Chapter 14(Von)
Ynarana Movavul the bound bride felt slightly sad as she accompanied the four parents out of the plantation house, Ynarana carrying half of the bags, with Safafi alone carrying the other half of the bags.
It was mid morning, still the day after the wedding, and the four parents had to be away soon if they wanted to get all the way to Clar Karond before midnight on their horses. Fearing imagined hordes of murderous hungry vampires in the area, the four parents wanted to be very far away from the plantation before nightfall, and could not delay their departure much longer for this reason.
Ynarana wished that they all could stay a few more days, especially Safafi, but the wedding was over, they had no reason to stay here any longer. Nari the Witch Elf had already left early this morning, and Lordling Runor would be anxious for the parents to leave today too, as it was expensive to keep them here each day, it was definitely time for them to go.
Ynarana and Safafi were both as mentioned carrying all of the bags for everyone all by themselves, because they were both House Movavul bound brides, and therefore apparently did all of the unpleasant chores in House Movavul…
"These bags are really heavy", Ynarana grunted, carrying a pair of badly overloaded saddle bags stuffed with half of the luggage.
Safafi was so puffed from carrying her own even heavier pair of saddle bags that she didn't even reply, merely nodding in agreement that the bags were heavy.
Torvines and Tovonnith carried not a thing, happily bossing around their overburdened bound brides without any shame at all, and Ynarana gazed at them both bitterly as she struggled with the heavy burden all by herself.
"Are you sure I can't help carry something?", Ynarana's father offered yet again.
"No no, the bound brides are fine with the bags", Torvines politely declined this offer, speaking on behalf of both Ynarana and his own mother!
Ynarana growled under her breath, wanting to positively kill Torvines right now!
"Why couldn't the slaves carry these bags for us?", Ynarana complained irritably.
"Why bother the busy slaves when my father and I have a pair of able bodied bound brides to carry the bags?", Torvines teased cheekily.
"I'm not a slave!", Ynarana protested.
"Just carry the bags and stop complaining about it", Torvines dismissed her protests.
Ynarana did not reply, silently cursing him, and just kept carrying the distressingly heavy pair of saddle bags.
Ynarana and Safafi huffed and puffed all the way outside onto a veranda with the horribly heavy luggage, and set the saddle bags down on an outside table, both panting for breath.
"Thank you for making me carry the luggage", Safafi panted happily to Tovonnith.
"Thank you for making me carry the luggage", Ynarana repeated with a start, having forgotten this stupid humiliating rule to thank Torvines for horrible things.
"You are welcome", the men replied with happy condescension, and Safafi smiled delightedly at these words as Ynarana frowned bitterly.
Safafi walked off the veranda, approaching a pair of tethered black elf horses.
"My darlings!", Safafi called lovingly to the pair of elf horses.
The horses both responded instantly, snorting happily and excitedly pulling at their harnesses, trying to go to Safafi. Ynarana had never seen horses so excited to see someone.
Safafi ran over to the happy looking horses, joyfully kissing both horses on the noses over and over again, fussing over the horses with her beautiful warmth.
Safafi released both horses after a few more moments of fussing over them, and walked back towards the saddle bags without even holding the reins of either horse. The pair of horses joyfully followed right behind Safafi without even being asked, nuzzling her hair lovingly as they trotted behind her.
"Such spoiled horses", Torvines laughed.
"Totally spoilt rotten", Tovonnith agreed with a chuckle.
Safafi easily got these extremely affectionate black elf horses to stand on the veranda next to the saddle bags on the table, and lovingly told the horses to hold still, which they did.
Ynarana struggled to help Safafi put the stupidly heavy saddle bags on the happy horses, and was panting heavily again when the saddle bags were finally secured in place.
"Thank you for making me load the horses", Safafi said happily to Tovonnith, panting to regain her breath.
"Thanks, for what she said", Ynarana added to Torvines less enthusiastically.
"That's lazy, thank me properly", Torvines tutted.
"I'M lazy?!", Ynarana snapped at him incredulously.
"Ynarana…", Torvines said softly in warning.
"Thank you for making me do all the work while you do nothing", Ynarana thanked him acidly.
Tovonnith chuckled as Torvines tutted.
"Stubborn new untamed bound brides are always adorable, so much strong will and attitude", Tovonnith chuckled.
Ynarana tutted in irritation at this remark from her father-in-law.
"Watch your attitude Ynarana, I am very close to punishing you if you keep being so wilful", Torvines warned.
Ynarana glared at her husband hatefully, but held herself silent, fearing another beating.
"Please don't fight with your husband Ynarana, remember that you are trying to appear more happily married in public", Ynarana's mother nagged her.
Ynarana tutted at this unwanted advice.
"I don't want you to be widowed, try harder to look happy!", Ynarana's mother pressed seriously.
"Why am I the one who is at fault here?!", Ynarana snapped.
"You are a bound bride, your husband has every right to treat you like one", Ynarana's mother chided.
"Oh do shut up", Ynarana snapped at her mother.
"Ynarana!", Her mother protested.
"Stop being so disagreeable or I will… Well, I have decided to beat you less, so I will instead tickle your stomach for two hours straight in your bride binding tonight as a punishment if you don't behave", Torvines threatened her!
