Chapter 7(Von)
Sethelel Cirar, the Gwendil and lover of Ynarana Mekrath, was extremely damp and slippery down below as she peered down the length of her naked body at the cloaked vampire bent down between her legs.
The vampire, who used the pseudonym "Vladana" as a name in Naggaroth to hide her true name, was so completely beautiful that she needed to keep herself covered with a long black cloak to stop the Gwendils from basically trying to rape her on the spot, they just couldn't physically help themselves, the Lahmian vampire was just too sexy when naked.
The only part of Vladana's body that was currently visible was her stunningly beautiful face and head and long brilliantly blonde hair, and even this small glimpse of just her shockingly attractive face and hair was enough to utterly dampen a Gwendil more surely than anything.
With this irresistibly desirable Lahmian bending down between the naked Sethelel's legs, Sethelel was so badly excited that she was dribbling feminine juices all over the floor.
Vladana extended a hand, offering Sethelel a saliva soaked strip of thick leather to bite on, the leather strip dripping with the saliva of countless other sexy Gwendils who had used it tonight, and Sethelel eagerly took the leather strip and put it in her mouth, tasting the reassuring saliva of her fellow naked Gwendils and biting hard into the leather strip.
Vladana put her cold undead hands on Sethelel's messy slimy vagina, sending an intense rush of pleasure through her loins, and Sethelel bit hard into the soggy strip of leather to silence herself from moaning audibly!
This watch tower was in earshot of the plantation house, and people might be listening. The Gwendils dared not make a sound during their sexual play, biting on thick strips of leather to silence themselves as they were pleasured by each other.
Sethelel's eyes rolled up into under her forehead in such wonderful slimy pleasurable delights on her soft folds, Vladana's strong cold fingers were probing and rubbing and massaging this messy slippery area so wonderfully, forcing Sethelel to bite back her groans into the leather strip to remain completely silent.
Oh what wonderful things was Vladana doing down there in Sethelel's fragrant well of lady juice?
Sethelel writhed and twisted on the watch tower floor boards in ecstasy, biting desperately into the leather strip, the pleasure so wonderful that Sethelel was almost in a trance of rapture.
Oh Khaine this was so good!
The strong cold fingers expertly manipulated the soft womanly folds and slimy contours, flopping the soft wet parts around, massaging underneath folds that Sethelel didn't even know she possessed, the pleasure completely overwhelming!
Sethelel silently orgasmed unstoppably as her hidden slimy places were expertly massaged by strong undead fingers, fluid spraying out of her opening to spatter Vladana's shockingly beautiful face!
Vladana smiled a fanged smile and wiped the womanly goo from her face, and put a pair of fingers inside Sethelel's front hole, and put a pinkie finger inside Sethelel's back hole, making her jolt in surprise and clench her back hole tightly over the finger!
Sethelel had to bite the leather strip with all her might as the various fingers wiggled inside these two very different holes, what was this unholy pleasure inside her?!
Sethelel climaxed again almost instantly, and then climaxed a second time, and a third time, biting into the leather strip desperately to keep silent!
Vladana pulled her fingers out of these holes, and used a bit of hard corn alcohol poured onto a rag to clean her pinkie finger very thoroughly, removing all hint of Sethelel's back passage from the pale finger.
Sethelel just lay defeated on the floor, panting for breath through her clenched teeth biting into the leather strip, gazing at Vladana in wonder and awe.
Vladana grinned triumphantly at the sexually defeated Sethelel, and moved in for the finishing act!
Sethelel shook her head, afraid of the sheer raw amount of pleasure she was threatened with, and Vladana actually paused, surprising Sethelel.
"I will not rape you," Vladana whispered in her sexy Arnheim accent.
Sethelel was deeply touched by this, and after a hesitant pause she offered herself freely to Vladana, nodding for the finishing act that would completely defeat Sethelel with pleasure.
Vladana nodded and bared her fangs, bringing her face down sideways in between Sethelel's widely spread legs, spreading Sethelel's womanhood open as wide as it would go and driving a razor sharp pointed fang hard into the inside wall of this ultimate soft spot!
Sethelel bit into her leather strip to silence her extreme sharp pain as her womanhood was punctured, and Vladana briefly pulled away, letting Sethelel bleed.
Sethelel held herself open with her fingertips and looked down at her wounded lady part. Vladana's fang had left a tiny hole in the side of Sethelel's vagina wall, and this hole was bleeding quite heavily for such a small hole, causing fresh blood mixed with slippery fluid to pool inside Sethelel's open vagina.
Sethelel's vagina gradually filled completely with blood, threatening to overflow, and Vladana buried her sexy gorgeous face between Sethelel's legs just before she could overflow!
Pleasure more extreme than anything mortal minds could conceive or imagine filled Sethelel, instantaneously overwhelming her!
Being bitten and drained of blood by a vampire simply on your arm was a pleasure far better than any sex. Being bitten and drained on your VAGINA was to take an already impossible pleasure and increase it beyond mortal endurance!
Sethelel bit the leather strip with all her might as the god of all orgasmic pleasures engulfed her entire being, amazed that she managed to remain silent under such extreme pleasure!
Sethelel had something that might be called an orgasm, but was a million times more pleasurable, some new words needed to be invented to name this sort of super orgasm, it was too much better than any mere orgasm!
Vladana's impossibly strong mouth was sucking the bloody fluid out of Sethelel's yearning womanhood, and the pleasure was so extreme that Sethelel could only lay stunned, biting the leather strip desperately to maintain her silence!
The pleasure just went on and on, Sethelel basking in this new wonderful existence of nothing but pleasure, this right here was heaven.
Vladana's sucking mouth slowed down, and her long strong tongue pushed deep inside her and wiggled around energetically!
The wonderful tongue licked the small wound inside her, and Sethelel seemed to stop bleeding very quickly, staunching the flow by some vampiric ability.
The remaining blood was very slowly sucked from her depths, and the tongue lingered, wiggling so wonderfully.
Vladana very gradually reduced the pleasure, not stopping suddenly lest Sethelel crash, and brought Sethelel back down to the land of normality with gentle licking.
