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Here is my newest chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it.
♥
Sera.
An ominous whisper in the darkness. The light of the full moon only dimly illuminated the dark chamber through a narrow hatch in which the young girl slept on several layered furs. Comfort was alien to the servants of Blackwater Castle; their lord, the ruler of these harsh lands, did not care whether they were well or not. According to Trálír the Elder, a roof over their heads and some food should be enough for the human rabble.
Seraaa...
A deep sigh, the slow opening of drowsy eyes and a moment to realise where she was.
It took Sera a few moments to recognise the familiar shadows of her small chamber in the darkness. The outline of the old wooden stool, a narrow table whose front left leg was too short so that it always stood at an angle.
A plate, a cup and a tin knife next to a thick wax candle, next to an old box in which she stored the few clothes she owned. These were all her possessions. She had the few coins she received from the bailiff at the end of every third Tenday sent to her family immediately. There was a messenger at the castle who distributed the servants' earnings to the families in the neighbouring courtyards.
Teárlach's gold coin was still in the healer's house. After she had been treated by Anwyn, she was allowed to look after her donkey and the little goat. Sera felt transported back to her childhood and forgot for a while all the suffering she had experienced at Teárlach's hands. It was just her and the animals, nothing else. It was only when Conall called her name and signalled that they would return to the castle that everything came flooding back to Sera. She said goodbye to the healer and allowed her to take her in her arms and stroke her back reassuringly. There was sadness in her eyes as the young herb woman parted from her.
When they arrived at the castle, Conall bent down to her and asked her to accompany him. Uncertain, she followed him and entered the small house in the forecourt of the castle that he shared with his wife and child.
She sat silently on a stool while Conall handed his wife a letter which she read.
The half-elf finally turned to Sera and asked for the herbs and further instructions on how to use them. They decided together that they would retire to Sera's chamber the next evening after her service to perform the abortion.
To explain Sera's absence, Conall's wife invented a severe fever and would also take over the kitchen maid's duties so that she wouldn't get into trouble while she took the time to induce abortion.
It had been a painful few days, strong cramps that made Sera feel like her body would tear apart in the next second, a burning fever that made her see unrecognisable shadows, senseless words that slipped from her pale lips and all the blood that flowed out of her and made the fruit in her womb slide out. More cramps, unbearable pain, blood and more blood, the feeling of fading, of approaching darkness, of losing herself.
After three days, Sera returned to reality, weakened, broken.
Conall's wife urgently advised Sera to rest for a few more days or at least not to carry any heavy loads, but the young kitchen maid did everything as before so that no one could even suspect what she had been forced to do.
Nevertheless, she felt the stares at her back when she entered a room and sometimes the whispering of those present stopped abruptly and everyone turned back to their work. The only one with a knowing smile on her lips was a pretty half-elf with long red hair. Sera didn't know her name, as she was in charge of cleaning the chambers, but her throat tightened when she glanced over Sera's body as if she knew what had happened.
Sera yawned and stretched her arms to loosen the muscles when she suddenly touched something soft and warm. Startled, she flinched and recognised the glow of yellow eyes in the darkness. She wanted to scream, to scream for her life, when his hand pressed over her mouth and a quick movement with the other hand pinned her wrists above her head.
"Ssshhh, Love. Don't be scared. I won't do anything to you when you promise me to behave."
Sera stared fearfully at the high elf with widened eyes.
‘Do you promise?’ he asked and Sera nodded in panic.
Teárlach smiled coldly as he took his hand from her mouth and placed it between her breasts to feel her racing heart under his fingers. The thin fabric was barely a barrier between his hand and her bare skin.
„And you promise to be a good girl, Sera?“
‘Yes, master.’ Her voice was barely audible.
Teárlach leaned forward slowly so that his face was only a few handbreadths away from hers.
‘Things have come to my ears,’ Teárlach began, his gaze burning into her blue eyes.