Ynarana recoiled back in horror, shaking her head desperately.
"Do you want your stomach left alone and untickled tonight in your bride binding?", Torvines asked her warningly.
"Yes yes, leave it alone!", Ynarana agreed frantically with energetic nodding.
"Then drop all of this petulant attitude and learn your place as a bound bride", Torvines warned.
"Why the hell did I ever agree to this?", Ynarana grumbled bitterly.
"Your poor stomach is not going to know what hit it tonight…", Torvines warned.
"Please don't torment me tonight Torvines, I, I will be good", Ynarana begged him fearfully, burning with broken pride.
Tovonnith laughed, making Ynarana flush with angry embarrassment.
"Absolutely adorable, I feel nostalgic for the days when Safafi used to be wilful and stubborn, it's so cute when new bound brides think they can have their own way", Tovonnith chuckled fondly.
Ynarana held silent at these words, afraid of Torvines making good on his threat, cheeks burning with wounded pride.
"I wouldn't dream of defying you husband", Safafi told Tovonnith warmly, kissing his cheek lovingly.
Sethelel entered the veranda without warning from the plantation house, apparently coming to see off Safafi, and hugged Safafi and Ynarana happily in greeting, pausing only briefly to give Torvines a venomous look.
"Please forgive my son Sethelel", Safafi coaxed her soothingly.
"I am not happy with Torvines…", Sethelel began.
"I want to see more of you in the future Sethelel, that would be hard to do if you hate my son", Safafi interrupted seriously.
"For you Safafi Movavul, I will try my best to forgive your son", Sethelel conceded with a resigned sigh, kissing her cheek fondly.
Safafi smiled, and thanked Sethelel warmly.
The horses were still nuzzling Safafi's hair fondly, and Sethelel giggled when one of the horses unexpectedly nuzzled her face too.
"Why are these horses on the veranda?", Sethelel giggled distractedly as her forehead was nuzzled.
"They are my beloved darlings, I hand raised them from foals, they follow me everywhere. My darlings were ridden here by Tovonnith and I", Safafi said fondly.
"Where have they been hiding all this time?", Sethelel chuckled.
"In a stable. I made a point of visiting them every day I was here to tell them stories and groom them. They will enjoy the gallop home after so long cooped up in the stable I think", Safafi said happily.
"Thank you again so much for allowing us to ride home with you", Ynarana's father thanked Safafi and Tovonnith gratefully.
"Oh it is no problem at all, these lazy spoilt pet horses could do with an honest day of riding with a full burden for once", Tovonnith chuckled graciously.
"My darlings are not lazy or spoilt, don't you listen to him my darlings, you are not spoilt at all", Safafi said to the horses soothingly in an adorable mothering baby voice.
"Such utterly spoilt horses", Tovonnith laughed uproariously, shaking his head fondly.
Ynarana giggled, those horses were quite obviously absolutely spoilt rotten by Safafi on a daily basis, honestly pets more than working animals. Ynarana could just imagine Safafi tenderly hand rearing these horses from foals and telling them stories with the slave children and the kittens, these horses absolutely loved her.
"We can take you both to our home tonight, please do stay the night, we will ride you to your own home in the morning", Tovonnith offered Ynarana's parents generously, changing the subject away from the extremely spoilt horses.
Ynarana's parents just about fell over themselves to agree to this offer, very excited. Ynarana could just imagine how high and proud they would hold their heads in the crowded streets of the lowest born district of Clar Karond, as they were taken home on horseback by Tovonnith and Safafi in the morning. Their heads would be so swollen with smug pride that it was embarrassing to even think about the imperious looks they would have on their faces at the time.
"It's no trouble at all. We will be seeing a lot of each other from now on. Some time in the coming days I will show you around the House Movavul grounds and even inside the great hall, the extended family will want to meet you", Tovonnith offered happily.
Ynarana's parents were eager to the point of embarrassment, jubilantly excited to see such wonderful things and enjoy the benefits of having their daughter marry into House Movavul. It was touching if extremely embarrassing.
Ynarana smiled slightly despite herself, happy that her parents were so happy. It felt strangely wonderful to have her parents feel this PROUD of her for a change.
"Ok, we should say our farewells to our esteemed host Lordling Runor, and be off before we lose any more of the day, we have a long ride home", Tovonnith said with a sigh.
Ynarana nodded sadly, and hugged all four of them, before accompanying them to say goodbye to Lordling Runor.
Ynarana felt sad a few minutes later when the four parents were on horseback after finishing their goodbyes to Lordling Runor, about to leave.
Safafi and Tovonnith both wore the iconic black hooded cloaks of dark riders and shared one of the horses, both looking so at ease in the saddle that they might have been born on horseback.
Filovha and Tuvak on the other hand wore civilian clothes not designed for riding, and awkwardly and clumsily shared the other horse, the lowest born tanners having absolutely no experience riding horses. They looked in danger of falling off the horse to be honest, and were mostly just holding on for dear life in a way that was slightly comical.
This lack of riding experience didn't seem to be a problem for Ynarana's parents however, as their own horse was extremely docile and spoilt, their horse simply followed Safafi everywhere she went on her own horse, the spoiled rotten horses completely enamoured with Safafi.
