haebin

Hello, hello! I hope everyone of you had a good and nice weekend. The new week is close and that means, it is time for a new chapter.
When you follow this story since beginning, you know that especially Teárlach is not a good guy. So this chapter comes with a little content warning and an explanation.
Feel free to skip this chapter when it gets too painful or tough for you. It is important to take care of yourself and your boundaries. ♥

Content/Trigger Warning: rough sex / dubious consent / sadism

Explanation: “Sexually depriving someone of air” refers to breath control in a BDSM context, also known as erotic asphyxiation or breath control play. This involves deliberately making it difficult for the passive partner (bottom) to breathe or temporarily stopping their breathing in order to increase sexual arousal. This practice is very dangerous and is controversial within the BDSM community, as it carries the risk of serious injury or even death.

Note: If you want to skip the Sex-Scene please scroll to
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and read from that below.
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“And you, my dear,” Teárlach turned to Huld, who was still standing next to him. “You will be a good girl and not open your eyes, alright? You will do as I say. And you will obey.”
Teárlachs Voice was dark, velvety, and there was a ring of delight in his tone when he said: „And now, drop your dress … whore.“
He heard Huld try to stifle the rising sobs in her chest with a clearing of her throat when she listened to the words he said.
Even if she had already given herself to him several times in his chamber, this was the first time he had insulted her so shamefully. She didn't know how to deal with it and before Huld could even form a clear thought, the quiet sob had already escaped her lips.
Teárlach now let go of her wrist, leaned expectantly against the edge of the pool at his back and looked up at her. His gaze seemed greedy.
With her eyes closed, Huld leaned forward wordlessly until her entire body was in the water so that she could pull the fabric of her wet dress over her body. Trembling, she held it between her hands. Her nipples were stiff from the cold water, which Teárlach noted with a lewd smile. “And now drop it,” he ordered, smiling with satisfaction as she complied with his order. He looked at Halef, who was still frozen in place, her mouth half open in panic, her lips trembling slightly. Teárlach saw and felt the fear in her eyes deep in his soul.
In case I have one, he thought with a chuckle and lifted his hand again, grasping Huld's fingers and slowly pulling her down to him in the water. For a brief moment he felt a hint of reluctance and he raised an eyebrow, but then her tension ease and she stepped next to him with her eyes still closed. The water now reached her stiff nipples and Teárlach licked his lips.
Oh, how he would love to suck on them. Gently at first, then with more pressure until the moment when he would bite. The idea of hearing Huld's painful moan sent a fire through his whole body straight down to his member, which twitched in anticipation.
“And now, sit on this dick,” he said with a growl before he pulled Huld into his lap. She gasped when his hands grabbed her knees to hook over his own and framed his legs.

