Chapter 11(Von)
Ynarana and Torvines and both of their respective parents were very busy on the last day before the wedding, not least because of all the mess Nari the Witch Elf had caused that had to be cleaned up.
The six elves were currently in the old stone cool room that was to be Ynarana and Torvines' new home, doing their best to get it ready and habitable.
At Ynarana's instruction a pair of small ventilation holes had been drilled into the stone, one in the roof and one in a wall, to provide enough natural ventilation to allow the lighting of a small fire inside at night without suffocating them.
Normally, slaves would be doing these tasks, but with the considerable mess and chaos Nari the Witch Elf was causing, every slave that could be spared was already hard at work cleaning up the plantation house.
Lordling Runor was not best pleased at the moment, and Ynarana and Torvines and their parents were wisely avoiding him right now anyway, lest their presence provoke him to ask them to pay for the damages their wedding was causing so far, so they welcomed this excuse to stay out of sight right now.
Most of the old junk was being carried out of the room by the three elf men, and the three elf women were industriously cleaning and sweeping out an intimidating amount of old dust, making the air thick with dust that made all three women sneeze periodically.
"This is refreshing to be put back to work like this, I fear that my husband has not worked me as hard as he should lately", Safafi Movavul said cheerfully.
Ynarana and her mother Filovha gave Safafi a strange look.
Safafi hummed happily to herself, and kept sweeping, finding some strange joy in this burdensome task, and then sneezed very femininely, excusing her sneeze with a happy smile.
"Your husband makes you clean Lady Movavul?", Ynarana asked very politely in genuine curiosity.
"Oh yes dear, my dear husband keeps me very busy with chores to discipline me and keep me humble. But I fear that I could use more discipline lately, I fear I will become soft", Safafi said with her wonderfully warm cheerfulness.
"You ENJOY being made to do chores Lady Movavul?", Ynarana asked in slight surprise.
Safafi giggled melodically, her joy infectious, and said, "Well, actually I don't enjoy it, but doing things I dislike builds my wifely discipline, which makes me very happy".
Ynarana's mother Filovha gave Safafi a very strange look.
"Why such looks Filovha Mekrath?, Has your own husband not tamed you to obedience?", Safafi asked warmly, with a slight raise of an elegant eyebrow.
Ynarana's mother chuckled despite herself, shaking her head, infected by Safafi's charming friendly warmth.
"It is the most wonderful feeling to be tamed by one's husband, the glorious release of letting go of pride and becoming humble. I cherish my discipline by my husband, it is my joy", Safafi said with disarming joy and frankness.
"You are absolutely adorable Lady Movavul", Ynarana laughed happily, so infected by the warmth of this woman that she dropped her guard.
Safafi wasn't offended, and grinned a beaming smile at Ynarana.
"Please don't leave soon, I have never met anyone like you, you are helping me so much Lady Movavul", Ynarana begged sincerely.
"You will become my daughter-in-law tomorrow dear Ynarana, you will see me many times from now on", Safafi promised reassuringly.
Ynarana was deeply encouraged by these words, and Safafi spontaneously hugged Ynarana, Safafi humming happily to herself as she did so.
Ynarana smiled at this warm affection, this woman was so soothing to be around.
Safafi joyfully returned to sweeping, her face the picture of contentment.
"Do you sweep extremely often at home?", Ynarana asked curiously.
"Not as often as I should, my husband spoils me I fear. Lately the house slaves mostly do the cleaning I should be doing", Safafi said happily.
"I don't think I would have the time to clean like that when I already work, especially not once I have babies", Ynarana said with an amused smile.
"I always found the time to obey my dear husband, he punishes me if I don't obey him", Safafi said with warm joyfulness.
"Do you go to work Lady Movavul?", Ynarana asked curiously.
"I used to. Not anymore. I was a dark rider back when I worked, I mostly just rode messages from place to place, I occasionally rode to war with other dark riders, riding ahead of the armies acting as a scout and occasionally raiding vulnerable targets. Once I got pregnant I had to quit, I couldn't very well be home with my babies if I was riding around everywhere", Safafi said happily.
"Ah, so you have more time to do things like cleaning", Ynarana said with a nod of understanding.
"Oh no, my husband made me clean even back when I worked. If I didn't obey him he would punish me very hard in my bride binding that night. I learned very fast to obey my wonderful husband", Safafi laughed happily.
Ynarana just gawked at this kinky woman, at a complete loss for words.
"Even when you worked, even though you had house slaves?", Ynarana's mother asked very quietly in dumbfounded amazement.
"Oh absolutely, he especially loved to make me clean the whole entire home from top to bottom when I was really really tired after a long gruelling day of work as a dark rider. If I didn't show gratitude and enthusiasm for the chance to do chores I was beaten with a wooden cane. He was so wonderfully stern and strict with me", Safafi said with a wistful romantic smile.
Ynarana's eyes widened slightly at this admission.
"I would positively kill my husband if he ever did that to me!", Ynarana's mother said, forgetting herself in the shock of Safafi's admission.
"Early in the marriage I felt that way too, but I was tamed in time. I am now so grateful that my husband was so hard with me, it did me good", Safafi laughed lyrically with amazing warmth.
"Did you ever try to kill him or leave him?", Ynarana asked carefully.
"I did, both things, but unsuccessfully. I tried to leave, ran away for a few days, but eventually I came crawling back when I couldn't sustain my flight without a home for myself or a stable for my horse. My relatives wouldn't shelter me, they told me to be strong enough to either murder my husband or go back to him and make up".
"I got punished severely when I returned, and my husband mocked me to run away again if I couldn't take the punishment, he knew I had nowhere else to go. I felt such hatred for him, I tried to stab him several times, but he was more formidable than me and beat me to submission and disarmed me".
"I was so stubborn and so difficult, I wanted to defy him but I was so afraid of him, I eventually feared him even more than I hated him and I was forced to submit to him".
Ynarana and Filovha were staring at Safafi in shock.
Safafi noticed the looks and chuckled fondly.
"I needed him to be so harsh with me, it ultimately did me good. Look how happy and carefree I am now, I am a much better person now", Safafi said sincerely.
"How did you go from fear and hate to joy and love?", Ynarana asked in wonder.
"By having my pride broken. My husband is a very VERY strict disciplinarian, he didn't let me hold onto anything negative in my heart. I wasn't allowed to be proud, I wasn't allowed to hate, I wasn't allowed to hold on to any harmful emotions in my heart".
"Relentless punishments and chores and discipline broke me down until I was too exhausted to even lie to him anymore. When I lay defenceless in my bride binding each night he demanded to know what I was thinking, I had to tell him all of my worst fears and deepest hopes, I couldn't hold anything back from him".
"I was broken and tamed, I opened my deepest heart to him and revealed all of the toxic negativity and pain and hate and fear and trauma within me. I couldn't keep back a single secret. I was so vulnerable and defeated by him".
Ynarana and her mother both shuddered in visceral horror at this mental image of this happening to themselves.
Safafi chuckled fondly.
"It was the best thing that ever happened to me. With all of my inner heart revealed, it was possible to then put these things to rest. My husband interrogated me relentlessly about my worst fears and secrets, we discussed these issues together long into the night. It was the most glorious release to get these secret things off my chest, I cannot describe the feeling of joy and lightness I felt at the end of each night talking about my secrets".
"I felt steadily happier, he was still just as mercilessly strict and stern with me as before, but I resented this treatment less and less. I grew to actually look forward to the time each night when I was forced to divulge all of my secrets, I soon loved this activity as the highlight of my day, when I would get to offload a little bit more of the toxic trash within me, it felt GLORIOUS!", Safafi exclaimed jubilantly with her arms raised in joy, her face so filled with emotional light.
"I loved him, I absolutely LOVED him for giving me the gift of such complete joy and peace in my heart, every passing day I loved him more as he relentlessly healed my heart and soul. I trusted him so much by then, he knew my every secret but he didn't use these terrible hopes and fears to destroy me. He moved me past the crushing power of these inner secrets, they no longer had any hold over me",
"Now, so SO many years later, I embrace all of my punishments and disciplines gladly and joyfully, I LOOK FORWARD to these things now, I am so grateful now for every loving swat of the cane, grateful for every chore, grateful for all of it. I am a happy woman, I am happy every day now", Safafi proclaimed powerfully with perfect joy.