The two spoilt pet horses looked like they were a bit overburdened, each carrying not just two elves but also the heavy saddle bags full of all their luggage, but seemed to cope with this weight all the same, merely uncomfortable from the weight.
Ynarana said emotional good byes to all of them, promising to visit all of them as soon as she could, and all too soon the horses were away, with the four parents talking happily to each other as they rode away.
Ynarana waved at them until they were completely out of sight.
She missed Safafi already…
***…
Ynarana Movavul felt the calmest she had felt in days, as she stood on duty in a watch tower later that day, finally back to some semblance of normality.
*twang*
"Another direct hit", Sethelel said triumphantly, lowering her repeater crossbow.
Ynarana looked down curiously at the portable target scarecrow down near the base of the tower, noting the crossbow bolt embedded in the crotch of the target scarecrow.
"You missed the head or the heart", Ynarana teased.
"I was aiming for the balls. I am pretending the scarecrow is Torvines", Sethelel chuckled.
"I need him to put a few babies in me first before you go shooting him there", Ynarana teased playfully.
"Well hurry up and breed, I want to shoot him in the balls", Sethelel teased back.
Ynarana laughed.
"Much as I enjoy your company, shouldn't you be sleeping right now?", Ynarana asked Sethelel seriously.
"I want to spend time with you, I can always nap tonight in the watch tower", Sethelel replied.
"That's sweet of you", Ynarana said with a smile.
"I am rather fond of you, in case you hadn't noticed", Sethelel chuckled.
Ynarana chuckled.
"I wish we could make out right now, this platform is so exposed", Ynarana said regretfully.
Sethelel giggled naughtily.
"I would do more than just make out", Sethelel chuckled huskily.
"I didn't specify that I would be making out with your face", Ynarana replied with a wink.
"You are making me wet", Sethelel grumbled.
"The dampness is mutual", Ynarana purred.
Sethelel giggled, and suddenly grabbed down near Ynarana's crotch, but simply stole a clip of crossbow bolts from Ynarana's belt, much to Ynarana's frustration.
"I am going to emasculate the scarecrow some more", Sethelel said, loading the stolen clip into her repeater crossbow.
Ynarana chuckled, and watched as Sethelel shot the poor scarecrow perfectly in the crotch with every single shot in the stolen clip, accuracy flawless.
Ynarana aimed her own repeater crossbow, and put a bolt straight into the scarecrow's heart with flawless accuracy.
"You missed his balls", Sethelel quipped playfully.
Ynarana laughed and put a bolt into the scarecrow's crotch just to prove that she could.
"You missed the heart that time", Sethelel teased.
Ynarana snorted at this, smiling at Sethelel with affectionate amusement.
"I'm going to put the scarecrow further away, this is too easy", Sethelel announced, climbing down the ladder in the watch tower.
Ynarana observed Sethelel walking down on the ground a few moments later, pulling crossbow bolts out of the scarecrow.
Ynarana deliberately aimed nowhere near Sethelel, and playfully shot a bolt into the ground just to give her a fright.
Sethelel flinched away in surprised fright when the bolt thudded into the dirt a few yards to her left, and Ynarana loudly laughed down at her to let her know it was a joke.
Sethelel playfully shook her fist up at Ynarana, and retrieved the bolt from the dirt, dusting it off.
Sethelel yanked the embedded pole of the target scarecrow out of the dirt, and carried the scarecrow all the way to the edge of the corn, stabbing the pole of the scarecrow firmly into the dirt to hold it in place.
These sort of portable target scarecrows were scattered about the plantation in large numbers, mostly set up at the base of towers or in a dedicated cleared archery range area near the plantation house, and were pretty much just moved around the plantation grounds on a whim by the repeater crossbow archers, set up anywhere to maintain their accuracy with target training.
The target scarecrows were cheap and crude, made of tightly bundled dry corn stalks shaped to resemble a human or elf, and secured to a cheap wooden pole that could be driven into the ground. The tightly bundled corn stalks were thick enough to take a crossbow bolt without it shooting out the other side, but were soft enough to not damage the embedded bolts.
The entire concept of a target scarecrow was pretty self explanatory to be honest.
Crossbow women on duty frequently shot at target scarecrows from their towers while on duty, and were encouraged to do so by Lordling Runor himself as it kept them well trained with their weapons. Ynarana wasn't at all neglecting her duties by shooting at a scarecrow right now.
Sethelel climbed back up the ladder, and playfully flicked Ynarana's pointed elvish ear tip for firing a bolt at her, making Ynarana snort.
Sethelel carried a lot of crossbow bolts now, not only the retrieved bolts but also an entire sack of new clips of bolts from the watch tower store rooms in the second and third floors of the wooden tower.
"Make sure you put those back in the store rooms when you are done", Ynarana warned Sethelel.
Sethelel shrugged, and resumed shooting at the scarecrow.
"Some of those shots missed into the corn!, Make sure you find every single one of those bolts!", Ynarana tutted in annoyance.
"That corn will be harvested soon anyway, the bolts will be found one way or another", Sethelel said playfully with a shrug.
