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It's Sunday and that means, here is a new chapter. I hope you will enjoy it. And like always, thank you so so much for reading. It means the world to me. ♥
"Sir? Forgive the interruption and my question," the girl began carefully as Trálír opened his eyelids and then looked at her. She had knelt down beside him, holding a bowl with a sponge and soap in her hands. Her long, loose blonde hair fell forward over her shoulders and she brushed it back out of her face with her right hand while the other held the bowl.
“I... I,” she began, stammering, but then broke off, embarrassed. Trálír and she heard her sister's amused giggles echoing through the sacred hall. The young girl cleared her throat, took a deep breath and finally murmured, “May I wash you, sir?”
The Firstborn bit his lips, wondering how he could gently explain to her that he did not need her help, when suddenly Teárlach's dark voice reached his ears.
"By the gods, Trálír, don't be like that. After all, you will allow her to scrub your arms and shoulders, won't you?"
The Elf raised an eyebrow in displeasure, but then finally nodded and watched as the young woman climbed into the basin, placed the bowl on the edge and picked up the sponge and soap. She avoided his gaze and concentrated on first dipping the sponge into the water and then rubbing over the soap several times so that enough lather remained on it.
She climbed into the second, deeper basin which brought her down to eye level with the ruler's son and began to carefully massage gentle circles on Trálír's shoulder with the sponge, who immediately felt himself unconsciously tense up at this touch. He heard his brother's amused laughter and grimaced.
“Hells, are you really afraid that washing your shoulders and arms might be a breach of faith with your herb witch?” Teárlach laughed out loud and Trálír gritted his teeth. The look in his blue-gray eyes seemed to darken with anger and it took all his effort not to reply to his brother's words. Instead, he stared at the water in front of him while a soft sigh could be heard from time to time in the hall. He felt as if his insides were knotting together as he guessed what Teárlach was doing without even glancing in his direction. Another, now lustfully breathy moan confirmed his suspicions. He took a deep breath to tame the rage boiling inside him.
“Sir, your hair?”
Trálír raised his gaze and crossed them with the girl's. Her eyes were as blue as the sea on a calm summer's day, he realized, and then shook his head.
“It is not necessary,” he replied, and when he saw the disappointment on her face and the hint of fear in her eyes as she had not completed her task, he asked her instead, “What is your name?”
“Halef,” she replied, a shy smile appearing on her young face.
“Isn't that a boy's name?” The mockery in Teárlach's voice could not be ignored and Trálír's gaze darkened as he saw the girl flinch at his younger brother's question.
"Our father wanted another boy and when she was born the disappointment was so great that she ended up with the name of the long-awaited heir. Our father didn’t want another girl,” her older sister explained with amusement. Teárlach grinned.
“Then tell me what your name is,” he asked her, feigning interest. “In all the moments we’ve spent together, I’ve been busy with other things than remembering your name.”
“Huld is my name,” she complied with his demand with a cheeky smile.
“Well, the meaning of your name is Secret, am I right?” Teárlach’s voice sounded a tone deeper, velvety, warm, like a full-bodied wine from Tethyr called Ithbank which was known for its layered expressive flavor.
"I wonder what secrets are hidden in this very soft body? Are there still places I forgot to explore?" he asked and Huld giggled as she felt his hands push up the damp fabric of her dress, which she had only recently dropped, and he pressed his lips to her calf.
“Come, my pretty bird,” he whispered, raising his hand as an unspoken demand to take it and join him in the pool. Trálír raised his eyes and an eyebrow as he saw Huld comply with Teárlach's words. His heart contracted painfully under the revulsion he felt. He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him, who was now washing his upper and lower arms with a concentrated gaze. She rubbed the sponge softly over the damp skin down to his fingertips. As she spread them slightly to better clean the spaces between them, her fingers touched his and Trálír pulled his hand away in surprise. This gesture, this touch reminded him of all the moments when he and Anwyn had intertwined their fingers and the longing for her, the desire to have her next to him instead of the girl, was so strong that he shook his head apologetically and looked at Halef regretfully.
“Forgive me, but you served me enough for today,” he whispered and withdrew his hand completely from her grasp. The expression in the girl's blue eyes made Trálír's throat tighten, for there was clearly fear in them. He wondered why she was so worried, for she had done her duty when he suddenly heard Teárlach's dark voice.
“Why aren't you a good girl and sit on my dick.”
"By all nine hells, Teárlach! Get a fucking grip!" Trálír burst out and, furious, he stood up in one smooth movement, glaring angrily at his brother, who was sitting on the edge of the deeper pool with a cheeky grin. His erection was clearly visible in the water. When Trálír saw that Huld was standing next to his naked brother and that he was sliding the tip of his tongue over the side of her right thigh, his eyes still fixed on his older brother, it seemed as if he was losing his composure.
