the surface at the beginning," Torvines' mother soothed in her wonderfully kind and reassuring voice.
Ynarana and Torvines both tried to speak at the same time, airing their grievances to this sympathetic listener.
"This anger is normal at the start until the couple learns to communicate properly, bride binding always dredges up negative emotions to the surface like this. This is completely normal," Torvines' mother soothed calmingly.
Ynarana was just so angry and upset, the floodgates of her emotions fully opened up now.
Torvines' mother was absolutely wonderful, calming Torvines and Ynarana down with her beautiful emotional warmth.
"This is all absolutely normal, I screamed at my husband for hours after my own first time of bride binding too. Every young couple goes through this," she encouraged them.
Ynarana couldn't even imagine Torvines' mother screaming angrily for hours.
"Bride binding dredges up all the negativity to the surface and lays it bare to be dealt with. I used to be hate filled and miserable when I was young, full of negativity. Bride binding then let me dredge up all my toxic emotions to the surface and put them to rest. Now I am happy and carefree and have a light heart," Torvines' mother recounted seriously.
"You were once as miserable and unhappy as me?", Ynarana asked, surprising herself with her unchecked candour.
"Oh absolutely, you would not even recognise the miserable creature I used to be before bride binding freed me of all of my inner toxins," Torvines' mother explained seriously.
"Back in Clar Karond I would sometimes see great ladies of Houses that practiced bride binding, and they always looked so happy, the happiest people I have ever seen. Is that because of the bride binding?", Ynarana asked seriously.
"Yes, it is a glorious release, to just let go of everything within and feel genuine joy. It leads to better communication, deeper connection between spouses, and much deeper intimacy. It feels so awful at the beginning when you feel like you just hate your husband with a passion, but soon you feel better and better, and you feel so lighthearted that you might be flying with joy," Torvines' mother said so beautifully and with such emotional depth that Ynarana found herself weeping in her own toxicity.
"There there dear," Torvines' mother soothed encouragingly.
Torvines himself seemed soothed by his remarkably calming mother, his anger vanishing.
"I am just such a mess, I am so full of pain, so full of rage, so full of hate, so full of fear. I just feel like a tight thin outer skin hiding poisonous trash inside," Ynarana admitted with painful honesty.
Torvines' mother nodded encouragingly, sitting on the edge of the bed with Ynarana, a hand rubbing the topless Ynarana's bare back, coaxing her so incredibly.
"You are clearly carrying some terrible painful burdens in your heart, I can sense your trauma... And your fear. You are deeply afraid, but you have nothing to fear from me," Torvines' mother said so beautifully and so compassionately.
Ynarana broke down weeping into her hands, feeling some small part of her monstrous burden lifting, this woman's words were like air to the drowning.
Torvines seemed to have calmed all of his rage seeing Ynarana's deep trauma being exposed, and sat down on her other side, also attempting to soothe her.
"I am going to ask a bold question that you don't have to answer, a guess really," Torvines' mother said carefully.
Ynarana nodded fearfully.
"My question is, were you ever sexually molested in your youth, as a child or adolescent per chance?"
Ynarana slumped wretchedly and nodded profusely.
"It wasn't my parents," Ynarana added quickly, feeling that this detail was important.
"I thought so, you carry the distinctive look of one interfered with at a far too young age," Torvines' mother said softly.
"I don't want to talk about it," Ynarana said adamantly.
"Few people ever do. Your secrets are yours to give only as you wish, I will not press for them," Torvines' mother reassured her.
"Why are you so nice, this isn't normal," Ynarana said honestly.
Torvines' mother laughed lyrically, smiling warmly.
Ynarana felt like all her pain and problems were far away in this woman's presence, and Ynarana couldn't help smiling for no real reason, just so happy.
"You are such a dear thing Ynarana, my son is lucky to have met you," Torvines' mother said fondly.
"Is that really true though?, Surely half the women in Naggaroth would be better than me," Ynarana sniffed softly.