"The iron heads will be rusted if you leave them lost in the dirt", Ynarana scolded affectionately.
"The soil could do with a bit of extra iron", Sethelel teased.
Ynarana chuckled, finding Sethelel delightfully adorable, and did not press the issue. Lordling Runor could certainly afford to replace any lost crossbow bolts, it's not like they were even top quality bolts to begin with, this was a plantation not a military bastion.
Ynarana felt very much at ease as she spent this time with her girlfriend Sethelel, there was no fear in this relationship, no power dynamics, no fucking bride binding. This was just a normal and healthy romantic relationship between two people who both completely consented without any duress.
Ynarana and Sethelel talked and laughed about nothing of any importance, completely at ease together, and Ynarana felt so lighthearted and unbothered. This was nice.
"Would you like to, come over, to my house this afternoon before your shift?", Ynarana asked slyly and naughtily.
"I might be persuaded", Sethelel replied naughtily with a wink.
Ynarana smirked.
"How many carrots should I bring… As a snack of course", Sethelel asked cheekily.
"A snack of course", Ynarana chuckled.
"Will four carrots be enough to snack on?", Sethelel asked playfully.
"I think that four will be plenty", Ynarana replied fondly with a romantic smile.
The sound of distant hoof beats suddenly disturbed this romantic moment, and the two Gwendils looked down over the corn to see a group of dark riders galloping through the corn towards their tower. They both immediately recognised Torvines riding at the head of this group of dark riders.
"May I shoot him?", Sethelel asked playfully.
"My life would be less complicated if you didn't", Ynarana laughed.
Sethelel chuckled, and resorted to resuming firing bolts into the crotch of the target scarecrow, which was a safe distance away from where the dark riders would exit the corn field.
The dark riders exited the corn into the cleared ground around the tower, and halted slightly apprehensively from the continued live firing into the scarecrow.
"Hold your fire, dark riders are down here!", Torvines yelled up at the tower, but not yelled with any real fear.
Sethelel obligingly lowered her repeater crossbow, slinging it safely over her shoulder on it's holding strap.
Torvines eyed the target scarecrow with a raised eyebrow.
"I think you missed the marks", Torvines noted.
"I was aiming for his genitalia", Sethelel called down playfully.
"Ah well, I think this scarecrow won't be having any children now", Torvines chuckled.
"Hello my beautiful wife", Torvines called up charmingly to Ynarana.
"Hello husband", Ynarana called back with a wave.
"How goes your watch?, Doing some target practice with your friend Sethelel are you?", Torvines asked fondly.
"That's right husband, I have been doing a bit of target practice. It has been an uneventful watch otherwise", Ynarana reported happily enough.
"Why is Sethelel up there?, Shouldn't she be sleeping right now?", one of the other dark riders asked curiously.
"I have been napping in this tower, I will get enough sleep", Sethelel lied.
"You had better not fall asleep on duty tonight", the dark rider warned.
"I will be fine", Sethelel promised.
"I don't mind Sethelel's company", Ynarana added honestly.
"Why don't you invite Sethelel over to our place this afternoon for a meal?", Torvines suggested charmingly.
"I already did", Ynarana replied happily.
"Oh?, Without asking my permission first?", Torvines asked unhappily.
"Oh?, Sorry about that Torvines", Ynarana apologised with a start.
The dark riders all chuckled.
"This time it is fine, but it might not always be. I might have other plans in an afternoon, you should always check with me first before you make plans with other people", Torvines said magnanimously.
"I guess that's fair, it would be kind of rude too if Torvines just invited his friends over to your home without even asking you first Ynarana", Sethelel agreed reasonably.
The dark riders all burst out laughing, and Torvines tutted at apparently losing face.
"That's not how a bride binding marriage works, SHE has to ask HIM, he doesn't have to ask her", one of the dark riders yelled up laughing.
Sethelel frowned unhappily at this remark.
"Now now, don't put words in my mouth men. While that might indeed be my privilege, I would likely discuss such plans with my wife first before just inviting people over", Torvines charmingly insisted, clearly trying very deliberately to get Sethelel back on his side.
"You are very kind to your bound bride", the dark rider who had spoken chuckled respectfully to Torvines.
"Thank you for being kind to me, and thank you for letting me invite Sethelel over this afternoon", Ynarana called down like a complete suck-up, painfully aware that she was a bound bride now.
"You are most welcome my dear", Torvines replied happily.
Torvines trotted over to the scarecrow, and dismounted, retrieving all of the bolts embedded in the scarecrow.
"There are bolts in the corn, I hope you are keeping an exact count of them so none are lost", Torvines chided the two women.
"Not exactly…", Ynarana said guiltily.
Torvines tutted at this, and briefly checked the corn behind the scarecrow, returning a moment later with five bolts.
"I found five, I hope that there are none missing", Torvines scolded, walking over to the tower door.
Torvines emerged out of the square trapdoor hole at the top of the ladder soon afterwards, and handed Sethelel the bolts.
Torvines turned his attention to Ynarana, and passionately kissed her in greeting, pressing her back against a support beam!
Ynarana was taken by surprise but returned the energetic kiss from her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck intimately.
Torvines broke the kiss and pulled down her pants without even asking!