By the gods, please help me, Sera thought and her body began to tremble, which Teárlach noticed with a raised eyebrow. He smirked.
"Oh, little Love. The gods won't help you. I am the only one who decides about you and your miserable little existence. So tell me, are the words that have come to my ears true?"
‘What ... what words?’ Sera asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty as hot tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
Teárlach laughed.
"Really? You really want to claim you have no idea what I'm talking about, child? Don't act more stupid than you are," he snarled. "I'll give you another chance. Be smart enough to take it, you want to spare yourself my punishment, be sure of that."
Sera began to cry.
‘Speak!’ the highelf ordered.
‘I bore your fruit,’ she replied, sobbing. ‘And ... and ... I lost it.’
Teárlach clicked his tongue contemptuously.
The smile that followed was neither gentle nor full of pity, no ... his malicious smile intensified the sadistic pleasure in his yellow eyes.
"Poor little girl, still in the need of lying to me? Didn't you promise to behave?" Sera's stomach clenched in fear at his words. ‘Isn't it more like you made sure to lose my fruit in your womb?’
‘I... I thought you wouldn't want a child.’
"Oh, you are right about that, my dear. But I don't like the fact that you decided to get rid of my fruit. It would have been such an event."
Teárlach's fingers slid down the fabric of her nightdress to her belly and increased the pressure as they reached her pubis. An agonised moan escaped Sera's lips, an endless stream of tears slid down her cheeks and wet the fur that lay beneath her head.
"It would have been such a magical night, you lying naked on my altar, your thighs spread, your body trembling in anticipation of my sprout sliding out of you. I would receive your blood with open hands, feast on it, praise it and offer our common flesh to the dark forces."
The tip of Teárlach's tongue licked his lips with relish, his smile full of dark desires.
‘You foolish child have no idea how powerful blood can be.’ He shook his head almost pityingly. ‘And how much power this bastard would have given me if it had slipped into my hands and I had offered it up piece by piece.’
Sera gasped in shock, staring at Teárlach with panic filled blue eyes.
‘That means...’ Teárlach pressed his thumb against Sera's mound covered with the fabric of her nightdress. She groaned in agony.
„I will fuck another bastard in your pretty, tight cunt.“
Sera screamed which was music to Teárlach ears as he ripped the nightgown, spread her legs brutally with his hand und glided into her with one, single thrust.
Thick tears welled up under Sera's closed eyelids and slid down her cheeks as she felt Teárlach pour himself into her with a few brutal thrusts and collapse on top of her, breathing heavily. His head sank into the hollow between Sera's neck and shoulder and she felt his hot breath on her skin. Sera felt relief because when he had reached his climax, usually her agony was coming to an end. Normally he slipped out of her without another word and left the chamber or wherever he forced himself on her.
Sera was no longer a human, a young woman, a living being. Tearlach had degraded her to nothing more than a dirty piece of cloth that was used to wipe the dirt from a body and then thrown to the floor.
She had stopped counting how many times he had bitten her during the act, how many times his fingers had pressed painfully into her flesh as if he wanted everyone to see that she was his. He did nothing but mark her, make her his property. Sometimes he beat her, feasting on her when she desperately tried not to cry and hold back her tears. A dark desire seemed to fill him when he hit her so hard that she began to bleed, because at such moments he lost control completely. His thrusts became uncontrolled, feral, it was as if something dark inside him was crawling out of the shadows and taking over.
Sera waited for Teárlach to slip out of her, to rise up, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes carefully and looked directly into his eyes. Startled, she flinched as an amused grin appeared on his face.
‘And now you're going to tell me who helped you with the abortion.’
Sera's eyes widened with fear and she replied quietly: "No one. I did it on my own."
Teárlach raised a dark eyebrow in surprise.
"Is that so?" he asked, a threatening undertone in his voice, and Sera hurried to nod in confirmation.
