Chapter 13(Von)
Ynarana Mekrath felt a thrill of nervous fear as her father Tuvak Mekrath proudly walked her down the aisle towards the altar of Khaine.
It was afternoon, at the hour of her wedding to Torvines, and her heart was racing with the thrill of fear.
Lordling Runor had temporarily halted the work of all the dark elves who could be spared this hour, with only the gate guards and similar vital security still on duty, and only a skeleton crew of even these. Quite simply pretty much EVERYONE was here right now and looking at her!
The wedding was being held in a fenced small horse paddock at the edge of the settlement that the dark riders kept their unused horses in during the day, a fitting choice for this cavalry family wedding, and black horses were scattered about the paddock, repeatedly shooed away when they curiously got too close to the wedding area. Slaves had quite obviously shovelled up all of the old horse droppings, and a few slaves with spades stood by discreetly to shovel up any more as soon as it happened, to keep the wedding nice.
The ground of this paddock had some very patchy grassy vegetation, nibbled right down by the horses and badly trampled by hoof prints, with the well fed looking horses clearly getting most of their food from specifically purchased horse fodder, the sparse grasses of this paddock little more than a supplemental snack for these valuable prized black horses.
On the nicest and grassiest patch of this over grazed paddock the wedding area had been set up, with wooden chairs laid out neatly in rows with an aisle down the middle, facing a wagon-portable wooden carved statue of Khaine, with a wooden sacrifice altar set up in front of the statue. Bound upon the altar was a naked half dead slave that was delirious with sickness, covered with a warm blanket to make sure that he even remained alive long enough to be sacrificed.
Normally a wedding in a city or castle or other major settlement would be held in a dedicated temple of Khaine, and the statue and altar would be fine stone. But out in a plantation that was several days walk away from Clar Karond or anywhere else noteworthy, it was acceptable to make do with these more rustic alternatives. The wooden statue and sacrificial altar belonged to the plantation, but didn't have any permanent set place, being kept safely stored in barns most of the time and carried out on wagons to set up as needed wherever was convenient.
In front of the wooden statue and behind the altar stood Nari the Witch Elf, as usual not wearing a thing besides boots, sword belt and various jewellery and ornamentations. Every elf in the paddock was making a point of averting their eyes from Nari, and as a result Ynarana could not be sure what Nari thought of the wooden statue and altar without looking at her to see her expression or body language.
The dark elves of the plantation had by now learned to be wary of the wicked Nari, and had deliberately set all the chairs to be as far away from the altar as they could get away with without causing offence, leaving an almost comically wide distance between the altar and the chairs.
Nearly the entire plantation population was present as mentioned, and the vast majority were seated on the chairs, with Lordling Runor naturally seated in the most prestigious and honoured position right at the front, others seated according to their exact rank and status in the somewhat complex hierarchy of this plantation, with the most newly arrived Gwendils relegated to the seats of least status right at the back where they could barely see.
As well as seated dark elves, the 9 highest ranking dark riders on the plantation were currently on horseback, forming a ceremonial honour guard for Torvines who was also currently on horseback, these ten mounted elves currently sitting haughtily in their saddles in perfect formation in the wide space between the chairs and the altar. Torvines was wearing his ridiculous looking wedding clothes, but also held a bundle of ropes in one hand, and had a worrying looking rune engraved black leather riding crop hanging from a hook in his saddle, making Ynarana feel a chill of intense fear.
Ynarana was scrubbed up completely beautifully, her hair done very elaborately with countless tiny wooden hair pins, looking very elegant. Her deep crimson traditional House Movavul wedding garment looked as ridiculously unfashionable as ever, but now that the wedding was actually starting, it looked less strange and more acceptable. She looked every inch like a bride on her wedding day, not a single hair was out of place.
Ynarana's father Tuvak was scrubbed up in the finest clothes he could afford, and looked the proudest Ynarana had ever seen him as he very slowly and proudly walked Ynarana towards the altar of Khaine.
Ynarana blushed as everyone stared at her, feeling very shy, and various elves chuckled at her obvious shyness.
Ynarana's father walked her as slowly as he could get away with, maximising his moment of glory, and Ynarana shyly walked down the aisle at this slow pace he set, feeling every eye bore into her.
An eternity of slow walking later, and Ynarana was past the chairs and being led by her father towards the altar across the open space between. Torvines and his dark rider honour guard trotted around Ynarana and her father in a graceful circle, elegant as birds performing some mating dance.
Torvines and the riders trotted their horses around in a few more carefully choreographed circles as Ynarana's father slow walked her all the way to the altar, and she kissed her father on the cheek as was expected, feeling terribly nervous now.
The dark rider honour guards trotted aside a respectful distance, and Torvines dismounted, keeping hold of the worrying bundle of ropes and unhooking the scary riding crop from his saddle!
Ynarana shifted fearfully, going slightly pale, so terribly afraid now that she stood on the precipice of becoming his bound bride.
While high elf wedding ceremonies could be agonisingly slow and drawn out rituals, sometimes even lasting for days, the dark elves were less fond of wasting time, and tried to get these ceremonies done much more quickly. High born dark elf weddings could be modestly lengthy depending upon the House in question, but the middle born, (and especially the low born), tended to be finished within just five minutes, getting it over with.
Ynarana's father had actually extended the length of this wedding quite a bit by walking her down the aisle so slowly, this ceremony would be blisteringly fast.
"This is my daughter, you may wed her", Ynarana's father said the traditional fatherly lines with fierce pride, leading Ynarana towards Torvines.
"This is your daughter, now my wife", Torvines replied proudly, these words being the traditional reply of the groom.
"I am your wife, now you are my husband", Ynarana said softly and shyly, these words being her own traditional lines as the bride.
Nari the Witch Elf laughed delightedly.
"In the presence of my husband Khaine, Ynarana and Torvines Movavul are wedded, may they be blessed with fertility and have many children", Nari the Witch Elf proclaimed gleefully, taking a terrifying looking dagger from her sword belt.
In one fluid motion, Nari ripped the blanket off the dying sacrificial slave and plunged the dagger into his chest.
The slave man gave one agonising scream before his lungs collapsed, Nari's dagger sawing open his chest to expose the organs within.
With almost contemptuous ease the Witch Elf ripped the slave's heart out of his chest, holding it up for all to see.