Ynarana felt like shit, comparing her own miserable wretched heart to the light and free heart of Safafi, and began to cry despite herself, feeling just how much pain she actually carried within herself.
Ynarana's mother was crying too, looking as wretched and terrible as Ynarana felt, clearly just as toxic and suffering on the inside as Ynarana was.
Safafi warmly hugged both of them, her amazing pure heart blazing warmth on them that slightly soothed their tears.
"My son Torvines will soon empty you out of secrets too dear Ynarana, and then you can feel this joy too", Safafi promised encouragingly.
"No!", Ynarana screamed in horror and pushed herself away from Safafi.
"I know how it feels, but the secrets become less terrible when they come out, they seem so silly to be afraid of", Safafi reassured.
"No no no!, I cannot do this!", Ynarana shouted in horror, backing away.
The three elf men came over to investigate this yelling, and Ynarana backed into a corner, eyes wide with dread.
Safafi and Ynarana's mother gave the men a brief recount of what had happened, nobody approaching the panicked looking Ynarana in the corner, and Torvines' father nodded in understanding.
Torvines' father Tovonnith addressed Ynarana in a stern but not unkind voice.
"It is normal to be afraid of baring your secrets to your husband as a soon-to-be bound bride, but look at how happy my own wife Safafi is afterwards. You will one day look back and wonder what you were even so afraid of hiding", Tovonnith promised.
"My secrets can cause very great harm, I will not allow this!", Ynarana hissed in a panic.
"Harm… Do you mean, you have committed some crime?", Tovonnith asked cautiously.
Ynarana couldn't bring herself to lie under his authoritative gaze and grimly nodded once.
Everyone paused at this.
"Ah… I see. So you are afraid that you will be beheaded if you divulge your every secret?", Tovonnith asked carefully.
Ynarana nodded bitterly.
"Did you betray the witch king to the elves of Ulthuan?", Tovonnith asked in a hard voice.
"What?! No of course not!", Ynarana spluttered, shocked by the mere suggestion.
Tovonnith looked at her shocked reaction with a hard stare, and then nodded once, satisfied that she wasn't lying.
"Murder of someone you shouldn't have?", Tovonnith suggested.
"No of course not, I haven't killed anyone, deserving or not", Ynarana protested her innocence.
"So not a high crime then?", Tovonnith mused.
Ynarana shook her head, feeling sick.
"Is the victim of this crime or their family likely to come after you?", Tovonnith asked.
Ynarana blinked in surprise at this question.
"A crime with no victim then", Tovonnith figured out, out loud.
Ynarana's parents paled, their faces going grey, their worst fears growing deeply suspicious, they seemed to physically deflate with shame.
Tovonnith noticed the reaction of Ynarana's parents, as did Safafi and Torvines.
"You left your home in Clar Karond very suddenly and came here to this isolated plantation. Your parents clearly know something about what happened too. I think that you came here to run from something", Tovonnith said mercilessly, but not with malice.
Ynarana said nothing, cornered in the corner, face pale with panic.
"You don't deny this I see", Tovonnith noted, sharp as a razor.
"What did you do?", Torvines asked curiously, not hostile at all.
Ynarana said nothing at all, her parents looked so grey skinned, as though this was their worst nightmare.
"A victimless crime… Causes the deepest of shame… Potentially punishable with beheading… Few crimes indeed fulfil all three of these criteria", Tovonnith said softly in his hard voice.
"Oh… You poor thing…", Safafi said compassionately, understanding.
Ynarana wailed in shame and trauma, falling to her knees and weeping hoarsely, her entire life over. This was the end!
Safafi was suddenly hugging Ynarana tightly, hushing her soothingly as she wept uncontrollably.
"What did she do?", Torvines asked in confusion.
"She's a Gwendil", Tovonnith said those terrible words!
Ynarana screamed and pulled a dagger from her belt immediately, planning to cut her own throat.
"No!", everyone shouted!
Safafi grabbed Ynarana's wrist, holding the dagger back before she could kill herself. The others sprung on Ynarana and wrestled back her dagger, quickly disarming her.
Ynarana was inconsolable, weeping and sobbing like a lunatic, mind filled with complete despair.
***…
It took time, a long time, a lot of reassuring cuddles from Safafi and promises that this wasn't the end of Ynarana's life, but eventually Ynarana stopped crying, simply sniffing and hugging Safafi for dear life.
The others had quickly closed and barred the door to give some privacy as Ynarana screamed, lighting an oil lamp to provide illumination in the dark room. Even with the door closed, it was a testament to the excellent soundproofing of this stone cool room that no one else had heard Ynarana's weeping and been drawn to investigate.
Tovonnith, Torvines and Ynarana's parents were staring at her, and she couldn't look any of them in the eyes.
"I just want to die… I can't live with this shame, my life is over", Ynarana sniffed, too exhausted to weep.
"Your life is not over, you are still getting married to my son tomorrow, you still have your entire life ahead of you", Safafi reassured her soothingly.
"Really?, You still want me?, You are not going to just cast me out?", Ynarana asked in wonder.
"So you have fucked another woman, so what?", Safafi dismissed with a chuckle.
Ynarana gasped at this casual response, astonished.
"We definitely have to discuss this, but this isn't necessarily a deal breaker for having you as a daughter-in-law", Tovonnith promised gruffly.
Ynarana's parents gasped hoarsely in relief at these words, and seemed to recover from some of their greying and deflation.
"You are a Gwendil Ynarana?", Torvines asked her directly.
"Yes, I'm so sorry but yes I am a Gwendil", Ynarana admitted apologetically, feeling terrible.
"But, but you have sex with me, ENERGETIC sex with me, how can you possibly be a Gwendil?!", Torvines asked incredulously, struggling to deny this.
"I am a Gwendil, but I can have sex with both men and women", Ynarana explained quietly, emotionally exhausted.
Ynarana's parents sighed in relief yet again.
"Oh, so you are halfway between Gwendil and normal?", Torvines suggested.
Ynarana merely shrugged.
"Well that's not so bad I guess. You still enjoy sex with me then?", Torvines asked.
"I do, on occasion, sometimes I am not in the mood and just humour you, but sometimes it is really good, not all of my orgasms have been fake", Ynarana admitted tiredly, too emotionally exhausted to even think of a lie.
Safafi laughed encouragingly.
"Your big secret hardly feels so big now that it's out, does it?", Safafi fondly encouraged with beautiful warmth.
"So, this explains many questions I had about you young Ynarana. Your lack of ambition or social climbing, your obvious reluctance to marry my son, your desire to stay far away from the city. You fucked a woman in Clar Karond, got caught or almost caught, and fled here. You didn't want any attention drawn on you, and my son deciding to marry you then complicated your new life", Tovonnith hypothesised.
Ynarana nodded sadly.
"I just wanted Torvines to go away, but he was so persistent. I didn't plan on any of this", Ynarana sighed bitterly.
Torvines was offended by this but Ynarana ignored him, as did his parents.
"But you accepted his proposal regardless", Tovonnith noted.
"I did, reluctantly, VERY reluctantly. I have a hundred reasons to avoid marriage with the baggage I carry on my heart, this wasn't wise. And now I am found out, I am a fool", Ynarana sighed glumly.
"Why did you agree at all then?", Torvines asked incensed.
Ynarana said nothing, utterly wretched.
"My son, if a Gwendil agrees to marry you, don't nit pick why, just thank Khaine for such a wonderful blessing", Tovonnith told Torvines very seriously.
"Blessing?", Torvines asked in confusion.
"Threesomes, foursomes, group sex where you are the only man in the bed, watching two or more women do wonderful sexual things to each other with you as the only male audience. Do you not understand just what a blessing you have here?", Tovonnith chided.
Ynarana and Torvines were both equally confused and surprised by this.
"When Ynarana is your wife, she will be willing to have sex with other women in your bed, and you get to take part in the fun", Tovonnith explained bluntly.
Torvines' eyes widened and he grinned greedily.
"Is this true?", Torvines asked Ynarana hopefully.