"You are so humble," Torvines' mother chuckled.
"I sometimes fake my orgasms," Ynarana whispered with a wistful chuckle.
"Oh my dear girl so do I!," Torvines' mother laughed in delight.
"You fake your orgasms?", Torvines asked unhappily.
"Not all the time, only sometimes. Most nights I am all over you and climaxing so hard that it's scary!", Ynarana reassured him with a laugh, infected by the beautiful heart of Torvines' mother.
Torvines' mother laughed happily, and even Torvines himself seemed amused and reassured by this.
"Honestly mother, Ynarana just doesn't stop, at one point I had to avoid sex with her every second day just to recover. She is just so energetic," Torvines' admitted, seemingly so at ease around his mother that he felt comfortable talking about this extremely personal topic.
Ynarana grinned naughtily.
"But last night ruined everything, ruined all the rhythms we have built up. I couldn't move, I could only lay there as he did everything. I like to participate, I don't like to just lay still," Ynarana admitted.
"That is a very common complaint with bride binding, the wives want to have agency in the sex, not to just submit to their husband." Torvines' mother reassured Ynarana.
"I also absolutely HATE when he tickles me," Ynarana admitted.
"I did too, all wives hate it at first. It is so horrible at the beginning, but then it gradually becomes fun and enjoyable, you learn to actually love it," Torvines' mother said cheerfully.
"I don't think I will ever find it enjoyable, I just want it to stop," Ynarana replied.
"You will find it enjoyable in time, all of us bound brides learn to enjoy such playful mischief, even the really high born ladies learn to endure and enjoy it without murdering their husbands for the indignity of such treatment," Torvines' mother promised Ynarana.
"I would rather it stopped," Ynarana pressed.
"I am afraid that being a bound bride means learning to endure such things, when we lay in bride binding we are completely helpless and unable to stop our husbands. We have no choice but to find a way of enduring such aggravations, our husbands have the right to punish and discipline and torment us as they wish when we are bound," Torvines' mother apologised.
Ynarana sighed unhappily.
"It WILL get better, and he won't torment you every night. Some nights he will be tired or lazy and will just have brief sex with you and then fall asleep. You will both settle into a rhythm and this will all become boringly normal." Torvines' mother promised.
"Could we make some agreement to perhaps limit such mischief to no more than a certain amount each night and no more?", Ynarana offered calmly.
"I'm sorry but absolutely not, the bride binding tradition is very clear on that matter. As bound brides our husbands have the absolute right to punish and discipline and torment us as much as they wish during our nightly bride binding, it is our duty to endure our punishments, it is good for us to be disciplined by our husbands to make us better wives," Torvines' mother explained apologetically.
Ynarana slumped.
"Don't get upset, you love and trust my son don't you?", Torvines' mother encouraged.
"Not as much as you love your own husband, compared to your love I feel most inadequate," Ynarana said choosing her words with great care.
Torvines' mother became quiet, seemingly offended!
Ynarana gasped and apologised profusely, not sure what madness had possessed her to reveal something so dangerous. Torvines' mother was still a dark elf!
"No no, don't apologise, I appreciate your honesty. The truth is that I at first did not love my husband so much either, but the love grew with time." Torvines' mother reassured Ynarana.
Torvines however looked offended.
"What exactly do you mean Ynarana!", Torvines demanded indignantly.
Ynarana flinched and became instantly defensive.
Torvines' mother tutted in annoyance at her son.
"We are trying to coax Ynarana into opening up, don't spook her like that!", Torvines' mother reprimanded.
Torvines' mother expertly coaxed Ynarana into feeling safe again, hushing her son every time he tried to butt in, and Ynarana felt herself involuntarily opening up again to this remarkably soothing woman.
"Start at the beginning dear, what are your thoughts about Torvines," Torvines' mother encouraged Ynarana to speak with beautiful warmth.
"My thoughts are... Complex," Ynarana began.
Torvines' mother nodded for Ynarana to continue.