“You are disgusting,” Trálír spat out in a despicable voice and his blue-green eyes, which now looked as if an indomitable storm was whipping across the wild sea, spoke of deepest loathing at his brother's behavior. Teárlach pressed a kiss to the skin of the maiden beside him, but then let himself sink back against the edge of the pool and looked at his older brother challengingly.
“Gods, don't be like that,” he snorted and rolled his eyes. "Why do you think these two were sent to us? Do you really think they're here to wash us?" Teárlach laughed. “They are a gift from father.”
"A gift? Why would he do such a thing? Why would he even think of doing anything for us?"
Teárlach shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed Huld's wrist with his right hand and pulled her further into the pool. She came to stand somewhat unsteadily in the deeper pool next to him.
"What do I know? And why should I care? We're here..." He raised his left hand and pointed to the vestibule they were in "... and there are exceptionally pretty girls next to us. You seem very tense, brother. Perhaps you should take this opportunity and not think about your herb witch for once. You definitely need a distraction and if I were you, I wouldn't let the chance pass to get your dick into another, extremely promising hot ..."
“Don't you dare utter another word, Teárlach,” Trálír pressed out between clenched teeth. “Not.a.single.word.”
The grin on Teárlach's full lips was malicious and his brother stared at him in rage as he slipped his right hand between his legs to Huld's sex and slipped a finger inside her without hesitation. She gasped and closed her eyes bashfully as she found herself directly opposite her master and her younger sister.
“Enough,” Trálír said in a cold voice, stepping out of the pool and reaching for his clothes. “I've had enough.”
He quickly slipped into his pants, snorted in disgust and left the Sacred Hall on bare feet without another word. As the door slammed loudly behind him and he stepped through the hall, he heard Teárlach's loud laughter that burned on his skin like acid and fueled the hatred inside of him.
Halef stood in the cool water up to her chest and felt the fabric of the linen dress sticking to her body and feeling heavy. So heavy that it made her feel like she was being pulled into an endless, dark void. She stared speechlessly at her master and her sister, who seemed to feel uncomfortable, because her gaze was directed shamefully at the surface of the water in front of her.
Look at me, Huld ... look at me please, she thought pleadingly, while her heart raced with fear and nervousness.
Halef didn't know what she should do, what decision she should make, because she was afraid that no matter what she decided, she would be punished for it.
She looked anxiously at her master, who at that moment turned his gaze to her after watching his brother's departure over his shoulder. The smile on his full lips seemed friendly, but this friendliness did not reach his amber eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly with nervousness, her gaze flitting from him to her sister.
It only took a breath, a single blink to let Teárlach know what the young girl was feeling and thinking.
“Halef is your name, isn't it?” he asked into the silence, her sister standing beside him, embarrassed, but his steely grip on her wrist made it clear to her where her place was. Huld's head sank forward in shame and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment.
She was deeply uncomfortable standing half-naked next to her master, now that all of Halef's attention was focused on her. And Teárlach didn't need to give a thought to Huld's feelings or thoughts, for the shame that now filled her, half-naked, his hand on her sex, seeped out of every pore of her body.
Halef nodded uncertainly and looked at him in surprise when her master spoke the following words to her: “Your work is done, Halef. Leave us alone.”
Ease was evident on the young woman's face and she sighed when she suddenly heard a deep, dark voice inside her. So dark, so imperious, so commanding that it seemed to take over her whole body. It felt as if her heart stopped beating, so overwhelmed was she of the menacing voice.
If you take one step out of the pool, I will kill your sister in an instant, do you understand me?
Halef's eyes grew wide and she turned bewildered her head to the left and to the right, tried to understand, why she heard this voice – HIS voice – so close to her. It seemed as if someone was standing next to her, but she heard the words inside her, directly in her head. She could feel every single word burning into her body.
Panic coursed through her body, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, her attempts to breathe becoming more and more frantic. She wanted to understand what was going on, she wanted to know why she was hearing his voice in her head. Was she going crazy? Was she imagining her master's voice? What in the nine hells was happening to her?
Oh, my dear, you know exactly what is happening to you.
Dark … Magic … whispered her own voice in her head.
With a tight throat, Halef stared at the ruler's son, saw the cold smile on his lips, the malice in his gaze as she heard the following words in her head:
I knew you were the smarter of the two of you. Now be a good girl and do what I tell you. You're not taking a single step, you won't even think about moving, do you understand me?
Halef swallowed hard before she nodded.
And you won't make a single sound, am I right?