"I will not expose any other Gwendil to jeopardy!", Ynarana hissed angrily.
"No no of course not, it goes without saying that my son will promise to keep everything secret. If he swears to you that he will not tell, will you invite one of your Gwendil friends to play?", Tovonnith offered.
Ynarana considered this.
"Yes, assuming they agreed", Ynarana hesitantly agreed.
Torvines laughed happily in greedy triumph.
"Clar Karond is a bit far away to bring one of your Gwendil friends here", Torvines mused disappointedly.
"Don't be so unwise Torvines, Ynarana almost certainly has a fellow Gwendil or even a committed girlfriend here already, Gwendils would get lonely just by themselves, they would certainly need others of their kind to have sex with. The reason why Ynarana is so firmly rooted to this particular plantation is because one or more of her Gwendil friends are also here", Tovonnith explained far too accurately.
Ynarana became immediately defensive, determined to protect her fellow Gwendils.
"A girlfriend?, Wait, you don't mean Sethelel do you?", Torvines asked.
Ynarana flinched in horror, immediately soothed again by Safafi.
"I think that even without Ynarana's reaction just now that it was already clearly obvious that Sethelel is Ynarana's girlfriend", Tovonnith said calmly.
Ynarana became distressed!
"Relax Ynarana, your girlfriend is safe. Invite her to play, Torvines will be happy to keep the secret", Tovonnith offered in a bargaining tone.
Torvines got a greedy look and nodded enthusiastically.
"Wait wait wait, before you go rushing off to have a threesome with this poor girl, I think that you might spare a thought to mending some of the damage you have done", Safafi suddenly cut in at Torvines.
Torvines was confused and said so.
"Sethelel and Ynarana are lovers, and you let your men GANG RAPE Sethelel right in front of Ynarana for two hours. I think that might need to be addressed", Safafi advised disapprovingly.
"Oh…", Torvines said, seemingly understanding the magnitude of what he had done.
"It was horrific", Ynarana began.
"Hush hush, I know my dear, I know. But you have the whole of your married life to heal from that", Safafi reassured.
"So the marriage is still going ahead?", Ynarana's father asked hopefully.
"Definitely", Torvines said greedily, gazing at Ynarana hungrily.
"I have no objections", Safafi said encouragingly.
"If anything, I like Ynarana even more than before now, my son is a very lucky man", Tovonnith mused.
Ynarana couldn't safely refuse at this point and simply nodded her consent to marry tomorrow.
Ynarana's parents sighed with relief yet again, but said nothing.
"Are there any other Gwendils around here besides you and Sethelel?", Torvines asked hopefully.
Ynarana hissed angrily with protective rage.
"That's a yes then. Who?", Torvines pressed eagerly.
"Don't ask her that. If the Gwendils in this plantation feel threatened with exposure they will leave and won't return, and you will miss out on any group sex you wanted to have with them", Tovonnith warned.
Ynarana nodded firmly in agreement.
"I think it's safe to assume that this plantation contains a small nest of Gwendils who are hiding here. They most likely have a similar story to Ynarana, they fled here to hide. If you make them feel like their safety is compromised, they will have no desire to stay here anymore. They would most likely shoot you full of crossbow bolts before they left too", Tovonnith advised wisely.
"They would kill us both to silence us, I don't know how I will even tell Sethelel. This is such a wretched situation, why did you have to find out?!" Ynarana bitterly lamented.
Safafi comforted Ynarana, but then turned to look at Ynarana's parents.
"You have said nothing for a long time, do not feel shy to speak, your input would be of value", Safafi offered Ynarana's parents.
Ynarana's parents flinched with a start.
"I am not sure what to even say", Ynarana's father said with obvious tactfulness.
Ynarana hung her head in shame.
"You certainly are not surprised that Ynarana is a Gwendil, that much is obvious", Tovonnith noted.
"Not surprised, but deeply disappointed all the same", Ynarana's mother said quietly.
Ynarana felt terrible and dirty, and hugged Safafi all the tighter.
"Is that all you have, disappointment?, No encouragement?", Safafi asked coldly.
"We have never encouraged this sort of thing", Ynarana's father replied softly.
"Well given the state poor Ynarana is currently in, that much is obvious", Safafi tutted disapprovingly.
"You feel… Sympathy, for our Gwendil daughter?", Ynarana's mother asked carefully.
"Of course", Safafi said immediately.
"I feel sympathy too", Torvines added.
"Even I feel sympathy for this girl", Tovonnith added.
Ynarana's parents paused cautiously at this, not wanting to offend the Movavuls.
"Is being a Gwendil not shameful?", Ynarana's mother asked carefully.
"In public it might be, in private among family it doesn't have to be", Safafi opined.
"But but, being a Gwendil is linked to the worship of the detestable Slaanesh!", Ynarana's mother hissed.
"Ynarana, do you worship Slaanesh?", Tovonnith suddenly asked her!
"No of course not! I worship Khaine!", Ynarana spluttered in shock.
"Looks like she doesn't worship Slaanesh", Tovonnith told her parents.
"She might be lying", Ynarana's mother began.
"Have you ever even encountered a Slaanesh worshipper?, I have fought them many times in war. They are completely lust mad lunatics. No Slaanesh worshipper would have objected to being tormented in bride binding the way Ynarana repeatedly has, they would be howling for more torment the entire time!", Tovonnith informed her parents.
"Really?, You believe that our daughter is innocent?", Ynarana's father asked seriously.
"Innocent of Slaanesh worship, definitely. She is just a poor normal girl who happens to be a Gwendil", Tovonnith pronounced.
"I'm not a Slaanesh worshipper, none of my Gwendil friends want anything to do with that particular faction. We shun them like the plague, they are a curse to the Gwendil community, giving us all a bad name, we DESPISE them!", Ynarana admitted bitterly.
"Gwendil community?, There are enough Gwendils to form a community?", Torvines asked curiously.
"My son, there are Gwendils from one end of Naggaroth to the other. Ynarana is hardly the first Gwendil in Naggaroth", Tovonnith informed Torvines.
"So you know some Slaanesh worshipping Gwendils?", Ynarana's mother asked sternly.
"I have met some yes, but I shun those blasphemous freaks. They are mad, they mutilate each other with knives and eat shit and are just disgusting perverts!, I maintain no contact with those freaks!", Ynarana exclaimed passionately.
Ynarana's mother paused at this.
"We hate them so much, they make it harder for the rest of us Gwendils who want nothing to do with that blasphemy. I wish that they would all just die and free us from the association with them!", Ynarana said with considerable feeling.
"Who is this "we" you speak of?", Ynarana's father asked.
"My particular Gwendil faction. I am part of the anti-Slaanesh faction, those of us who worship Khaine and oppose Slaanesh worship", Ynarana explained.
Ynarana's parents nodded slightly with slight acceptance of this.
"I am fascinated by this topic of hidden factions, I hope to learn more one day", Safafi said happily.
"In all honesty, I wish I could tell you all the details Lady Movavul. The amount of shit we have to deal with is beyond belief", Ynarana said with a sigh.
"So your daughter is opposed to Slaanesh. Do you therefore accept her as a Gwendil now?", Tovonnith asked seriously.
"I don't know, I still don't like it", Ynarana's father said uncertainly.
"Why are you both being so kind to me?", Ynarana asked Tovonnith and Safafi.
"You are a good woman Ynarana, fine breeding stock, well mannered, beautiful, strong. You are our daughter-in-law tomorrow and a worthy wife for our son. You will make a fine House Movavul bound bride and will be a credit to our House", Tovonnith said unashamedly.
Ynarana cried silent happy tears at these beautiful words.
"Even if your parents don't accept you, my wife and I do. If they won't talk to you then talk to us instead", Tovonnith promised Ynarana.
Ynarana wept anew at these beautiful words.
"It's not that we don't accept our daughter, we just have concerns", Ynarana's father said defensively.
Ynarana was soothed out of her tears, and felt so emotionally exhausted, but a happy type of exhaustion.
"I feel less toxic", Ynarana told Safafi with a small grateful smile.
"Yes my dear, that is what it's like being a bound bride and having your heart lightened. It feels good yes?", Safafi replied fondly.
