Chapter 9(Von)
Ynarana Mekrath gazed from her day shift watch tower, watching the slaves work in the fields in complete boredom.
The wedding was very imminent, only two more nights to go, and Ynarana was amazed to have gotten this far without calling off the wedding and/or murdering Torvines, for all the cruel and unusual things he did to her each night during her bride binding!
Safafi Movavul had been absolutely amazing in mentoring Ynarana and calming her down when Torvines enraged and offended her, and Ynarana was wondering how she would cope with Torvines once Safafi inevitably went home after the wedding.
Lordling Runor was himself getting worried about the noise at night when Torvines tickled Ynarana in her bride binding and other such extremely loud mischief, not to mention the screaming arguments that always followed, and he was having a building on the grounds renovated into a "married quarters" for them to let everyone else sleep at night!
Ynarana had inspected this building that would be her new house, and had gotten extremely irritated with Torvines for this. The building was originally an old strong stone cool room right at the edge of the settlement, originally used to store blocks of ice collected during winter to keep them frozen all through the warmer months to go in drinks as cooling ice cubes.
The building was solid thick stone, half buried underground, with no windows and only an extremely thick rusty iron door with layers of thick wood insulation, to keep the ice cool even on the hottest days.
The ice storage building had a high stone ceiling of pillars and arches with the stone floor sunk deep into the ground, all one room inside. The design was simple, have thick stone walls covered with copious insulating panels of varieties of wood with excellent insulating properties, with a very high airtight ceiling, so that any heat inside the single large room would rise up to the top, keeping the air down at the floor absolutely freezing!
The building hadn't been used in years, as Lordling Runor's late wife had been the only one who really used it to begin with, and after the death of his wife, Lordling Runor's ice storage building had been left unused and abandoned.
It would need to be opened up for a few days just to get the air inside it fresh, and was currently left with the door open constantly for the last few days to ensure that the air inside was breathable, and it also needed to be swept out and had to have a lot of old junk removed from inside it. Then Torvines and Ynarana needed to bring their furniture and belongings inside and move in after the wedding.
The building was extremely resistant to vampires and pretty much everyone else, impossible to burn down from the outside and exceedingly difficult to break into once the door was locked and barred from the inside. It would need to have the door left open during the daylight hours each day to keep the air breathable at night when it was locked airtight, and it was extremely soundproof, even if Torvines tickled the shit out of Ynarana all night long the plantation house probably wouldn't hear it…
Ynarana wasn't looking forward to living in a stuffy freezing cold stone dungeon-like building, that didn't even have a chimney to let them warm the place up with a fire, it sounded horrid!
Stupid Torvines!
Ynarana would just have to find some way of renovating the building so that it at least had some ventilation and at least a small hole in the ceiling to let out smoke so that they could have a fire, otherwise they would be half frozen in winter!
Ynarana didn't care if she had to drill the holes herself with a hand screwed masonry drill, she was going to get some sort of fire in the building before winter.
Ynarana stopped thinking about her new house, troubled by a sudden chill over her heart.
Ynarana looked around curiously, and her sharp elf eyes immediately noticed lines of red running down the support beams of the sentry platform, the beams were running with fresh blood!
Ynarana felt a faint sense of palpable supernatural jealous evil all around her, the wooden surfaces all around her weeping small amounts of blood.
"A bride of Khaine is in the area…", Ynarana mused out loud in understanding.
Ynarana rushed to use flags to communicate her discovery, and found that many others had also discovered these same supernatural phenomena.
"Ynarana come to the plantation house, the witch elf is obviously about to arrive," flags from the plantation house informed her.
Ynarana acknowledged the order and climbed down through the tower, finding all the walls weeping a small amount of blood as she did so.
Ynarana hurriedly entered the corn field and ran towards the plantation house.
Ynarana was swift as any elf, and arrived very quickly at the plantation house, finding Torvines and Lordling Runor and the parents already assembled in agitation on a veranda. The outside walls of the plantation house and every other building were visibly weeping small amounts of blood, and the sense of highly jealous evil filled the air even more strongly than before.
The plantation house veranda and surrounding grounds were surprisingly empty, as everyone not duty bound to be present was fearfully shunning the area. Ynarana didn't blame everyone for shying away, the jealousy of Khaine over his brides was terrible when provoked, and many dark elves feared to even look at a witch elf bride of Khaine lest the terrible god of murder interpreted such a look as showing interest in one of his wives.