"To perform an abortion and survive you must have a certain amount of knowledge, Love. Even if you are of extraordinary beauty, Sera, you are no more than an ordinary kitchen maid who can decipher a few words with difficulty. You cannot have acquired this knowledge. And now tell me, who helped you?"
‘No one,’ Sera repeated anxiously and Teárlach sighed in frustration.
‘I wanted to give you the chance to simply trust me, but something inside you seems to want me to cause you pain.’
Teárlach's hand shot out, wrapped around Sera's neck and squeezed. In the heat of the moment, Sera grabbed his wrist with her hands and desperately tried to free herself.
‘Tell me who helped you,’ Teárlach growled through clenched teeth, a dangerous fire glowing in his amber-coloured eyes.
‘No,’ Sera replied, gasping.
‘No? NO?’ Teárlach began to laugh. "Very well, if that's all you want. There are other options for me."
Sera tried to swallow but Teárlach's hard grip on her neck made it impossible.
"I could think of several methods that would be anything but pleasant for you to make you talk. Be it a dagger or perhaps two to open your skin with a long and precise cut to let me feast on your insides? Or perhaps we want to test how long it takes you to lose your breath when a rope presses into the tender flesh of your neck while I tighten it?"
Sera whimpered in fear.
‘But there is something even worse than what I could do to you physically,’ Teárlach whispered and the corners of his mouth twisted into a cold smile. "We elves have the great gift of being able to look into the mind of another. You can deny me your words, Sera. You could cut off your tongue so that you never have to betray anyone and yet it only takes a split second and I can see everything in you. Everything you want to hide from me will open up to my gaze. There are no secrets from me."
‘No, no, no, no,’ Sera screamed and tried to pull away from Teárlach in a panic, but his grip on her neck was firm and his body pressed hers into the furs, making it impossible for the girl to escape.
She sobbed when she saw how he closed his eyes, but how the eyeballs moved back and forth under the closed lids, how his face showed that he was reading her thoughts.
Sera felt Teárlach violently invade her mind. She couldn't find the words to describe this feeling, but it was like a violent intrusion into her inner self. She felt him digging through her memories, seeing her as a child, examining her family, sensing feelings and memories and she felt his physical arousal as he saw himself pushing her against the wall for the first time and forcing himself on her.
Gods, please help me, Sera thought desperately and a stream of tears slid over her cheeks. She heard Teárlach chuckle.
‘I already told you the gods won't help you,’ he whispered in a voice of pleasure at her ear, pushing through the branches of her memories.
‘Ah, I see.’
He laughed softly. "You left the castle in a horse and cart with two half-elves. Are they also from the castle, do they work and live here in the castle courtyard? Are they known to me and should I perhaps punish them for helping you?"
‘No, no,’ Sera croaked, realising at the same time how hopeless her words were.
She squeezed her eyelids shut and hoped desperately that Teárlach would not see any more of Conall, his wife and Ulthred in order to protect them. Deep down, she suspected that her attempt would be in vain and an unbearable fear filled Sera. She felt Teárlach's interest turn away from the half-elves and he continued to wind his way through her memories like a snake.
"On one side the sea and on the next the impenetrable forest with all its secrets. It seems that the path to this healer took some time,’ Teárlach continued mercilessly. "I see a house, poor, almost as if it would collapse with the next gust of wind, built on a narrow strip of land between the sea and the forest, literally torn from nature. And almost unrecognisable when you ride right up to it."
Sera groaned in agony.
‘A drying rack?’ Teárlach asked in surprise, so close to her face that she could feel his breath on her skin. "A fisherman's hut? You went to a fisherman?"
She felt how he continued to slowly and steadily drill through her memories. ‘A woman!’ Terlach gasped in surprise and Sera's heart stopped beating for a moment. ‘Is she the healer you came to see, Sera?’ There was interest in the high elf's dark voice. ‘Let me see more!’