"It feels good", Ynarana agreed with a smile.
"Your husband will empty out all of your heart in time, you will feel true joy then", Safafi promised.
"I can't divulge secrets about other people, only about myself. Is that ok?", Ynarana asked hopefully.
"I don't want you to compromise your Gwendil friends, I just want to know your own secrets not theirs", Torvines offered.
Ynarana nodded gratefully.
"What will my life be like as your bound bride?, Will you beat me with a stick and make me clean like your father does to your mother?", Ynarana asked calmly.
"I am not as strict as my father, but I will keep you disciplined as needed. You will be a House Movavul bound bride after all," Torvines replied calmly.
"I'm too exhausted to even be afraid anymore, I feel in a state of turmoil", Ynarana said with a sigh.
"You will feel as happy as my wife in time, you will be a beautiful bound bride once you are fully tamed", Tovonnith promised.
"What about Sethelel?, What about my Gwendil allies?, How will this affect my interactions with them?", Ynarana asked seriously.
"I'm happy for you to have a Gwendil girlfriend, I don't consider Gwendil sex to be adultery", Torvines offered.
"As for your friends, if they are on this plantation you will still see them every day", Torvines added.
"I don't know how I will even tell Sethelel, let alone the others. They won't react calmly to this", Ynarana said sadly.
"Start with Sethelel first, then Sethelel herself can help you tell the others", Safafi advised.
"If I tell Sethelel that you all know that we are Gwendils, it may well instantly escalate into a murder-suicide!, Remember how I tried to kill myself immediately?, Sethelel might do something like that too!", Ynarana fretted.
"Ah, yes it might be best to… Wait a minute, I have just had an idea", Safafi said.
Safafi let go of Ynarana briefly and whispered something in her husband's ear.
Tovonnith paused for a long moment and then said, "I will allow that".
"What?", Ynarana asked curiously.
"Would Sethelel trust me more if I had sex with her first before you tell her?", Safafi asked seriously.
Ynarana did a double take at this!
"What?!", Ynarana exclaimed, dumbfounded.
"If I have sex with Sethelel, she won't mind so much that I know. I can then gently break it to her that the rest of us know as well", Safafi explained.
"But but but, you are not a Gwendil are you?", Ynarana stammered in shock.
"I'm not, but I want to help, and to be honest I am very curious to experience it, it sounds like it might even be fun", Safafi said happily.
Ynarana was at a loss for words.
"If Sethelel thinks I am a Gwendil myself, she will trust me more, correct?", Safafi asked.
"Um, well yeah, that would massively increase her trust to be sure", Ynarana stammered.
"Ok, so we can organise a last minute "girls night" for the wedding, hold it here in this room. Only you, me and Sethelel invited. We cloister ourselves in this room for the night as a celebration of your marriage tomorrow. I will then get naked and make sexual advances on Sethelel, on both of you. We fuck, then at the end we talk. Sethelel will take it better that way", Safafi outlined her plan.
"You are really THAT nice that you would do something like that just for me?!", Ynarana said in astonishment.
Safafi nodded happily.
"What about your bride binding tonight?", Ynarana asked.
"I only have to be bound when I sleep with my husband. If my husband isn't present in the building then I can just sleep normally. Whenever Tovonnith goes away for a few days, I just sleep normally in the bed without any binding", Safafi explained happily.
"I, I, thank you. Thank you so much!", Ynarana expressed gratefully.
"You are most welcome dear Ynarana. I want my son's marriage to go smoothly, having your girlfriend commit suicide would hardly be a good start to the marriage", Safafi encouraged.
Ynarana nodded grimly at this.
"Will Sethelel put a carrot in me?", Safafi asked curiously.
Torvines murmured unhappily at this mental image of his mother.
Ynarana snorted with slight amusement despite herself.
"If carrots are available she might", Ynarana replied.
"I will be sure to bring carrots, and my bride binding supplies as well", Safafi said happily.
"I thought you didn't need to sleep in binding?", Ynarana asked in surprise.
"Not for sleeping, the bride binding will be just for play. I will also use this opportunity to teach you more about bride binding", Safafi said warmly.
"For play?", Ynarana asked.
"You and Sethelel may bind me and do things to me. Also we can bind you. Even Sethelel can experience the pleasures of being bound", Safafi explained unashamedly.
Ynarana just gawked at Safafi, as Ynarana's parents shifted awkwardly, Torvines not looking entirely comfortable either.
"Sethelel will tickle you half to death if you let her bind you", Ynarana warned.
Safafi laughed joyfully.
"Oh I don't mind that at all, my husband already tickles me half to death most nights anyway, I am very used to it", Safafi laughed happily.
"Nothing seems to faze you Lady Movavul", Ynarana said with a smile.
"I am a seasoned bound bride with a very stern husband, it is natural for me to be unbothered by much anymore", Safafi replied sincerely.
"Lady Movavul, if I may ask. Won't doing this put you in jeopardy of the law against Gwendil acts?", Ynarana's mother asked carefully.
"Who is ever going to find out?, We will bar the door on this soundproof room, no witnesses. No one will ever know. It's just going to be a normal silly girls night on the eve of a wedding, nothing suspicious about that", Safafi explained calmly.
"But what if someone talks?", Ynarana's mother asked unhappily.
"The only people who will even know are those in this room and Sethelel", Tovonnith noted.
"But Sethelel might tell other Gwendils, gossip might spread, someone might overhear", Ynarana's mother insisted.
"I will simply deny it as nonsense gossip if confronted", Safafi reassured.
"No one in this room is going to tell, are they?", Tovonnith asked sternly, looking directly at Ynarana's parents accusingly.
"No of course not!, This would be humiliating for us if it ever got out!", Ynarana's father exclaimed adamantly.
"Well then, it is not going to be a problem then", Tovonnith said simply.
"Lord Movavul, are you REALLY ok with your wife doing this?", Ynarana asked him honestly.
"I don't consider Gwendil acts adultery, as long as it's only women. I am honestly titillated at the thought of my wife playing with Gwendils, I will greatly enjoy privately hearing the details from her afterwards", Tovonnith reassured slightly huskily, clearly sexually excited by this thought.
"I hope this doesn't make things weird between us Lady Movavul, you will be my mother-in-law", Ynarana fretted.
"Wherever possible I will focus my intimacies on Sethelel to reduce this concern, you only need to interact just enough to get Sethelel engaged, then you can move aside or simply focus on Sethelel instead", Safafi reassured.
"What about if we play bride binding games, what will you do to me?", Ynarana fretted.
"I will let Sethelel do the intimate things to you, I will sit aside. I may tickle you a bit." Safafi explained happily.
"Only a bit, not too much", Ynarana warned.
"We'll see", Safafi giggled.
"It won't get weird?", Ynarana asked again.
"I will do my best to make sure it doesn't get weird. You are becoming a bound bride tomorrow anyway, Torvines will soon empty out any weirdness you feel and put it to rest. Bound brides generally let go of such things and don't get bothered by weirdness", Safafi promised.
"I won't let you hold onto any weirdness or other negative thing Ynarana, I promise you", Torvines promised affectionately.
Ynarana nodded, still not entirely comfortable.
"It's decided then", Safafi laughed warmly.
Ynarana simply nodded her consent.
"How are you feeling now Ynarana?", Safafi asked warmly.
"Better, a lot better", Ynarana admitted.
"Do you feel ready to return to our chores?", Safafi asked encouragingly.
"I suppose so", Ynarana agreed and stood up.
Tovonnith opened the door, looking outside.
"My it's not even noon yet, I feared it might be almost dark outside", Tovonnith noted happily from the doorway.
"Excellent. Plenty of time to finish getting this home in order before we organise girls night", Safafi said exuberantly.
Torvines approached Ynarana and gave her a tight cuddle.
"I still absolutely adore you Ynarana, this changes nothing about my feelings for you", Torvines told her softly in his arms.
Ynarana leaned into his cuddle and nodded, feeling surprisingly safe in his arms.
Torvines raised her face and kissed her, Ynarana kissed him back, closing her eyes.
"We will work through all of this together", Torvines promised her when the kiss broke.
Ynarana nodded softly, and Torvines broke the cuddle, getting back to work.