The witch elf of Khaine that had been booked to perform the wedding ceremony was obviously almost here, even though none had seen her yet. The witch elves were very literally the mortal brides and wives of Khaine the god of murder, literally wedded to their god as virgins as soon as they came of age to marry, and Khaine himself fucked these witch elves by supernatural means to consummate the union, breaking their hymens on the wedding night with an invisible penis and continuing to make love to them whenever he wished from then on. Khaine was an insanely jealous husband who murdered and tortured the souls of any who tried to steal his brides, and the walls were currently weeping blood on the plantation as a warning to any would-be sexual or romantic rivals that Khaine was watching.
(Author's note, this might not be explicitly outlined in the canon of 6th edition, and might be completely wrong, but the witch elves just never really struck me as being sexless virgins nor do they come across as lesbians. The brides of Khaine certainly wouldn't refuse their husband Khaine if he attempted to fuck them, and Khaine is certainly powerful enough to manifest a supernatural invisible penis to fuck them with. What's the point of being a god with massive harems of insanely hot witch elf wives if you never play with them?, Even the wrinkly old hags look nice after they bathe in a cauldron of blood, though I do admit that Hellebron herself probably would only get sex during a very brief window of time immediately after death night, operating under the assumption that Khaine indeed fucks all his brides.)
The bleeding walls would not be happening in other plantations in the area, only in the plantation that was the destination of the bride of Khaine, walls did not normally bleed like this in Naggaroth. The bleeding walls were simply a warning from a jealous divine husband, and frequently preceded the imminent arrival of a bride of Khaine to some place. The message of the bleeding walls was very clear, if anyone DARED to act like any sort of romantic rival for the affections of Khaine's wife that foolish person would die immediately.
Fear was written on every face that had not been allowed to flee, fear of earning the terrible jealous wrath of Khaine, and all were deeply afraid.
The sense of wrathful jealous evil grew and grew, the walls bleeding more heavily, and servants on a second floor balcony holding signal flags called down informing Lordling Runor that the witch elf had just arrived at the gate.
Ynarana gulped fearfully and looked down the long straight cleared pathway all the way to the far distant gate, her sharp elf eyes spotting a magnificent black carriage drawn by a pair of black elf horses. The witch elf wasn't visible, obviously inside the carriage, but a pair of dark elf women in the garb of hired coachmen sat in the driver's bench on the front of the coach directing the horses, clearly the owners of the carriage and simply renting their services to the witch elf. The coachmen were very very wise to be women, and Ynarana could absolutely guarantee that neither of these women would be Gwendils, only non-Gwendil women could safely be anywhere near a witch elf without Khaine getting jealous.
Khaine himself was probably perfectly aware that Ynarana was a Gwendil, and would be watching Ynarana jealously. Fortunately for the Gwendil community, Khaine cared little about laws and legality prohibiting being a Gwendil, and was very unlikely to inform his deadly brides about the presence of Gwendils so long as they didn't offend the god of murder. Khaine was mostly indifferent to dark elf politics, utterly bored by such trivial intrigues, and cared only about his brides and about murder done in his name.
The Gwendil community made a point of worshipping Khaine rather than Slaanesh, as Slaanesh worship was one of the few things which did offend the god of murder, and so long as they remained committed to Khaine, he was indifferent enough about their sexuality that he didn't mention it to his brides.
The brides of Khaine on the other hand were much more enraged by Gwendils, suspecting them of being secret Slaanesh worshippers, and even when this obviously wasn't true, the witch elves wouldn't pass up the opportunity to use this excuse to commit murder in offering to their husband Khaine. Khaine was always pleased by murder, even of his worshippers, and didn't lift a finger to actually call off his overzealous brides against innocent Gwendils faithful to the worship of Khaine. The Gwendil communities had learned the hard way over thousands of years that not worshipping Khaine was certain death for Gwendils, but that worshipping Khaine was still not certain life for Gwendils. Low born Gwendils had to both worship Khaine and escape detection if they wanted to survive.
The carriage rolled up the path, getting closer and closer, and the sense of jealous threat increased every second, weighing down upon them all like a physical burden, Khaine jealously watching them all with his terrible divine gaze!