Her master was a good lover, knew what he was doing, not like the blacksmith's son, who had simply laid on top of her and climaxed in three thrusts. The ruler's son was not the most tender of the men she had already pleasured herself with, but he was anxious for her to reach her climax too.
Well, she had to admit that she could reach it without too much trouble, because seeing him was enough to light a fire in her abdomen. He was handsome, mysterious and had something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. He was also exceptionally well-hung, so it didn't take much to give her an orgasm or two.
What she didn't know was that Teárlach was deliberately ignoring his dark obsessions. He played a tender and almost loving lover so that she would trust and feel affection for him, because then the pleasure was all the greater when he chose the moment to take out his dark desires on her. The fear in his victim's eyes, the knowledge that everything he had said and done only to humiliate her was a lie... the breaking of her trust, her devotion, her dependence in her own feelings towards him was what filled Teárlach with a deep satisfaction. The few nights he indulged in normal “lovemaking” were worth the feelings of absolute boredom and insignificance.
The fact that his father had now given him the generous gift of her service in the Hall of Ehlenestra was a stroke of luck. Or perhaps rather a gift from the dark forces he worshipped in secret.
“Oh fuck”, Huld whispered when she has lowered onto him, feeling him stretching out her pussy. She heard the amused chuckle of him and felt both of his hands trailing up her body to caress her breasts.
Oh, what a pleasure to know how much she likes to get fucked, thought Teárlach and he continued to knead her breasts harder until he pinched both nipples and tweaking them between his fingers. A moan escaped her lips while Teárlach looked at her younger sister which watched with horror the grotesque scene in where her sister got pleasured right in front of her. Halef closed her eyes in deep shame because she felt utterly humiliated. For one thing, she never wanted to see her sister in such a compromising scene and for another, she had never experienced the touch of a man on her body herself. She had never even experienced her first kiss.
If you close your eyes one more time, I will cut off your damn eyelids, do you understand me?
Halef flinched, opened her eyelids instantly and stared at Teárlach in fear.
Do. You. Understand. Me?
She nodded, bit her lip and looked at her master as a thick tear slid down her cheek.
“Oh, that's good,” he said and Huld laughed, thinking the words had been directed at her. As she took his words as confirmation that he was enjoying her sitting on him and controlling him with her gyrating movements. Huld felt his cock twitch hard inside her and when she started to bounce on him. Teárlach couldn't suppress a loud moan.
Her movements became faster as his cock hit directly into her sweet spot.
A whimper escaped her lips and she let herself sink against Teárlach's chest, his hands still on her heavy, soft breasts. She felt his hand suddenly wrap around her neck and squeeze it gently. The sloshing of the water at the edge of the pool, which was set in motion by their movements, masked the beautiful sounds her cunt would make if he fucked her on a bed or a table. She felt her heat inside coat his dick, making it for him so easy to fuck her relentlessly.
Teárlach thrusts became faster, deeper.
The air was suddenly heavy and humid as their panting breaths seem to start filling the sacred hall, Huld not knowing that they weren't alone.
She felt his fingers detach from her neck and slide to her nape instead. She wouldn't need for long to reach her climax and when his hand reached into her long hair, perhaps with a few whispered, sensual words, she would come in the next moment. What she didn't expect was for Teárlach to violently push her upper body under the water in the next moment, while his right arm held her immovable on his lap as she fought for her life.
Huld's scream, when Teárlach pushed her head under water made him feel a pleasure which thrummed its way through his veins, through his whole body. He locked his eyes with Halef which now started to sob. His thrusts were hard, strong, painful, even for him because Huld was kicking wildly underwater to escape him.
The heat inside him, down to his cock, seemed to burn him alive as he held Huld's wriggling body under control. He pounded into her cunt, his whole body was shaking and then he came.
Teárlach felt like he was shattering into thousands of pieces and a long, deep moan filled the room, mingling with the panicked sobs of Halef and the wheezing cough of Huld, who gasped desperately for air as she resurfaced, Teárlach having released her the moment he had poured himself into her.