Ynarana quietly picked up a broom and resumed sweeping.
***…
"Are you ok?", Sethelel asked Ynarana that late afternoon as they walked out of the plantation house, headed for "girls night".
"I will tell you later", Ynarana quietly promised.
Sethelel nodded, saying nothing.
The pair were currently dressed up in their beautiful highly revealing clothes that they used to wear to the Gwendil parties before Vladana came, looking gorgeous for this "wedding celebration girls night".
Lordling Runor and everyone else had not even blinked at the news that Ynarana and Sethelel and Safafi were having a night long pre-wedding girls night, and Lordling Runor had been gracious enough to let Sethelel take the night off work, (in exchange for Sethelel performing fellatio on him).
Elf brides often had impromptu girls nights just before their wedding day, nights of drinking and silly fellowship and games. There was nothing suspicious at all about this. Even Sethelel suspected nothing, not even slightly surprised by this last minute invitation to Ynarana's girls night, this was surprisingly easy to arrange with no one at all getting wise.
The pair walked silently across the grounds of the cleared settlement area of the plantation, heading towards the stone cool room at the very edge of the settlement.
"You have been weird all day today, is it because you are getting married to Torvines tomorrow?", Sethelel suggested, noting Ynarana's continued unusual body language and quietness.
"I will tell you later", Ynarana simply repeated.
"A simple yes or no would do", Sethelel tutted.
"Yes, among other things on my mind", Ynarana sighed.
Sethelel put a comforting arm around Ynarana, giving her a comforting squeeze.
Ynarana smiled at the gesture.
"I'm glad that it's only Safafi and not your mother coming to this thing, Safafi is at least fun." Sethelel said happily enough.
"Pity it's not just us though", Sethelel added in a naughty whisper, making Ynarana snort slightly with amusement.
Sethelel giggled.
"Think Torvines will ever go away long enough for us to use this soundproof cool room without him?", Sethelel whispered naughtily.
"I think that something like that could be easily arranged", Ynarana said with a small smile.
"You are in such a weird mood today", Sethelel noted yet again.
"I know I am, I can't help it", Ynarana said defensively.
"Well, hopefully this girls night will take your mind off it. It will be no fun if you are quiet and brooding the whole night", Sethelel replied.
"I will try", Ynarana promised.
The pair kept talking about this sort of thing all the way to the stone cool room building, and Ynarana made sure the coast was clear before leading Sethelel inside the open door, closing and securely barring the door after them.
The room was beautifully clean, apart from a few supernatural blood trickles down the walls from Nari's presence on the plantation, and was fully furnished with everything from Ynarana and Torvines' bedroom in the plantation house. Food and alcohol and water was spread out on a small table, and several oil lamps were lit illuminating the room.
Safafi was waiting for them, wearing a gorgeous expensive black silk evening dress, with a generous display of cleavage, her pleasantly long and silky jet black hair done beautifully. Safafi Movavul was a pretty thing, not hugely busty but not lacking either, slender as any elf with a lovely pretty happy face. She was older than Ynarana and Safafi, but not old enough to disfigure her appearance with the ugliness of age, still of a very fuckable age for an elf yet still old enough to be distinguished.
Elves were a long lived race and aged slowly. Safafi was probably around 200 years old or slightly older, but didn't yet look 300, though her husband looked older than this. It was hard to tell with bound brides, they aged weirdly for dark elves. Most dark elves were lined and wrinkled on their faces by bitterness and hatred and spitefulness, these negative emotions accumulating over time to mark their faces and bodies more and more with age, till they were shrivelled bitter crones.
Bound brides on the other hand had all of these negative emotions punished out of them by their husbands, and didn't wrinkle with spite as a result. If anything bound brides resembled high elf women of Ulthuan, abhorrent as this comparison was, just lighthearted and happy and barely ageing over years that would twist and wrinkle a normal dark elf. This thought made Ynarana feel strangely hopeful, Ynarana herself would barely age too, remaining gorgeous over long years.
"Welcome to girls night", Safafi greeted them warmly.
"Hello", Sethelel and Ynarana greeted back.
"Drink before we start the frivolities", Safafi offered encouragingly, pointing to the small table of food and alcohol.
The three elf women went to the table and started drinking wine, Safafi obviously planning to use the wine to lower the inhibitions of all.
"Drink a bit more, I want you nice and merry Sethelel", Safafi pressed when Sethelel limited her alcohol intake.
"Just one more, I don't want to get silly", Sethelel reluctantly agreed with a laugh, drinking another glass of wine.
"A bit more", Safafi encouraged.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?", Sethelel asked with a laugh.
"Oh absolutely", Safafi laughed happily.
"The night has only just started, plenty of time for that later", Sethelel giggled, refusing any more wine.
Safafi laughed happily.
"Ok, the first rule of girls night is that no one says "no" to things", Safafi told Sethelel fondly.
"No, I don't agree, no no no", Sethelel giggled, the alcohol clearly starting to do it's work.
"Drink some more", Safafi pressed at Sethelel.
"The two of you have hardly drank anything, you are just trying to get me drunk alone", Sethelel accused with a giggle.
"Indeed, we want Sethelel nice and drunk", Safafi laughed.
Sethelel erupted with laughter and protested any more alcohol.
"Enough of this, what games are we going to play?", Sethelel giggled.
"I'm glad you asked", Safafi said.
Safafi opened a small sack on the floor, lifting out a handful of thoroughly washed carrots, grinning at Sethelel naughtily.
Sethelel looked at this and burst out laughing.
"How about we play, put the carrot in the Safafi?", Safafi asked naughtily with a grin.
Sethelel burst out laughing, thinking this was a joke.
Safafi spontaneously stripped out of her clothes, revealing her bruise covered naked body, not wearing a thing now.
"What are you doing?", Sethelel asked, her laughter faltering slightly.
Safafi proceeded to insert a carrot shallowly inside her vagina.
"Oh", Safafi let out a soft little cry of pleasure.
"How drunk are you?", Sethelel asked, laughing to disguise her obvious unease.
"Not drunk enough", Safafi giggled, fumbling with the carrot.
"This is so awkward to do standing up", Safafi laughed, moving to the bed.
Safafi lay down, legs spread and vagina facing Sethelel, and rhythmically penetrated herself with the carrot.
"How drunk is this woman?", Sethelel asked Ynarana seriously.
Ynarana shrugged.
"Come on, it's girls night, grab a carrot and join me", Safafi called.
Sethelel froze at this, paling slightly, naturally cautious of revealing herself as a Gwendil.
Ynarana had another drink and stripped naked, picking up a carrot.
"Ynarana?", Sethelel asked uncertainly.
Ynarana moved to the bed and lay beside Safafi. Ynarana then penetrated herself with her carrot, grimacing slightly as it went in, and began to masturbate with it.
Sethelel was looking spooked now, making urgent eyes at Ynarana.
"Ynarana dear, take your carrot out for a moment, I want to help", Safafi requested happily, pulling out her own carrot.
Ynarana curiously pulled out her own carrot.
Safafi then inserted her own carrot into Ynarana's vagina!
Ynarana gasped and groaned, writhing slightly on the bed.
"Penetrate me with your carrot?", Safafi asked Ynarana sweetly.
Ynarana nodded and inserted her own carrot inside Safafi, making her moan.
Ynarana and Safafi both lay back and mutually masturbated each other with carrots, both moaning and groaning.
"What the hell are you doing!?", Sethelel hissed frantically, in near panic.
"We are having sex, please join us", Safafi warmly invited Sethelel.
"This is Gwendil sex!", Sethelel hissed accusingly, obviously trying to cover herself.
"It certainly is, come and play", Safafi invited provocatively.
"Are you a Gwendil?!", Sethelel asked very quietly.
Safafi nodded, fibbing to Sethelel.
"Oh…", Sethelel said, calming slightly.
"You really are a Gwendil?", Sethelel asked seriously.
Safafi nodded again, still mutually masturbating with Ynarana.
Sethelel was calming down noticeably now, but was still slightly cautious.
"I never would have picked you for a Gwendil, you are so happily married", Sethelel admitted honestly.
"I am perhaps not as completely Gwendil as you and Ynarana, but I can certainly enjoy a woman's touch", Safafi fibbed happily, sounding believable.