"Get wet", Torvines whispered in her ear.
Ynarana fearfully nodded and forced herself to sexually fantasise about Vladana, as Torvines fumbled with the front of his own pants.
Raucous laughter and cheering rose up from the dark riders on the ground, and Ynarana turned her blushing face to see them all looking up at her from the corn, having all trotted out to get a clear line of sight!
"Do you mind, I am right here", Sethelel gently complained as Ynarana felt Torvines' penis enter her.
"I don't mind", Torvines replied with a fond chuckle, and fucked Ynarana up against the support beam to the raucous approval of his men.
Ynarana struggled to even stay wet during this embarrassing public sex act, and was not going to climax in this situation, and she simply endured this indignity, not at all enjoying herself.
"You may come", Torvines told her expectantly after a while of grunting against her.
Ynarana nodded and made a fake moan of orgasm, and Torvines groaned loudly and filled her with semen.
The dark riders all cheered, laughing approvingly, and Torvines pulled out of Ynarana to give them a theatrical bow.
"Thank you for fucking me", Ynarana said automatically the way she was expected, and at a nod of permission from Torvines she used a scrap of rag to clean herself up, then respectfully offering the rag to Torvines.
"Clean me up with your mouth", Torvines quietly ordered.
Ynarana blushed but nodded obediently, and knelt down in front of his gross penis, squeamishly sucking and licking it completely clean.
"Thank you for making me clean you with my mouth", Ynarana thanked him in humiliation, as Sethelel just silently gawked at all of this.
Torvines patted her hair affectionately, and covered himself once more, pulling Ynarana up to her feet and pulling up Ynarana's pants.
Ynarana spitefully kissed him without warning with full tongue, forcing him to taste his own semen in her mouth, and Torvines pulled away in disgust, to the laughter of his men, (the laughter this time at Torvines' expense).
"That was naughty", Torvines chuckled to Ynarana in a whisper.
Ynarana tried to kiss him again, and he laughed, evading her semen kisses.
"At least drink some water first", Torvines chuckled fondly.
Ynarana reluctantly scooped a cup of water from a drinking water bucket up on the watch platform, and swished her mouth completely clean, drinking several cupfuls of water.
Torvines carefully inspected her open mouth before he let her kiss him again, and the husband and wife kissed fondly.
"I need to get back on duty, I may return if I desire more sex before your shift ends Ynarana. I look forward to playing with you and Sethelel this afternoon", Torvines whispered so that only the two Gwendils could hear.
"You are dreaming Torvines, I may let you WATCH, but you CERTAINLY won't touch me!", Sethelel disabused Torvines of his delusion of getting a threesome this afternoon.
Torvines looked comically disappointed by this information, and it took all of Ynarana's effort not to giggle.
Torvines reluctantly took his leave of them, remounting his horse and riding away with his men.
"Did he seriously think he was going to get a threesome?", Sethelel whispered to Ynarana incredulously.
"He believes that having a Gwendil for a wife means that he will get to have threesomes with any women I bring home", Ynarana informed Sethelel with a whisper.
Sethelel burst out laughing.
"I told him that I was open to it if the other women actually agreed. Torvines has been rather excited ever since", Ynarana whispered.
"You mean that THAT is why Torvines acts so weird around me?!", Sethelel laughed in a fit of giggles.
Ynarana nodded with a smirk.
"He is mad", Sethelel giggled.
"He is going to bug me about it forever until it becomes a reality", Ynarana whispered seriously.
"You are asking me to have a threesome with that man?", Sethelel whispered distastefully.
"Yes I am", Ynarana replied seriously.
"I am willing to have fun with you as he watches, in return for the use of that soundproof building", Sethelel offered.
"He wants to do more than just watch", Ynarana replied delicately.
"I MAY agree to let him play with YOU during play time", Sethelel offered grudgingly.
Ynarana remained silent.
"Will he pay me for the sex?", Sethelel suggested.
"He might be willing to negotiate a price, I am not sure", Ynarana admitted uncertainly.
"He is going to need to treat you better if he wants me to even consider this, I still have to tell the others that he knows, I have enough problems from that man without him presuming sexual access to me", Sethelel whispered coldly.
Ynarana nodded, that was certainly fair.
"Will you tell the others tonight?", Ynarana asked delicately.
"I'm not sure, maybe", Sethelel shrugged.
Ynarana put a loving arm around Sethelel's back, and said nothing, just looking out over the plantation.
"There is no rush, I'm sorry that you have to tell them at all, it should be me", Ynarana apologised.
"They are slightly less likely to murder me on the spot if I am the one to try to tell them about your parents and in-laws and husband. It's safer if I break the news", Sethelel whispered seriously.
"Thank you", Ynarana whispered sincerely.
"You are my girlfriend, that entitles you to my support", Sethelel whispered with a sigh.
Ynarana smiled at these beautiful words, feeling loved.
"I will try to tell them tonight, if the time feels right", Sethelel whispered with a sigh.
Ynarana simply nodded, patting her back affectionately.
***…
"Oh Sethelel!, Oh Sethelel!", Ynarana moaned that afternoon.
Sethelel licked Ynarana's moist place all the harder, making Ynarana moan even louder.