Another sob slipped from Sera's lips, knowing that she could not resist his command. "Long, brown curly hair, a slender figure. I imagine she is a beauty. Show me more, Sera. Show me what the healer looks like."
There was excitement in Teárlach's words. "She is remarkably young, perhaps a year or two older than you. And of extraordinary beauty. Her eyes remind me of a young fawn, unaware that it will soon be led to the slaughter. So unsuspecting."
His grip on Sera's neck loosened and he placed his hand on her cheek, like a tender gesture between two lovers. Sera's stomach tightened painfully in disgust.
"Full lips, ready to be lavish. And freckles speckling her pretty skin. Charming. Surprisingly, she's not an old hag, but a young woman."
Slowly and tantalisingly, Teárlach let the tip of his tongue glide over Sera's tear-stained cheek, feasting on her tears.
‘I'm sure she would also enjoy getting to know me in a more intense way,’ he whispered, his voice filled with lust.
‘No, by the gods, no,’ Sera gasped and shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.
Teárlach grinned devilishly.
‘Don't do this, please, I beg you,’ Sera sobbed and put her hands on his shoulders. She had to overcome all her disgust and force herself to make the gesture. Teárlach raised a dark eyebrow in surprise, his amber-coloured eyes glistening with pleasure.
"Oh Love, you don't want to share me? That is kinda cute but I am always eager to fuck a pretty, tight cunt. And she looks like she would enjoy it a lot."
"No, please, don't do that to her. I'll do anything ... anything you ask for, anything you want,’ Sera sobbed, trying to stop the constant stream of tears. She forced a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes because the look in her blue eyes was filled with pain.
"Do you realise that your promise to me can mean anything? That I can do whatever I want with you?"
Sera nodded trembling.
Teárlach smiled, suddenly grabbed the young girl by the shoulder and turned her onto her belly in one fluid movement. His hand on the back of her neck, he pressed her face to the fur and penetrated her unprepared with a single, violent thrust. Sera's screams were muffled by the fur in front of her face.
Here is my newest chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it.
♥
Sera.
An ominous whisper in the darkness. The light of the full moon only dimly illuminated the dark chamber through a narrow hatch in which the young girl slept on several layered furs. Comfort was alien to the servants of Blackwater Castle; their lord, the ruler of these harsh lands, did not care whether they were well or not. According to Trálír the Elder, a roof over their heads and some food should be enough for the human rabble.
Seraaa...
A deep sigh, the slow opening of drowsy eyes and a moment to realise where she was.
It took Sera a few moments to recognise the familiar shadows of her small chamber in the darkness. The outline of the old wooden stool, a narrow table whose front left leg was too short so that it always stood at an angle.
A plate, a cup and a tin knife next to a thick wax candle, next to an old box in which she stored the few clothes she owned. These were all her possessions. She had the few coins she received from the bailiff at the end of every third Tenday sent to her family immediately. There was a messenger at the castle who distributed the servants' earnings to the families in the neighbouring courtyards.
Teárlach's gold coin was still in the healer's house. After she had been treated by Anwyn, she was allowed to look after her donkey and the little goat. Sera felt transported back to her childhood and forgot for a while all the suffering she had experienced at Teárlach's hands. It was just her and the animals, nothing else. It was only when Conall called her name and signalled that they would return to the castle that everything came flooding back to Sera. She said goodbye to the healer and allowed her to take her in her arms and stroke her back reassuringly. There was sadness in her eyes as the young herb woman parted from her.
When they arrived at the castle, Conall bent down to her and asked her to accompany him. Uncertain, she followed him and entered the small house in the forecourt of the castle that he shared with his wife and child.
She sat silently on a stool while Conall handed his wife a letter which she read.
The half-elf finally turned to Sera and asked for the herbs and further instructions on how to use them. They decided together that they would retire to Sera's chamber the next evening after her service to perform the abortion.