"I know that a lot of people probably think that I am some ambitious social climber who just wants to sink my teeth into Torvines for the wealth and prestige, but I am honestly nothing like that," Ynarana began, encouraged to continue speaking.
"I never had any such ambitions. Torvines was just meant to be a man I had sex with, most nights when I was silly with drink I would have drunken sex with Torvines, then after the sex was over I would think no more about it until the next time we had sex."
"It was very casual, very playful, I had no ambitions of the relationship actually leading anywhere, I was just a young free spirit frolicking playfully in my youth,"
Torvines' mother gasped out a huge sigh of relief and hugged Ynarana in apparent gratitude.
"Thank Khaine for that!, Oh Khaine that is the most beautiful words you have ever spoken to me Ynarana!", Torvines' mother said with deep sincere feeling.
"Ynarana...", Torvines said, sounding genuinely touched by her lack of ambitious manipulation.
"Torvines himself can confirm that when he first proposed marriage to me I refused, I had no ambition in that direction." Ynarana confided, feeling very safe now.
"Such lack of malicious scheming ambition is rare in a dark elf, this is honestly better than I could have imagined," Torvines' mother said with deep approval and gratefulness.
"This carefree nightly sexual play with Torvines then all of a sudden became so serious, I suddenly had to contemplate marriage and babies and such serious things I had not thought about before. I was very reluctant to eventually say yes, but I did say yes eventually," Ynarana confided, bending the truth only very slightly.
Torvines and his mother were both gazing at Ynarana with rapt interest, actual empathy written even on Torvines' face.
"I mentally accepted that I would be Torvines' wife, and got comfortable with this notion. But now I find that being Torvines' wife means bride binding and being tormented every night, and I feel so... So ANGRY!", Ynarana admitted with considerable feeling.
"Dear sweet girl, that is completely understandable given your tale thus far." Torvines' mother told Ynarana empathetically.
"I felt so betrayed last night, the man who claims to love me did such cruel things to me when I was trapped defenceless in bride binding, it was horrible," Ynarana felt safe enough to admit.
Torvines' mother gave Ynarana a great big cuddle, making Ynarana feel so safe and protected and listened to.
"You will be an absolutely wonderful wife for my son, and a wonderful daughter in law for me. Your lack of ambition has soothed all of the fears I admittedly had about you," Torvines' mother praised Ynarana in her warm cuddle.
"You had fears about me?", Ynarana asked calmly.
"I most certainly did. My son, at the height of his career, is suddenly engaged to a lowest born tanner's daughter we hadn't even heard he was in a relationship with. My husband and I feared the worst, I imagined you to be some horrible conniving social climber just selfishly using my son," Torvines' mother admitted with brutal honesty.
Ynarana laughed at the mere thought of herself actually instigating any of this.
Torvines' mother chuckled too.
Ynarana was smiling more than she had in a long time, she felt like she had dropped some heavy burdens off her heart, it felt glorious to be so light hearted.
Torvines himself seemed to have gained some new appreciation for Ynarana, some genuine empathy for her own feelings and heart.
"Perhaps I was a bit too hard on you last night, I, I apologise Ynarana," Torvines hesitantly apologised to her.
Ynarana hugged Torvines before she even knew what she was doing, so touched that he had actually apologised to her.
"I certainly don't want you to hate me," Torvines' told her.
"That time Sethelel got raped I did, I PASSIONATELY hated you that night," Ynarana felt safe enough to softly and calmly inform him.
Torvines stiffened, but his mother calmed the situation down before it could escalate.
Ynarana gave a carefully edited recount of the night in the watch tower when Sethelel was gang raped by Torvines' dark riders, and how Torvines had prevented Ynarana from even helping Sethelel.
Torvines' mother gave Torvines a look.
"That was very cruel," Torvines' mother complained.
"The low born was weak, she deserved it," Torvines defended.
"This was the same Sethelel who just recently survived a bare knuckle brawl with a vampire that unhorsed you and killed one of your dark riders?", Torvines' mother asked cuttingly.