Sethelel was completely ok when Vladana removed her mouth and tongue from Sethelel's womanhood, and Sethelel spat out the strip of leather, panting wonderfully in a blissful afterglow.
Vladana smiled, and held her belly through her cloak, as though she had overeaten.
"Are you well?", Sethelel whispered.
"I feel bloated, I am over filled with blood, I need to keep still to keep it all down, I feel nauseous." Vladana whispered, and lay down on the floor beside Sethelel, holding her abdomen in slight pain.
Other Gwendils approached Vladana, eager to play and be vaginally fed on.
Vladana apologised in a whisper, explaining her overindulged situation and asking for some time to recover and digest her meal of blood. Vladana had fed on many many more besides Sethelel tonight, and had fed extremely well on the extremely eager Gwendils.
The other Gwendils were disappointed but graciously understanding, and many lay down on the floor with Sethelel and Vladana, forming a delightfully comfortable naked group snuggle, with only the cloaked Vladana wearing a thing right now in what was basically a night long nightly Gwendil orgy.
Vladana had been completely welcomed into the ranks of the Gwendils as one of them, coming every night to feed and play, and she seemed to be quickly settling into this Gwendil community. Vladana herself described herself as "bisexual", apparently meaning she was both Gwendil and normal at the same time, sexually attracted to both genders, and this was good enough for the Gwendils to accept her as one of their own.
Vladana had been hesitant to speak about her past, but had shared a few details. She was born and raised in the human districts of Arnheim, and had a rich sexy New World accent. She was a fairly recently sired Lahmian vampire "thrall", and had been some sort of vampire prostitute in a vampire brothel that offered highly sexual blood drinking services to paying brothel customers.
Vladana had then somehow fallen afoul of her vampiric kin for reasons undisclosed, and had been forced to flee Arnheim for her life and find somewhere safe from her angry vampire kin, fleeing north, half starving for blood, barely surviving a perilous journey through the monster infested swamps of the Doom Glades.
Vladana had been starving when she passed beyond the Doom Glades and into the impenetrably dark Black Forests of Naggaroth proper, and getting weak and desperate, but she had been incredibly lucky and stumbled across a trio of escaped human slaves making their way south to freedom in Arnheim.
The desperately hungry Vladana had drained these three slaves completely dry of blood, becoming strong enough to continue, and had continued heading north and west, seeking out more blood to drink.
Vladana had eventually stumbled upon this isolated region of plantations right at the edge of the forest, and had been making a nuisance of herself draining slaves, being gradually driven from one plantation after another by military forces, with Lordling Runor's plantation simply being the latest feeding ground for Vladana.
The few plantations that Vladana had been driven from previously all knew that a vampire was in the area, but with typical dark elf spitefulness for rival neighbours, they had kept this information secret in the hope that Vladana would wreck havoc on their rivals, the bunch of assholes!
The Gwendil communities in these other plantations were aware of the berserk vampire in the area, but such news traveled slowly, (for Gwendils dare not write letters), and this information had yet to filter through the Gwendil community at large in the Clar Karond area.
Vladana herself was tired of constantly fighting and struggling for every meal, and was wretchedly lonely all by herself. She needed safe meals, company in her loneliness, and genuine allies in Naggaroth to help her and advise her, and so she had willingly joined the Gwendils to meet these needs she had.
The Gwendils were delighted to have their own sexy pet Lahmian vampire to play with, gaining not only sexual gratification but also protection from being killed by Vladana herself. It was also very good for the plantation that provided them all with employment and refuge, as Vladana no longer killed the slaves that were the lifeblood of this plantation. It was just a win for everyone to have this alliance.
The Gwendils and their pet vampire lay together on the floor having a glorious relaxing snuggle, not speaking, just listening to the night outside the tower.
Sounds from the plantation house dominated the noise levels outside, in particular the racket of noise coming from the guest bedroom that Torvines' parents were staying in.
"(Very loud and hard melodic laughter), oh Tovonnith, you are tickling my ribs so much tonight! Are my ribs a harpsichord for your fingers?", the heavily laughing voice of Torvines' mother rang out through the night air.
The Gwendils all smirked softly and quietly to themselves, Torvines' mother Safafi Movavul the bound bride was absolutely adorable.
Torvines' parents were named Tovonnith and Safafi, Tovonnith the father and Safafi the mother, and they were an absolutely adorable couple, especially Safafi.
Safafi's melodic adorable laughter rang loudly, as it had been for more than an hour already, interspersed with adorable dialogue about her husband incessantly tickling her.
Safafi the bound bride was extremely loud, but strangely did not actually sound offended or cross with her husband for tormenting her. She commented on her torment, but never seemed to suggest that her husband was doing anything wrong to her, nor question his right to do this to her.
"My ribs are so sensitive tonight Tovonnith, this is a hard discipline I must endure!", Safafi laughed hard in an adorable laugh.
The Gwendils all giggled, Safafi was adorably cute.
"That poor woman has been tickled for over an hour, her husband is a brute!", Vladana hissed disapprovingly in a whisper.
"Bound brides are just weird like this," one of the Gwendils whispered back.
"That poor woman needs to be rescued from that horrid man abusing her!", Vladana whispered back crossly.
Sethelel cut in at this point.
"Safafi Movavul is the most happily married woman I have ever met, she adores her husband and won't thank anyone for rescuing her," Sethelel whispered.
"She is happily married?", Vladana asked in surprise.
"The most happily married woman I have ever met," Sethelel whispered.
The Gwendils all went briefly silent at this, listening to Safafi's loud and adorably cute sounding laughter.
"Your fingers play their rib harpsichord so much!", Safafi squealed adorably with laughter.
The Gwendils all giggled.
"This situation isn't funny, a woman is being abused," Vladana scolded with a cross whisper.
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't actually mind, Safafi Movavul is a kinky freak," another Gwendil whispered with a giggle.
"Oh, you mean it is consensual?", Vladana asked.
The Gwendils all nodded.
"Oh well that is ok then, you should have told me before I made a fool of myself wanting to rescue her," Vladana whispered back.
The adorable heavy laughter and dialogue of Safafi just continued on for a time in the plantation house.
"Tovonnith sure is going a long time with this, do you think he will stop soon?", one of the Gwendils eventually whispered.