To explain Sera's absence, Conall's wife invented a severe fever and would also take over the kitchen maid's duties so that she wouldn't get into trouble while she took the time to induce abortion.
It had been a painful few days, strong cramps that made Sera feel like her body would tear apart in the next second, a burning fever that made her see unrecognisable shadows, senseless words that slipped from her pale lips and all the blood that flowed out of her and made the fruit in her womb slide out. More cramps, unbearable pain, blood and more blood, the feeling of fading, of approaching darkness, of losing herself.
After three days, Sera returned to reality, weakened, broken.
Conall's wife urgently advised Sera to rest for a few more days or at least not to carry any heavy loads, but the young kitchen maid did everything as before so that no one could even suspect what she had been forced to do.
Nevertheless, she felt the stares at her back when she entered a room and sometimes the whispering of those present stopped abruptly and everyone turned back to their work. The only one with a knowing smile on her lips was a pretty half-elf with long red hair. Sera didn't know her name, as she was in charge of cleaning the chambers, but her throat tightened when she glanced over Sera's body as if she knew what had happened.
Sera yawned and stretched her arms to loosen the muscles when she suddenly touched something soft and warm. Startled, she flinched and recognised the glow of yellow eyes in the darkness. She wanted to scream, to scream for her life, when his hand pressed over her mouth and a quick movement with the other hand pinned her wrists above her head.
"Ssshhh, Love. Don't be scared. I won't do anything to you when you promise me to behave."
Sera stared fearfully at the high elf with widened eyes.
‘Do you promise?’ he asked and Sera nodded in panic.
Teárlach smiled coldly as he took his hand from her mouth and placed it between her breasts to feel her racing heart under his fingers. The thin fabric was barely a barrier between his hand and her bare skin.
„And you promise to be a good girl, Sera?“
‘Yes, master.’ Her voice was barely audible.
Teárlach leaned forward slowly so that his face was only a few handbreadths away from hers.
‘Things have come to my ears,’ Teárlach began, his gaze burning into her blue eyes.
By the gods, please help me, Sera thought and her body began to tremble, which Teárlach noticed with a raised eyebrow. He smirked.
"Oh, little Love. The gods won't help you. I am the only one who decides about you and your miserable little existence. So tell me, are the words that have come to my ears true?"
‘What ... what words?’ Sera asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty as hot tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
Teárlach laughed.
"Really? You really want to claim you have no idea what I'm talking about, child? Don't act more stupid than you are," he snarled. "I'll give you another chance. Be smart enough to take it, you want to spare yourself my punishment, be sure of that."
Sera began to cry.
‘Speak!’ the highelf ordered.
‘I bore your fruit,’ she replied, sobbing. ‘And ... and ... I lost it.’
Teárlach clicked his tongue contemptuously.
The smile that followed was neither gentle nor full of pity, no ... his malicious smile intensified the sadistic pleasure in his yellow eyes.
"Poor little girl, still in the need of lying to me? Didn't you promise to behave?" Sera's stomach clenched in fear at his words. ‘Isn't it more like you made sure to lose my fruit in your womb?’
‘I... I thought you wouldn't want a child.’
"Oh, you are right about that, my dear. But I don't like the fact that you decided to get rid of my fruit. It would have been such an event."
Teárlach's fingers slid down the fabric of her nightdress to her belly and increased the pressure as they reached her pubis. An agonised moan escaped Sera's lips, an endless stream of tears slid down her cheeks and wet the fur that lay beneath her head.
"It would have been such a magical night, you lying naked on my altar, your thighs spread, your body trembling in anticipation of my sprout sliding out of you. I would receive your blood with open hands, feast on it, praise it and offer our common flesh to the dark forces."
The tip of Teárlach's tongue licked his lips with relish, his smile full of dark desires.
‘You foolish child have no idea how powerful blood can be.’ He shook his head almost pityingly. ‘And how much power this bastard would have given me if it had slipped into my hands and I had offered it up piece by piece.’