Torvines paused at these words.
"Do you still hate my son?", Torvines' mother asked Ynarana, turning to her.
"Some times I do, last night when he tickled me I hated him," Ynarana admitted.
"What about love, do you love him?", Torvines' mother asked gently.
"That area still needs more work. I certainly have a very... Sexual, relationship with your son, but I am not sure if that is what love is. Is sex the same thing as love," Ynarana admitted carefully.
Torvines was incensed, but the two women ignored his predictable reaction.
"Well then lets talk about this sexual type of love you feel, that is at least a start," Torvines' mother encouraged.
Ynarana felt terrible to lie to this wonderful woman, but of course would not dare to tell the truth that she was a Gwendil. Ynarana hesitated, thinking what lie to say.
"I have very very sexual feelings for Torvines, I climax so hard with him. I become like an animal, I just can't stop once I start, it feels so good," Ynarana fabricated sounding as honest as possible.
Torvines smiled smugly at these words.
"I just want so much sex with him, I never want it to end, I hate going even a day without it. The thought of not having this pleasure every day for the rest of my life is unimaginable. Is this feeling love?", Ynarana lied passionately.
Torvines was completely calmed from his earlier indignation now, grinning proudly at these gratifying words.
Torvines' mother laughed encouragingly.
"I don't know if I would call that love exactly, but it is certainly a good start," Torvines' mother laughed approvingly.
There was a knock at the door at this point, and Torvines' father poked his head through the door.
Ynarana was still topless and sitting on the edge of the bed wearing the ropes and gloves of bride binding, with Torvines and his mother sitting to either side of her, (Torvines himself still naked!)
Ynarana covered her nipples with a gloved arm chastely, and Torvines had the sense to actually put on some pants. Torvines' father entered the room, clad in a dressing gown.
Torvines' mother greeted him lovingly, smiling warmly with very obvious love, and the father walked over to them.
"Is everything well, you have been in here a long time." Torvines' father told his wife.
"The usual tempers of the first night of bride binding have reared their ugly head. I have calmed things down now," Torvines' mother said warmly.
"Are you ready to return to your bindings my love," Torvines' father asked huskily.
The mother asked Ynarana and Torvines if they were ok now.
Ynarana nodded, as did Torvines.
"Very well. My own bride binding awaits me," Torvines' mother said happily, and left the room with her husband.
Ynarana and Torvines were left alone in the room, sitting together on the bed.
"Shall you also be returning to your bride binding?", Torvines asked Ynarana softly.
Ynarana was surprised when she actually agreed, and consented to be tied down again.
Ynarana felt vulnerable but strangely not afraid as she lay stretched tightly across the bed in her bride binding, with Torvines crouching over her.
Torvines hands immediately began to fondle her breasts, and Ynarana consented to this, feeling very calm and relaxed right now.
Torvines spent a long time fondling and touching her bare breasts, enjoying himself. Ynarana made little aroused noises, immediately thinking about the vampire to excite herself.
"That feels so good, you are making me wet," Ynarana moaned to Torvines.
Torvines grinned, and put a hand over the rag in her pants, rubbing the rag so wonderfully.
Ynarana groaned in genuine pleasure, closing her eyes in bliss as he rubbed the rag into her clitoris, imagining it was Vladana rubbing her down there.
"You have no idea how good that feels," Ynarana groaned.
Torvines chuckled huskily, and pulled down her pants.
"By Khaine that is a mess!, It is dripping!", Torvines hissed in dismay, frantically returning the rag between her legs and wiping the dripping red mess.
"It got on the bedding, will it cause a stain?", Torvines fretted.
"It might," Ynarana apologised.
Torvines pulled Ynarana's pants back up, and stripped the bedding out from under her, leaving her in bride binding over the bare lumpy mattress.
Torvines then left the room with the soiled bedding, heading to the laundry slaves, leaving Ynarana bound down topless to the bed...