"I am surprised that Lordling Runor hasn't asked them to keep the noise down so people can sleep," another Gwendil whispered.
"If they were not guests then he would have ages ago," Sethelel pointed out.
"Yeah, especially since Safafi is a House Movavul bound bride being disciplined by her husband in bride binding, Lordling Runor wouldn't dare to offend all those hyper-conservative bride binding Houses by denying an invited guest his right to discipline his bound bride," another Gwendil giggled.
The Gwendils all giggled, (except for Vladana).
The thought of Lordling Runor trying to explain himself to a massive coalition of incensed bride binding traditionalists, for preventing a bound bride's husband from tickling her all night long if he wished as was his right, was deeply amusing to the Gwendils. Lordling Runor would just about wet himself with fear. There was no way in heaven or hell that Lordling Runor would risk offending the traditionalists, and he would have little choice but to endure this late night racket without complaint.
"Isn't Ynarana about to become a so called "bound bride" to Torvines?", Vladana pointed out.
Sethelel's face fell.
Sethelel immediately felt guilty that she hadn't even thought about her lover Ynarana this entire time.
The other Gwendils also became unhappy at this reminder about poor Ynarana.
"Can we not at least rescue Ynarana, she is one of us, she most certainly doesn't want to end up like Safafi," Vladana whispered seriously.
"She certainly wouldn't enjoy that, but I am not sure if we safely can rescue her," Sethelel whispered glumly.
"I could kill her so called "husband" Torvines after the wedding, making her a widow," Vladana offered.
"That would not be very nice to Torvines' mother Safafi, Ynarana would be very reluctant to agree to hurt Safafi like that," Sethelel whispered.
"Does Ynarana have a crush on Safafi or something?", Vladana asked.
"Um, well as Ynarana's current girlfriend I sincerely hope not!", Sethelel hissed jealously.
"No I don't think she has sexual feelings for Safafi, but Ynarana and Safafi are still very close, Safafi is Ynarana's bride binding mentor and soon to be mother in law, Ynarana is fast becoming like a daughter to Safafi and Ynarana is extremely fond of her," another Gwendil opined.
"And killing Torvines will effect this relationship?", Vladana whispered curiously.
"It would completely ruin the relationship. If Torvines dies without getting Ynarana pregnant then Safafi and Ynarana will have no reason to even maintain any contact or relationship at all. If Torvines puts a baby in her first before he died then this baby would be Safafi's grandchild and let them stay in contact, but the death of Torvines would still be a bitter blow that would darken their relationship," the Gwendil explained.
"That complicates things. But is this bond with Safafi really so important to Ynarana?", Vladana asked.
"We really need to ask Ynarana. This is Ynarana's life we are talking about, it has to be her decision," Sethelel whispered loyally.
"Of course of course," Vladana agreed adamantly.
"(Hard melodic laughter), Oh Tovonnith will you not stop soon, my poor ribs are laughing hard at me to ask you to stop!", Safafi begged in a laughter filled voice.
The Gwendils all giggled again.
"(Hard laughter), All night Tovonnith?!, Surely you jest!", Safafi squealed adorably in response to some inaudible words from her husband.
The laughter suddenly ceased, replaced by Safafi's loud cries of pain.
"What is happening to her?!", Vladana whispered in alarm as Safafi's loud cries of pain continued.
"Her husband is beating her for questioning and mocking his decision to tickle her all night long," Sethelel explained this boringly normal detail.
Vladana was horrified for some reason, becoming upset.
"She is a bound bride and Tovonnith is her husband, he has every right to beat her in punishment," Sethelel explained this obvious fact.
Safafi was still crying out in pain, getting cruelly beaten with a stick or belt by the faint swatting noises that could just be heard.
Vladana did not look happy, but made no move to race to Safafi's rescue either.
"Dearest husband, I apologise profusely for my disrespect, my body is yours to discipline as you wish," Safafi said in tears.
Safafi was suddenly laughing heavily again.
"(Hard laughter), Thank you for disciplining me husband, I love you!", Safafi proclaimed, laughing desperately.
The Gwendils all giggled again.
"That was NOT funny!", Vladana hissed, getting really upset now.
"There is no need to get upset, Safafi is a bound bride, this is just what their lives are like," a Gwendil reassured Vladana.
"Why is her husband even tickling her?", Vladana asked upset.
"For fun, her laugh is really adorable, I would tickle her too," Sethelel chuckled.
"You would?, Would you tickle Ynarana if she was bound at your mercy?", Vladana implored them all.
"Oh absolutely," Sethelel and all of the other Gwendils agreed without hesitation.
"You would?", Vladana asked in dismay.
"I would tickle the absolute shit out of her," Sethelel admitted with a shrug.
"Why?", Vladana asked Sethelel in disbelief.
"Because it would be really REALLY fun," Sethelel chuckled.
"I would put things up Ynarana's bottom," another Gwendil giggled.
Sethelel giggled and agreed that she would too.
"I would put a carrot in her vagina," another Gwendil offered a suggestion.
"Only one carrot?, I would stick like ten carrots inside her lady hole," Sethelel giggled.
"What is wrong with you sick sadists?!", Vladana criticised them.
"We are dark elves," Sethelel and the Gwendils all replied with a shrug.
"If I were bound, what would you do to me?", Vladana asked darkly.
"I would be too scared to do anything too cruel to you, you might actually kill me afterwards, Ynarana would merely get cross without killing me," Sethelel admitted.
"Have you no sympathy at all for your lover becoming Torvines' bound bride?", Vladana accused Sethelel.
"Now that is different, Ynarana is a Gwendil and Torvines is a man, Ynarana would probably enjoy it if we all molested her in bride binding but can't enjoy it with Torvines," Sethelel explained.
"So you do have sympathy for Ynarana?", Vladana clarified.
"Well yes of course, I certainly wouldn't want to be Torvines' bound bride, being molested by Lordling Runor out of bride binding is bad enough already, Ynarana's situation would be absolutely horrible," Sethelel conceded.
"I would still tickle the shit out of her in bride binding and put stuff in her ass and vagina," Sethelel added.
"That's cruel," Vladana complained.
