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haebinHey hey, Lovelies. Here is my newest chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it. ♥
Content: Love, Intimacy, Mutual Pleasure. It's all about Love ... and someone who is a creep.
Silently, taking one step in front of the other, Téarlach crept through the dense branches, careful not to make a sound. He estimated that the source of the unknown laughter was a few dozen paces away and his heart raced in eager anticipation of catching sight of the unknown woman. The closer he got to her, the brighter his surroundings became, as the light of the sun shone through the trees moving away from each other onto a clearing ahead. And there he saw her ... and heard him.
A man whispering words that Téarlach could not understand, but which brought an amused laugh from the young woman's throat.
Oh, I seem to be interrupting someone's little lovers' tryst, Téarlach thought with a grin and slowly walked closer, always hidden in the shade of the mighty trees. The closer he got, the more excited and impatient he became. He still had no plan for what he would do next. Perhaps he would simply stand in the shadows and watch them. Maybe he would reveal himself and then decide what would happen. Would there be interesting information, was the man armed, was he a potential danger? Were they travelers on their way to the castle or to the village? Would they be missed if Téarlach gave in to the desire that was already waiting inside him for a new opportunity to strike?
The elf walked around the trunk of a large horse chestnut tree and hid behind a dense thicket, unrecognizable to those he would first observe.
His gaze immediately fell on the two figures, both human-like. There were no Drow in front of him, no Tieflings, both had to belong to either the race of humans or elves, perhaps they were even half-elves.
His eyes fell on the man first. He was tall in stature, lean but muscular which he could tell by the arm and shoulder muscles that showed beneath his white tunic. He had long, black hair that fell into his face as he lay with his body on top of his companion, his forearms resting on the soft moss at his sides.
The woman beneath him wore a rust-colored linen dress that had ridden up to her knees, revealing her bare legs. On her feet she wore a pair of old leather shoes that she must have owned for years, so worn were they, as Téarlach noted with a skillful glance.
Her face was hidden by the man's long hair, but Téarlach caught sight of her hair. A tangle of dark brown, wild curls that had slipped over her shoulders to the side.
He watched as she lifted her hand, reached up to her lover's face and stroked his hair behind his ear.
Téarlach's eyes widened at the fact that the stranger lying in a woman's lap was his own brother. Trálír.
The younger elf bit his lips so hard to stifle the laughter rising in him that he felt the taste of his own blood on his tongue.
Trálír? TRÁLÍR? Here in the depths of the forest, Téarlach had found his own brother in the arms of his oh-so-mysterious lover?
Well look how small our world is, Téarlach thought and a broad grin spread across his face, his amber eyes sparkling with amusement.
And now, dearest brother, show me what your beloved looks like. What is it about her that makes you fall for her so much?
But Téarlach was disappointed for the moment as Trálír's hands loosened the strings of her neckline and he pressed his lips gently to her sternum, she turned her face the other way, hiding it from her lover's younger brother.
Very well, Téarlach thought with amusement, stepping back a little and hiding in the shade of the tree, leaning slightly against the hard bark of another and crossing his arms in front of his chest, still well hidden from the eyes of the two lovers. I'll have to be patient then.
He watched with interest as his older brother carefully pulled the now wide neckline of the dress over the young woman's shoulders with his fingers, now that he had undone the lacing. Slowly, he pulled the fabric down to her elbows, exposing her upper body. To Téarlach's disappointment, she was wearing a bra and he sighed in frustration as he watched his brother slide his fingers under the fabric of the bra and begin to gently knead her breasts while his lips placed feather-light kisses on her skin.
Téarlach rolled his eyes in annoyance at Trálír's tenderness. If he had been in his brother's position, his impatience would have led him to tear the bra with a strong tug to devote himself to the firm, round breasts he could only guess at.
When he heard the soft sighing of his brothers lover, Téarlach felt a warm swell of arousal in his loins. Trálír, who was lying between the woman's spread thighs, slowly slid up her body, embraced her face with a gentle gesture and kissed her slowly and extensively, while their tongues found each other in a passionate and sensual dance.
