Elowen and Thalion: Chapter 3 (Part 2)
In the third section of the second narrative starring Elowen and Thalion, this episode must be self-contained. For additional background, please see these prior Elowen & Thalion stories: Chapter 1: A Compelled Union: , Chapter 2: Shadows of Bondage: , Chapter 3: Evening Pledge: Fourth Elowen & Thalion narrative: Chapter 1 of this story: Second chapter of this history:
Within a few moments of returning to the castle, Elowen cast a look at Thalion. Stiff lines grew around his neck and his fingers fiddled with the indentation of his skydancer's spine.
"My... Thalion." She traced his arm. "What's happening?"
He covered her fingers with his own. "Finding this happening as Ferin comes to visit and a pit of dark magic spawns on my lands feels very convenient."
A shiver ran down Elowen. "What do we do?"
"I don't know." He illustrated his jaws with lace-like thread. "A coordinated effort between The Lord's Flesh and the bloomfae maintained the gap until I could attempt once more."
"We?" She enwove her fingers in his. "I thought they needed my energy."
A soft smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, part of my plan." He placed his lips close to her temple. "Opting to observe your blush as you undulate with bliss."
An embarrassment and recollected desire seized Elowen's pelvis, and she wrapped the skydancer under her snugly.
"Precisely like that." Thalion glided a thumb across her cheekbone, then released her. "The bloomfae gotta preserve that pit for the time being, therefore they require our energetic assistance."
Ahead, Pyreheart stood at the conclusion of the road, the sea clashing against the cliffs. The castle blazed like it dwelt amongst a blaze, obsidian archways delineating darkened accents of the flickering flames. Thalion steered his mount across the drawbridge, hooves clashed on the planks. He helped Elowen dismount, his palms resting behind her hips.
As he stood her down, he cupped her face. The grave expression alarmed Elowen and her heart pounded against her ribs. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Ferin likely desires guest rights."
She furrowed her brows. "We've agreed to his lodging in the fortress, and we'll provide for him as well. What more would he request?"
Thalion's silver eye brows arched. "As an eirnacht, he may require reinvigoration, seeing as how the trip could've tired him. Conventional procedures, I would offer him fairy dust, but in our circumstance, that choice is unavailable."
Elowen's abdomen sank. "My goodness...?" He meant for her...
Thalion sighed and wove his lips over her forehead. "You are the lone water initiate at this castle. He has a claim to you as a deceived student."
Elowen crossed her arms, clutching herself. A different human's fingers wandering around her breasts. The notion conjured excitement in her breath, simultaneously eliciting mounting fears. She had never intimate connection with any man but Thalion. Submitting to a stranger... The idea incited arousal through her.
Within her, the moondrop bloom expanded toward the source of light. She was an eirnacht, and the calling craved its reward. Edging her chin up, she fixed her gaze on Thalion's eyes. "If you command it, lord."
Thalion diverted his gaze. "Ritual and mandatory orders pull us both." His gaze returned to her. "If he asks for you, keep in mind the tabu. He's not famous for his moderation."
Fears and urges, familiar sensations, engulfed Elowen again. "Yes, my lord." These words pained her heart, the recent moment of intimacy in the forest shattered.
But what if this connection pleased her? What would a wanton thing imply about her?
Thalion scratched his jaw, his eyebrows raising as he glanced at her. Eventually, he waved his arm. "Let's go. We need to welcome our visitor."
She smoothed her skirts and took his arm, entering Pyreheart Castle. There, the cozy light of the fading sun was contrasted with the tension in the air. The hall was packed with people from the castle, their plates piled high with food. The aroma of salt mixed with exotic smells filled the room, with blue smoke seeping from the fireplaces, ready for the coming cold.
Lord Ferin Shiningsun shining in his golden banner sat at the top table. Servants swarmed around him, bringing him wine and arranging platters of delicious delights.
Thalion's messenger, a slender sidhe with silvery hair and a commanding demeanor, stepped up. "Introducing Thalion of Pyreheart, Master of Fire, and Lady Elowen, Apprentice of Water." His booming voice filled the enormous hall, drowning out the chatter of people.
Elowen's blue dress glittered like a clear sky compared to Thalion's red tunic. The crowd rose, bows and curtsies ringing through the air. Thalion disregarded them, leading Elowen to the dais with a firm grip. She gasped as she felt a smirk on Ferin's face, his backside planted firmly on his chair.
Thalion flashed a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes while tightening his muscles. "Lord Ferin. You seem comfortable in your chair."
The crowd fell silent, their attention shifting between the two fire eirnachts.
Ferin pushed out the chair where Elowen would usually sit. "I thought I would spare you the humiliation of greeting a visitor in the courtyard."
"How considerate." Thalion's deep voice echoed through the room. He had Elowen sit and took his place, putting her between the two fire eirnachts. "Was your trek enjoyable?"
"A bit exhausting." Scorn gleamed in Ferin's starry eyes, his eyebrows lifting. "Your hospitality would be greatly appreciated."
Elowen's heart thumped against her chest as Thalion stroked her face. He said to Ferin, "What do you think, my lady?"
Her hands clutched at her skirt as she kept her voice level. "If Lord Ferin needs help, I can assist him, my lord."
"This evening is shaping up nicely." Ferin bared his teeth, sending a shiver of fear down Elowen's spine. "As entertaining as it would be to tease the stoic lord of Pyreheart, I came hungry to your home."