"Ynarana would do exactly the same to me in reversed situations," Sethelel shrugged.
"You dark elves are very different from the high elves of Arnheim," Vladana noted.
"I should hope SO!", every Gwendil in the tower hissed hatefully in unison.
"Why do you high elves and dark elves hate each other so much?, As an outsider I don't understand it," Vladana asked, apparently sincerely.
The Gwendils all erupted in angry passionate whispering about how every bad thing in the universe was all the high elves' fault, pointing out that the high elves were the villains not the innocent dark elves.
"By the gods I shouldn't have asked!, Enough!", Vladana hissed in exasperation at the passionate recounting of thousands of years of elf history, (that was all the high elves' fault).
Safafi was still laughing her head off this entire time, occasionally commenting that her ribs felt like the keys of a harpsichord, but seemed to be choosing her laughter filled words with far greater care now than before.
"Will Ynarana suffer the same fate as Safafi?", Vladana asked sadly.
"Bad as he is, I doubt that Torvines would hit Ynarana the way Tovonnith beat Safafi, Torvines is actually pretty gentle with Ynarana," Sethelel considered.
"He won't hit her?", Vladana asked hopefully.
"Not unless she was completely asking for it, and even then he would probably be more gentle than Tovonnith. Torvines isn't actually all that bad with Ynarana," Sethelel admitted.
"The man who let you be gang raped "isn't all that bad"?, I find that hard to believe," Vladana noted.
"Well he is still terrible, but he is actually not the worst person when it comes to Ynarana, he genuinely loves Ynarana and deeply cares about her. Torvines is the sort of dashing romantic cavalry man that non-Gwendils would throw themselves at," Sethelel explained.
"Even with the bride binding?", Vladana asked.
"The bride binding actually makes him even more desirable to certain women, you would be surprised how many low born dark elf women have a major sexual fantasy about some handsome cavalry man making them his bound bride, and dominating the shit out of them. Young women all across the length and breadth of Naggaroth touch themselves fantasising about it," Sethelel said naughtily.
"Bride binding is kinda hot," another Gwendil agreed naughtily.
Safafi's endless laughter continued to echo through the air...
"You call THAT hot?", Vladana asked acidly.
Several of the kinkier Gwendils nodded that they thought Safafi's predicament was hot.
"If Tovonnith was a woman and I was in Safafi's situation I would be wet as wet can be wet," one of the kinkier Gwendils admitted naughtily.
Vladana simply shook her head at this.
Safafi's endless heavy laughter just continued.
"Why isn't this "Tovonnith" making love to Safafi right now?, Surely that would be more pleasurable for him than this endless sadism?", Vladana asked after a time of saying nothing.
"He probably is having sex with her periodically this entire time, he just never gives her ribs a moment of peace even as he penetrates her," one of the Gwendils pointed out.
Sethelel and the other Gwendils all nodded, that was very probably what Tovonnith was doing to Safafi, Safafi was not saying anything much anymore and she did moan occasionally while she laughed.
"Even assuming that this sort of cruelty is "fun" for you dark elves, tickling Safafi for the entire night is just obscenely cruel and unkind", Vladana complained.
"He won't go the entire night, not even close, he is just telling Safafi that he will to torment her and make her go crazy, he will probably stop before midnight," Sethelel reassured Vladana.
"I know it doesn't sound like it, but Safafi actually enjoys this sort of treatment, she is very kinky," another Gwendil reassured Vladana.
"But what about murdering Torvines?", Vladana changed the subject yet again.
"By Khaine I just HATE this about women that we can never just stay on one topic long enough to finish it, before jumping all around to other topics!", Sethelel whispered in annoyance.
The conversation topic then changed to the topic of women changing the subject constantly, and Sethelel tutted in annoyance.
Safafi just continued to laugh and laugh and laugh long into the night.
***...
Ynarana Mekrath was having a better experience of bride binding tonight, with a minimum amount of tickling thank Khaine. The endless ticklish laughter of Torvines' poor mother filled the plantation house, making sleep difficult, and Torvines was passing the time being silly.
Ynarana was laying topless in bride binding once again, with the bedcovers pulled away so that she was fully exposed to the slightly cold night air, with a naked Torvines laying back to front beside her with his head down near her pants covered pelvis, and his feet dangling past the head of the bed, his penis intimately close to her face.
Torvines held his half-erect member with one hand, and was playfully slapping his penis against her face.
Ynarana blinked as the penis continued to playfully pummel her face, grudgingly tolerating this, (mostly because she couldn't stop it).
Ynarana was a Gwendil, and wasn't particularly pleased to have an elf penis swatting her in the face, it was irritating.
Ynarana followed the pale member with her eyes, not really wanting to see the yucky thing this close.
It was biggish for an elf man, over eight inches long, with a swollen red head on the end of it. It had a foreskin, and testicles at the bottom, but as it was on an elf it had no pubic hair. (Elves didn't grow pubic hair or armpit hair or other yucky types of hair the way humans did, just smooth hairless skin below their head.)
Ynarana fidgeted her face as the big red head of Torvines' penis pummelled her face all over, wanting him to stop but fearing what else he might do if he did stop.
Ynarana had seen many penises since coming to this plantation, but had seen very few before then, being a Gwendil who never showed any interest in men. Penises were yucky distasteful things, about the size of a carrot, and quite amazingly ugly for any Gwendil to look at.
"You like my penis?", Torvines asked her huskily.
"Not in my face I don't," Ynarana replied playfully, sticking out her tongue.
"Do you want to give it a lick?", Torvines chuckled.
"Not really, you urinate out of that thing, I prefer it in my vagina if it must go somewhere," Ynarana told him.
Torvines just kept swatting her in the face with the gross thing.
"Is it big enough?", Torvines asked curiously.
"I wouldn't want it any bigger, I would do myself an injury," Ynarana replied with a laugh.
Torvines was gratified by these words, and rubbed the head all over her face!
This was extremely irritating, but at least he wasn't tickling her, so she endured this without complaint.
Ynarana was completely helpless in her bride binding, and could only lay here and endure this unwanted penis to the face, she couldn't get up and go away, or move or bat the thing away. Ynarana could try to bite if she really wanted to, but feared being punished if she did, and just endured the gross head rubbing her face all over.