The carved wooden eyes of the statue of Khaine briefly glowed blood red, showing that Khaine was pleased with the murder sacrifice done in his name, and that he accepted the marriage of Ynarana and Torvines.
That was it, it was done. They were now married. No more lines or rituals needed to be done.
The audience began to cheer, but were unexpectedly hushed to silence by Nari the Witch Elf?
Torvines moved to Ynarana, and took both of her hands, placing her wrists together?
What was he doing?
Torvines then used his bundle of ropes to bind her wrists together?
"With ropes I bind you as my bound bride, let all witness", Torvines announced loudly, apparently another line that Ynarana had not been informed of?
"We bear witness", proclaimed Torvines' parents from the audience seats, awkwardly repeated by confused other members of the audience.
Torvines then passionately kissed Ynarana, her wrists still bound together, and she returned the kiss, feeling so overwhelmed.
The entire audience erupted with applause, many men shouting to congratulate them.
"No no no don't clap yet, too early!", Safafi loudly complained over the thunderous applause.
Torvines broke the kiss and smiled at Ynarana with happy triumph.
"Hello Ynarana Movavul", Torvines told her fondly.
Ynarana smiled at this, and returned his hello.
Torvines stroked her cheek affectionately with the leather loop of his riding crop, making her flinch slightly with fear.
Torvines chuckled affectionately.
Torvines unexpectedly turned to the statue of Khaine, tugging on the end of the rope that bound Ynarana's wrists to direct her to turn too, and the pair of them bowed down on one knee before their god, Ynarana needing direction from Torvines as she was very confused by these unfamiliar rituals.
Nari the Witch Elf unexpectedly used blood from the slave to anoint both their foreheads, anointed Torvines' rune encrusted riding crop, and even anointed Ynarana's ropes with blood, this extra ritual apparently something specific to bride binding marriages.
"Punish and discipline your bound bride well with extreme pain, let your bound bride worship none other than Khaine, have many children with your bound bride", Nari told Torvines happily.
"I shall, Khaine willing", Torvines proclaimed respectfully.
Nari the Witch Elf took Torvines' scary rune encrusted riding crop, and placed it on the altar. She then held the sacrificial heart over the riding crop and chanted some evil sounding words in a strange language that sent a chill through Ynarana!
Nari's evil chanting built to a climax, the air blazing with the wrathful presence of Khaine, and she squeezed the heart in her hand, squeezing out all the blood onto the rune covered riding crop.
The runes on the riding crop glowed with terrible blood red light that faded slowly after a few moments, and Nari picked up the blood soaked riding crop!
"Take this implement of pain, imbued with the wrath of Khaine, may it agonise your bound bride well", Nari said cruelly, handing the riding crop to Torvines.
"I shall, Khaine willing", Torvines proclaimed triumphantly.
"You may rise and present your bound bride to the public", Nari bid them with an amused voice.
Ynarana was extremely confused by all of these extra rituals, (and more than a little afraid), but followed the directions of Torvines, and Torvines and Ynarana rose, and respectfully turned away from Nari, facing the audience.
Most of the audience was confused now, not familiar with these extra rituals in this wedding, and seemed hesitant to applaud again.
"NOW you clap!", Safafi urged everyone, clapping energetically.
The rest of the audience happily followed suit, and the applause was thunderous once again.
Torvines lifted the bound Ynarana up into the saddle of his horse, and climbed on behind her, putting an arm around her waist from behind, directing his horse to trot slowly forward down the aisle.
The pair were congratulated jubilantly as they trotted down the aisle as husband and wife, and Ynarana smiled despite herself, feeling strangely wonderful.
Ynarana was getting slightly annoyed by her ropes now, but didn't make a fuss, not sure what was the correct protocol for this ritual. She just sat calmly in the saddle with her wrists bound.
The paddock gate was opened for them, and they trotted towards the plantation house at a dignified pace. Ynarana peaked over her shoulder and saw the entire audience joyfully following behind them, with Nari still tending to the altar, cleaning her dagger and shoving the untied body off the altar slab to the dirt like trash, giving the bloody altar a loving wipe with a cloth.
"Just so I know, how long do these ropes have to stay on my wrists?", Ynarana asked Torvines quietly with a curious whisper.
"Oh?, At this point they can come off anytime I like", Torvines said happily.
Ynarana smiled and held up her bound wrists expectantly.
Torvines chuckled and shook his head.
"Don't be mean, please take the rope off", Ynarana chuckled at his silliness.
"No, I said that they can come off any time *I* like, you are my bound bride now remember, you have to do what I tell you", Torvines said affectionately but seriously.
Ynarana lowered her bound wrists again, feeling very apprehensive.
"I will go easy on you till you get the hang of being my bound bride, I am not a severe disciplinarian like my father", Torvines reassured her.
Ynarana nodded gratefully at this reassurance.
The horse reached the plantation house, and Torvines lifted Ynarana to the ground, getting off after her and securing his horse to a veranda railing in front of a water trough.
Torvines then put a dominant arm around Ynarana's back, and led her inside, entering a room with a grand wedding feast prepared.
Lordling Runor, (who was right behind them), bid them to sit in the two seats of honour, and Ynarana awkwardly sat down with her wrists still bound together in front of her.
Ynarana rested her bound hands very carefully in her lap in such a way that no blood touched anything, not sure where else to put her hands, and watched quietly as happy people entered the room.
Originally there had been a thought of holding the wedding feast outside in the paddock, and if not for the vampire this might indeed have been the best idea for so many people, but Vladana complicated things considerably.
The wedding that had just finished was a late afternoon wedding, deliberately held at a time when both day shift and night shift were awake, but still during the safe light of day. Late afternoon was plenty of time for a five minute wedding, but it was short indeed for the much more important, (to dark elves), traditional elvish wedding celebration feast that came immediately after a wedding.
The wedding ceremony itself might be viewed as a waste of time if it took more than about five minutes, (as weddings themselves were boring), but FEASTING was a FUN activity, so was eagerly allocated far greater time. Dark elves loved to get drunk and gorge themselves on delicious food. Also a feast was good for displaying the wealth and status and power of Lordling Runor, which he always encouraged.
Ynarana and Torvines themselves wouldn't get to enjoy much of this feast, because they now lived in a different building. They would eat and have fellowship very briefly, and then rush off to their stone cool room house before sunset. But everyone else, (except night shift), would enjoy this feast long into the night.