Ynarana and Sethelel were both naked on Ynarana's wedding bed in the soundproof cool room, having wonderful Gwendil fun with each other.
Torvines was also naked on the bed, excitedly rubbing himself with his hand as he watched the Gwendil sex up close, greatly enjoying the show.
Ynarana's eyes were rolled up cross eyed into the back of her forehead, her naked body writhing on the bed in ecstasy, as Sethelel buried her sexy face in Ynarana's juices, licking at the slippery wet mess wonderfully.
Ynarana made a series of unintelligible noises, twisting and contorting in the wonderful agony of orgasm, climaxing again and again without end, moaning for even more.
Ynarana gazed down with her orgasmic grimacing face at the slimy wet face of Sethelel between her legs, and moaned at Sethelel in gratitude for the wonderful pleasure she was inflicting.
Sethelel grinned into Ynarana's special place, and redoubled her assault with feverish energy, lips caressing and tongue probing at the yearning slippery flesh, making Ynarana gasp.
Ynarana squeaked in slight dismay as Sethelel's slender womanly fist suddenly pushed into her soaking wet womanhood, stretching Ynarana so much that it was nearly agony!
Ynarana moaned desperately as Sethelel's fist rhythmically penetrated her, stretching her savagely, but not injuring her!
The stretch was shockingly intense, and it was painful, but it was a good kind of pain, a pain that was pleasure.
Sethelel used the thumb tip of her free hand to rub Ynarana's clitoris as the fist invaded her depths, and Ynarana groaned hoarsely from this wonderful rubbing, the pleasure extreme.
Sethelel grinned and gently punched into Ynarana again and again, making Ynarana twist and convulse with pleasure, moaning her lungs out.
It felt SO good!
"Come for me Ynarana", Sethelel purred mischievously.
Ynarana nodded desperately and came hard, screaming with pleasure as her orgasm exploded inside her with perfect agonisingly intense bliss.
Sethelel pulled her wet fist from Ynarana's overwhelmed opening, and climbed on top of Ynarana, kissing her down into the bed.
"That was amazing", Torvines complimented huskily, still rubbing himself, and began to crawl over.
"Don't touch, only look", Sethelel warned without getting off Ynarana.
Torvines grabbed Sethelel's bottom despite this warning, and was forced to suddenly bring up his arms defensively to protect his face when she tried unsuccessfully to viciously slap him in retaliation.
"NO TOUCHING!", Sethelel snarled at him viciously.
"Do not hit me!", Torvines protested.
"Do you want to see even more Gwendil sex in your bed?", Sethelel asked him in a lecturing tone.
"I do", Torvines agreed hesitantly.
"Then drop your gripes and don't touch me", Sethelel warned him sternly.
Torvines was not pleased to be treated like this but hesitantly agreed, desiring these sexual pleasures greatly enough to not risk losing them over his pride.
"I will touch Ynarana then", Torvines said hesitantly.
"She is your wife after all", Sethelel agreed grudgingly.
Torvines repositioned Ynarana so that she was crawling on the bed on her hands and knees, and he came up behind her and penetrated her vagina with a grunt of comfort.
Sethelel repositioned herself so that she lay on her back with her vagina below Ynarana's face, and Ynarana lowered her face and shoulders right down so that she was kissing Sethelel's damp folds.
Ynarana's body jiggled as she was fucked hard from behind, and she hungrily made out with Sethelel's private parts, savagely horny right now.
Ynarana lapped the fluid out of the soft wet hole in front of her mouth with her tongue, making Sethelel groan and moan Ynarana's name, face contorted with pleasure.
Ynarana pressed her rear back into Torvines' hard thrusts, thrilling from the wonderful rub on her clitoris, enjoying that she couldn't see his male body and could pretend he was a woman with a strapped on implement of penetration, making her crazy horny.
"Ynarana!, Oh Ynarana!", Sethelel moaned desperately, and a tiny spatter of squirt sprayed Ynarana's face.
Ynarana grinned triumphantly and continued to inflict orgasms upon Sethelel until she could barely move, just a twitching sweaty spent orgasm machine.
Ynarana was generously well inseminated by this point from Torvines mounting her rear, and was also deeply satisfied from many orgasms.
The three sexually exhausted elves lay panting together on the bed, all covered in sweat and wonderfully fucked to satisfaction.
Ynarana glanced over at the candle clock, and nudged Sethelel warningly.
"Sun sets in just under half an hour, you had best get ready", Ynarana warned Sethelel.
Sethelel groaned unhappily and nodded, sitting up on the bed.
Ynarana was far too comfortable to move, and just lay beside her husband, utterly relaxed.
Sethelel miserably got up off the bed and washed herself clean with cool water on a rag, removing her sweat and pungent juices.
Sethelel then helped herself to Torvines and Ynarana's food from their small pantry cupboard, making off with a large slice of cheese, waving the cheese to them cheekily in between bites as she ate it.
Torvines chuckled at this adorable shameless theft, apparently so pleased from the Gwendil sex that he was willing to part with so much cheese.
Sethelel quickly got dressed, and bid them a good night.
Torvines reluctantly got up and threw on a dressing gown, and unbarred the door for Sethelel, letting her outside. The light was red-orange outside, sunset getting close, and Sethelel hurried off to reach the night shift watch towers before they closed their doors.