The swollen red head poked her in the eye, making her close her eyes defensively and hiss in annoyance.
Torvines chuckled and tried unsuccessfully to put the red head up her nostrils.
Ynarana snorted with amusement despite herself.
Torvines grinned playfully, rubbing it across her lips.
Ynarana playfully pretended to bite without closing her teeth, making him pull away defensively for a moment before realising it was a playful pretend bite.
Torvines laughed at her playful antic, and put the member back to her lips.
Ynarana pretended to bite again, but Torvines didn't pull away, her teeth gently closed to just touch the head without harming it, making playful adorable snarling noises like some biting animal.
Torvines angled himself to point his penis head directly at her open mouth, he then clenched his abdomen and a tiny bit of pee spurted into her mouth!
Ynarana erupted with disgusted noises, pulling her mouth away frantically!
Torvines laughed uproariously, thoroughly pleased with himself.
Ynarana humphed grouchily, still tasting the urine.
Torvines presented his member to her mouth again.
Ynarana closed her mouth tightly.
Torvines poked her in the armpit!
Ynarana giggled and opened her mouth frantically to make him stop.
Torvines aimed carefully at her open mouth and did another tiny spurt of urine!
Ynarana squeaked in dismay and closed her mouth again at the revolting taste of urine, but Torvines just tickled her armpit again until she opened her mouth again!
Torvines peed in her mouth again and again with tiny amounts of pee each time, and Ynarana inadvertently swallowed some of it!
Torvines was laughing uproariously, so pleased with himself as Ynarana made a variety of protesting noises.
Ynarana could do precisely nothing to stop this mischief, and simply endured it grumpily.
Torvines pushed his red head fully inside Ynarana's open mouth, and Ynarana sucked gratefully just to make him stop peeing in her mouth.
Torvines groaned in pleasure as she sucked his head, occasionally reminding her to use less teeth, and Ynarana sucked obediently, disgusted by the gross thing stuffing her entire mouth.
Ynarana used her tongue to caress the head as she sucked energetically, and the member became harder, Torvines groaning in obviously intense pleasure.
The distinctive taste of elf semen suddenly entered her mouth, and Ynarana sucked it all down and swallowed it squeamishly before Torvines even pulled out of her mouth.
Torvines sighed in contentment as he pulled out of her mouth, and repositioned himself to lay beside her on the bed, slipping an arm under her bound body to hold her affectionately.
Ynarana lay calmly in her bride binding, slightly cold without the bedding covering her, and politely asked Torvines to cover her with the bedcovers to keep her warm.
Torvines graciously obliged, pulling the bed covers over her all the way up to just below her bare breasts, making a point of keeping her breasts uncovered for his viewing pleasure of this favourite body part of his.
Torvines wasn't horny anymore, but still played with her breasts and nipples anyway, twiddling her nipples in a way that she found bearable but irritating.
Ynarana just lay quietly without protesting, and closed her eyes, willing to fall asleep right now if Torvines let her.
"No sleeping yet," Torvines teased, giving her armpit a little tickle to make her flinch and open her eyes.
Ynarana looked at him, her face carefully kept calm.
Torvines continued to molest her milk organs, smiling fondly at her.
Torvines used a hand to stroke her face, his fingertips playing over a small skin blemish on her cheek from a chemical burn in the tannery long ago.
"What is this?," Torvines asked, poking at the blemish.
"A childhood chemical burn from the leather tannery," Ynarana explained calmly.
"I admit to knowing precious little about leather tanning, I am one of those elves who uses leather but has little understanding of how it is made," Torvines said happily.
"I could tell you all about it if you wish," Ynarana replied happily enough.
"Is it as disgusting and horrid as everyone says?", Torvines asked curiously.
"It is even worse than the rumours, I can scarcely describe the sheer filth and stench of the tanning process. The air is so foul that many slaves in the tannery swell up horribly and die coughing blood from the fumes, even the strong slaves," Ynarana informed him.
Torvines was intrigued, and Ynarana spent many minutes explaining the entire extremely disgusting process of turning a rancid animal skin into fine quality leather.
Torvines looked utterly disgusted.
Is my leather saddle even clean to sit on?", Torvines asked in slight disgust.
"Oh yes, the leather is thoroughly cleaned at the end to remove all trace of the filth, and then covered with polish or other finishes that renders the outside completely clean," Ynarana reassured him.
Torvines looked relieved.
"How did you get chemical burns from just whipping the slaves to do all the work?", Torvines asked curiously.
"Oh my dear Torvines, I didn't get to just whip the slaves to start with, that is not what you use unpaid child labour for. As the child of a tanner you start out WITH the slaves, doing the really disgusting and horrible jobs that earn all the money, that way you learn intimately well how the slaves are to do the job. Only if you SURVIVE to an old enough age to know how to do everything flawlessly do you then get to use a whip to direct tannery slaves," Ynarana gently informed Torvines.
Torvines looked astonished.
"Not all of the dark elf children survive working in the tannery, only those of us who are strong enough to not get sick and die from the filth and chemicals. Those strong children like me who survive still suffer mild permanent skin damage from the caustic chemicals," Ynarana added.
"How many children die?", Torvines asked with morbid curiosity.
"I lost a brother and a sister, but I and seven other siblings survived, so that is a twenty percent fatality rate in my family. The exact fatality rate varies depending upon how strong the family blood line is," Ynarana explained.
"That is actually less deadly than I thought it would be," Torvines opined.
"Only because I come from generations of tanners with an unbroken line, generations of breeding only with those who survive tanning makes my blood line survive more often. If a new family enters the tanning business, then the child mortality rate is more like ninety percent until all the weakness breeds out," Ynarana said proudly.
"Well no wonder you are such strong breeding stock," Torvines said fondly.
Ynarana smiled at the compliment.
"So you had to do all those disgusting slave jobs as your parents beat you alongside all the slaves?", Torvines asked.
"Yep, I was whipped like you wouldn't believe if I didn't work profitably fast, it was horrible but it sure motivated me to learn. By my adolescent years I had mastered all the knowledge and skills of leather tanning, and then I got the much more pleasant job of directing and supervising slaves with a whip," Ynarana chuckled.
