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Sharing: The Mistress of the Shadowland; The next Chapter
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The cold and icy season was not far off and Teárlach suspected that the long months would make him a prisoner of Blackwater Castle, locked inside the high walls, unable to leave when all paths to the outside were icy or hidden under meters of snow.
Months of idleness would lie ahead of him, dark days of boredom that would either drive him into the library or - unseen by the elves and half-elves who lived in the castle or its courtyard - lead him down into the dark secrets of the hidden chamber.
Of course, he was interested in all the dark mysteries that might open up to him and the knowledge he would acquire. Nevertheless, the winters in the Blackwater Lands were harsh and hard to bear.
And since he still wanted to make the most of every day by leaving the castle whenever he wanted, he and three soldiers under his father's command had taken to the forest and gone hunting in the last two Tendays. A full larder was always an advantage and he and his men had been steadily filling it. As dawn broke, Teárlach and the soldiers left the castle and rode into the forest until they found a clearing where they dismounted their horses and prepared for the hunt. One soldier stayed behind to watch over the horses while his master and companions went deeper into the forest. At midday they returned to the clearing, carrying the prey they had found on their shoulders. They had mostly killed various game such as roe deer, fallow deer or red deer. Rabbits, martens and the odd fox had also lost their lives.
Teárlach would have loved to kill one or more bears, but they were hidden deep in the forest and most of them had probably already retreated into a cave to hibernate. Perhaps he would be able to kill a few more boars? They were tough and dangerous opponents, death was always at your back in a fight with a wild boar and many a soldier or hunter had lost his life in battle with this beast.
Before winter would break over the land, Teárlach wanted to have killed at least one boar or bear. Perhaps he should explore the forest to the east today? Most of the time his path had led west, deeper into the woods, closer to the villages where the wood elves lived. Rarely did it lead him south, but even more rarely to the east, as the forests there also became darker and denser and there were only a few bays and even fewer small villages to explore.
But perhaps I should try my luck there today? Teárlach thought and reached for the tankard of spicy ale, which he emptied in a few gulps. He leaned back a little on the uncomfortable wooden chair and let his gaze wander over the small inn, which was filled with a few tables and chairs. It was shortly after lunchtime and most of the guests had left the tavern again, having returned to their daily work. He was the last guest in the tavern, sitting in the corner, his cloak still around his shoulders, the hood on his head so that one could not recognize at first glance that he was an elf. His clothes were simple for his needs, linen in dark colors that made him seem inconspicuous in the forest. The village had given itself the name “At the Great Oak”, but even though Teárlach had stopped here in the past, he hadn't really noticed this named great oak in the village. Perhaps this large oak tree also existed nearby or perhaps the inhabitants had come up with this name. What did he care? He reached for his coin pouch, opened it and put a few copper coins on the table for the beer he had drunk and the meal that had consisted of Boar Bacon, Mystra Gold Cheese, Redruth Goat Cheese and Maztica Tomatoes.
He held the two silver coins he then reached for between his fingers as he propped his arm on the table and gave the innkeeper's daughter, who was standing behind the counter, a smug grin which she returned with a cheeky wink.
She had told him her name, but Teárlach didn't care as long as he could press his cock into the young woman's warm, moist heat every time he visited.
She knew nothing of his dark desires and Teárlach kept them to himself, but she was always ready for a quick, passionate fuck as soon as she had a moment's peace. She glanced over her shoulder at him, gesturing with her eyes to follow her, and the elf and she indulged their desires mostly in the dark of the pantry.
It was too bad the innkeeper's daughter wouldn't be spending the winter in the castle, Teárlach would have appreciated spending his nights close to her curvaceous, voluptuous body, his face hidden in her soft, plump breasts.
Instead, he now had to turn on the charm to lure a maid or two into his chambers. Khara had always been at his beck and call, enjoying the darker, pain-filled aspects of their union, but he had grown weary of her. As she was the one of the girls who shared his camp more often than many others, this had clearly gone to her head. And if there was one thing Teárlach could do without in his life, it was people who thought they had him under their control. This was as true for his father as it was for Khara, who thought her body was enough to keep Teárlach and her position safe.
When he realized that her shallow flirtations were an attempt to influence him, he had decided in the next moment that Khara's life had no further value for him. The allure of her beauty had faded, as had the desire to possess her.