"Who said I am a Gwendil?", Sethelel asked defensively, still protecting herself.
"You have nothing to fear from me. Why don't you come and put a carrot up my bottom like you promised?", Safafi reassured.
"Safafi is safe", Ynarana reassured Sethelel.
"Safafi is genuinely safe?", Sethelel asked.
"She's safe", Ynarana promised.
"How much does she know?", Sethelel asked, almost completely calm now.
"I make a point of not knowing more than I need to. I don't want to know any details about fellow Gwendils on this plantation, I don't want names, I don't want details, nothing. The less I know the better really", Safafi promised.
"But you know our names", Sethelel noted.
"Ynarana is getting married to my son tomorrow, I couldn't really ignore her name now could I", Safafi chuckled warmly.
"What if your husband finds out?", Sethelel asked.
"He encourages me to play with other women, he loves Gwendils and protects their identities from prying busybodies", Safafi promised, somewhat bending the actual truth.
"Wait, he knows about Ynarana and me?!", Sethelel panicked.
"Look at me, fucking Ynarana with a carrot. Do you really think that my husband exposes Gwendils to be beheaded?", Safafi confronted Sethelel.
"I, I guess not. I just want us to be safe", Sethelel reluctantly accepted.
"My bottom still has no carrot in it", Safafi reminded Sethelel.
"I think I need more to drink", Sethelel said, shaking her head at these revelations.
"That's why we tried to get you drunk, I told Safafi that you would get weird about this", Ynarana teased.
Sethelel chuckled and drank more wine until she felt more relaxed and comfortable.
"If I get beheaded, I'm blaming you two", Sethelel playfully warned, picking up two carrots and walking over.
"We would both be beheaded beside you", Safafi chuckled.
"It would serve you both right", Sethelel said, stripping naked out of her clothes.
Sethelel lay down on the other side of Safafi, spreading her legs and handing Safafi one of Sethelel's two carrots. Safafi held the carrot with her free hand and clumsily penetrated Sethelel's vagina with it.
"Ouch, be careful, are you sure you know what you are doing?", Sethelel softly complained.
Safafi merely giggled, continuing to clumsily masturbate both Sethelel and Ynarana at the same time.
Sethelel moved her other carrot to Safafi's anus, and inserted the vegetable up her bum.
"Oh", Safafi gasped, closing her eyes.
"You like that?", Sethelel teased, sodomising Safafi deeply with the vegetable.
"Oh my", Safafi gasped, writhing slightly on the bed.
Ynarana was getting more in the mood now, and pushed her pelvis into the carrot, groaning with pleasure.
Ynarana curiously slid a fingertip down the carrot she was penetrating Safafi with, touching Safafi's vagina to check for wetness. Ynarana's fingertip felt slight wetness, Safafi was actually sexually aroused right now!
Safafi made a variety of gasping and groaning noises, and her handling of the carrots inside Ynarana and Sethelel became steadily worse and more clumsy.
"Concentrate on what you are doing, we want orgasms too", Sethelel gently scolded.
"I'm sorry, I am quite unable, it feels too good", Safafi groaned apologetically, her face contorted with pleasure.
Sethelel and Ynarana both grinned proudly at this compliment, and penetrated Safafi all the more.
Safafi groaned so much that she let go of both carrots she was holding, writhing in pleasure with her eyes closed.
Ynarana and Sethelel both used their free hands to take over masturbating themselves with the unheld carrots, and focused on overwhelming Safafi with pleasure.
"Do I have permission to climax?", Safafi groaned hopefully.
"You need permission?", Sethelel asked in surprise.
"Yes, I like to have permission", Safafi groaned.
Sethelel grinned, "oh I don't know, I don't think I will give you permission".
"Oh, I obey, I won't climax till you say I may", Safafi groaned, apparently seriously.
"Ah! It's because she is kinky, she probably needs to ask permission from her husband during sex", Ynarana said in understanding.
"Yes, that is correct, I am trained to only climax on command", Safafi groaned.
Sethelel laughed in cruel delight.
"Oh this is going to be fun!", Sethelel chuckled sadistically.
Sethelel penetrated Safafi faster and faster in the bum hole, making Safafi cry out in little gasps, Safafi's face showing the effort of deliberately holding back her orgasm.
Ynarana let go of her carrot in Safafi's vagina, repositioning herself to grab Sethelel's vagina carrot. Sethelel let go of her masturbatory carrot to let Ynarana hold it, and moved her now free hand to hold Safafi's vagina carrot, grinning diabolically.
Ynarana dutifully masturbated both Sethelel and herself at the same time, as Sethelel diabolically penetrated both of Safafi's lower holes with terrible speed and power.
Safafi was a groaning moaning mess, desperately holding back her orgasm, completely defeated by Sethelel.
Ynarana smiled huskily at this pleasing sight, and redoubled her efforts with the carrots she held, masturbating her self and her girlfriend furiously.
Ynarana moaned a deep hoarse moan as her climax peaked, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. Ynarana had more orgasms in her, but was in no hurry to expend them all so early in the night, so she pulled the carrot from her vagina.
Ynarana's menstrual flow had mostly run the worst of it's course by now, giving the carrot a red tinge but nothing too gross.
Ynarana put her unused carrot aside, and focused her entire efforts on making Sethelel climax.
Sethelel groaned and moaned as Ynarana rhythmically rammed the carrot inside her, and Ynarana tilted the carrot to press Sethelel right in the G spot.
Sethelel gave Ynarana a slightly nervous look, and Ynarana smiled mischievously, using the thumb of her free hand to massage Sethelel's clitoris as the carrot poked her in the G spot.
Sethelel closed her eyes and gasped hoarsely, mouth open in ecstasy, and Ynarana finished her off to climax, making Sethelel squirt on the sheets.
Ynarana smiled proudly at this mess on the sheets, and pulled the carrot from Sethelel.
This only left the desperate looking Safafi…
Ynarana got out of bed and ate some bread and cheese, drinking some water so that she didn't dehydrate from the wine, and quietly pissed in a discreet chamber pot.
When she returned, Sethelel was still tormenting Safafi with denied permission to orgasm, and Safafi just lay groaning and moaning and gasping, right on the edge but desperately holding it back.
Ynarana sat down on the bed and watched this entertaining spectacle with amusement.
"I'm getting tired, she still hasn't came", Sethelel laughed, panting with exertion.
"I need permission", Safafi groaned desperately, almost begging.
"Will you beg for permission?", Sethelel asked tauntingly.
"Please I beg you to let me come", Safafi begged with no shame at all.
"It's no fun if you beg so easily", Sethelel chuckled.
"I will beg any way you like", Safafi groaned.
"Oh very well, you can come", Sethelel said indulgently.
Safafi nodded in thanks and gave a loud scream of orgasm, surprising both Gwendils with the volume. Safafi squirted over the carrot in her vagina, squirt dripping off the carrot, groaning intensely in the pleasurable afterglow of her orgasm.
Sethelel pulled both carrots out of Safafi, looking extremely pleased with herself.
Safafi just lay gasping for breath, looking completely overwhelmed.
"Are you ok Lady Movavul?", Ynarana asked fondly.
Safafi nodded.
"So good…", Safafi groaned, gasping to catch her breath.
Sethelel looked extremely smug at her sexual prowess.
Safafi gradually regained her breath, sitting up and moving to pee in the chamber pot, returning naked to the bed with a plate of food and a glass of wine.
Safafi seemed to have recovered her usual cheerfulness by now, and smiled happily as she drank the entire glass of wine in one sitting, gently putting the empty glass safely on the floor out of the way beside the bed.
Safafi ate some bread from her plate, and warmly offered food to Ynarana and Sethelel.
"That was amazing", Safafi told Sethelel warmly.
"You enjoyed that huh?", Sethelel said proudly with a grin.
"I did. I especially liked it when you didn't let me come, that was the best part for me", Safafi said happily.
"You liked that?, I was being mean I thought", Sethelel laughed.
"I like mean treatment, it excites me", Safafi said warmly, her face happy and light.
"You sure are kinky", Sethelel chuckled.