"Do you still remember it all?", Torvines asked curiously.
"Oh indeed, it is indelibly branded into my memory," Ynarana chuckled.
"Did your own parents use you for child labour in your family's business of employ?", Ynarana asked Torvines in genuine curiosity.
"Sort of but not in the same way, not for profitable labour. In my family horses are everything, riding them specifically. All of us had to ride as soon as we were old enough, and had to ride very well to meet my father's exacting standards of horsemanship," Torvines said carefully.
Ynarana nodded for him to continue speaking when he paused.
"The cull of the unfit did not happen in childhood like in your family of tanners, it came at the end when my siblings and I were almost grown up. All of us, including the girls, were sent to the master trainers of the cavalry training yards back in Clar Karond to perform the cull of the unfit when we were almost grown up. We had spent our entire lives before this point training and riding and preparing in the cavalry yards, and only at the end did we face death for incompetence," Torvines explained.
"Oh?", Ynarana asked, prompting him to continue.
"Well the cavalry training masters took many young middle born elves out to the great Blackspine mountain range to the west of Clar Karond, where the riding paths are perilously high up and gave us the most difficult and ill tempered horses to ride on these treacherous mountain paths." Torvines recounted and continued.
"The paths were terribly dangerous, some were incredibly narrow paths along the top of steep ridges of bare stone, with a deadly drop to either side of the path, the path going for miles. The wind on these ridge tops was fearsome, and the truculent difficult horses were incredibly stubborn and difficult to control. Those who failed to have the riding skills to control these angry and difficult horses fell to their death, either bucked from the saddle to fall off the side of the narrow ridge top, or the stubborn angry horse losing its footing and tumbling over the edge carrying the rider with it."
"Those of us who lacked true competence lost control of their horses and died on the hard rocks at the bottom of the ridges, only the worthy horsemen kept control of these horrible horses and survived," Torvines finished.
Ynarana shuddered at the mere thought of this horrific test.
"I passed with distinction, not just on the ridge but on several other horribly difficult riding paths, the training masters told me that I was a natural prodigy and signed a letter proclaiming that I passed with the highest distinction," Torvines boasted with obvious pride.
"You were a child prodigy weren't you?", Ynarana asked curiously, very impressed.
"A horse riding child prodigy yes, I have always had a natural ease of riding horses," Torvines confirmed proudly.
"Our children will be so gifted and strong," Ynarana said happily, as glad as any dark elf at the prospect of having strong children.
Torvines chuckled fondly.
"With my tannery family toughness and your prodigious excellence, our children will be absolutely exceptional," Ynarana mused greedily.
"I like the sound of that," Torvines said affectionately.
"We do make a good pairing, as reluctant as I admittedly have been about the whole idea of marriage, we do make a fine breeding pair," Ynarana said honestly.
"We do indeed make a fine pairing, but why are you so reluctant to marry me?", Torvines asked her seriously.
"I'm not reluctant to marry YOU specifically, I am just hesitant about marriage in general. I am not even 100 years old yet, I am very young. Also I had just not thought I would ever marry to be honest, I planned to be an unmarried spinster to my dying day," Ynarana told him semi-truthfully.
Torvines laughed.
"Surely you can't be serious!", Torvines laughed.
"I am serious," Ynarana informed him.
"Why didn't you plan to have a husband one day?", Torvines asked her seriously.
"I just didn't have any real interest in men, not for anything serious at least, I just didn't feel like getting tied down to a man," Ynarana mused, shifting slightly in her spread eagle bride binding for jest.
Torvines chuckled at her little joke.
"You don't seem to mind your bride binding so much tonight," Torvines observed.
"When you don't tickle or torment me it is bearable, the binding itself isn't the problem, it's the things you do to me that make it unpleasant," Ynarana explained.
"I will tickle you occasionally, but not every night," Torvines reassured her.
Ynarana cocked her head to the endless laughter of Torvines' mother filling the plantation house.
"I don't want to end up like your mother right now," Ynarana told him.
"You will be my bound bride, I will discipline and punish you when I think you should be, but I will also love you," Torvines said tenderly.
"I beg you to be gentle to me, I am so powerless in my bride binding," Ynarana begged him softly.
"I am being quite gentle right now am I not?", Torvines reassured her.
"You are, and I appreciate it. This is nice when you are gentle with me," Ynarana agreed tenderly.
"I love you, we are getting married on Saturday, you are precious to me," Torvines told her tenderly, kissing her on the lips for emphasis.
Ynarana felt genuinely touched, that was really sweet and romantic.
It was just a pity for Torvines that she was a Gwendil or she would be absolutely smitten with him right now.
Ynarana kissed him romantically, if for no other reason than to hide her lack of claiming to return this love, and Torvines tenderly returned the kiss, the kissing continuing for ages with extreme romantic tenderness.
Ynarana felt the closest she had ever felt to Torvines, feeling like she had really gotten to know him better and connect with him tonight, and she felt surprisingly very safe.
Torvines pulled up the covers over her breasts finally, all the way up to her neck, and snuggled warmly against her, being extremely affectionate and sweet to her.
Torvines' mother was still laughing unceasingly without even slowing down this entire time, but Ynarana and Torvines were both so sleepy and comfortable that they drifted off to sleep anyway, feeling very peaceful.
Ynarana could get used to these sort of much more pleasant nights in bride binding, this had been lovely.
***...
Sethelel Cirar watched out an arrow slit in amusement as Vladana enacted a cunning plan to spread her sent around as much as possible around the plantation, to utterly confuse the blood hound handlers in the morning.
The noses of the blood hounds in the plantation could not be fooled by any method the Gwendils possessed, and would easily smell that Vladana had been inside every new watch tower tonight. The blood hounds had barked like crazy yesterday around the watch towers, making the handlers extremely suspicious, and only the lack of any other physical evidence had saved the Gwendils, with Lordling Runor suggesting that the vampire simply pressed up against the outside of the door so that her smell wafted in under the doors to explain what the hounds could smell.
The Gwendils had learned their lesson this time, and tonight Vladana herself was going to make a mockery of the blood hounds by spreading her sent over as much of the plantation as possible.