As he forced himself on Sera every night and literally destroyed her for weeks, even months, with every meeting in which he claimed her body and soul, it was the perfect moment for him to get rid of them both in just one night. By killing the two women, he literally killed two birds with one stone.
He knew that no one suspected him of murder and even if they did, what could happen to him? He was the ruler's son. Yes, he was not the firstborn, not the heir, but he was far above everyone else in this castle and in this land. Perhaps his father would have scolded him, maybe he would have beaten him, but no real punishment was to be expected.
And perhaps it would secretly fill his father with some pride, for Teárlach knew that in his younger years, he too had paid no heed to whether his counterpart was willing to sleep with him or not.
Nevertheless, Teárlach did not want to draw unnecessary attention to himself by indulging his desires again, even if the thought of it made his loins tingle.
He would let some time pass before he could give in to this lust, would practice courting and charming the one or other half-elf, perhaps even a human woman, until they were completely at his will, had lost their heart and soul to the lies he would whisper to them in the light of the moon. He would speak of love, of the passion of both their bodies, of a future together. Everything the stupid women longed for from him.
The winter was long and dull, and Teárlach had no interest in being bored for weeks on end. And who knew if one or two playmates wouldn't be pleased if his fingers closed tightly around her neck, taking her breath away and the feeling of being completely at his mercy wouldn't excite her?
Perhaps a strong bite to the nipple, a little blood, would also ignite the passion in her body? He just needed a little time to capture the woman's heart, to lure her like a fly into a spider's web, until she had fallen for him and his words, his first tender kisses. Then it no longer mattered whether a blow, a bite or a cut with the knife into the tender, warm skin was against their will or not. At this point, they would already be completely under his influence.
A smile tugged at his lips as Teárlach imagined how easy it would be for him to escort these stupid young girls to their waiting misfortune.
Teárlach straightened up and left the tavern without another word, stepping out into the street and heading east. He paid no attention to the few villagers he saw on the streets or in the small courtyards of their houses.
They themselves only saw a slim and tall man whose face was hidden by the hood of his cloak. Perhaps a traveler who had found his way to this village? Or perhaps they could think that he was on the run from someone, that he was wanted for a crime and that was why he was so deep inside the Blackwater country. Faerún had many dangerous corners, it would be a good decision to retreat to places that were difficult to access - like the Blackwater Bay.
He liked the idea that the few people in the village thought Teárlach was a criminal. A wanted delinquent, perhaps even on the run for murder?
The villagers weren't even wrong; he wasn't wanted, but he had already had the pleasure of murder. And he had enjoyed every second of it.
Teárlach had now reached the end of the village and a narrow, uneven path led to the east. The dense forest opened up to his right, to his left the beach had wrested its territory from the forest and various plants such as farmer's mustard, bristle grass and broom heather grew on the uneven sand dunes.
Teárlach stopped for a moment and frowned. This landscape reminded him of something, but he couldn't think of what.
Well, it would come to him eventually, the high elf thought and shrugged his shoulders. He followed the path for a few dozen steps, then left it and looked for a way through the edge of the forest to get deeper into it.
As Teárlach made his way through the dense forest, he kept a close eye on his surroundings. On many tree trunks he saw different types of mushrooms that could still be harvested despite the already very cold nights and the morning mist, and he recognized porcini mushrooms, red caps and chestnuts, among others.
Apparently the lessons from the monks were good for something after all, Teárlach thought with amusement. Horse chestnuts and oaks were full of fruit, but he had not yet been able to find the “old, big oak” after which the village was named. Bellflowers, heather, stinging nettles and St. John's wort were in full bloom, densely packed on the trees, whose leaves were already turning every shade from deep red to golden yellow to deep brown.
It was almost as if the forest was on fire. From a distance, Teárlach heard the mighty roar of two stags, probably fighting each other for the status of top dog.
As the deer's roar faded, Teárlach paced the moss and leaf-covered ground, lost in thought, and paused as a bell-like laugh reached his ears. He raised an eyebrow questioningly and tried to find out where it was coming from.
There! A laugh, bright, coming from the south. His interest was immediately piqued. Who would be so deep in the forest? A woman apparently, the laughter was too bright and high-pitched to come from a man. What did she look like? And what had prompted her to go so deep into the forest, exposed to the danger of meeting a bear, a wolf, one or more goblins?
Well, he would soon find out as he slowly crept stealthily in the direction of her laughter.