When night shift left there would be ample room for a celebration feast in one room, but at the moment the feast seemed to be spread across at least two rooms just to seat everyone. There seemed to be some confusion about exactly who got to sit in which room, with everyone wanting to be in the same room as the bride and groom, and more than a few of the most recently arrived Gwendils were viciously evicted from seats by people of higher standing…
Ynarana politely ignored the vicious squabbling for position, and fidgeted her wrists in the annoying ropes.
"I'm still not taking them off until I decide to", Torvines teased her with an affectionate chuckle, making her frown slightly for a moment.
Both sets of parents were approaching Ynarana and Torvines excitedly now, and Ynarana happily waved to them with her bound wrists.
Ynarana's mother all but jumped on Ynarana, hugging her jubilantly, crying tears of joy.
"I'm so proud, just SO proud of you!", Ynarana's mother gushed emotionally, hugging Ynarana with all her might.
Ynarana smiled, deeply touched by this, and tried unsuccessfully to return the hug with her wrists bound together, whilst also trying to keep her blood anointed ropes from staining anyone or anything.
Her father all but jumped on Torvines from the other side, hugging him tightly and thanking him over and over again for marrying his daughter.
Torvines politely tolerated this from his new father-in-law on his wedding day, but extricated himself from this embrace as soon as he politely could.
Ynarana had no hope of detaching her emotional happy mother, and just let herself be hugged. Safafi then piled on top, hugging both Ynarana and her mother at the same time, laughing happily.
Ynarana was gradually detached from her mother with the help of Safafi, and the parents sat down to either side of Ynarana and Torvines.
Ynarana awkwardly scratched her nose with her bound wrists, and her mother, who was sitting right beside her, immediately fussed over her.
"How long before you can take those ropes off?", Ynarana's mother asked uncertainly.
"Any time, but apparently only my husband is allowed to remove these ropes", Ynarana explained with slight annoyance.
"Oh?, Torvines can you please take these ropes off Ynarana?", Ynarana's mother requested.
"I'm sorry mother-in-law, but I have decided that it is good for my bound bride to endure these ropes for now", Torvines said charmingly.
Ynarana and her mother both chuckled at these titles of address given to them.
"I, well, if this is part of the romantic tradition of bride binding, I don't want to interfere with such things. I merely worry that she can't use her hands properly to eat", Ynarana's mother faltered happily.
Torvines considered this.
"I guess that I can bind her again any time I please now", Torvines mused, and hesitantly untied her wrists.
"Thank you!", Ynarana said and frantically scratched at itches she had been unable to scratch before.
Torvines chuckled fondly.
Ynarana reached out to serve herself some food from the well stocked table in front of her, but then paused short of touching it when Torvines gave her a look.
"Did you ask me for permission to let you eat?", Torvines softly chided.
"I, may I please eat?", Ynarana asked uncertainly.
"Yes you may, be sure to ask in future", Torvines allowed.
Ynarana nervously served herself some delicious salted pork, baked potatoes, and other delicious foods, afraid of annoying Torvines again.
Torvines nodded encouragingly, and Ynarana ate, groaning softly in pleasure from the delicious taste.
Ynarana was about to reach for some wine, but remembered to ask first.
"I will pour you the amount I will let you drink", Torvines said softly but firmly, and poured out a very small glass of wine.
Ynarana nervously thanked him, and drank it all far too quickly.
"May I please have some more?", Ynarana asked hopefully.
"No, you may not", Torvines said quietly, he looked like he was expecting an argument and was preparing himself.
"I, I don't want to be difficult. I am just thirsty", Ynarana said timidly, deliberately not arguing with him.
"You may drink as much WATER as you like if you are thirsty, but you will not drink another drop of wine without my permission", Torvines told her firmly.
"But what if I want wine?", Ynarana whined unhappily.
"Well that is just too bad, you are my bound bride and you will do as I say", Torvines told her gently but firmly.
Ynarana softly gasped, unable to fully believe this!
Tovonnith chuckled.
"Just listen to your husband Ynarana, it won't kill you to drink less wine, it might even be good for you", Ynarana's mother coaxed her.
Ynarana was feeling glum now, and looked around for Sethelel, wanting sympathy right now. Sethelel wasn't anywhere to be seen?
Ynarana shrugged, Sethelel was probably just in the other room deliberately avoiding Ynarana's mother right now, Ynarana would find her later.
Ynarana unhappily drank some water, and ate as much wonderful rich food as she could fit, enjoying this rare privilege.
"I don't think I can possibly eat anymore", Ynarana chuckled in contentment, leaning back in her chair to be more comfortable.
"Ok, that means you don't need both your hands separate anymore, put your wrists together", Torvines ordered.
Ynarana gave him an incredulous look.
"Are you seriously that mean?", Ynarana asked incredulously, hesitantly putting her wrists back together.
"I am seriously that mean", Torvines laughed, and tied her wrists together again.
"This is really fun", Torvines added with a playful wink.
Ynarana snorted at this.
"Please don't be too mean to me", Ynarana begged seriously.
"I won't be too mean, I'm just being playful", Torvines reassured her.
"You have no idea how scary this is, I'm so scared of what you will do to me", Ynarana admitted.
"I will go easy on you until you settle in, I don't expect you to be a seasoned bound bride instantly, relax", Torvines soothed her.
Ynarana nodded gratefully, and deliberately calmed herself with effort.
"I'm sorry to rush things along, but the sun is getting a bit low. Let's begin the bedding send off", Lordling Runor called merrily.
The room filled with hearty agreements, and Ynarana and Torvines were bid to stand.
"Now, dear Torvines, greatest of my riders, it is time for you to make a proper wife of Ynarana and bed her. May you be fertile, be fruitful and multiply… And have fun while you are at it", Lordling Runor chuckled with a slight drunken slur.
The room laughed uproariously at the last line, and the happy couple were sent on their way with fond calls and crude jokes.
Torvines and Ynarana left the plantation house and got back on his horse, and the honour guard of dark riders merrily rode with them in company, taking the horse from them when they dismounted about a minute later after a fast gallop to their stone cool room "house".
"Have fun with your new bound bride Torvines", one of the dark riders said with warm cheekiness.
"Oh I will", Torvines chuckled.
"Fuck the shit out of her", another dark rider said crudely.
Ynarana tutted in annoyance.