Sera gasped in shock, staring at Teárlach with panic filled blue eyes.
‘That means...’ Teárlach pressed his thumb against Sera's mound covered with the fabric of her nightdress. She groaned in agony.
„I will fuck another bastard in your pretty, tight cunt.“
Sera screamed which was music to Teárlach ears as he ripped the nightgown, spread her legs brutally with his hand und glided into her with one, single thrust.
Thick tears welled up under Sera's closed eyelids and slid down her cheeks as she felt Teárlach pour himself into her with a few brutal thrusts and collapse on top of her, breathing heavily. His head sank into the hollow between Sera's neck and shoulder and she felt his hot breath on her skin. Sera felt relief because when he had reached his climax, usually her agony was coming to an end. Normally he slipped out of her without another word and left the chamber or wherever he forced himself on her.
Sera was no longer a human, a young woman, a living being. Tearlach had degraded her to nothing more than a dirty piece of cloth that was used to wipe the dirt from a body and then thrown to the floor.
She had stopped counting how many times he had bitten her during the act, how many times his fingers had pressed painfully into her flesh as if he wanted everyone to see that she was his. He did nothing but mark her, make her his property. Sometimes he beat her, feasting on her when she desperately tried not to cry and hold back her tears. A dark desire seemed to fill him when he hit her so hard that she began to bleed, because at such moments he lost control completely. His thrusts became uncontrolled, feral, it was as if something dark inside him was crawling out of the shadows and taking over.
Sera waited for Teárlach to slip out of her, to rise up, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes carefully and looked directly into his eyes. Startled, she flinched as an amused grin appeared on his face.
‘And now you're going to tell me who helped you with the abortion.’
Sera's eyes widened with fear and she replied quietly: "No one. I did it on my own."
Teárlach raised a dark eyebrow in surprise.
"Is that so?" he asked, a threatening undertone in his voice, and Sera hurried to nod in confirmation.
"To perform an abortion and survive you must have a certain amount of knowledge, Love. Even if you are of extraordinary beauty, Sera, you are no more than an ordinary kitchen maid who can decipher a few words with difficulty. You cannot have acquired this knowledge. And now tell me, who helped you?"
‘No one,’ Sera repeated anxiously and Teárlach sighed in frustration.
‘I wanted to give you the chance to simply trust me, but something inside you seems to want me to cause you pain.’
Teárlach's hand shot out, wrapped around Sera's neck and squeezed. In the heat of the moment, Sera grabbed his wrist with her hands and desperately tried to free herself.
‘Tell me who helped you,’ Teárlach growled through clenched teeth, a dangerous fire glowing in his amber-coloured eyes.
‘No,’ Sera replied, gasping.
‘No? NO?’ Teárlach began to laugh. "Very well, if that's all you want. There are other options for me."
Sera tried to swallow but Teárlach's hard grip on her neck made it impossible.
"I could think of several methods that would be anything but pleasant for you to make you talk. Be it a dagger or perhaps two to open your skin with a long and precise cut to let me feast on your insides? Or perhaps we want to test how long it takes you to lose your breath when a rope presses into the tender flesh of your neck while I tighten it?"
Sera whimpered in fear.
‘But there is something even worse than what I could do to you physically,’ Teárlach whispered and the corners of his mouth twisted into a cold smile. "We elves have the great gift of being able to look into the mind of another. You can deny me your words, Sera. You could cut off your tongue so that you never have to betray anyone and yet it only takes a split second and I can see everything in you. Everything you want to hide from me will open up to my gaze. There are no secrets from me."
‘No, no, no, no,’ Sera screamed and tried to pull away from Teárlach in a panic, but his grip on her neck was firm and his body pressed hers into the furs, making it impossible for the girl to escape.
She sobbed when she saw how he closed his eyes, but how the eyeballs moved back and forth under the closed lids, how his face showed that he was reading her thoughts.