The cold and icy season was not far off and Teárlach suspected that the long months would make him a prisoner of Blackwater Castle, locked inside the high walls, unable to leave when all paths to the outside were icy or hidden under meters of snow.
Months of idleness would lie ahead of him, dark days of boredom that would either drive him into the library or - unseen by the elves and half-elves who lived in the castle or its courtyard - lead him down into the dark secrets of the hidden chamber.
Of course, he was interested in all the dark mysteries that might open up to him and the knowledge he would acquire. Nevertheless, the winters in the Blackwater Lands were harsh and hard to bear.
And since he still wanted to make the most of every day by leaving the castle whenever he wanted, he and three soldiers under his father's command had taken to the forest and gone hunting in the last two Tendays. A full larder was always an advantage and he and his men had been steadily filling it. As dawn broke, Teárlach and the soldiers left the castle and rode into the forest until they found a clearing where they dismounted their horses and prepared for the hunt. One soldier stayed behind to watch over the horses while his master and companions went deeper into the forest. At midday they returned to the clearing, carrying the prey they had found on their shoulders. They had mostly killed various game such as roe deer, fallow deer or red deer. Rabbits, martens and the odd fox had also lost their lives.
Teárlach would have loved to kill one or more bears, but they were hidden deep in the forest and most of them had probably already retreated into a cave to hibernate. Perhaps he would be able to kill a few more boars? They were tough and dangerous opponents, death was always at your back in a fight with a wild boar and many a soldier or hunter had lost his life in battle with this beast.
Before winter would break over the land, Teárlach wanted to have killed at least one boar or bear. Perhaps he should explore the forest to the east today? Most of the time his path had led west, deeper into the woods, closer to the villages where the wood elves lived. Rarely did it lead him south, but even more rarely to the east, as the forests there also became darker and denser and there were only a few bays and even fewer small villages to explore.
But perhaps I should try my luck there today? Teárlach thought and reached for the tankard of spicy ale, which he emptied in a few gulps. He leaned back a little on the uncomfortable wooden chair and let his gaze wander over the small inn, which was filled with a few tables and chairs. It was shortly after lunchtime and most of the guests had left the tavern again, having returned to their daily work. He was the last guest in the tavern, sitting in the corner, his cloak still around his shoulders, the hood on his head so that one could not recognize at first glance that he was an elf. His clothes were simple for his needs, linen in dark colors that made him seem inconspicuous in the forest. The village had given itself the name “At the Great Oak”, but even though Teárlach had stopped here in the past, he hadn't really noticed this named great oak in the village. Perhaps this large oak tree also existed nearby or perhaps the inhabitants had come up with this name. What did he care? He reached for his coin pouch, opened it and put a few copper coins on the table for the beer he had drunk and the meal that had consisted of Boar Bacon, Mystra Gold Cheese, Redruth Goat Cheese and Maztica Tomatoes.
He held the two silver coins he then reached for between his fingers as he propped his arm on the table and gave the innkeeper's daughter, who was standing behind the counter, a smug grin which she returned with a cheeky wink.
She had told him her name, but Teárlach didn't care as long as he could press his cock into the young woman's warm, moist heat every time he visited.
She knew nothing of his dark desires and Teárlach kept them to himself, but she was always ready for a quick, passionate fuck as soon as she had a moment's peace. She glanced over her shoulder at him, gesturing with her eyes to follow her, and the elf and she indulged their desires mostly in the dark of the pantry.
It was too bad the innkeeper's daughter wouldn't be spending the winter in the castle, Teárlach would have appreciated spending his nights close to her curvaceous, voluptuous body, his face hidden in her soft, plump breasts.
Instead, he now had to turn on the charm to lure a maid or two into his chambers. Khara had always been at his beck and call, enjoying the darker, pain-filled aspects of their union, but he had grown weary of her. As she was the one of the girls who shared his camp more often than many others, this had clearly gone to her head. And if there was one thing Teárlach could do without in his life, it was people who thought they had him under their control. This was as true for his father as it was for Khara, who thought her body was enough to keep Teárlach and her position safe.
When he realized that her shallow flirtations were an attempt to influence him, he had decided in the next moment that Khara's life had no further value for him. The allure of her beauty had faded, as had the desire to possess her.
As he forced himself on Sera every night and literally destroyed her for weeks, even months, with every meeting in which he claimed her body and soul, it was the perfect moment for him to get rid of them both in just one night. By killing the two women, he literally killed two birds with one stone.