"She's my wife now men, not so crude", Torvines laughed, not at all offended.
"Ah well, tickle her extra hard just for me", another dark rider requested with a chuckle.
"Don't you dare", Ynarana complained at Torvines unhappily.
Torvines and the men all laughed.
"Beat her yummy ass black and blue", one of the riders said crudely.
"That's my wife, I already asked you once", Torvines gently complained.
"Just have fun", another rider said simply.
"Yes, just have fun", the other riders all agreed merrily.
"I most certainly will", Torvines said happily, and bid them all farewell.
The sun was still not set, shining orange low in the west, but Torvines did not tarry outside.
He lifted the bound Ynarana up in his arms and carried her down into the sunken cool room, carrying her over the threshold, put her down on her feet inside and then paused with a flint to light a small portable candle in a metal candlestick holder.
The room was all as it should be when the candles light filled the room, with a fresh clean mattress and all the mess of girls night cleaned up.
Torvines closed the door and very securely barred it, making absolutely sure that Vladana couldn't break her way inside in the night.
Torvines then lit a fresh candle clock with the flame of his small portable candle, and got to work at the small fire enclosure, now properly enclosed inside a circle of large rocks.
Ynarana walked over, unable to help much with her wrists bound, and just watched as he used the small portable candle to light some kindling and tinder, getting the fire going and piling it up with charcoal to minimise smoke.
With the fire going, he blew out his small portable candle to save wax, leaving only the candle clock and small fire for light, and he moved to Ynarana.
Ynarana expected him to untie her, but he instead led her to a chamber pot and rolled up the skirt of her wedding garment, bidding her to sit and piss.
When she was done, Torvines led her straight to the bed.
Torvines untied her wrists, and pulled off all of her clothes, carefully putting the traditional House Movavul wedding garment on a table, carefully folding it. Torvines then stripped out of his own clothes, folding them on the table too.
Ynarana was expecting him to go to her now, but he instead pissed in the chamber pot, and poked at the fire.
Ynarana scratched her nose, and was just about to move over towards him when he came back to her, holding a damp rag.
Torvines carefully wiped the blood from her forehead, and gave her wrists a thorough wipe too to remove any trace of blood from the ropes. She stood submissively and silently as he did this, feeling quite nervous of him.
Torvines then handed her the cloth and got her to clean his own forehead of blood.
With the blood all clean, he put the damp rag aside, and picked up a completely clean bundle of ropes from a table, walking over to her.
Ynarana silently put her wrists together as before.
"No, behind your back this time", Torvines told her calmly.
Ynarana paled slightly at this but obeyed, putting her hands behind her back, and Torvines securely bound her, even wrapping the rope around her chest just under her boobs so that she couldn't move her arms at all!
"What are you going to do to me?", Ynarana asked nervously.
Torvines got up off the bed, and found his scary rune encrusted riding crop, carefully cleaning every speck of the anointed blood off it with a wet rag and walked over holding it!
"Oh dear…", Ynarana gulped nervously.
Torvines was eerily silent, and simply placed the riding crop harmlessly on the bed.
Torvines grabbed Ynarana by the shoulders and sat her down on the bed.
Ynarana squirmed nervously in her ropes, dreading what he might do.
Ynarana flinched as he pulled a hair pin from her hair, and relaxed slightly as he continued pulling out the pins, until her long black hair was completely hanging loose.
He affectionately brushed the hair out of her face with his fingers, and was suddenly passionately kissing her without warning.
Ynarana was slightly surprised, but certainly didn't object to this, and she submissively returned his kisses, sitting with him on the bed, arms completely immobile behind her back.
Torvines just kept kissing her passionately, and lay her down, laying down beside her and continuing to kiss her hungrily.
Ynarana was still a Gwendil, and wasn't exactly aroused by this heavy kissing, but she wasn't repelled either, just feeling completely neutral about it, vagina quite dry.
Ynarana was in no position to offer much resistance even if she had wished to resist, but she actually didn't want to resist right now. Torvines was now her husband, this was their wedding night, a woman simply did not resist on this night of all nights, that would be unthinkable.
Ynarana simply complied submissively, letting Torvines do as he pleased.
Torvines was in no hurry, and just kissed her for ages without stopping. His tongue entered her mouth and chased her own tongue around in circles inside her mouth. Ynarana recoiled very slightly, this male tongue in her mouth just a bit too intimate for her Gwendil nature.
"You recoiled?", Torvines asked her curiously, breaking the kiss.
"I am still a Gwendil, I struggle with this sort of kissing", Ynarana admitted apologetically.
Torvines touched her vagina, noting the dryness.
"What gets you wet?", Torvines asked curiously.
"Thinking about women gets me wet", Ynarana admitted shyly.
"Do you mean to tell me that every single time I got you wet for me you were thinking about women!?", Torvines asked unhappily.
Ynarana nodded apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I'm a Gwendil, it's ALL men I struggle with, not you specifically, it's nothing against you", Ynarana added quickly.
"I know you are a Gwendil, but I didn't realise you were THAT Gwendil that you couldn't even get wet at all over a man?!", Torvines murmured unhappily.
"This is just what being a Gwendil means, we wouldn't risk getting beheaded to be with women if we could get the same pleasure from men. We have to be pretty damn horny and lonely to risk our lives like we do", Ynarana explained sadly.
"Do you enjoy sex with me at all?", Torvines asked unhappily.
"If I can get damp enough first then I enjoy it. I enjoy your penis inside me when I am wet, it feels good when it rubs inside me and over my clitoris", Ynarana promised honestly enough.
"Even though you are not sexually excited by me?", Torvines asked unhappily.
"Being a Gwendil is a confusing existence, my heart desires women, but I still have the body of a woman, and a woman's body is designed to lay with a man's body, and can respond to a man's penis", Ynarana tried to explain.
Torvines nodded slowly at this explanation.
"Part of me desires you and part of me does not, it takes a bit of effort to overcome the part that does not, but with effort I can overcome it very successfully, as you have experienced first hand", Ynarana explained tenderly.
"When you get really energetic and go for hours?", Torvines suggested.
"Yes, at those times I overcome my issues, and I greatly enjoy your penis inside me. I think about women I find really sexy and get insanely wet, and then I enjoy you until I am too exhausted to physically continue", Ynarana chuckled.
"I suppose I can live with that", Torvines chuckled fondly.