Torvines closed and barred the door after Sethelel, and turned towards Ynarana, stripping naked again and walking back to the bed.
Ynarana lay calmly as he lay beside her on the bed, and he didn't do anything to her, merely laying in comfort recovering from all the sex.
Ynarana and Torvines gradually cooled down, and Torvines ordered Ynarana to get up with him and eat something.
A simple meal of bread and cheese followed, with sadly only water to drink, and the husband and wife then bathed on a bathing area of the clean stone floor with wet rags and a barrel of bathing water.
The stone floor of the cool room was very clean and mostly flat, but it wasn't water tight, consisting of many flat stone slabs snuggly fitted together with paper thin cracks between the slabs with no mortar, letting water seep down the cracks and into the ground water. The cool room was located on a slightly elevated patch of land, so the water table never accumulated high enough to flood the sunken floor with groundwater. It was very well placed.
Torvines looked around the home, noticing the blood stains on the walls from Nari's earlier presence on the plantation, frowning slightly.
"This home is pretty filthy, this looks like a job for my bound bride", Torvines told her with a grin.
Ynarana gave him a filthy look, but nodded reluctantly.
Ynarana was hard at work with a bucket of water and a scrubbing brush and rag not long later, scrubbing the walls with all her might in the nude, as Torvines sat comfortably naked on a chair watching her clean.
"Thank you for making me clean", Ynarana told Torvines glumly.
"I thought that you promised that you wouldn't make me clean as your bound bride?", Ynarana asked Torvines unhappily as an afterthought as she scrubbed.
"Well if we had a house slave of our own I would let the slave do the cleaning, but we don't have one, and this place is filthy", Torvines explained fondly.
"Can we get a house slave then?", Ynarana asked hopefully.
"We certainly won't be getting one tonight", Torvines informed her.
"I know not tonight, but can we get one?", Ynarana asked hopefully
"If you behave really well, and try really hard to be a good bound bride, then I will THINK about getting one", Torvines offered sternly.
"Thank you thank you thank you!", Ynarana exclaimed excitedly.
"NOT an expensive one, a very economical one", Torvines added.
Ynarana nodded excitedly.
"But you have to behave yourself", Torvines warned.
"I will", Ynarana agreed excitedly.
"No more complaining and grumbling", Torvines warned.
"I will try my best", Ynarana hedged.
"Your best?", Torvines asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I can't always help complaining, but I will try my best", Ynarana promised.
"Your best had better be REALLY good if you want a house slave", Torvines warned.
Ynarana nodded excitedly in agreement.
"Ynarana, a house slave is very expensive, having you do all the chores costs nothing. I'm not going to get one unless you really earn it", Torvines warned.
Ynarana agreed happily.
"I'm just being nice even offering, I don't have to do this", Torvines pressed sternly.
Ynarana happily thanked him, and redoubled her efforts to clean the walls.
A little bit later, when Torvines had generously decided Ynarana had cleaned enough for one night, (despite the fact that the walls were still far from fully clean), Ynarana was tied down to the bed in her bride binding. Even in her bride binding Ynarana was still talking happily to Torvines about getting her very own house slave.
"Your enthusiasm is adorable", Torvines said fondly.
"I have wanted my own house slave to do all my chores for me ever since I was a young girl, my family could never afford a dedicated house slave to spare us children from doing home chores. My family only ever had the half dead work slaves that we used in the tannery, but they were too filthy to even bring in the home to do any chores", Ynarana explained happily.
"Yuck, yes tannery slaves do not belong inside a home, that would be revolting!", Torvines chuckled, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Even us children were barely able to be cleaned enough after work to come inside the home back when we worked with the slaves, it was disgusting", Ynarana admitted with a nostalgic chuckle.
"You came home covered in shit?", Torvines asked disgustedly.
"Yep, dog shit, cow shit, man shit, elf shit, all sorts of shit. Also the reeking rotten fat we scraped off the hides. We stank to high hell", Ynarana giggled.
"Is it even hygienic for me to touch you now?", Torvines asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's been a while now since I was last in a tannery, I think it has all completely washed out of my skin by now", Ynarana shrugged as well as she could while bound spread eagle.
"Yes, I suppose so. You stink nothing like your parents", Torvines allowed.
"They can't help their smell, they still work in a leather tannery", Ynarana explained.
"I vaguely remember that you also stank a bit when you first arrived at the plantation", Torvines chuckled.
"I actually had scrubbed myself raw before coming here to try to remove the smell", Ynarana admitted sadly.
"Oh, well it seems to have completely scrubbed out now", Torvines offered.
"I'm glad it finally did, it used to badly effect my sex life back in Clar Karond", Ynarana chuckled.
"Your sex life with Gwendils?", Torvines asked.
"Yes with Gwendils, they often complained that I smelled. I still got quite a bit of vagina in Clar Karond, but mostly only with women who worked in similar smelly industries", Ynarana giggled.
"Is the Gwendil, ah, community, very large in Clar Karond?", Torvines asked curiously.