Sera felt Teárlach violently invade her mind. She couldn't find the words to describe this feeling, but it was like a violent intrusion into her inner self. She felt him digging through her memories, seeing her as a child, examining her family, sensing feelings and memories and she felt his physical arousal as he saw himself pushing her against the wall for the first time and forcing himself on her.
Gods, please help me, Sera thought desperately and a stream of tears slid over her cheeks. She heard Teárlach chuckle.
‘I already told you the gods won't help you,’ he whispered in a voice of pleasure at her ear, pushing through the branches of her memories.
‘Ah, I see.’
He laughed softly. "You left the castle in a horse and cart with two half-elves. Are they also from the castle, do they work and live here in the castle courtyard? Are they known to me and should I perhaps punish them for helping you?"
‘No, no,’ Sera croaked, realising at the same time how hopeless her words were.
She squeezed her eyelids shut and hoped desperately that Teárlach would not see any more of Conall, his wife and Ulthred in order to protect them. Deep down, she suspected that her attempt would be in vain and an unbearable fear filled Sera. She felt Teárlach's interest turn away from the half-elves and he continued to wind his way through her memories like a snake.
"On one side the sea and on the next the impenetrable forest with all its secrets. It seems that the path to this healer took some time,’ Teárlach continued mercilessly. "I see a house, poor, almost as if it would collapse with the next gust of wind, built on a narrow strip of land between the sea and the forest, literally torn from nature. And almost unrecognisable when you ride right up to it."
Sera groaned in agony.
‘A drying rack?’ Teárlach asked in surprise, so close to her face that she could feel his breath on her skin. "A fisherman's hut? You went to a fisherman?"
She felt how he continued to slowly and steadily drill through her memories. ‘A woman!’ Terlach gasped in surprise and Sera's heart stopped beating for a moment. ‘Is she the healer you came to see, Sera?’ There was interest in the high elf's dark voice. ‘Let me see more!’
Another sob slipped from Sera's lips, knowing that she could not resist his command. "Long, brown curly hair, a slender figure. I imagine she is a beauty. Show me more, Sera. Show me what the healer looks like."
There was excitement in Teárlach's words. "She is remarkably young, perhaps a year or two older than you. And of extraordinary beauty. Her eyes remind me of a young fawn, unaware that it will soon be led to the slaughter. So unsuspecting."
His grip on Sera's neck loosened and he placed his hand on her cheek, like a tender gesture between two lovers. Sera's stomach tightened painfully in disgust.
"Full lips, ready to be lavish. And freckles speckling her pretty skin. Charming. Surprisingly, she's not an old hag, but a young woman."
Slowly and tantalisingly, Teárlach let the tip of his tongue glide over Sera's tear-stained cheek, feasting on her tears.
‘I'm sure she would also enjoy getting to know me in a more intense way,’ he whispered, his voice filled with lust.
‘No, by the gods, no,’ Sera gasped and shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.
Teárlach grinned devilishly.
‘Don't do this, please, I beg you,’ Sera sobbed and put her hands on his shoulders. She had to overcome all her disgust and force herself to make the gesture. Teárlach raised a dark eyebrow in surprise, his amber-coloured eyes glistening with pleasure.
"Oh Love, you don't want to share me? That is kinda cute but I am always eager to fuck a pretty, tight cunt. And she looks like she would enjoy it a lot."
"No, please, don't do that to her. I'll do anything ... anything you ask for, anything you want,’ Sera sobbed, trying to stop the constant stream of tears. She forced a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes because the look in her blue eyes was filled with pain.
"Do you realise that your promise to me can mean anything? That I can do whatever I want with you?"
Sera nodded trembling.
Teárlach smiled, suddenly grabbed the young girl by the shoulder and turned her onto her belly in one fluid movement. His hand on the back of her neck, he pressed her face to the fur and penetrated her unprepared with a single, violent thrust. Sera's screams were muffled by the fur in front of her face.
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