"If I can get myself horny enough, then even kissing you with tongue becomes quite ok for me, I just need to get myself in the mood", Ynarana promised him.
"Get wet now", Torvines commanded her, fondling her breast with one hand.
Ynarana nodded and immediately started thinking about the vampire's busty naked body. Ynarana focused her attention on the beautiful face, the long brilliantly blonde hair, the pleasing curves and flawless skin.
"I am starting to dampen", Ynarana said excitedly.
Torvines checked her folds with a finger tip, and felt her slight moistness.
"That was fast", Torvines said impressed.
"I can dampen very fast when I have a mind to", Ynarana said proudly.
"Ok, I will keep that in mind", Torvines said, and started kissing her again.
Ynarana held onto her dampness this time, fantasising furiously about the vampire, and she got very aroused, kissing Torvines quite passionately.
Torvines checked her folds with a finger, and his finger was met with a slippery mess.
Torvines repositioned Ynarana on the bed, laying her on her back and spreading her legs, and she looked down to see him rubbing his penis erect, getting ready to penetrate her.
Ynarana nodded at her husband, completely consenting for him to consummate their marriage.
Torvines positioned himself on top of her, and Ynarana groaned slightly as she felt his penis slide inside her slippery opening, stretching her slightly uncomfortably at first before becoming bearable.
Torvines breathed heavily as he lay on top of her, thrusting inside her. She could feel every thrust, feel the slight pain of the deep inside stretch, feel the wonderful rub over her clitoris, feel the way her juices flowed and churned from the thrusts.
Ynarana groaned softly, enjoying the rub on her clitoris, fantasising furiously about the Lahmian vampire.
Ynarana came faster than even she expected, moaning wonderfully in orgasm mere minutes into her penetration.
"I climaxed already", Ynarana said happily.
"You should at least ask for permission in future before you climax", Torvines gently informed her, still penetrating her, himself not yet climaxed.
"I will do my best to remember to ask", Ynarana panted, pleasured by his thrusts.
Torvines nodded and just kept fucking her.
Ynarana couldn't move her arms at all because of the way she was tied up, and her legs were busy being spread with his body between her thighs, she could do little more than just lay there and take his penis.
Ynarana's face was grimaced slightly with pleasure, and she was groaning softly from the wonderful slight rubbing on her clitoris, she would climax soon.
"May I please climax?", Ynarana asked, remembering to ask first.
"Not yet, I will tell you when you can come", Torvines told her, grunting with pleasure as he fucked her.
Ynarana nodded unhappily and held her orgasm back with effort.
"It's hard to hold it back", Ynarana panted with effort.
"Just a little longer, I'm getting close myself", Torvines promised.
Ynarana nodded and focused hard on not climaxing, holding it back was almost agonising when she was so horny!
Ynarana grunted and groaned unhappily, pleasured so greatly but forced to keep holding it back!
"Ok, come now", Torvines suddenly said.
Ynarana nodded gratefully and let go of her orgasm, hurtling over the precipice of inevitability, and diving deep into a sea of pleasure.
Torvines moaned with pleasure at exactly the same time, and she felt his semen enter her as her own orgasm raged through her with wonderful pleasure.
The husband and wife lay gasping for breath in an intense afterglow of pleasure, still joined at the private parts.
Torvines pulled out of Ynarana, and used a rag to clean up his manhood, then patting Ynarana's opening clean of the white fluid oozing out of her.
Ynarana awkwardly tried to sit up with her hands tied behind her back, but Torvines simply pushed her back down again before she was halfway sitting up.
"Stay down for now Ynarana", Torvines told her.
Ynarana nodded hesitantly, and just lay, getting as comfortable as she could.
Torvines picked up his scary riding crop…
"Um…", Ynarana murmured nervously.
Torvines knelt beside her on the bed, towering over her holding the scary riding crop, terrible runes all over it making the implement of pain all the more intimidating. Ynarana gulped fearfully.
"Where should I plant your first bruise?", Torvines asked affectionately.
"Nowhere?", Ynarana asked hopefully.
"Somewhere", Torvines insisted with a chuckle.
Torvines held one of her breasts…
Ynarana shook her head frantically!
"(Chuckle), I agree, I don't think I should mark your beautiful breasts", Torvines said affectionately.
The riding crop slid all over her stomach and ribs, making her tense at the feel of it sliding over her skin, she felt so vulnerable right now.
Ynarana shook her head fearfully.
"Why are you so afraid?", Torvines asked her softly.
"It will REALLY hurt!", Ynarana complained fearfully.
"It certainly will, but it won't do any serious damage", Torvines coaxed her.
"MUST you beat me?, I don't want to be beaten, please don't do it", Ynarana begged him.
"It's traditional to bruise a bound bride on her wedding night with the anointed punishment implement", Torvines explained seriously.
Ynarana nodded unhappily.
"Also I WANT to give you a bruise", Torvines chuckled.
Ynarana tutted unhappily at this remark.
"You are a bound bride now Ynarana, surely you are not surprised to be bruised", Torvines pressed calmly.
"I'm just really nervous", Ynarana admitted, squirming defencelessly in her ropes.
Torvines rested the leather loop of his riding crop over a bit of skin an inch below her left breast, where the ropes around her chest ended.
"I think this spot here will do nicely for your first bruise", Torvines said affectionately.
Ynarana looked down fearfully at the spot, squirming in her ropes, so afraid.
WHACK!
Ynarana cried out in sharp pain, her skin stinging sharply, that riding crop HURT!
The pain was so bad that it was shocking, how could any riding crop hurt THIS much?!
WHACK WHACK!
"No more!", Ynarana pleaded in tears of agony, tugging desperately in her ropes, bringing her knees up defensively to escape the horrific pain!
"Legs down", Torvines said firmly.
"It hurts SO BAD, please no more!", Ynarana pleaded him desperately in tears.
"I SAID legs down!", Torvines snapped mercilessly.
Ynarana fearfully brought her knees back down, exposing the spot, weeping with pain and fear.
WHACK!
Ynarana simply broke and ran away, scrambling off the bed with just her legs, arms still bound immobile behind her back, fleeing away from the hellish pain!
"YNARANA!", Torvines shouted indignantly as she took shelter behind a wooden table.
"It HURTS!", Ynarana pleaded desperately, weeping uncontrollably.