He knew that no one suspected him of murder and even if they did, what could happen to him? He was the ruler's son. Yes, he was not the firstborn, not the heir, but he was far above everyone else in this castle and in this land. Perhaps his father would have scolded him, maybe he would have beaten him, but no real punishment was to be expected.
And perhaps it would secretly fill his father with some pride, for Teárlach knew that in his younger years, he too had paid no heed to whether his counterpart was willing to sleep with him or not.
Nevertheless, Teárlach did not want to draw unnecessary attention to himself by indulging his desires again, even if the thought of it made his loins tingle.
He would let some time pass before he could give in to this lust, would practice courting and charming the one or other half-elf, perhaps even a human woman, until they were completely at his will, had lost their heart and soul to the lies he would whisper to them in the light of the moon. He would speak of love, of the passion of both their bodies, of a future together. Everything the stupid women longed for from him.
The winter was long and dull, and Teárlach had no interest in being bored for weeks on end. And who knew if one or two playmates wouldn't be pleased if his fingers closed tightly around her neck, taking her breath away and the feeling of being completely at his mercy wouldn't excite her?
Perhaps a strong bite to the nipple, a little blood, would also ignite the passion in her body? He just needed a little time to capture the woman's heart, to lure her like a fly into a spider's web, until she had fallen for him and his words, his first tender kisses. Then it no longer mattered whether a blow, a bite or a cut with the knife into the tender, warm skin was against their will or not. At this point, they would already be completely under his influence.
A smile tugged at his lips as Teárlach imagined how easy it would be for him to escort these stupid young girls to their waiting misfortune.
Teárlach straightened up and left the tavern without another word, stepping out into the street and heading east. He paid no attention to the few villagers he saw on the streets or in the small courtyards of their houses.
They themselves only saw a slim and tall man whose face was hidden by the hood of his cloak. Perhaps a traveler who had found his way to this village? Or perhaps they could think that he was on the run from someone, that he was wanted for a crime and that was why he was so deep inside the Blackwater country. Faerún had many dangerous corners, it would be a good decision to retreat to places that were difficult to access - like the Blackwater Bay.
He liked the idea that the few people in the village thought Teárlach was a criminal. A wanted delinquent, perhaps even on the run for murder?
The villagers weren't even wrong; he wasn't wanted, but he had already had the pleasure of murder. And he had enjoyed every second of it.
Teárlach had now reached the end of the village and a narrow, uneven path led to the east. The dense forest opened up to his right, to his left the beach had wrested its territory from the forest and various plants such as farmer's mustard, bristle grass and broom heather grew on the uneven sand dunes.
Teárlach stopped for a moment and frowned. This landscape reminded him of something, but he couldn't think of what.
Well, it would come to him eventually, the high elf thought and shrugged his shoulders. He followed the path for a few dozen steps, then left it and looked for a way through the edge of the forest to get deeper into it.
As Teárlach made his way through the dense forest, he kept a close eye on his surroundings. On many tree trunks he saw different types of mushrooms that could still be harvested despite the already very cold nights and the morning mist, and he recognized porcini mushrooms, red caps and chestnuts, among others.
Apparently the lessons from the monks were good for something after all, Teárlach thought with amusement. Horse chestnuts and oaks were full of fruit, but he had not yet been able to find the “old, big oak” after which the village was named. Bellflowers, heather, stinging nettles and St. John's wort were in full bloom, densely packed on the trees, whose leaves were already turning every shade from deep red to golden yellow to deep brown.
It was almost as if the forest was on fire. From a distance, Teárlach heard the mighty roar of two stags, probably fighting each other for the status of top dog.
As the deer's roar faded, Teárlach paced the moss and leaf-covered ground, lost in thought, and paused as a bell-like laugh reached his ears. He raised an eyebrow questioningly and tried to find out where it was coming from.
There! A laugh, bright, coming from the south. His interest was immediately piqued. Who would be so deep in the forest? A woman apparently, the laughter was too bright and high-pitched to come from a man. What did she look like? And what had prompted her to go so deep into the forest, exposed to the danger of meeting a bear, a wolf, one or more goblins?
Well, he would soon find out as he slowly crept stealthily in the direction of her laughter.
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No, this does not bode well at all. Téarlach is a danger not only for Anwyn and other women but for people in general. o_o''
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