Ynarana quailed as the carriage pulled right up in front of the veranda, and the female coachmen fearfully dismounted the front of the carriage after putting on the wheel break, and deployed fold out steps in front of the carriage door and opened the door, stepping back with respectful bows.
A figure inside the carriage stirred, climbing out of the carriage and standing up straight, and everyone on the veranda stepped back stunned by the potent beauty they beheld.
The witch elf was absolutely stunningly gorgeous, second only to Vladana in raw physical loveliness, her shockingly beautiful face like a hard slap that forced your unwilling attention even if you tried to ignore it and avert your eyes.
She was wearing hair styling jewellery in her luscious black hair, a thin belt around her waist from which hung a pair of long daggers in scabbards, oh and she also wore thigh high steel boots with very high heels. Apart from these things she wore not a thing more, not even a loincloth or underwear or anything else at all!
The witch elf was quite honestly naked, her delicious full perky breasts and pleasantly small nipples completely bare, and even her flawless pale sexy dry clean vagina was on full display!
Ynarana and everyone else just stared in dumbfounded astonishment at the impossibly gorgeous naked young witch elf, mouths hanging open, forgetting even the jealous gaze of the witch elf's husband as they just gawked at her. Ynarana and the others were not attempting to approach the witch elf nor molest or proposition her in any way that might enrage her dreaded husband, they just simply gawked in awe at her incredibly potent feminine loveliness.
The air was heavy with the jealous evil gaze of Khaine now as they all stared at the naked body of one of his wives, and Ynarana and the others drew back slightly, trying unsuccessfully to avert their eyes!
The witch elf smiled in cruel delight, raising her arms outstretched while holding an especially sexy pose with her naked body, showing off her extreme sex appeal and daring them to test the wrath of her husband.
Ynarana and the others could not look away, utterly transfixed.
The witch elf ran her hands sensuously over her exquisitely desirable body, lifting one of her full breasts to lick the nipple with her own tongue!
So sexy!
The witch elf continued to play with and lick her own breasts, and spoke with a cruel sultry young voice worthy of one so beautiful.
"These lovely breasts of mine, that look so good, both of these breasts belong to my husband Khaine and him alone," the witch elf said, licking her full young breasts all over.
The witch elf turned around to show off her perfect bare ass, slapping her own ass extremely loudly with one hand.
"This delicious ass, so smooth and fine, so spankably sexy, this fine ass also belongs to my husband Khaine, and him alone," the witch elf purred, spanking her own ass again with a very loud slap that left a red mark.
The witch elf turned and spread her legs, angling up her pelvis to give everyone a very clear view of her vagina, using two fingers to spread herself open to expose her hidden pink depths.
"This clean pristine penis-scabbard, unpolluted by any mortal man, so fresh and disease free, so pretty and so perfect. This beautiful pristine vagina belongs to my husband Khaine and none other," the witch elf said mockingly in an intoxicating sultry voice.
The bewildered audience watched in awe as the witch elf stimulated herself with a fingertip, and the sense of supernatural jealous outrage became utterly crushing!
"Are you jealous yet husband?", the witch elf purred naughtily.
The witch elf's vagina suddenly stretched hugely from some invisible force, and she was supernaturally pushed back against the side of the carriage, lifted up off her feet against the carriage side!
The witch elf pulled away her hands from her vagina, raising her arms up above her head to grip the edge of the carriage roof in sexual ecstasy, her eyes closed and mouth open in a grimace of pleasure!
The witch elf's vagina was stretched open by what appeared to be an invisible penis, the open vagina pulsing rhythmically as the god of murder penetrated his witch elf bride up against the carriage, the witch elf hanging in midair halfway up the side of the carriage!
Ynarana and the others pulled away fearfully as their dreaded god Khaine had extremely jealous sex with a witch elf right in front of them, none of them wanting to offend their terrible wrathful god.
The dismayed audience of dark elves backed away as far as they politely could without disrespecting the witch elf during her arrival greetings, the air filled with the loud sexual moans and other sexual vocalisations of the witch elf.
The carriage rocked from side to side as the witch elf was pressed into it with powerful rhythmic force, the witch elf's vagina stretched distressingly wide open by an invisible penis of astonishing size!
