haebin

Hello my dear ones. Thank you so much for being here and reading the next chapter. But first, I will explain a little bit what is going on, I think.
In this chapter, a new character appears who will play an important role later in the story.

This character is Linet, a young maid in a sexual relationship with Teárlach.
Their relationship is characterized by very intense, rough sex, but it occurs with Linet's consent, as I'm placing her within the realm of BDSM. This means we're entering the darker aspects of sexual experience, which are nevertheless based on Linet's consent.

I've done a lot of research on this topic, and I hope I'm meeting the needs of the sub/dom community (BDSM).

It's up to you whether you choose to read this chapter or not. Whatever you decide, please take care of yourself. ♥

Content Warning: Blowjob, Deepthroat, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub

For a few years, Linet had been one of his favorite bedmates, and unlike Kagha, whose lust for more and power had ultimately led to her death, he had no plans to get rid of this maid. She was a depraved little slut, always ready for a quick fuck.
The maid loved it when he took her rough and he reveled in it when Linet moaned or whimpered with pleasure. She always did that when he hit her, for example.
Teárlach remembered the first time he slapped her face during the act and was surprised to hear the ecstatic moans she uttered. Instantly, an almost unbearable heat filled his body, a longing that wanted to be satisfied.
When Linet's moans filled the room, Teárlach lost control, leaned forward, and grabbed her blonde hair brutally, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. But that wasn't his target; it was her shoulder, which he bit uncontrollably, his mouth filled with her sweat-drenched flesh. A growl formed deep in his throat as he tasted her hot, metallic-tasting blood on his tongue.
When he lifted his lips from her shoulder and his gaze fell on her face, reddened with passion, he felt his manhood pulsing painfully with lust and desire.
Teárlach wanted to see her blue eyes darken with lust, the color of the sea changing to that of the deepest night, as he thrust deep into her, so deep that he almost rammed her cervix. His fingertips, resting between her breasts, felt her rapid heartbeat, an uncontrolled dance of lust and madness, and he grinned with satisfaction.

He could hear the blood rushing hot through her veins, saw her chest rising and falling heavily. As he thrust into her more and more violently, Linet bit her lower lip so hard that blood flowed from it too. Without hesitation, Teárlach pressed his lips to her blood-stained lips, tasting it, drinking in her lust, and unconsciously placing his hand around her throat. The ecstatic moans that escaped Linet's lips made Teárlach feel a burning sensation inside him, a fire so all-encompassing that it was almost unbearable for him. This sweet, sweet consuming pain in his loins...
Linets desperate attempt to breathe as his fingers pressed into her throat sounded to him like the sweetest symphony he had ever heard.
A grin slipped across Teárlach's lips as he thought about how the look in her eyes, which resembled the calm sea on a summer's day, darkened so much with passion that they almost appeared black, regardless of whether he slapped her hard across the face or his hand left deep marks on her large, soft breasts or her voluminous buttocks.
If he didn't know better than that she was just a half-elf from the swamplands east of Blackwater Country, he would have thought her a succubus, a gift from the depths of hell just for him.

Without knocking, he had opened the door to the chamber and his first glance had fallen on Tegau, a human woman working in the fields next to the castle. When she saw him, her eyes wide, he could see naked fear in her gaze. He chuckled. She was considerably younger than Linet, but she seemed like an old matron.
Tegau wasn't really ugly, more average. Uninteresting, boring. Mouse-brown, straight hair that reached just past her shoulders, but which she always wore in a boring, severe bun. Her eyes were a plain brown that reminded him neither of the fruit of the hazelnut tree nor the silky fur of a deer. Her lips were thin, one front tooth slightly protruding over the other. Her body seemed emaciated from hard work in the fields, but was still muscular. Nevertheless, Teárlach preferred women who had a little more meat on their ribs, where he could press his fingers into the curves of those who served him.
Tegau worked at the castle since she was a child and he had the pleasure of pulling her into a corner and fucking her on a few occasions. It was fast, hard, she'd kept her mouth shut and let it happen. And Teárlach had quickly grown tired of her and turned to others.
When he felt unbearable pressure in his loins and she unsuspectingly crossed his path, he pulled her into the nearest dark corner, pushed up her skirt, and took her with violent, short thrusts until he groaned and came inside her. She was just a means to an end, just a way to get relief. Linet, who obviously had a penchant for being dominated and humiliated, gave him more pleasure. Or the maids who suffered when he took them in every conceivable way. The suppressed sobs of wounded souls, the hot tears sliding down their cheeks, the disgust they felt, the inner and physical pain they experienced ... it was as if he was tasting the sweetest wine his tongue had ever tasted. When he was able to assert his will, he was always filled with a deep satisfaction. It wasn't just a physical pleasure when he was the one on control.
When his playmates—or victims—realized that he had the power to end their lives in a single moment. Nothing else gave him such fulfillment. Except perhaps the dark desire to indulge in blood, open wounds, and murder. At that moment, deep satisfaction filled every pore of his body, an unparalleled climax accompanied by intense lust.

Without saying a word, Tegau quickly sat up, grabbed her thin blanket, and crept past him, shoulders hunched and head bowed, eyes fixed on the floor, toward the door. With an amused grin, Teárlach closed the door behind him and leaned against its thick wood. He crossed his arms over his chest and let his gaze wander over Linet, who sat on her poor camp with an inviting smile on her lips.
“My lord,” she began, bowing her head submissively. Her voice sounded sultry, seductive. Teárlach chuckled again.
“What brings you to my humble chamber at this hour?”
His amber gaze slid over Linet's long hair, which reached down to her waist but was tied back at the nape of her neck at that moment. This gave him a clear view of her long, elegant neck and the curve of her breasts, for her nightgown had a deep, round neckline. As she sat on her camp, her arms outstretched so that her hands touched the mattress, she presented the ruler's son with a promising sight, as this posture pressed her breasts together.
Teárlach moistened his lips, felt the blood rushing through his veins and the lust for her body forming into a burning desire in his loins and focused on the hardening of his cock. The craving to throw her onto the bed, spread her legs and fuck her senseless was so very tempting.
But not now ... not now ...
Nevertheless, it would not surprise him if a moan were already slipping over those wonderful, full lips at the fact that she wasn't far from feeling his dick stretching out her pussy.