"You are only making it worse by running away. Come back here now and I will spare you additional punishments", Torvines threatened her!
Ynarana sobbed at this horrible threat, and wretchedly walked back to him in sobbing tears.
"I thought you loved me!", Ynarana sobbed.
"I DO love you, I'm just disciplining you", Torvines promised her with stern tenderness.
Ynarana miserably sat back down on the bed.
"If you run away again I will simply tie you to the bed in your usual bride binding", Torvines warned her!
Ynarana sobbed even more loudly, crying her eyes out in terror and despair.
"Ynarana…", Torvines faltered slightly at the extremity of her broken weeping.
"I won't beat you all night…", Torvines hesitantly reassured.
Ynarana just sat crying on the bed, not resisting.
Torvines hesitantly lay her down on her back again, and gently touched the riding crop to the chosen place on her skin. Ynarana flinched back fearfully from just this slight touch.
WHACK!
Ynarana screamed and convulsed on the bed, her skin in agony.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Ynarana shrieked in agony, writhing and rolling on the bed, tears and snot running down her traumatised face.
Torvines dragged her back to the proper position on her back and sat on her legs to limit her movement, beating the chosen spot again and again without mercy!
Ynarana could only scream in agony and weep, forced to experience this terrible TERRIBLE pain, powerless to stop it. She was in some terrible hell!
"Ok, I think that that is a very nice bruise now", Torvines said without warning, lowering the terrible riding crop!
Ynarana gasped hoarsely with grateful relief, and continued sobbing from the residual pain as he put the horrifying riding crop down on the bed and got off her.
Ynarana felt Torvines wipe away her tears and snot with a scrap cloth rag, and he put the rag to her nose and let her blow her nose clean of even more tears and snot.
Ynarana stifled her tears now, and calmed down slightly as he continued to clean her up and tenderly fuss over her.
"Is it over?", Ynarana asked hopefully in an afraid voice.
"Yes, so long as you behave", Torvines reassured her tenderly.
"It was horrible, just so hideously horrible!", Ynarana admitted, feeling both fragile and traumatised.
"Say "thank you" for your beating", Torvines gently interrupted her.
"You want me to thank you for that horrible pain?", Ynarana asked in fear and disbelief.
"Yes, after every beating a bound bride must thank her husband for disciplining her. Please say thank you", Torvines pressed softly but firmly.
"Tha-thank you for beating me?", Ynarana stammered uncertainly.
"Very good, you will get the hang of this in no time at all I am sure", Torvines said happily, kissing her forehead lovingly.
"What happens if I don't thank you?", Ynarana asked fearfully.
"You get beaten even more until you learn your manners", Torvines informed her.
Ynarana shivered with dread and nodded fearfully.
"Look at your beautiful bruise Ynarana", Torvines said proudly, pointing.
Ynarana looked down curiously at her painfully throbbing beaten area, and saw the angriest, most swollen, most savagely black and red bruise she had ever seen on her own body!
"That looks so horrible!", Ynarana exclaimed in dismay.
"Beautiful not horrible, to House Movavul a bruise on a bound bride is a mark of beauty", Torvines corrected her.
"Sethelel won't like this, she will find it ugly", Ynarana lamented in self pity.
"Sethelel doesn't have to like it, you are MY bound bride not hers, she should consider herself lucky that I let her share you at all", Torvines said inflexibly.
"Tha-thank you for letting me keep Sethelel", Ynarana said nervously, sensing subtle danger.
"You are most welcome", Torvines replied graciously.
"That riding crop REALLY hurt, why did it hurt that much?", Ynarana asked unhappily, gazing fearfully at the hated rune encrusted implement of pain.
"It was anointed with blood by a bride of Khaine, and some of the terrible wrath of Khaine was imbued into the riding crop's specifically carved power storing runes by this ritual, supernaturally increasing the agony the riding crop causes", Torvines chuckled.
Ynarana gasped indignantly at this.
"You mean it is magic?!", Ynarana asked crossly.
"Yes, the supernatural power of Khaine. This riding crop is deliberately enchanted to hurt you greatly", Torvines said with a grin.
"No WONDER it hurt so fucking much!", Ynarana cursed.
"That was why the wedding specifically had that extra bit with the blood and chanting at the end, bound bride weddings traditionally include this additional ritual, to increase the pain of the discipline tool that will be used to punish the bound bride", Torvines chuckled, as though this was somehow funny!
"That's HORRIBLE!", Ynarana complained, aghast by this cruelty.
"I imagine that it is not much fun for you yes", Torvines chuckled.
"Why would you be so horrible to me?", Ynarana asked him, feeling betrayed.
"You are my bound bride, I need to tame you. The extra pain will speed your discipline, that's why we in House Movavul have implements of punishment carved all over in runes and bewitched by a bride of Khaine, to maximise our ability to discipline our bound brides with extreme pain", Torvines explained gently but completely unapologetically.
"I really don't like this!", Ynarana protested.
"I'm sorry but that is just too bad, what you like and dislike are not important. I am the one who will decide what is best for you", Torvines told her firmly!
Ynarana just gawked at him, unable to believe this.
Torvines pulled her bound body into his arms and gave her a loving cuddle, making soothing reassuring noises.
Ynarana forced herself to relax into his cuddle, her mind racing with so many things right now.
"The taming process is not pleasant, I know it hurts, but you will get all of your inner toxins out", Torvines reminded her soothingly.
Ynarana nodded reluctantly, she still very much wanted to feel the same joy and peace as Safafi.
"Use the chamber pot", Torvines suddenly ordered her without warning.
Ynarana paused briefly in confusion, then fearfully nodded obediently and got off the bed, walking over to the chamber pot and squatting awkwardly with her arms still bound, pissing out the small amount of urine that had accumulated.
Ynarana wiggled her pelvis to flick herself dry as well as she could, and returned to the bed, sitting back down with Torvines.
Torvines silently began to untie her, and she gratefully scratched itches and rubbed rope marks in her skin as soon as she was free.
Torvines handed her her bride binding gloves, and she nervously put them on without question.
Ynarana pulled away all the bed coverings and silently assumed the spread eagle position, and Torvines quickly bound her to the bed like he did every night, double checking every knot and making sure it wasn't too tight.
Ynarana looked up at him slightly nervously, wondering what the hell he would do to her this time.