The witch elf was still maddeningly attractive, but this situation was simply so embarrassing and disconcerting that the earlier spell of her radical beauty was dispelled, and the dismayed onlookers all desperately averted their eyes, Khaine having succeeded in thoroughly proving his claim on his bride beyond any doubt.
Ynarana and the others studiously examined their feet, eyes lowered to the floor of the veranda in a show of respect as the loud public coupling between Khaine and his bride continued for an embarrassingly long time.
Far longer than the point of complete discomfort for the onlookers, the godly public sex act ceased, and the witch elf stood on the ground next to the carriage once again, looking extremely satisfied but strangely not at all disheveled. There was no trace of any sperm, the divine member apparently not producing any during this sort of supernatural coupling, and the witch elf looked as clean as when she started, except for some sweat on her skin and noticeable dampness on her vaginal folds now.
The witch elf grinned mischievously, looking extremely pleased with herself.
"Do you know why we brides of Khaine always wear so little clothing?", the witch elf asked with clear amusement.
The dark elves all respectfully admitted that they did not know why.
"Because it makes our husband CRAZY with jealousy, and when he gets jealous enough he fucks us wonderfully," the witch elf laughed in wicked delight.
The palpable sense of supernatural presence seemed somewhat irritated by these words, but not irritated to violence, more the somewhat amused irritation of a husband towards a playfully mischievous but deeply loved wife. The witch elf playfully blew a kiss up at the sky, looking for all the world like a mischievous but happily married young wife.
The witch elf smiled fondly at her invisible divine husband, and turned her mischief filled cruel eyes to the dark elves on the veranda waiting to greet her.
"Greetings faithful worshippers of my beloved husband, my name is Nari the bride of Khaine, JUST Nari, no house name for us brides of Khaine," the witch elf introduced herself.
"I guess I would be called "Nari Khaine" if I took my husband's name as a house name," Nari the witch elf added playfully as an amused afterthought.
The palpable presence of Khaine seemed to pulse slightly at the words of Nari with some husbandly emotion, perhaps amusement or slight exasperation.
"Welcome Nari Khaine, bride of Khaine," all the dark elves on the veranda greeted like shameless sycophants.
Nari laughed in playful delight, a very happy young witch elf, and the presence of Khaine seemed to roll its eyes in exasperated amusement like a doting husband.
"Nari is fine, none can doubt who my husband is," Nari said playfully.
The presence of Khaine once again became murderously jealous at the notion that any might doubt that he was Nari's husband, the walls weeping blood and the entire plantation crushed with feelings of palpable jealous evil.
Nari laughed in playful delight, telling her husband that he would have to fuck her again in front of every person on the plantation just to make sure they knew Nari was taken!
Ynarana was alarmed to see Nari tease the god of murder so cheekily, amazed that Khaine didn't strike Nari on the spot, but Nari clearly understood her husband well, for Khaine did not harm her, obviously extremely fond of his mischievous young wife.
Nari was obviously very young for a witch elf, only very recently wedded to Khaine, and still had the playfulness and joy of a bride in the early years of marriage when everything was sweet and new and exciting. Khaine was a famously jealous god, blackly suspicious of anyone who came near any of his brides, and Nari seemed to have mastered the art of using this jealousy to get intimate attention from her husband.
Ynarana stayed right back away from Nari the witch elf, as did everyone else, fearing the jealous wrath of Khaine, and Nari naughtily licked her own bare breasts again just to provoke the jealous attention of her husband!
Lordling Runor was now introducing himself, going to great pains to respectfully add that he had absolutely no desire to make any inappropriate romantic advances upon Nari to reassure Khaine.
Other people introduced themselves, all adamantly adding that they also understood that Nari was married and that they had absolutely no intentions of being rivals for her affections.
Ynarana couldn't even look at Nari as she introduced herself as the bride Ynarana, also assuring Khaine that she would keep away from Nari.
"Does no one wish to test my husband's wrath?", Nari asked playfully.
Everyone passionately promised that they were not interested.
Lordling Runor invited the young Nari inside, (making sure to be well out of touching distance lest Khaine be provoked), and the sexy young Nari sauntered provocatively into the plantation house with exaggerated flicks of her naked hips, still trying to make her husband jealous.