"I am aware that I am, I do not deny it", Safafi said calmly.
"We have bride binding supplies, Lady Movavul said we can tie her up and do anything we want to her", Ynarana told Sethelel with a naughty grin.
Sethelel grinned huskily at this and nodded enthusiastically.
"I will certainly enjoy that, but first we must talk", Safafi said.
"What did you want to talk about?", Sethelel asked curiously, completely calm.
"I want to talk about the two of you being Gwendils, and about how that will effect Ynarana's marriage to my son", Safafi explained.
"Ah yes. This whole situation is a mess isn't it", Sethelel sighed.
"It is, but I want to make it less of a mess", Safafi said encouragingly.
"I feel sorry for poor Torvines, engaged to a Gwendil. It's so tragic that it's almost funny", Sethelel said sympathetically.
"Not at all, I am actually glad to have a Gwendil for a daughter-in-law", Safafi cheerfully disagreed.
"Oh I BET you are, you get to play with Ynarana right under his nose", Sethelel laughed.
"My son knows about my nature", Safafi informed Sethelel quietly.
"Your nature?, Oh…", Sethelel trailed off.
"It's no problem", Safafi reassured warmly.
"How did he react?", Sethelel asked curiously.
"Surprisingly well. He has no problem with it", Safafi said happily.
"I'm absolutely astonished, I would be too scared to tell my children, if I ever had any. You are far braver than me Lady Movavul", Sethelel said with genuine respect.
"It saddens me that anyone should feel so afraid all the time", Safafi said compassionately.
"So your husband knows you are a Gwendil, your son too, and they both accept you and keep you safe?", Sethelel asked seriously.
"They do indeed, I have wonderful men in my life", Safafi said warmly.
"How do you think Torvines would react to learn that Ynarana is a Gwendil?, Would he take it well?", Sethelel asked.
"He took it extremely well when she told him this morning", Safafi said carefully.
Sethelel froze, going slightly pale, looking like she might panic.
"Relax Sethelel, he took it extremely well. I was their cuddling Ynarana for encouragement the entire time. He promised to keep it secret", Safafi reassured.
Sethelel did not panic, reassured by Safafi, but still did not look calm.
"He knows…", Sethelel hissed in horror.
"He knows, and is fine with it", Safafi reassured.
"How can he possibly be ok with it?", Sethelel asked, voice strained.
"He loves Ynarana, absolutely LOVES her. The fact that she is a Gwendil doesn't make him love her any less", Safafi promised.
"He doesn't mind that Ynarana isn't attracted to him?", Sethelel asked, astonished.
Safafi gave Ynarana a slightly troubled look, which Sethelel noticed.
"Did you tell Safafi that you are attracted to Torvines?", Sethelel asked.
There was a brief awkward silence.
"It's nothing against Torvines, I am just very very Gwendil. If I can get myself wet then I can enjoy him, getting damp for him is my biggest issue", Ynarana apologised to Safafi.
Safafi nodded in understanding, and seemed to accept this explanation and calm down.
"Never mind all that, I can't believe you told him!", Sethelel exclaimed.
"He needed to know", Safafi insisted.
"But it's so dangerous… Wait, you didn't tell him about me did you?!", Sethelel asked in a near panic.
"She didn't tell him, but he did figure it out on his own once he knew Ynarana was a Gwendil", Safafi said carefully.
Sethelel cursed colourfully in elvish.
"I can't stay here in this plantation then, I have to flee", Sethelel fretted.
"Why?", Safafi asked.
"Because Torvines knows I am a Gwendil!, This is terrible!", Sethelel shouted.
"Torvines was completely fine with it, he even promised to protect you. Your secret is safe", Safafi promised.
Sethelel was far from pleased, but Ynarana and Safafi did calm her down in time with reassuring words.
"Does Torvines know about the others?", Sethelel asked.
"He doesn't know any specific details. He knows that there are other Gwendils on this plantation, but he doesn't know how many there are nor any names", Ynarana promised.
"Good, and it will STAY that way!", Sethelel demanded.
Safafi and Ynarana both agreed adamantly.
"You said earlier that your husband knows about me, right?", Sethelel asked.
"Yes, he knows, he won't tell anyone either", Safafi promised.
"Does anyone else know?", Sethelel asked.
"My parents…", Ynarana admitted apologetically.
"Ynarana!", Sethelel exclaimed.
"No one else knows, only Torvines, myself, my husband and Ynarana's parents. That is all who know", Safafi promised.
Sethelel looked extremely unhappy and betrayed even.
"Ynarana's parents shall hold their silence", Safafi said.
"You don't know that", Sethelel challenged.
"Those social climbers will tell no one if they value their reputations, which they clearly do. They gain nothing and lose everything if they talk", Safafi insisted.
"I need to hear these promises of silence from them in person, from all of these people, Torvines, your husband, Ynarana's parents, I want them to look me in the eyes and swear to me that they will not tell", Sethelel demanded.
"Of course, first thing tomorrow morning I will gather them all here to this room to promise you", Safafi insisted.
Sethelel nodded very slightly, unhappy but slightly mollified.
Safafi patted Sethelel's naked shoulder reassuringly.
Sethelel looked about to shrug off the touch, but instead decided to tolerate it.
Safafi made soothing encouraging noises, her blazing friendly warmth gradually seeming to soothe Sethelel from her dark mood.
"Have some more wine, wine helps many things", Safafi offered.
Sethelel reluctantly agreed, and was given wine until she seemed a bit happier.
"I know you might not feel up for it right now, but does anyone want to play a bride binding game tormenting me?, Sadism can be very therapeutic for people who are upset", Safafi offered sweetly.
"Bind Ynarana, after all her blabber mouthing today I think I have earned the right to punish her", Sethelel said darkly.
"That's fine by me", Safafi laughed happily.
Ynarana became nervous.
"You had best pee before we start Ynarana", Safafi advised.
Ynarana peed as suggested, but was still reluctant. She was very scared of what Sethelel might do to her in bride binding, but she also felt so guilty right now that she felt like maybe she should agree to this. This lack of clear feelings on the matter just left her reluctant and indecisive, not exactly protesting this idea but not welcoming it either.
Safafi and Sethelel simply grabbed Ynarana together when she continued to be indecisively reluctant, walking her to the bed between them.
"Here are a pair of bride binding gloves Ynarana, put them on", Safafi requested, handing a pair of woollen bride binding gloves to Ynarana.
Ynarana was a strange combination of afraid but sexually excited, and reluctantly sat on the bed and put on the gloves.
Ynarana was then directed to lay down spread eagle in the middle of the bed, and gulped nervously as Safafi began binding her with skilful knots so she couldn't move.
Ynarana gazed nervously up at Sethelel, as Sethelel gazed down at her vindictively.
Without preamble Sethelel squeezed Ynarana's belly in the most ticklish spot!
Ynarana screamed with laughter and tugged desperately on the ropes, unable to escape or defend herself!
"I'm going to punish you a LOT, blabber mouth", Sethelel said vindictively, and kept squeezing that terrible spot as Ynarana bucked and thrashed!
Ynarana was desperate to bring her hands down to protect this horrible spot on her belly, desperate to stop the terrible squeezing, but the ropes held her wrists firmly up above her head where her hands would be no use!
Ynarana desperately tried to move her legs in some vain effort to escape, but the ropes held her ankles too strongly!
She couldn't get away!
Ynarana laughed hysterically, tickled so terribly, unable to make it stop!
Sethelel grinned meanly, greatly enjoying herself.
Ynarana begged and pleaded for mercy, but Sethelel laughed at this and tickled her all the harder!
Ynarana could do precisely nothing except suffer and laugh and uselessly thrash, and did exactly this, completely frantic in her bonds.
Safafi was sitting to one side of the bed, watching without participating.
"Help me!, Make her stop!", Ynarana pleaded Safafi.
"I wouldn't dream of getting between you and your girlfriend, this is a private matter for the two of you", Safafi said apologetically.
"She will tickle me to death!", Ynarana begged frantically.
"I think you won't die", Safafi giggled.
"She has been tickling me for ages already!, I need a break!", Ynarana pleaded.
"It's barely been over a minute", Safafi informed Ynarana.