When he broke away from her lips, he looked at her questioningly and Téarlach saw the woman turn her face towards him and nod.
And then he recognized her.
The healer.
The healer he had recognized in Sera's mind. Once again, Téarlach felt a wild laughter threaten to overwhelm him and he bit his fist to suppress it.
Destiny is a fickle bitch, Téarlach thought while he watched his brother removing the dress of the young healer’s body. She helped him by half sitting up, kissing him gently again and again as he unfastened her bra and sank back into the soft moss with him.
Trálír's fingers drifted very slowly down her neck, her breasts, her stomach and then paused as he got to her undergarment. Without a word, the Woman lifted her hips, allowing Trálír to remove the underpants. As he knelt between her thighs, his hands returned to her breasts, kneading them gently, brushing gingerly over her nipples that strained against his touch as his tongue left a hot trail on her skin. As he pressed a kiss on her mound, Téarlach heard how she whispered the name of his brother.
He watched as his brother lay down in the moss, gently opening his lover's thighs as she pressed her lips together in pleasure. Trálír's hands rested on the soft curve of her hips as he began to caress her.
Téarlach raised an eyebrow in surprise at the obvious experience his older brother had. He had always thought that Trálír had little interest in the female sex. He knew he hadn't had any love affairs or passionate nights with a maid from the castle, and there were no whispered rumors of him sneaking into a village at night and living it up.
Maybe the little minx who opened her legs so willingly had taught Trálír what to do, Téarlach thought with a grin. The way she squirmed under his brother's skillful tongue, that was a distinct possibility.
The healer's hands found their way to Trálír's and intertwined with his fingers as another intense caress resulted in her arching her back, a whispered moan on her lips.
Téarlach moistened his lip with the tip of his tongue and felt how their lust did not stop at him. His hardened dick pressed painfully against the fabric of his leather pants. He cursed the fact that his brother, of all people, was lying on his companion's promising body, for Téarlach had no desire to indulge his lust if he had to watch his brother do it. An incestuous desire was far from even Téarlach's mind.
If she were alone or a stranger was having fun with her, it would be a completely different situation, but this way Téarlach had to pull himself together. And this frustrated him deeply.
He concentrated on the woman, on the expression on her face, filled with passion, on her body, the tension in it, the lust he could see in her.
He could literally taste in the air around him how the lust in her body was building up, how the climax was no longer far away. He watched in fascination as her fingers pressed into his brother's and her toes pressed into the moss to control the trembling in her legs. Trálír also moaned lustfully between her thighs as she was brought over the edge. She cried his name when she came and her whole body shivered of ecstasy and pleasure.
Téarlach suppressed with difficulty the rising moan in his throat as he let his gaze slide expectantly over his brother's and his lover's, imagining that Trálír would now divest himself of his tunic and simple linen trousers and slide himself into the lap of the young woman beneath him with a powerful thrust.
But his older brother slowly straightened up, knelt in front of her and then carefully lowered himself onto her body, seeking her lips to give her a long kiss, exploring her innermost being extensively while his hands lay next to her upper body to support himself. There was nothing to indicate that he intended to do more than just satisfy her.
Téarlach raised his eyes in amazement as he realized that Trálír, unlike him, was more interested in satisfying his lover than his own lust.
You are not going to fuck this little whore? thought Téarlach and rolled his eyes. By all nine hells, Trálír, you are such a stupid fool.
Anger filled every pore of his body, pulsing with lust and the desire for satisfaction. And all he would see now was what? ... Exchanging caresses between his good-for-nothing, effeminate brother and the bitch who had helped his toy get rid of his child? Téarlach scoffed, his bright yellow eyes glittering with rage. Only out of the corner of his eye did he realize that the herb woman's hand slid along Trálír's side and disappeared between their two bodies. Only when his older brother lifted his pelvis slightly did Téarlach realize that she was using this to undo the drawstring of his trousers and let her hand slip under the fabric of his pants. A soft smile appeared on her lips when she realized that Trálír was naked under them. She whispered something in his ear while she began to stroke his member oh so deliciously slow.