"I'm sorry but I simply HAVE to tickle you…"
"Wait no!"
Ynarana squealed with laughter as he squeezed her abdomen in the most horribly ticklish place, bucking in her ropes and cursing loudly!
Torvines was grinning jubilantly with happy mischief, having great fun.
"No more!", Ynarana pleaded, squealing with involuntary laughter.
"Aw, you sound so cute when you laugh", Torvines teased her.
Ynarana laughed hysterically, stupidly ticklish as always, and couldn't do a thing to stop it!
"You are being so mean to me!", Ynarana complained frantically.
"It's really fun", Torvines teased her playfully.
Ynarana's squealing laughter and frantic struggles energetically continued for maybe five unendurable minutes, hell every single second, and she was sweaty and exhausted when he finally stopped tickling her.
Ynarana lay gasping for breath, limbs stretched out in her bride binding, sweat beading all over her skin.
"Thank me for tickling you", Torvines told her playfully.
"Why would I thank you?", Ynarana chuckled.
WHACK!
Ynarana shrieked in agony and surprise, he had just hit her bruise with the terrible riding crop!
"I said thank me!", Torvines commanded sternly.
"By Khaine!, Thank you for tickling me Torvines!, Please don't beat me with that thing!", Ynarana exclaimed frantically in terror.
Torvines put down the horrible riding crop, and wiped fresh tears from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were joking about thanking you for tickling me", Ynarana fearfully explained.
"Every time I torment you in some way, you will thank me for it", Torvines told her seriously.
"Thank you for just hitting me again with the riding crop", Ynarana said fearfully.
"Very good, you are learning fast", Torvines said approvingly.
"Why do I have to, I mean, what is the reasoning behind me thanking you?", Ynarana asked nervously.
"It builds discipline. It reminds the bound bride that her punishment is a privilege that is good for her, and it reminds her that her husband is completely dominant over her", Torvines explained fondly.
Ynarana gulped and nodded, feeling extremely uncomfortable and afraid.
Torvines lovingly stroked her hair, and squeezed her breast.
"I am really enjoying you as my bound bride Ynarana, I made the right choice, you are wonderful", Torvines told her lovingly.
Ynarana smiled at this compliment and nervously thanked him for saying it, not wanting any more horrible beatings.
"Get wet again", Torvines told her huskily, and started passionately kissing her.
Ynarana was moaning a little later as Torvines fucked her in the bride binding, wet as he had commanded her.
Her mind hurt from just trying to remember everything she was expected to do or not do to escape a beating, she was deeply struggling to work all of this information together without making a single mistake.
Her bruise hurt even more than her mind hurt, throbbing terribly with pain, and her eyes hurt from crying so much. But she was at least enjoying the sex right now as her one pleasure right now, she was moments away from orgasm in fact.
"May I come?", Ynarana softly moaned at Torvines, only just remembering to ask in time.
"No not yet…"
Ynarana groaned in dismay, and fearfully held her orgasm back, hating the feeling of being stuck right on the edge like this.
Not a single part of this night had been fun for her so far, even the damn orgasms were ruined by this cruel command to need permission to come!
Why had she ever agreed to any of this!
Being a bound bride was horrible!
***…
"There is the happy couple", dark elves called happily the next morning as Ynarana and Torvines entered the plantation house.
Torvines looked on top of the world this morning, smiling and happy and looking complete.
Ynarana on the other hand looked quiet and afraid, with the distinctive fearful look of a beaten woman, flinching fearfully at every slight movement Torvines made with his hands, fearing another beating.
"Haha, look at Ynarana!, She has been beaten to humility last night", one of the dark riders laughed delightedly, pointing at her.
Other dark riders all laughed, and congratulated Torvines for "punishing your bound bride", without a hint of pity for Ynarana!
Ynarana wiped away a tear at this horrible mockery, dark elf men could be so horribly cruel!
The Gwendils on the other hand were deathly silent, and gazed at Torvines with naked hatred for obviously beating Ynarana. They saw just how traumatised and afraid Ynarana was, saw the look of being beaten upon her body language, and they looked ready to murder Torvines at the first opportunity…
Ynarana shook her head very subtly at the Gwendils, nonverbally telling them not to attempt to take any revenge upon Torvines.
Torvines noticed the looks and the nonverbal exchange between Ynarana and the plantation women, and his demeanour became a bit more careful.
Torvines leaned over to her ear and fearfully whispered, "Gwendils?"
"I'm not telling, remember", Ynarana whispered back.
"I see. Well, those women, who may or may not be Gwendils, don't look happy with me this morning", Torvines whispered in her ear.
"I agree, they don't look happy at all", Ynarana agreed.
"I won't be murdered I trust?", Torvines whispered slightly nervously.
"Perhaps no, if you were not murdered for letting Safafi be raped, you probably won't get murdered for beating me either. You are safe… Perhaps", Ynarana told him slightly sardonically.
"Am I unpopular with your kind?", Torvines whispered.
"Your reputation could be improved", Ynarana whispered, gently understating just how much the Gwendils disliked Torvines.
"What are the two of you standing whispering about, come and sit", Safafi called happily, gesturing to a pair of seats at her table.
Torvines and Ynarana snapped aware of their surroundings again and walked over to the table, congratulated by everyone they passed.
Ynarana and Torvines sat, and were immediately bombarded with happy greetings and questions.
"What is so wrong with you Ynarana?", her mother asked curiously but happily when Ynarana said little in reply to questions and remarks.
Torvines chuckled and unashamedly lifted up Ynarana's shirt to right below the boobs, baring her stomach to the entire room and showing off her hideous bruise!
Ynarana blushed scarlet as almost everyone in the entire room came over for a closer look, completely humiliated right now!
"The bound bride wedding night bruise", Torvines told the room proudly.
"Very nice!", complemented Torvines' parents, the dark riders, and Lordling Runor, as well as various other suck-ups among the male dark elf plantation staff.
"Is this a part of the bride binding tradition?", Ynarana's mother asked uncertainly, not entirely happy to see this evidence of domestic violence on Ynarana.
"Oh yes!, It is very important to have a good first bruise on the wedding night as a bound bride, of similar importance to the consummation in the wedding bed itself!", Safafi explained happily.
"Ah, ok then, I guess that is fine. Congratulations Ynarana and Torvines", Ynarana's mother said, sounding relieved that it wasn't just conventional domestic violence.