As he stood directly in front of Linet and looked down at her, she gazed up at him with her large, bright blue eyes. Her lips were still parted and Teárlach noticed how her chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of what was to come. The view of her breasts made him pull his lower lip between his teeth and bite it lustfully.
Who could resist such a beautiful view of a full cleavage?
Linets aroused nipples pressed through the thin fabric of her nightgown, while her fingertips were intertwined and lay in her lap.
Teárlach smirked when he noticed that they were trembling slightly with excitement. She couldn't wait to touch him, to give herself to him. He could see all of this in her. The signs were clear. The excited sparkle in her eyes, her bated breath, the tension that gripped her body. Yet she held back, sitting motionless on her humble bed, waiting. Waiting for him doing the first step.
Oh, such a good girl, he thought with delight. She is waiting for my command.
Teárlach chuckled.
It seems I raised her well.
“How about...” He paused, grinning lustfully as he saw her eyes glisten with desire. “...you grab my dick and stroke it?”
Linet bit her lip as she listened to his words and just a breath later, Teárlach felt her fingertips brush lightly against his cock beneath the fabric of his robe. He groaned, let his head fall back, closed his eyes and licked his lips, focused only on Linet's touch which set his whole body in flames.
“I told you to grab it,” he said with a heavy breath. “Be a good girl and do as I say.”
A loud sigh slipped over Teárlach's full lips when he felt her grabbing his dick while he still was fully clothed. Her thumb stroked firmly over the head of his hard member.
„Ah, yes.... such a good, devoted little slut.“
He laughed softly, opened his eyes and looked down at her as she watched with devotion as his cock hardened under her hands.
“Stop,” Teárlach said suddenly and Linet looked up at him, uncertain. “Hands down.”
She immediately withdrew her hands and placed them in her lap. He recognized a hint of indecision in her eyes and without even thinking of reading her mind, he knew she was wondering if she had upset him.

But Teárlach left her question unanswered. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to undress. He had detested his outfit all evening, because the black velvet fabric of his lower garment had made him hot and he had been sweating since he entered the Great Hall. The dark gray sleeveless robe he wore over it was made of thick, scratchy fabric and the metal scales that extended from his chest to just above his elbows were heavy and uncomfortable. Teárlach carelessly dropped all the trinkets he was wearing onto the floor.
The cool air in the maid's chamber was a relief, and as he reached for the edge of his underwear to pull it down over his hips, he saw his bulging cock pressing against the fabric.
Teárlach's gaze fell on Linet, who sat before him like a marble statue, motionless, her chest barely rising and falling. But the passionate, expectant hunger in her blue eyes spoke for itself.
As he pushed his underwear down with his fingers, his full and hardened cock sprang free.
“What a sight,” whispered the maid lustfully, eliciting a laugh from Teárlach.
“On your knees then,” he purred as he took two steps back. Linet rose from her humble camp, only to sink back down onto her knees. She resignedly tilted her head back and looked up at her master.
Teárlach reached for her chin, slowly sliding his thumb over her full lower lip.
A fire shot right into his cock when the tip of Linet's tongue touched his finger and moistened it with her saliva. With a grin, he pulled his hand back.
“Open,” he demanded, watching as she opened her mouth. “Stick your tongue out.”

Linet did as she was told, and Teárlach grabbed his dick by its base, bringing it closer to her face until its wet tip passed her lips.
A slight moan escaped Linet's lips as he pushed his cock inside and she felt the heaviness on her tongue.
“Suck,” he ordered, and a shudder ran through his body as Linet obeyed his command. The feeling of her tongue slowly sliding over his skin, the warm, moist heat enveloping his cock, her saliva pooling in her mouth, made him groan.
His moan became louder when he grabbed her hair with both hands, pushed further, and heard her make a small gagging sound.
This reflex, this contraction of her throat, the gagging, made Teárlach unconsciously thrust his hips forward, deeper into her throat. She gagged again, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin while her eyes began to tear up.
„Yes, be a good girl“, Teárlach whispered and started to fuck her throat roughly. „Be the good obedient little whore you are.“
Linet chocked and gagged with every hard thrust the Elf made and he groaned loudly in pleasure, being so close to his high. When he felt Linets Hands suddenly grabbing his hips, pressing her fingers in his flesh and listening to her whimpering noises, he thrusted with a few strong hips until he came with a long high moan in her throat. He quickly grabbed her chin, pushing it up so that she was forced to swallow his cum.
His cock was so deep in her throat that her nose pressed into the sweaty flesh of his abdomen. Feeling his cock twitch and pulse he let his head fall back. His whole body shattered when he felt her swallow his cum.
“Good girl,” he gasped, stroking her hair almost tenderly as her tears wet his skin.

As Teárlach slipped from her throat and mouth, Linet leaned forward, gagging, trying to catch her breath. Her chin was wet with her own saliva, and she wiped it dry with her trembling hand. She felt Teárlach pat her head as if she were a dog that had successfully performed a trick.
But wasn't she? An obedient little dog, eager to please her master? Out of the corner of her eye, the young half-elf saw Teárlach walk past her, and then she heard the old wood of her bed creak as he sank down onto it.