Téarlach watched his brother's fingers press into the soft skin of her waist, his lips tracing a wet trail down her neck and collarbone.
Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, she closed her eyes and savored his kisses on her skin as she cupped his member with both hands and slowly slid them up and down. Trálír's breathing quickened, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, sucked on the thin skin there which she answered with a soft moan.
In a mixture of anger and arousal, Téarlach stared at the two lovers, his chest heaving as he watched Trálír grind against her.
Téarlachs watched as his older brother moaned loudly, his whole body tensing as he jerked and spilled over Anwyn's hand, which gently cupped his member.
Trálír let out a long, shuddering breath while Téarlach clenched his teeth and glared angrily at his brother and his lover.
Such a bloody farce, he thought angrily, and retreated further into the shadows. A fire burned so fiercely in his lap that it almost caused him physical pain.
He would go back to the village, back to the tavern, grab the innkeeper's daughter and fuck her until she blacked out whether she wanted to or not. And since Trálír had to accompany his father to Moonhaven for the next few days, he, Téarlach, would pay the healer a little visit ... a visit she wouldn't forget for a long time.
Content: Love, Intimacy, Mutual Pleasure. It's all about Love ... and someone who is a creep.
Silently, taking one step in front of the other, Téarlach crept through the dense branches, careful not to make a sound. He estimated that the source of the unknown laughter was a few dozen paces away and his heart raced in eager anticipation of catching sight of the unknown woman. The closer he got to her, the brighter his surroundings became, as the light of the sun shone through the trees moving away from each other onto a clearing ahead. And there he saw her ... and heard him.
A man whispering words that Téarlach could not understand, but which brought an amused laugh from the young woman's throat.
Oh, I seem to be interrupting someone's little lovers' tryst, Téarlach thought with a grin and slowly walked closer, always hidden in the shade of the mighty trees. The closer he got, the more excited and impatient he became. He still had no plan for what he would do next. Perhaps he would simply stand in the shadows and watch them. Maybe he would reveal himself and then decide what would happen. Would there be interesting information, was the man armed, was he a potential danger? Were they travelers on their way to the castle or to the village? Would they be missed if Téarlach gave in to the desire that was already waiting inside him for a new opportunity to strike?
The elf walked around the trunk of a large horse chestnut tree and hid behind a dense thicket, unrecognizable to those he would first observe.
His gaze immediately fell on the two figures, both human-like. There were no Drow in front of him, no Tieflings, both had to belong to either the race of humans or elves, perhaps they were even half-elves.
His eyes fell on the man first. He was tall in stature, lean but muscular which he could tell by the arm and shoulder muscles that showed beneath his white tunic. He had long, black hair that fell into his face as he lay with his body on top of his companion, his forearms resting on the soft moss at his sides.
The woman beneath him wore a rust-colored linen dress that had ridden up to her knees, revealing her bare legs. On her feet she wore a pair of old leather shoes that she must have owned for years, so worn were they, as Téarlach noted with a skillful glance.
Her face was hidden by the man's long hair, but Téarlach caught sight of her hair. A tangle of dark brown, wild curls that had slipped over her shoulders to the side.
He watched as she lifted her hand, reached up to her lover's face and stroked his hair behind his ear.
Téarlach's eyes widened at the fact that the stranger lying in a woman's lap was his own brother. Trálír.
The younger elf bit his lips so hard to stifle the laughter rising in him that he felt the taste of his own blood on his tongue.
Trálír? TRÁLÍR? Here in the depths of the forest, Téarlach had found his own brother in the arms of his oh-so-mysterious lover?
Well look how small our world is, Téarlach thought and a broad grin spread across his face, his amber eyes sparkling with amusement.
And now, dearest brother, show me what your beloved looks like. What is it about her that makes you fall for her so much?
But Téarlach was disappointed for the moment as Trálír's hands loosened the strings of her neckline and he pressed his lips gently to her sternum, she turned her face the other way, hiding it from her lover's younger brother.