Ynarana simply nodded, feeling very quiet and humiliated.
"Are you ok Ynarana?", her father asked.
Ynarana still had her shirt pulled up with people gawking at her bruise, blushing with embarrassment. What sort of stupid question was her father asking?, Of course she wasn't "ok" right now!
Torvines seemed to get tired of holding up her shirt, and tied the fabric tightly in a knot to keep it up without being held, leaving her bruise and midriff on full display!
Ynarana just gawked at Torvines, unable to believe that he was doing this!
"That shirt is to stay like that until I say otherwise", Torvines quietly ordered Ynarana!
Ynarana gawked at him incredulously, but was fearful enough of him to verbally agree.
"You forgot to say thank you", Torvines reminded her.
"(Chuckles), oh dear, mustn't ever forget to say thank you", Safafi said fondly.
"Thank you for completely and totally humiliating me in front of the entire plantation", Ynarana thanked him acidly.
"You are most welcome", Torvines laughed with a huge grin.
Ynarana was very far from happy, and was too humiliated to even look at anyone right now!
"What is that bruise?!", Sethelel's indignant voice suddenly cut through the room, and Ynarana looked up to see Sethelel clothed in her on duty military garb, standing in a doorway glaring at Torvines indignantly.
"Sethelel?", Torvines murmured, slightly apprehensively, apparently fearful of losing threesome access to Sethelel over this outrage.
Sethelel was storming over angrily now, her face a mask of wrath at her girlfriend's damaged condition.
"What the hell happened to her stomach and why is her shirt up like that!?", Sethelel angrily demanded, immediately creating a huge scene.
Safafi immediately took the deeply upset Sethelel in her arms and coaxed her out of the room, whispering in her ear the entire time they walked. There was a buzz of conversation in the wake of this event.
"Torvines, a word of advice. Lower the damn shirt", Tovonnith quietly suggested to Torvines.
Torvines nodded uncertainly, and untied the knot in Ynarana's shirt, letting the shirt hide her bruise again.
"Thank you", Ynarana said quietly.
"Just because Ynarana is your bound bride, that doesn't mean that everyone else around this plantation will necessarily take it kindly if you openly show that you beat her. You could get a crossbow bolt in the back from Ynarana's… Friends, really fast if you don't show more discretion", Tovonnith whispered quietly.
Ynarana's parents, Torvines, Tovonnith and Ynarana glanced around the room, and immediately noticed over twenty women glowering at Torvines hatefully with murder and wrath in their faces.
"I thought it was only a SMALL nest!", Ynarana's mother hissed frantically in a whisper, referring to the assumed number of Gwendils in the plantation.
"I think not so small", Tovonnith replied wisely.
"Oh dear…", Ynarana's father murmured fearfully, noticing that all of the angry looking women had fully loaded repeater crossbows slung over their shoulders on straps.
"You have just painted a nice target on your back my son", Tovonnith told Torvines grimly.
"You will talk to your friends won't you Ynarana?, Tell them not to kill your husband?", Ynarana's mother fearfully asked Ynarana hopefully.
"I will talk to them", Ynarana promised with a sigh.
"With your permission of course husband…", Ynarana added facetiously to Torvines.
"Yes yes, please do!", Torvines agreed somewhat urgently.
Ynarana smiled at his fearful reaction and rose, hurrying over to the biggest group of glowering Gwendils.
"You girls really need to be more subtle, the parents all think you want to murder them, glaring at us like that", Ynarana whispered to the Gwendils in a tight huddle of heads together.
"We don't want to kill the parents, just that damn wife beater who beat you!", the huddle of Gwendils hissed back.
"Please don't do that either", Ynarana told them.
"He is beating you Ynarana, it's written all over you just how afraid of him you are. We will be doing women everywhere a favour by putting a man like Torvines in the ground", one of the Gwendils insisted.
"It's my life, I will be the one to make that choice. If I want Torvines to die I will ask, but until I ask please don't do anything", Ynarana begged them.
"Why would you try to protect that odious man?", a Gwendil asked incredulously.
"Safafi for a start, I want her in my life, she is very dear to me. Not to mention my parents are FINALLY happy with me, my siblings and relatives will talk to me again now. This is bigger than just Torvines", Ynarana implored them.
"Are those things really worth taking beatings for?, You know that he is going to hit you again don't you?"
"Yes, I know he will keep beating me, but these other things are so important to me that I am prepared to endure beatings. Please don't kill him", Ynarana said adamantly.
The Gwendils all nodded unhappily, promising not to kill Torvines without Ynarana's permission, and all hugged Ynarana fondly before she took her leave of them.
Ynarana had similar brief conversations with all the other Gwendils in the room, and was promised by all that Torvines would not be murdered.
Ynarana returned to her anxious group of family members.
"What did they say", Ynarana's mother asked fearfully.
"They promised me that they would not kill my husband", Ynarana reported.
There was considerable relief.
"They weren't REALLY going to anyway were they?", Torvines chuckled nervously.
Ynarana simply looked at him.
"They were?", Torvines asked nervously.
Ynarana nodded.
Torvines shifted uncomfortably.
"But they won't do it now, right?", Ynarana's mother pressed frantically.
"They promised me that they won't", Ynarana reassured.
"You would be wise to be less severe with Ynarana in public just to be sure. Don't show off her bruises, CERTAINLY don't hit her in public. Make an effort to appear to treat her kindly", Tovonnith advised.
Ynarana nodded at these wise words.
"For how long though?", Torvines asked unhappily.
"At least until they are no longer enraged, use some common sense", Tovonnith chided.
"It is certainly not so difficult to avoid treating me like complete dirt in public, is it?", Ynarana asked annoyed.
"I don't treat you that badly", Torvines reasoned.
"You are not getting death stares for treating me well", Ynarana informed her deluded husband.
"I guess I don't want to get murdered", Torvines conceded unhappily.
Ynarana raised an eyebrow at his motivations, but did not comment.
"I will treat you more gently from now on… In public of course…", Torvines said hesitantly.
"Thank you", Ynarana thanked him, genuinely relieved.
Torvines patted her hair affectionately, making a deliberate show of being gentle to her in front of the murderously hostile Gwendils.
Ynarana sighed, no matter the rather selfish motivation, at least he would treat her better in public, that was still a blessing at least.
This marriage really wasn't off to a great start so far…
***…