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With a satisfied and contented sigh, Teárlach let himself sink back to the edge of the pool and licked his lips. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling the aftermath of his climax and savoring it. But Huld's panicked gasping for air, the desperate coughing and attempt to pump air into her burning lungs and the vomiting of the water she had inadvertently swallowed made him sigh in exasperation. Halef's soft weeping mingled with all the noises and filled the Sacred Hall together with the tears of defiled Huld. Teárlach slowly opened her eyelids and watched with a raised eyebrow as Huld realized that her sister was standing in the same pool as her. The horror was evident on her face as she realized that her younger sister had seen all of this. But the longing for comfort was so great that Huld staggered towards Halef, gasping for breath, deeply humiliated, disgraced, put on display. The pain of what had happened was greater than the shame inside her and she longed for security and reassurance. As she struggled on weak legs through the water to her sister, she fell into her sister's arms and broke down crying on her shoulder. Halef was filled with compassion and, with an agonized expression on her face, she embraced Huld, her cheek pressed against her sister's water-soaked hair to comfort her. She ignored the fact that Huld lay naked in her arms.
Halef's attempt to calm her with a gentle, soothing stroke of her hand on her wet back failed, as she only began to cry louder.
For a brief moment, Halef dared to raise his eyes and immediately lowered them again when they crossed with the amber-colored eyes of her master.
“Ssshhh, Huld,” she whispered, trying to control the panic rising within her. Only a fraction of a breath was enough for her to understand that they were not yet out of danger.
“Huld, please, please be quiet...” Halef begged her sister, her soft voice desperate. “I beg you.”
But Huld broke free from her sister's comforting embrace and looked at her indignantly. “Are you ... forbidding me ... to cry?” she asked, looking at Halef irritably. “Didn't you see how he treated me?”
The young girl avoided her older sister's gaze and answered in a whisper: “Yes ... yes, I did.” And the deep shame she still felt could be heard in her voice. Watching her sister indulge in her own lust without restraint, how she had been forbidden to move away and the threats of her master still made Halef's throat tight.
Now she stood here in the cool water, the wet fabric of her linen dress making her feel like she wanted to pull it under the surface, facing her naked sister, and the only thing she wanted was to escape, to leave this place of shame and blasphemy as quickly as possible.
This lingering, close to him, was a game with death.
“I beg you, let's just go,” Halef whispered, looking pleadingly at her sister, but Huld crossed her arms defiantly in front of her chest. Although her body was unconsciously trembling from the brutality that had befallen her, she turned her anger at what had happened against her own sister.
"Why are you still here? He told you that you could leave. Did you do that on purpose? Stay here even though our Lord sent you out? Is that why he pushed me under the water? Did I have to be punished for your reluctance?"
"What? No ... NO! What makes you think that?" Halef replied, startled and staring at her sister with wide eyes.
"But I heard him send you away, Halef. Why are you still here?"
“I... I...” Halef began quietly, but broke off. How was she supposed to tell her sister that she had heard him? In her own head? Would Huld believe her words?
There were many rumors about the ruler's son, many whispered words in dark corners and behind raised hands. There was talk of dark powers, of malevolent creatures he was in contact with, of the forces of death that he was able to harness. But those were just rumors, weren't they? Even if she had heard his voice inside her, as captivating as the life inside her, hadn't she imagined it all?
Was what she had experienced really true?
She suspected that if she confided in Huld, she would not be believed. She did not have the imagination to believe that her master was capable of doing so.
Halef pressed her lips together, holding back the rising sobs she felt in her throat. She glanced over the shoulder of her older sister, who stood before her, to her master and saw the knowledge of her thoughts in his eyes, the smug grin around his finely curved lips. He had a glass of wine in his hand, which he must have taken from the tray behind him during her conversation with Huld, which was stocked with fresh fruit, a bottle of wine and some cheese and bread. He held the wine glass nonchalantly in his hand and watched the two young women with amusement.
“It's your fault,” Huld suddenly shouted, and with these words Halef's attention returned to her.
Enraged, she struck out at her sister and hit her upper arm with her fist. Halef staggered back two steps in the cool water and stared at her sister in bewilderment.
"Huld, no! No, please, it wasn't my fault," Halef appealed to her as Teárlach's laughter suddenly rang loudly through the hall.
"Oh, what a joy it is to watch you two. Even the stages in Baldur's Gate can't offer such drama. This is even better than many a performance by an extremely talented bard," he laughed, placing the wine glass he had emptied next to the edge of the pool and raising his hands in mock applause. He recognized concern and fear on Halef's face, but Huld stared at him angrily over her shoulder.
“YOU!”
“Me?” Teárlach raised a dark eyebrow, mockery in his voice. He smiled, raised his right hand and inspected his fingernails before turning his gaze back to Huld, who glared at him angrily.
“How dare you mock what you have done to me?” she shouted angrily, while Halef, startled, put her hand on Huld's shoulder to hold her back. “Huld, no!”
“What I have done to you?” Teárlach's voice sounded soft, but the sharpness in his voice was clearly audible. Halef paled, all too aware of the blade they were literally walking on, and she pressed her fingers into her sister's flesh. “Huld! Let. Us. Go.”
But she pressed her lips together angrily and finally turned in Teárlach's direction, her arms still crossed in front of her breasts. Her blue eyes darkened with anger.
“Well, judging by your sighs, I'd say you had a lot of fun riding my dick after all.”
“How dare you?” Huld repeated and Halef took two steps back, startled, as she saw Teárlach straighten up. As he stood in the first, shallower pool, the water only just went over his pubic area.
The water beaded down over his athletic body, his wet hair hanging in his face. A thick strand of black hair stuck across his nose, down his cheek to his earlobe, giving the viewer the feeling of looking into a split face.
“How dare I?” he asked with a smile on his lips and a light laugh, but this sounded neither pleased nor amused. It sounded menacing.
He stepped slowly into the deeper pool, his face turned slightly downwards, but he looked from below at Huld, who was still staring at him angrily, unable to recognize the danger she was in. Her younger sister was smarter, as Teárlach could see from her tense body and the fear in her blue eyes. He smirked.