Very well, Téarlach thought with amusement, stepping back a little and hiding in the shade of the tree, leaning slightly against the hard bark of another and crossing his arms in front of his chest, still well hidden from the eyes of the two lovers. I'll have to be patient then.
He watched with interest as his older brother carefully pulled the now wide neckline of the dress over the young woman's shoulders with his fingers, now that he had undone the lacing. Slowly, he pulled the fabric down to her elbows, exposing her upper body. To Téarlach's disappointment, she was wearing a bra and he sighed in frustration as he watched his brother slide his fingers under the fabric of the bra and begin to gently knead her breasts while his lips placed feather-light kisses on her skin.
Téarlach rolled his eyes in annoyance at Trálír's tenderness. If he had been in his brother's position, his impatience would have led him to tear the bra with a strong tug to devote himself to the firm, round breasts he could only guess at.
When he heard the soft sighing of his brothers lover, Téarlach felt a warm swell of arousal in his loins. Trálír, who was lying between the woman's spread thighs, slowly slid up her body, embraced her face with a gentle gesture and kissed her slowly and extensively, while their tongues found each other in a passionate and sensual dance.
When he broke away from her lips, he looked at her questioningly and Téarlach saw the woman turn her face towards him and nod.
And then he recognized her.
The healer.
The healer he had recognized in Sera's mind. Once again, Téarlach felt a wild laughter threaten to overwhelm him and he bit his fist to suppress it.
Destiny is a fickle bitch, Téarlach thought while he watched his brother removing the dress of the young healer’s body. She helped him by half sitting up, kissing him gently again and again as he unfastened her bra and sank back into the soft moss with him.
Trálír's fingers drifted very slowly down her neck, her breasts, her stomach and then paused as he got to her undergarment. Without a word, the Woman lifted her hips, allowing Trálír to remove the underpants. As he knelt between her thighs, his hands returned to her breasts, kneading them gently, brushing gingerly over her nipples that strained against his touch as his tongue left a hot trail on her skin. As he pressed a kiss on her mound, Téarlach heard how she whispered the name of his brother.
He watched as his brother lay down in the moss, gently opening his lover's thighs as she pressed her lips together in pleasure. Trálír's hands rested on the soft curve of her hips as he began to caress her.
Téarlach raised an eyebrow in surprise at the obvious experience his older brother had. He had always thought that Trálír had little interest in the female sex. He knew he hadn't had any love affairs or passionate nights with a maid from the castle, and there were no whispered rumors of him sneaking into a village at night and living it up.
Maybe the little minx who opened her legs so willingly had taught Trálír what to do, Téarlach thought with a grin. The way she squirmed under his brother's skillful tongue, that was a distinct possibility.
The healer's hands found their way to Trálír's and intertwined with his fingers as another intense caress resulted in her arching her back, a whispered moan on her lips.
Téarlach moistened his lip with the tip of his tongue and felt how their lust did not stop at him. His hardened dick pressed painfully against the fabric of his leather pants. He cursed the fact that his brother, of all people, was lying on his companion's promising body, for Téarlach had no desire to indulge his lust if he had to watch his brother do it. An incestuous desire was far from even Téarlach's mind.
If she were alone or a stranger was having fun with her, it would be a completely different situation, but this way Téarlach had to pull himself together. And this frustrated him deeply.
He concentrated on the woman, on the expression on her face, filled with passion, on her body, the tension in it, the lust he could see in her.
He could literally taste in the air around him how the lust in her body was building up, how the climax was no longer far away. He watched in fascination as her fingers pressed into his brother's and her toes pressed into the moss to control the trembling in her legs. Trálír also moaned lustfully between her thighs as she was brought over the edge. She cried his name when she came and her whole body shivered of ecstasy and pleasure.
Téarlach suppressed with difficulty the rising moan in his throat as he let his gaze slide expectantly over his brother's and his lover's, imagining that Trálír would now divest himself of his tunic and simple linen trousers and slide himself into the lap of the young woman beneath him with a powerful thrust.