Ynarana fidgeted in her bride binding, her bare chest was getting cold without the bed covers.
Torvines returned quickly, and resumed playing with Ynarana's breasts, making her moan again.
When he wasn't tickling her this bride binding was actually quite nice, she just got to lay here and be sexually pampered.
"This is nice," Ynarana told Torvines honestly.
Torvines leaned down and began kissing her. It was strangely wonderful, even for this Gwendil.
Ynarana felt absolutely wonderful as Torvines proceeded to give her a sensual orgasm.
***...
Ynarana and Sethelel and the other bitten Gwendils were all very eager to question the other Gwendils at breakfast a bit later, walking around the room and whispering happily in each other's ears.
"It was fun, REALLY fun," one of the Gwendils whispered in Ynarana's ear.
"Details details," Ynarana whispered happily.
"Our friend, our friend went to every single tower last night, changing towers all through the night," the Gwendil whispered.
"Go on," Ynarana eagerly pressed.
"Our friend wore her cloak so that we could control ourselves and not make noises. She then bit us inside our vaginas where Lordling Runor won't see the wounds and sucked blood out of our feminine openings!"
Ynarana giggled in delight.
"What are you all giggling and whispering about with your friends," Torvines' mother asked happily.
"Oh nothing, nothing important, just some inside gossip among the girls," Ynarana lied with a giggle.
Ynarana was pressed for details but didn't say a word.
"Oh you silly young things and your gossips, ah to be so young again," Torvines' mother laughed, and did not press any further for details.
Ynarana was supposed to be sitting with Torvines and the two groups of parents, but couldn't help walking all around the room whispering to Gwendils and giggling. The entire room was a cacophony of giggling.
"You will have to excuse the youthful energy of my female employees," Lordling Runor chuckled to the parents, obviously finding the giggling young females very delightful.
"Few sounds are so lovely as happy young women," Torvines' mother replied happily.
Ynarana continued to whisper to the night shift, getting more and more details.
Vladana had been very wise, and had made sure that each individual elf woman was drained of so little blood that no one would notice any changes in them, feeding a tiny bit on every single Gwendil in the entire night shift to collectively get enough blood to completely satisfy her hunger.
Vladana had very carefully spread the women open, and pierced one of her fangs into the soft anatomy just inside their openings, filling them with a small amount of blood which she then erotically sucked out of them.
Ynarana was so jealous, while she was suffering in bride binding, the other Gwendils got their vaginas sucked on by the gorgeous Vladana!
Ynarana was very much looking forward to going back on duty again to join in with this fun, and sidled up to Lordling Runor to adorably ask him about going back on night shift.
Lordling Runor seemed impressed by her eagerness to go back out into dangerous duty so soon, but looked to the guests, unsure if they would protest.
"Don't get yourself killed before the wedding," Ynarana was told by the various parents, who were apparently not happy about her facing the vampire again.
"The vampires didn't attack anyone last night, not even the slaves," Ynarana reassured them.
"Is this just an effort to get out of bride binding tonight, you seem awfully awfully eager?", Torvines' mother asked suspiciously.
Torvines and his father both laughed.
"Nice try, but you need to learn to get used to it, especially when I am here to help advise you. New bound brides need a seasoned bound bride to mentor them, it is best for you to make the most of my stay so that I can mentor you," Torvines' mother said sympathetically but firmly.
Ynarana visibly wilted, so disappointed. She wanted so much to spend time with Vladana tonight!
"No more night shifts until I leave, I am sorry Ynarana but I must be firm. You need to spend each night in bride binding while I am here so that I can mentor you through this difficult time of transition. If you wait until I am gone then it will just cause more blazing arguments without me present to help you," Torvines' mother said kindly but with a tone of stern finality.
Ynarana's posture deflated, she was just so disappointed.
"I know he tickles you but you just need to endure it. I will mentor you every day and guide you through this," Torvines' mother told Ynarana.
Ynarana nodded disappointedly, sighing glumly.
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