The female coachmen were unpacking Nari's belongings from the back trunk of the carriage, and servants of Lordling Runor fearfully carried these belongings inside.
Ynarana did not want to be in that plantation house while Nari was staying here, there were few things more dangerous than a witch elf who deliberately provoked the jealousy of her husband. Nari clearly took a sadistic delight in endangering everyone else around her by provoking her husband like this, and got an obvious sexual thrill from enraging Khaine into having extremely jealous sex with her.
Nari would be fine, Khaine would not kill HER, but Khaine most definitely would kill anyone else in a jealous husbandly rage if provoked!
Ynarana was not alone in her hesitation to follow Nari inside, everyone except Lordling Runor lingered back on the veranda for as long as they politely could. Their faces said it all, even Safafi looked afraid, they all understood that Nari was a bride of Khaine who delighted in deliberately provoking the jealousy of her husband, and absolutely no one wanted to be anywhere near this insane danger.
They lingered as long as they dared, and then reluctantly followed inside. This would be terrifying until this dangerous mischievous bride of Khaine safely left.
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Dark elves pushed back their chairs in terror as the stark naked Nari sprawled provocatively across the middle of the dining table with her legs doing the splits, and her vulva spread open invitingly with her hands in front of everyone!
The walls were bleeding worse than ever in terrible warning, the crushing sense of jealous evil driving all of the dark elves down to their knees from the sheer weight on their hearts!
It was currently meal time just before sunset, when the night shift ate before going to the watch towers just before it got dark, the mess room crowded with people.
Nari the bride of Khaine had then sauntered erotically into the crowded mess room, not wearing a thing this time, not even wearing boots or a dagger belt, deciding that now was the perfect time to provoke the jealous outrage of her insanely dangerous husband!
Dark elves were weeping with fear and scrambling away on their hands and knees as Nari began to publicly masturbate on the dining table in front of everyone, loudly asking if anyone wanted to help her have an orgasm!
Gwendils and men alike wet themselves in terror as the wrathful presence of Khaine entered this relatively confined space with murderous jealousy, and weeping dark elves crawled from the room on their hands and knees, trailing urine running down their pant legs as they crawled away from the crushing presence of their terrible god!
Ynarana was crying, even Lordling Runor was crying, the fear and wrath that filled the room was just so terrible that even the witch king himself would probably cry right now. The walls were bleeding so wrathfully that blood was running across the wooden floor now in a spreading red sheet!
Nari was laughing in cruel delight and moaning like a prostitute as she watched everyone in the room wet themselves and cry, the witch elf was a sick sadist who used her position as a wife of Khaine to hurt and humiliate other people for her own pleasure!
Nari was screaming in sexual pleasure now as her jealous husband fucked her on the table in a possessive show of ownership, the ceiling raining down blood over everyone and everything, the entire room red and the entire floor covered in a puddle of warm blood!
Ynarana crawled weeping and wetting herself out of the terrible room, traumatised and humiliated, the weight of Khaine's jealous anger too great for anyone to stand up, not even the strongest.
Ynarana crawled down a hallway and into a large sitting room with other blood soaked traumatised crawling people, and found her little flock of fresh meats, cuddling with them on the floor in a fearful huddle as the wicked evil Nari made loud orgasm noises from the now abandoned mess room.
This was so cruel what Nari had just done, so cruel and so SO selfish, risking everyone's lives just for her own sexual pleasure!
Lordling Runor crawled into the room, one of the last to leave the mess room as he was seated furthest from the door, and the crying humiliated Lordling crawled over to join the comforting huddle of equally crying fresh meats Ynarana was taking refuge with.
Ynarana and the fresh meats cuddled their Lordling from all sides in a reassuring mass of arms, and Lordling Runor surprised them all by immediately stripping naked and having sex with one of the fresh meats?!
"Everyone find a member of the opposite sex to couple with!, Quickly!, Reassure Khaine that we are too busy with each other to be interested in his bride!", Lordling Runor commanded urgently!
This was a stroke of genius!
Khaine couldn't possibly be jealous of people already having sex with each other, no man deep inside another woman was any threat to Nari!
The room was in pandemonium as men and women desperately stripped naked and coupled up, and Torvines suddenly crawled naked over to Ynarana out of the milling crowd of crawling naked people, Torvines penetrating Ynarana instantly.