But his older brother slowly straightened up, knelt in front of her and then carefully lowered himself onto her body, seeking her lips to give her a long kiss, exploring her innermost being extensively while his hands lay next to her upper body to support himself. There was nothing to indicate that he intended to do more than just satisfy her.
Téarlach raised his eyes in amazement as he realized that Trálír, unlike him, was more interested in satisfying his lover than his own lust.
You are not going to fuck this little whore? thought Téarlach and rolled his eyes. By all nine hells, Trálír, you are such a stupid fool.
Anger filled every pore of his body, pulsing with lust and the desire for satisfaction. And all he would see now was what? ... Exchanging caresses between his good-for-nothing, effeminate brother and the bitch who had helped his toy get rid of his child? Téarlach scoffed, his bright yellow eyes glittering with rage. Only out of the corner of his eye did he realize that the herb woman's hand slid along Trálír's side and disappeared between their two bodies. Only when his older brother lifted his pelvis slightly did Téarlach realize that she was using this to undo the drawstring of his trousers and let her hand slip under the fabric of his pants. A soft smile appeared on her lips when she realized that Trálír was naked under them. She whispered something in his ear while she began to stroke his member oh so deliciously slow.
Téarlach watched his brother's fingers press into the soft skin of her waist, his lips tracing a wet trail down her neck and collarbone.
Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, she closed her eyes and savored his kisses on her skin as she cupped his member with both hands and slowly slid them up and down. Trálír's breathing quickened, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, sucked on the thin skin there which she answered with a soft moan.
In a mixture of anger and arousal, Téarlach stared at the two lovers, his chest heaving as he watched Trálír grind against her.
Téarlachs watched as his older brother moaned loudly, his whole body tensing as he jerked and spilled over Anwyn's hand, which gently cupped his member.
Trálír let out a long, shuddering breath while Téarlach clenched his teeth and glared angrily at his brother and his lover.
Such a bloody farce, he thought angrily, and retreated further into the shadows. A fire burned so fiercely in his lap that it almost caused him physical pain.
He would go back to the village, back to the tavern, grab the innkeeper's daughter and fuck her until she blacked out whether she wanted to or not. And since Trálír had to accompany his father to Moonhaven for the next few days, he, Téarlach, would pay the healer a little visit ... a visit she wouldn't forget for a long time.
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Date: 2024-10-13 03:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-10-14 01:39 pm (UTC)This guy... I am glad that in this scene Trálír was with Anwyn because if she would have been alone? Not good, not good at all.
I write as if I didn't write it myself, but I always have the feeling that this story already exists somewhere and that I'm just a tool. ^^
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Date: 2024-10-13 06:41 pm (UTC)o_O
Wie auch immer, jedenfalls war es mal wieder sehr gut und spannend geschrieben.
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Date: 2024-10-14 01:31 pm (UTC)Aber ich nehme dieses wahnsinnig große Kompliment super gerne an, da es mir ja zeigt dass diese Szene - wenn auch mit Téarlach - so etwas auslösen kann. ♥️
Vielen, vielen Dank für deine Worte. Es bedeutet mir einfach so viel wenn du und mir die anderen sagt, dass die Geschichte doch nicht so schlecht ist wie ich es immer befürchte.
♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2024-10-17 05:17 pm (UTC)(Sorry übrigens, dass ich noch nicht dazu gekommen bin, deine Einträge über die Convention zu lesen/kommentieren. Ich hatte in der Woche immer nur relativ wenig Zeit bei DW reinzuschauen und möchte mir für diese Posts genug Zeit nehmen ♥ )
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Date: 2024-10-18 07:04 am (UTC)Du musst dich nicht dafür entschuldigen, ich freue mich auch über einen Kommentar von dir auch wenn er ein bisschen später kommt. ;)
Lass' dir Zeit und hetz' dich nicht wegen mir. ♥️
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Date: 2024-10-14 01:24 pm (UTC)♥️♥️♥️
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