It was actually surprisingly easy, Vladana simply had to prick her finger, and drip a small amount of her blood all over every single doormat in front of the various outside doors of the plantation house. Every dark elf on the plantation would then walk on the mats, getting the smell of Vladana's blood stuck to their shoes, and walk this smell all over the plantation.
Vladana was right now pricking a finger tip with her fang, and dripping her blood all over the last of the door mats, scuffing her bare foot over the mat to rub the blood all through the mat.
The Gwendils would make a point of going up and walking all over the door mats at first light, and then having some of them claim to have forgotten some item and return briefly to the towers, walking their feet all around on every floor to give it the smell. The other Gwendils would walk the smell right inside the plantation house, and other dark elves going outside would spread the smell even further.
By the time the blood hounds were let out of their securely locked kennels in the morning to sniff for the vampire, the smell of Vladana's blood would be absolutely everywhere, causing considerable confusion, especially when the trail led inside the plantation house and right into Lordling Runor's bedroom.
The blood hound handlers would eventually figure out that the door mats were dripping with vampire blood, and the trail would be dismissed as impossible to follow without innumerable false positives from people walking the blood everywhere, and the smells the blood hounds followed inside the towers would be easily dismissed.
Having thoroughly bloodied the door mats, Vladana then moved to the large area of currently empty washing lines, and ran her tongue along every inch of the washing lines, so that any washing hung out to dry would smell like her.
Vladana then moved to the wicker basket full of wooden washing line pegs, and proceeded to put every single peg deep inside her vagina briefly, to guarantee that her smell would linger in the wood and stick to all the fabric that touched these pegs. The Gwendils all giggled.
The poor blood hounds would be so terribly confused over the coming days!
It was getting towards the end of night by this time, the sky starting to get very slightly less dark, so Vladana gave a playful wave to the towers and then sprinted away into the corn to go wherever it was that she went to hide from the sun during the day.
Sethelel and the other Gwendils put their clothes back on reluctantly, and tidied up the tower a bit after the fun time tonight.
Sethelel found a wet stone and a bucket of water, and busied herself sharpening crossbow bolts for something to do as she waited for dawn.
The other Gwendils all busied themselves with similar such maintenance tasks, some maintaining the repeater crossbows and other gear, some dusting and cleaning the tower. The last period of time waiting for the dawn light was always the most boring.
The very moment the sun first began to rise, the Gwendils opened the towers and walked back to the still locked plantation house. The fog had risen over the corn in the night, but was not so bad in the cleared ground of the plantation settlement.
The Gwendils all stood on the door mats, and then some of them loudly claimed to have forgotten something and returned to the towers, walking the smell of blood everywhere inside the towers and then returning, talking loudly the entire time so that the people inside the plantation house could hear their movements.
The Gwendils huddled together on the verandas in the cold morning air, banging on the doors of the plantation house and loudly complaining that they were cold.
"The sun isn't even safely up enough yet you silly women," a dark elf man on the other side of the door scolded them with a playful laugh.
"The sun is just rising now, the vampire is nowhere to be seen," Sethelel complained, stamping her feet in the cold.
"At least go around to the doors on the east side of the building that are getting bathed in light you silly girls," the women were informed.
The loudly chatting women made a point of going around the plantation house to the door that was most heavily bathed in the light of the rising sun, and the dark elf men inside reluctantly let them inside.
The Gwendils all loudly groaned in pleasure at the deliciously warm air inside the plantation house, immediately going to gather around the various fireplaces to warm themselves up.
"Hello my dears," Lordling Runor said huskily, entering the large room they were in.
"Hello handsome," the Gwendils all replied provocatively, mobbing all around him to each kiss his lips in greeting and be as sexually provocative as possible.
Sethelel put her hands down Lordling Runor's expensive pants, handling his penis inside his pants brazenly.
Lordling Runor did not mind this at all, and quickly led the women upstairs to his bedroom for some brief group sex, penetrating Sethelel's vagina from behind as she crawled on her hands and knees on the bed, climaxing inside Sethelel, and then having extremely fast sex with several other women until he was completely empty. The Gwendils then debriefed Lordling Runor about last night while still in the privacy of his bed, lying that they had seen no signs of the vampire, and Lordling Runor tipped all of them for the group sex.
Sethelel and the giggling other Gwendils put their money tips inside their money chests, and went back downstairs to eat and socialise with those poor Gwendils stuck on day shift.
Sethelel immediately looked around to find her girlfriend Ynarana, and found her sitting in the mess room eating breakfast with Torvines and the two sets of parents.
The beautiful Ynarana smiled happily as soon as she saw Sethelel, and got up from the table, running over to greet Sethelel with a warm cuddle. Sethelel warmly returned the cuddle from her lover.
"I missed you," Sethelel whispered in Ynarana's ear.
"I missed you too," Ynarana whispered back lovingly.
"Your friend Sethelel can come over and sit with us," Safafi Movavul invited warmly.
Sethelel was hesitant, but the adorable Safafi simply insisted so warmly that Sethelel couldn't refuse.
Sethelel got herself some food on a plate and pulled up a chair beside Ynarana, eating shyly as Safafi beamed a wonderfully warm smile at her.
"How was night shift, any vampires?", Safafi asked with wonderful merry cheerfulness.
"None that I could see, I think that your laughter last night scared them away," Sethelel said with only as much boldness as she dared, emboldened by Safafi's welcoming warmth.
Safafi and her husband Tovonnith both shifted slightly awkwardly.
"You heard?", Safafi asked hesitantly.
"I think that even the neighbouring plantations maybe heard it, it was very loud," Sethelel said honestly but politely.
Safafi and Tovonnith both looked slightly embarrassed.
"It was a very uneventful night apart from that," Sethelel added to break the awkwardness.
"I do apologise that you had to hear me last night, I should have laughed more quietly," Safafi apologised.
"We didn't mind, it made the night shift more interesting," Sethelel encouraged her.
"Our home in Clar Karond has far better soundproofing, I apologise for the noise," Tovonnith apologised stiffly.
The entire room of people who had been trying to sleep last night murmured that they accepted his apology, which only increased the embarrassment of Safafi and Tovonnith.