The word seemed to spread through the entire plantation house, and an orgy took shape as dark elves joined loins.
The wrath of Khaine instantly began to lighten as the terrified dark elves had sex with each other. Lordling Runor was right, Khaine was not jealous of men already having sex with other women, you needed a free penis to penetrate Nari but there now wasn't a free penis in the entire plantation house.
Lordling Runor stopped weeping the first, as soon as it was physically possible to stop weeping under Khaine's wrath, and he stood up with the fresh meat woman still impaled on his penis, carrying the woman towards the stairs that led to his bedroom.
Others were leaving too, and the night shift Gwendils were frantically uncoupling from men and fleeing outside to the safety of their watch towers before the sun set. The plantation had more dark elf women than men, with the surplus uncoupled Gwendils simply holding each other in terror, and the suddenly uncoupled men found these spare women, frantically coupling with them to prevent the jealousy of Khaine.
Torvines stood up, still joined by the loins to Ynarana who stood with him, and the pair of them shuffled awkwardly along, getting to work frantically barring doors for the night, the sun dangerously close to setting now.
Other dark elves had the same idea, and every door to the outside of the plantation house was securely locked and barred. The last door to be closed was a door that could only be reached by sneaking past Nari being jealously fucked by Khaine in the mess room, and this dangerous task was given to a pair of human house slaves, a man and a woman, who were themselves joined at the loins out of fear of Khaine.
Ynarana and Torvines lay back down on the floor for a while, having sex alongside Ynarana's parents and Torvines' parents, who were also having fearful sex with their spouses.
Ynarana had never personally wanted to see both of her parents stripped naked, covered all over in blood, and having sex on the floor right next to Ynarana as she also had sex!
This was humiliating!
Everyone looked so humiliated and afraid, even Torvines' parents Tovonnith and Safafi looked completely humiliated completely naked and covered in blood, having public sex on the floor in front of a lot of low born people.
Nari was still moaning loudly in the mess room in sexual delight, and everyone Ynarana saw looked like they passionately hated Nari for this wicked act.
Nari was just lucky that she was a bride of Khaine, otherwise someone around here would shoot her to death with a repeater crossbow for this humiliating indignity!
"We need to get to our rooms while the bride of Khaine is occupied with her husband. The lord of murder won't see us as a threat if we are locked in our rooms," Tovonnith informed them as he had sex with Safafi.
Ynarana and her parents and Torvines all nodded in agreement with this suggestion and awkwardly got up without uncoupling, and hobbled off towards their respective rooms, taking their clothes and other belongings with them.
Ynarana and Torvines hobbled desperately with their private parts connected, every wall they passed covered with supernatural blood. Khaine was slightly calmed by everyone coupling, but his jealousy still slightly remained.
Nari's loud sex noises were still going strong when Ynarana and Torvines entered their bedroom and closed and locked the door behind them.
The sense of supernatural evil threat lessened noticeably as soon as they locked the door, Khaine approving of them physically locking Nari out of their reach, but Ynarana and Torvines were still terrified.
Ynarana and Torvines tossed their bloody clothes in an out of the way corner, but didn't dare to uncouple their loins for even a moment. Torvines wasn't even fully erect after the fear this evening, simply resting inside Ynarana for safety.
Ynarana and Torvines lay down on the floor, afraid of staining the bedding with blood, and held each other for a long time with private parts connected, hearts pounding.
Nari was a rotten evil bitch!
The wedding was the day after tomorrow, meaning that the plantation had to endure Nari's sociopathic antics until then.
Please please by all the gods let Nari perform no more dangerous mischief!
This was what made the brides of Khaine so especially dangerous, the fact that they were literally the wives of a terrible wrathful jealous god who was unwilling to share his brides. On their own the brides of Khaine were just naked women without any armour, dangerous in close combat but beyond easy to shoot down with a simple unit of repeater crossbow archers. Without being married to a god, these women would have simply been shot down with crossbows long long ago, but with an insanely jealous husband that could torture your soul for all eternity if you offended his brides, the witch elves found themselves with truly awesome amounts of power.
Nari was completely untouchable, she could get away with everything she was doing, and other dark elves could only grovel in fear and hope that she was merciful.
The next two days would be a living nightmare if this continued!
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