"How much longer?", Ynarana squealed ticklishly.
"That's up to Sethelel to decide", Safafi said sympathetically.
Sethelel laughed triumphantly, showing absolutely no mercy!
"I will get you back for this!", Ynarana warned desperately.
"Did you just dare to threaten me?", Sethelel said sternly, squeezing Ynarana's belly so fast that her frenzied laughter was almost a scream.
"Apologise for threatening me", Sethelel said smugly.
"I'm sorry!", Ynarana squealed frantically.
Sethelel chuckled, and kept tormenting Ynarana.
Ynarana was hysterical for some hellish eternity that was in reality probably less than ten minutes, bucking and thrashing and screaming with laughter the entire time.
Sethelel wasn't saying much now, but had a huge grin on her face, greatly enjoying herself.
This unendurable sadism seemed to be therapeutic for Sethelel, letting her get even with Ynarana and focus her wrath onto Ynarana in a relatively harmless way. Ynarana was in hell every single second.
Ynarana suddenly felt Sethelel pat her vagina with a free hand as the other hand kept squeezing the horribly ticklish spot.
"You are all wet, does being tickled turn you on?", Sethelel said mischievously.
"I'm wet over you, not the damn tickling!", Ynarana squealed, still laughing her head off from the horrific squeezing.
Sethelel grinned, and put two fingers inside Ynarana.
"You are wet as an ocean", Sethelel chuckled, kicking her fingers around inside her like the legs of a freestyle swimmer.
Ynarana could do very little except lay there and laugh, too distracted to think of a fitting reply.
Sethelel slid the pair of fingers in and out rhythmically, pleasuring Ynarana through her thrashing torment.
"Do you want to join Safafi?", Sethelel offered unexpectedly.
Safafi moved with a start, and crawled over.
Safafi gave Ynarana a small poke to the armpit, making Ynarana flinch ticklishly.
Safafi smiled playfully and gave another small poke to Ynarana's armpit.
Safafi's tickling of Ynarana was nothing like the brutality Sethelel was inflicting, just little playful pokes to the armpit at unpredictable times, very gentle and playful, in line with her extremely lovely personality.
"You need to tickle her harder than that!", Sethelel laughed, urging Safafi to really torment Ynarana.
"Oh, I'm not trying to make Ynarana suffer at all, I'm just having fun with her", Safafi said happily with a smile.
"You are too nice", Sethelel snorted.
"Guilty as charged", Safafi laughed happily, giving Ynarana another tiny brief poke to the armpit.
Sethelel shook her head in amusement at this, and refocused her attention on making Ynarana laugh hysterically.
Ynarana was in hell, but she was absolutely wet nonetheless, strangely turned on by this situation.
Sethelel's fingers slid even deeper inside Ynarana, making her groan slightly between her frenzied laughter.
Ynarana couldn't stop laughing if she tried right now, tormented by the belly tickling, but her pleasure was growing as Sethelel kept fingering her.
Ynarana was laughing less now, her moans starting to displace some of the laughter, her orgasm growing gradually towards climax, the pleasure getting steadily better.
Sethelel suddenly pulled out the fingers before Ynarana could come, tickling her belly with both hands!
"Don't be so mean!", Ynarana squealed in dismayed laughter.
Sethelel laughed and just kept tickling Ynarana half to death with both hands!
"Aw, did you think you would get to come?", Sethelel taunted sadistically.
"That's SO mean!", Ynarana squealed with frenzied laughter.
Safafi chuckled.
"You poor thing, my husband is fond of doing that too. It drives me crazy", Safafi laughed.
"I'm SO horny!", Ynarana complained, just about tickled to death by Sethelel now.
"Aw, you are, are you?", Sethelel taunted, grinning sadistically.
Safafi laughed melodically.
"The pair of you are adorable", Safafi laughed approvingly.
Ynarana was still going crazy and pleading for an orgasm, and Sethelel was having the time of her life driving Ynarana crazy.
"You seem happier", Safafi noted to Sethelel.
"I feel a bit better, this bride binding game was a great idea", Sethelel agreed.
"Sadism can be very therapeutic", Safafi chuckled happily.
"Oh indeed, I'm going to have so much fun tonight", Sethelel said gleefully.
"I will wet the bed if you tickle me for too long!", Ynarana squealed with laughter.
"Periodic breaks to use the chamber pot will solve that problem", Safafi suggested.
"Yes please!", Ynarana agreed frantically.
"Will you come back to be tied up if we let you out to pee?", Sethelel asked sternly.
Ynarana nodded frantically, still squealing with laughter.
"I don't believe you", Sethelel accused.
"I will help you wrestle her back into her ropes if she doesn't cooperate", Safafi promised.
Ynarana gave Safafi a betrayed look.
"This is a good training exercise for your life as a bound bride, it will do you good", Safafi explained to Ynarana.
"But she's tickling me to death!", Ynarana squealed.
"Torvines might too. Who would you rather have tickling you half to death right now, Sethelel or Torvines?", Safafi asked seriously.
Ynarana shook her head in torment.
"You get more sexual pleasure if your girlfriend does this, correct?", Safafi pressed.
"I do", Ynarana squealed ticklishly, reluctantly agreeing with Safafi.
"Well then this is a great training exercise for you. This is just some sadistic fun with your girlfriend with me to advise and supervise when needed", Safafi encouraged.
Ynarana just thrashed around in torment, desperate for mercy.
"I'm so tired!, This is exhausting!", Ynarana pleaded Sethelel, despairing of any help from Safafi now.
Sethelel suddenly stopped tickling her!
Ynarana couldn't quite believe it.
Sethelel suddenly started tickling her again!
She had just been messing with Ynarana!
"You can't count on getting mercy as a bound bride. Sometimes your husband will show you mercy, but other times he won't. Hoping for mercy that might not be coming is just setting yourself up for failure", Safafi told Ynarana in an educational tone.
"What the hell do I do then!", Ynarana said in despair.
"You learn to endure, no matter how long the torment lasts, no matter how much you can't stand it. That is the only way forward as a bound bride", Safafi said apologetically.
Ynarana shook her head miserably.
"Feel your girlfriend's fingers tickling your stomach, focus on that feeling, embrace it. That feeling is your punishment, learn to love punishment", Safafi told Ynarana seriously.
"I can't!, It tickles too much!", Ynarana squealed.
"You have no choice as a bound bride, sooner or later you will be forced to learn this skill, whether you want to or not", Safafi warned Ynarana.
"I will die!"
"You won't die, you will live, listen to my words", Safafi insisted firmly.
"Listen to your mother-in-law", Sethelel teased.
"Stop tickling me!", Ynarana squealed at Sethelel.
"I'm not even close to stopping yet", Sethelel warned with a grin.
"I will positively kill you for this!", Ynarana squealed angrily.
"Is that another threat?", Sethelel asked tauntingly.
"Getting angry doesn't help you as a bound bride, you are not allowed to hold onto anger", Safafi warned.
Ynarana screamed angrily, shaking her head.
"I'm going to tickle you so hard in revenge for this!", Ynarana warned Sethelel.
"I have no doubt that you will when Sethelel has her turn in bride binding later tonight", Safafi said happily.
"Wait, what?", Sethelel asked nervously.
Ynarana grinned vindictively through her laughter.
"It's only fair that we all have a turn in these ropes tonight", Safafi said reasonably.
Sethelel suddenly stopped tickling poor Ynarana, her face going pale with horror.
"Um, no hard feelings, right?", Sethelel asked Ynarana nervously.
"Just give me a damn orgasm already you meany", Ynarana snapped crossly, catching her breath.
"You stopped?", Safafi asked disappointedly.
"She will completely torture me if I don't stop", Sethelel said nervously.
"I fear no torment, I will do it for you", Safafi sighed, and suddenly tickled Ynarana's armpits horrifically hard!
"You traitor!", Ynarana squealed with angry laughter at Safafi, tickled terribly!
"This exercise is for your own good", Safafi said apologetically, showing no mercy.
Ynarana thrashed about in torment, shocked by how cruel the usually kind Safafi was being to her!
"This is going to be a weird night", Sethelel mused, as she wisely leaned her face down to give long overdue oral to Ynarana's vagina.
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