"It's big enough for me at least, I couldn't really guess the exact number as we all took pains to protect ourselves from exposure, and were secretive even to each other about such matters. We don't want to be tortured for information into betraying the others, so we make sure that we know only of those Gwendils we have some contact with, so that the entire community doesn't get exposed if one of us gets caught and cracks under torture", Ynarana explained seriously.
"How do Gwendils even find each other if there is so much secrecy?", Torvines asked curiously.
"Well, everyone has a different story of how they found the community, and some I assume remain alone and isolated their entire lives, but if a very young Gwendil is noticed as showing signs of being a Gwendil, certain very predatory older Gwendils will befriend them to take sexual advantage of us", Ynarana began.
"What?!", Torvines spat disgustedly.
"I was barely an adolescent when an old Gwendil noticed me, she took sexual advantage of me…", Ynarana began.
Torvines looked absolutely furious, sitting up in bed now.
"So that is why you told my mother that you had been sexually abused as a child?", Torvines figured out.
"Yes, I was exploited for sex by a Gwendil as an adolescent", Ynarana admitted painfully.
"Did you tell your parents and have the vile woman punished?!", Torvines exclaimed angrily.
"No of course not. I was a Gwendil too. I NEEDED this woman who abused me, she was the one who introduced me to the Gwendil community!", Ynarana explained adamantly, getting upset from this memory.
"Tell me the whole story", Torvines demanded angrily, but not angry at Ynarana.
"I won't tell you her name, my parents know her, please don't repeat any of this", Ynarana fretted.
"You don't have to tell me her name, not yet at least. By Khaine I want to run my spear through this woman though!", Torvines raged.
Ynarana sighed, and recounted the entire sad story of how the elderly Gwendil Nilla Hahortash had identified Ynarana as a Gwendil, befriended her, earned her trust, and then took years of ruthless sexual advantage of Ynarana in return for giving her access to the larger Gwendil community.
Torvines was utterly disgusted and outraged by this story of sexual exploitation of a minor, and wanted to kill Nilla on the spot, (Ynarana had not mentioned Nilla's name of course).
"Your anger on my behalf is deeply touching, but it is misplaced. Young Gwendils NEED these elderly predators so they can SURVIVE, we are as good as dead if we are isolated from the support of our community. These predatory Gwendils are our gateway into the Gwendil community", Ynarana explained adamantly.
"Surely there is a way that these vulnerable young girls could be identified and taken in without this hideous exploitation!", Torvines spat with disgust.
"It takes a long time to build up the trust of a scared isolated young Gwendil enough to even approach her without spooking her. Most of us established adult Gwendils just can't afford that sort of time investment. The predators put in this extreme time and effort because the reward is a plaything to have sex with for years, it is a worthwhile investment for them", Ynarana explained sadly.
"That's horrible that my own wife had to suffer such abuse. It makes me so angry", Torvines told her.
Ynarana felt strangely touched by this concern, he was completely serious.
"The predators are not popular, but we are always sure to maintain contact with them so that we can make contact with any new young Gwendils they acquire. The predators are a necessary evil to bring in a steady stream of new young Gwendils", Ynarana explained to Torvines seriously.
"They sound like slavers", Torvines noted darkly.
"In some ways that is exactly what they are like, but they remain the easiest way for a young Gwendil to find her way into the community. The elderly Gwendil who "recruited" me has "recruited" many besides me, and will "recruit" many more in the future. They provide a necessary service to Gwendil-kind", Ynarana insisted sadly.
"Your life has been very cruel", Torvines told her sympathetically.
Ynarana suddenly had unexpected tears in her eyes, she just couldn't seem to stop crying.
"Ynarana", Torvines soothed her tenderly, wiping away her tears with a rag.
"It has been, my life, so wretchedly cruel", Ynarana sobbed, some inner gate in her heart opened up, letting out a flood of tears that she couldn't seem to stop.
Torvines soothed her flood of tears, wiping them dry and making soothing noises, cuddling her bound body reassuringly.
Ynarana had a long cry, recounting the years of systematic sexual abuse Nilla had inflicted upon her, sobbing uncontrollably as she got these toxic horrible secrets out of her heart.
Ynarana talked long into the night about these horrible memories that had scarred her heart, and Torvines listened attentively, wiping away her every tear, scratching her every itch for her, cuddling her bound body comfortingly.
Torvines didn't sexually touch her this entire time, and even pulled the bedcovers over her all the way to her neck to cover her naked body, making her feel more comfortable opening up about her sexual abuse. Ynarana felt surprisingly safe even in her bride binding, she felt like nothing could hurt her right now.
When it became so late that they had no choice but to sleep, Torvines ended this conversation about Ynarana's secrets. She felt like a great burden had fallen off her heart, she felt a little less toxic and a little more joyful.
Ynarana was smiling with a deep feeling of joy as she was briefly untied to use the chamber pot before sleep, and she was still smiling happily when she was tied down to the bed again, feeling wonderful in her heart.
Torvines kissed her goodnight, and they went to sleep, Ynarana not fucked or tormented even once in her bride binding the entire night, (not counting the quasi-threesome with Sethelel).
Ynarana fell into a deeply contented sleep with a smile on her face, feeling such profound joy.
Being a bound bride could be absolutely lovely!
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