She nodded again, tears started to fill her beautiful blue big eyes.
"Sir? Forgive the interruption and my question," the girl began carefully as Trálír opened his eyelids and then looked at her. She had knelt down beside him, holding a bowl with a sponge and soap in her hands. Her long, loose blonde hair fell forward over her shoulders and she brushed it back out of her face with her right hand while the other held the bowl.
“I... I,” she began, stammering, but then broke off, embarrassed. Trálír and she heard her sister's amused giggles echoing through the sacred hall. The young girl cleared her throat, took a deep breath and finally murmured, “May I wash you, sir?”
The Firstborn bit his lips, wondering how he could gently explain to her that he did not need her help, when suddenly Teárlach's dark voice reached his ears.
"By the gods, Trálír, don't be like that. After all, you will allow her to scrub your arms and shoulders, won't you?"
The Elf raised an eyebrow in displeasure, but then finally nodded and watched as the young woman climbed into the basin, placed the bowl on the edge and picked up the sponge and soap. She avoided his gaze and concentrated on first dipping the sponge into the water and then rubbing over the soap several times so that enough lather remained on it.
She climbed into the second, deeper basin which brought her down to eye level with the ruler's son and began to carefully massage gentle circles on Trálír's shoulder with the sponge, who immediately felt himself unconsciously tense up at this touch. He heard his brother's amused laughter and grimaced.
“Hells, are you really afraid that washing your shoulders and arms might be a breach of faith with your herb witch?” Teárlach laughed out loud and Trálír gritted his teeth. The look in his blue-gray eyes seemed to darken with anger and it took all his effort not to reply to his brother's words. Instead, he stared at the water in front of him while a soft sigh could be heard from time to time in the hall. He felt as if his insides were knotting together as he guessed what Teárlach was doing without even glancing in his direction. Another, now lustfully breathy moan confirmed his suspicions. He took a deep breath to tame the rage boiling inside him.
“Sir, your hair?”
Trálír raised his gaze and crossed them with the girl's. Her eyes were as blue as the sea on a calm summer's day, he realized, and then shook his head.
“It is not necessary,” he replied, and when he saw the disappointment on her face and the hint of fear in her eyes as she had not completed her task, he asked her instead, “What is your name?”
“Halef,” she replied, a shy smile appearing on her young face.
“Isn't that a boy's name?” The mockery in Teárlach's voice could not be ignored and Trálír's gaze darkened as he saw the girl flinch at his younger brother's question.
"Our father wanted another boy and when she was born the disappointment was so great that she ended up with the name of the long-awaited heir. Our father didn’t want another girl,” her older sister explained with amusement. Teárlach grinned.
“Then tell me what your name is,” he asked her, feigning interest. “In all the moments we’ve spent together, I’ve been busy with other things than remembering your name.”
“Huld is my name,” she complied with his demand with a cheeky smile.
“Well, the meaning of your name is Secret, am I right?” Teárlach’s voice sounded a tone deeper, velvety, warm, like a full-bodied wine from Tethyr called Ithbank which was known for its layered expressive flavor.
"I wonder what secrets are hidden in this very soft body? Are there still places I forgot to explore?" he asked and Huld giggled as she felt his hands push up the damp fabric of her dress, which she had only recently dropped, and he pressed his lips to her calf.
“Come, my pretty bird,” he whispered, raising his hand as an unspoken demand to take it and join him in the pool. Trálír raised his eyes and an eyebrow as he saw Huld comply with Teárlach's words. His heart contracted painfully under the revulsion he felt. He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him, who was now washing his upper and lower arms with a concentrated gaze. She rubbed the sponge softly over the damp skin down to his fingertips. As she spread them slightly to better clean the spaces between them, her fingers touched his and Trálír pulled his hand away in surprise. This gesture, this touch reminded him of all the moments when he and Anwyn had intertwined their fingers and the longing for her, the desire to have her next to him instead of the girl, was so strong that he shook his head apologetically and looked at Halef regretfully.
“Forgive me, but you served me enough for today,” he whispered and withdrew his hand completely from her grasp. The expression in the girl's blue eyes made Trálír's throat tighten, for there was clearly fear in them. He wondered why she was so worried, for she had done her duty when he suddenly heard Teárlach's dark voice.
“Why aren't you a good girl and sit on my dick.”
"By all nine hells, Teárlach! Get a fucking grip!" Trálír burst out and, furious, he stood up in one smooth movement, glaring angrily at his brother, who was sitting on the edge of the deeper pool with a cheeky grin. His erection was clearly visible in the water. When Trálír saw that Huld was standing next to his naked brother and that he was sliding the tip of his tongue over the side of her right thigh, his eyes still fixed on his older brother, it seemed as if he was losing his composure.