"It made me want to hear a harpsichord being played," one of the dark riders jested at a far side of the room, generating laughter in response.
Tovonnith stiffened, but said nothing.
The laughter gradually died down, and Sethelel leaned forward to quietly reassure them.
"Quite a few of the girls, (I won't say who), found it seriously sexy and felt quite jealous of you Safafi," Sethelel bent the truth quietly.
Safafi did a double take and Tovonnith looked gratified, gazing around the room at the beautiful young women, wondering which ones had said that.
"Well I am not sure if I should be jealous for young rivals coveting my husband," Safafi said with slight unhappiness.
"They don't want to steal husbands, they just said and I quote, "that's seriously hot"," Sethelel reassured.
Tovonnith was smiling now, looking around the room to try to learn who these women were.
"I am not going to say who, they would get embarrassed," Sethelel chuckled.
"Was it YOU, it was you wasn't it," Ynarana accused playfully.
Sethelel giggled and squealed and protested her innocence, giving Ynarana's arm a playful harmless soft slap.
Tovonnith chuckled huskily, making Safafi look slightly alarmed and jealous.
"I promise you that it wasn't me, bride binding terrifies me," Sethelel reassured adamantly.
Tovonnith looked disappointed at these words.
"What exactly did these young women say?", Safafi asked, obviously getting jealous now. It was very strange to see Safafi displaying an emotion as negative as jealousy.
"One of the girls said that she has a fantasy about being naked in bride binding and having carrots put inside both of her lower holes," Sethelel whispered, enjoying herself far too much as she stirred up mischief like this.
Everyone in earshot erupted in laughter, including Safafi.
"Carrots?, Is she being serious?," Ynarana's hugely busty mother Filovha Mekrath asked laughing incredulously.
"She was very serious, she wanted more than one carrot in each hole, ten if possible," Sethelel promised with an amused grin.
"Ten in each hole?, Ouch that sounds painful!", Filovha Mekrath shuddered distastefully.
"It generated a lot of jokes about Torvines putting ten carrots in Ynarana when she becomes his bound bride," Sethelel said with adorable cheekiness, making Ynarana shake her head desperately in protest.
"Oh you are a naughty one aren't you!", Safafi laughed happily.
"She is a total shit stirrer, she is probably just making this up to mess with me," Ynarana said with playful crossness.
Torvines and the various parents all laughed, finding this all deeply entertaining.
"If you ever get married I am going to get you back by doing all this back to you," Ynarana warned Sethelel, waging a finger adorably.
"I think I shall just live vicariously through you Ynarana," Sethelel replied, poking out her tongue adorably.
"My my, there is such warmth between you two friends, it is lovely to see such intimate and carefree friendship," Safafi said delightedly, a picture of joy.
"Oh Ynarana tells me everything, length, girth, stamina, the lot," Sethelel teased playfully.
"Girth?", Torvines asked worriedly.
"You have nothing to worry about, Ynarana complains that the girth is too great," Sethelel reassured playfully.
Ynarana squawked and playfully slapped Sethelel's arm. Torvines grinned proudly.
"You are so delightfully naughty," Safafi laughed in delighted approval.
"She is an absolute beast," Ynarana chuckled.
"Do you also have a boyfriend?", Tovonnith asked curiously.
Safafi gave her husband a venomous look.
"Boys are scared of me, I would put a carrot up their bottom," Sethelel replied adorably, generating laughter.
"You are such a feisty young thing," Safafi laughed melodically.
"Indeed," Tovonnith said in a way that was slightly creepy.
"Lord Movavul, you have such a beautiful sexy wife, if I was a man I would steal her from you," Sethelel said playfully, trying to reassure Safafi that she wasn't a romantic rival.
"Oh you would would you?", Tovonnith asked with a chuckle.
"I would, I would steal this gorgeous woman and you would never get her back. And then I would put a carrot up her bottom," Sethelel warned playfully.
Safafi laughed uproariously, unable to help herself at these words.
"You had better keep a strong watch on your highly desirable wife, someone will surely try to steal this remarkable woman from you," Sethelel warned Tovonnith cutely.
Tovonnith laughed but put a possessive arm around his wife all the same, and Safafi subtly thanked Sethelel with her eyes.
Sethelel wet a fingertip with her saliva and put it in Ynarana's ear, making Ynarana squeal playfully and slap her arm again.
Sethelel was having a great time stirring up her girlfriend Ynarana in front of her parents and future in laws, endlessly suggesting to Torvines that he insert carrots inside Ynarana.
Ynarana was getting cross but was also enjoying being tormented like this, and was currently wrestling Sethelel playfully in response to her latest words.
"You adorably mischievous young thing. What were you before coming here, a jester per chance?", Safafi asked with a giggle.
"She is a wood bender," Ynarana informed Safafi.
"I bend wood, men beware," Sethelel said playfully.
"Ouch," Torvines laughed.
"What exactly is a wood bender, jokes aside?", Safafi asked curiously.
"My family live in Clar Karond and use wood steaming ovens to bend the massive timbers into new bent shapes to make ships with, when you soak and steam a timber just right then you can bend it into a new shape, and then when it cools it holds the new shape. That's how wooden ship timbers and barrels are made," Sethelel explained happily.
"It's extremely boring," Ynarana added playfully.
"Not at all, it sounds really interesting. I had always wondered how the curved timbers of barrels were made," Safafi reassured.
"Actually it is really boring if I am honest, just the same repetitive task of bending timbers all day long every day, ghastly dull work," Sethelel chuckled.
Safafi laughed.
"You are being so naughty," Ynarana whispered in Sethelel's ear.
"I would love to be naughty in other ways," Sethelel whispered provocatively in Ynarana's ear in reply.
Ynarana nodded unhappily, clearly wishing she could make love to Sethelel right now.
Sethelel continued to shit stir and be adorable for a while longer, flustering her girlfriend Ynarana and making everyone else laugh, but then regrettably had to go to bed just as Ynarana had to go to work.
The pair settled for a hug in a hallway, the best they could get away with in this limited relationship, and then sadly went their separate ways for the morning.
One day eventually they would be together again to play, and Sethelel would be sure to bring a carrot or ten when that day finally came.
***...