“You are disgusting,” Trálír spat out in a despicable voice and his blue-green eyes, which now looked as if an indomitable storm was whipping across the wild sea, spoke of deepest loathing at his brother's behavior. Teárlach pressed a kiss to the skin of the maiden beside him, but then let himself sink back against the edge of the pool and looked at his older brother challengingly.
“Gods, don't be like that,” he snorted and rolled his eyes. "Why do you think these two were sent to us? Do you really think they're here to wash us?" Teárlach laughed. “They are a gift from father.”
"A gift? Why would he do such a thing? Why would he even think of doing anything for us?"
Teárlach shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed Huld's wrist with his right hand and pulled her further into the pool. She came to stand somewhat unsteadily in the deeper pool next to him.
"What do I know? And why should I care? We're here..." He raised his left hand and pointed to the vestibule they were in "... and there are exceptionally pretty girls next to us. You seem very tense, brother. Perhaps you should take this opportunity and not think about your herb witch for once. You definitely need a distraction and if I were you, I wouldn't let the chance pass to get your dick into another, extremely promising hot ..."
“Don't you dare utter another word, Teárlach,” Trálír pressed out between clenched teeth. “Not.a.single.word.”
The grin on Teárlach's full lips was malicious and his brother stared at him in rage as he slipped his right hand between his legs to Huld's sex and slipped a finger inside her without hesitation. She gasped and closed her eyes bashfully as she found herself directly opposite her master and her younger sister.
“Enough,” Trálír said in a cold voice, stepping out of the pool and reaching for his clothes. “I've had enough.”
He quickly slipped into his pants, snorted in disgust and left the Sacred Hall on bare feet without another word. As the door slammed loudly behind him and he stepped through the hall, he heard Teárlach's loud laughter that burned on his skin like acid and fueled the hatred inside of him.
Halef stood in the cool water up to her chest and felt the fabric of the linen dress sticking to her body and feeling heavy. So heavy that it made her feel like she was being pulled into an endless, dark void. She stared speechlessly at her master and her sister, who seemed to feel uncomfortable, because her gaze was directed shamefully at the surface of the water in front of her.
Look at me, Huld ... look at me please, she thought pleadingly, while her heart raced with fear and nervousness.
Halef didn't know what she should do, what decision she should make, because she was afraid that no matter what she decided, she would be punished for it.
She looked anxiously at her master, who at that moment turned his gaze to her after watching his brother's departure over his shoulder. The smile on his full lips seemed friendly, but this friendliness did not reach his amber eyes. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly with nervousness, her gaze flitting from him to her sister.
It only took a breath, a single blink to let Teárlach know what the young girl was feeling and thinking.
“Halef is your name, isn't it?” he asked into the silence, her sister standing beside him, embarrassed, but his steely grip on her wrist made it clear to her where her place was. Huld's head sank forward in shame and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment.
She was deeply uncomfortable standing half-naked next to her master, now that all of Halef's attention was focused on her. And Teárlach didn't need to give a thought to Huld's feelings or thoughts, for the shame that now filled her, half-naked, his hand on her sex, seeped out of every pore of her body.
Halef nodded uncertainly and looked at him in surprise when her master spoke the following words to her: “Your work is done, Halef. Leave us alone.”
Ease was evident on the young woman's face and she sighed when she suddenly heard a deep, dark voice inside her. So dark, so imperious, so commanding that it seemed to take over her whole body. It felt as if her heart stopped beating, so overwhelmed was she of the menacing voice.
If you take one step out of the pool, I will kill your sister in an instant, do you understand me?
Halef's eyes grew wide and she turned bewildered her head to the left and to the right, tried to understand, why she heard this voice – HIS voice – so close to her. It seemed as if someone was standing next to her, but she heard the words inside her, directly in her head. She could feel every single word burning into her body.
Panic coursed through her body, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, her attempts to breathe becoming more and more frantic. She wanted to understand what was going on, she wanted to know why she was hearing his voice in her head. Was she going crazy? Was she imagining her master's voice? What in the nine hells was happening to her?
Oh, my dear, you know exactly what is happening to you.
Dark … Magic … whispered her own voice in her head.
With a tight throat, Halef stared at the ruler's son, saw the cold smile on his lips, the malice in his gaze as she heard the following words in her head:
I knew you were the smarter of the two of you. Now be a good girl and do what I tell you. You're not taking a single step, you won't even think about moving, do you understand me?
Halef swallowed hard before she nodded.
And you won't make a single sound, am I right?
She nodded again, tears started to fill her beautiful blue big eyes.
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