Thalion's thumb pressed on Elowen's neck, revealing a hint of anger. "Did you sneak along my edges, Ferin?"
"For those from the Twilight, it's not uncommon to work with corrupted flames." Ferin leaned back in his chair, perching his knee on the edge of the table. "I'd be glad to help you, for one of those secret contracts your people like."
Thalion's nostrils flared. "I neither need nor request your help."
The tension between them caused a shiver to travel down Elowen's spine. "My lord, shall we eat?"
Thalion's hand entwined with her hair before he replied, his breath brushing against her chest. "I'd rather feast on you." Ferin's words sparked a desire in Elowen, despite her fear.
Thalion's arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Guest rights entitle you to one location. Would you like to choose where, Ferin?" Elowen trembled under his hold, unsure if they were playing a game or not.
"I don't want to eat you in front of everyone." Ferin's hands roamed up her leg. "I want time and tools."
Thalion grinned, his fingers playing with her hair. "If you talk like a human, I'll respond like a human and challenge you to a fight." He smirked, showing off his sharp teeth. "Actually, I think I will do that."
Ferin's gaze darkened, but his fingers stayed on Elowen's leg. "At least my guest rights will let you leave here unharmed."
"No." Thalion caressed her neck, and she leaned into his touch. "You'll agree to share her with me, or we'll dance with fire."
Elowen's eyes locked with Ferin, the Twilight sidhe shifting his gaze. "I'll share her. Shall we go to your dungeons?"
A visible thread tangled in Elowen's shoulders loosened up. At least Thalion would be there. Tabu or not, Ferin smelt like fire and danger and death.
"No." Thalion gave the other eirnacht a cold smile. "We'll eat first."
Despite the mere thought of food making her stomach turn, she was thankful for the break as Ferin took his hand off and the servants brought in the first dish.
Elowen tripped over the doorstep into the circular room situated at Pyreheart's highest tower. The shutters stood open, permitting the night breeze to pass through the room, and she rubbed her arms, cold and terror making goosebumps on her skin.
Thalion and Ferin came in after her, the door banging shut behind them, making her jump.
Ferin's hand on her lower back pushed her forward. "Nice." His voice held a low growl that stirred apprehension at the edges of her spirit, shivers of fearful excitement running through her.
She knew all the items in this room. The cross-shaped whipping post against the wall, the bench long enough and wide enough for her body to be secured to, the saddle-rack where Thalion liked to stretch her.
But next to the couch in front of the fire was a new addition – an unfamiliar box.
"Well?" Thalion folded his arms. "What do you want from her?"
Ferin laughed low and menacing. He pointed at Elowen. "Disrobe."
The command roared the flames of desire. She quivered in front of them, shame driving her desire higher. Thalion's cool look offered no hint of his wishes.
Elowen gulped and began untying her corset with shaky hands. The blue gown skated off her shoulders, pooling at her ankles. She held her hands on the chemise.
"All of it." The stars in his eyes swirled together, gleaming with malice.
The silk brushed against her skin as she pulled the undergarment up over her head. Her hands spread out to protect herself, but Ferin snapped her fingers away. "Lock your fingers behind your head, display yourself."
Elowen's eyes fell on Thalion, but he remained uninterested. Her heart sank, even as need surged through her. Had the moment in the forest even happened between them? She tucked her fingers into her dark curls, thrusting her back out.
Ferin squeezed her nipples, hardening them. His fingers danced over her breast, exploring the valley between them as she shivered beneath his touch. He moved his thumbs down, brushing her ribs, gliding over her belly, then stopping at the tangle of hair around her womanhood. Elowen blushed, even as her muscles tensed, desire tickling her lower body.
Ferin laughed into her eyes and parted her thighs, Inserting his fingers into her slit. Elowen cried out in embarrassing enjoyment as his palm struck her mound.
"Already moist." He plunged his finger in deeper, making her inner walls spasm. "Humans like being on their knees?"
"She's a water eirnacht." Thalion ran his fingers across her silver chain attached to her ogham rune. "She needs your fire as she's fairy." His fingers brushed her breasts, the familiar pain reminding her of an old friend. "Why are you so obsessed with humans?"
"I've had a few of them lately." Ferin pulled his fingers away and displayed them to her.
Elowen obediently sucked her taste from him, tasting her own fluids, softened by the aroma of moondrops. Her head tilted up to Thalion.
A booted foot slapped her breasts. "No." Ferin twisted her nipples and Elowen gasped, arching her back. "Tonight, I'll be in control." He dragged her away from Thalion and signaled at the unfamiliar box. "Choose these, woman."
She would be used on her. The idea excited Elowen – fear and excitement and the agony of Thalion's distance struggling within her. She wobbled towards the box, Ferin's orders lighting a fire within her.
Inside a container, there were such items as paddles, whips, canes, and blindfolds among others. There was moisture on the thing's wooden exterior, which made Elowen's fingertips wet when she touched it. Inside her, the liquid pearl of her strength vibrated. She could smell the foul odor coming from a pit in a meadow. Her eyes moved towards Ferin, but his gaze remained on her back. His trousers were bulging with strong desire.
Elowen traced her fingers along the container's edge, feeling the remaining traces of magic in the corners which murmured a song about stagnant waters. A hand grabbed her by the neck.
"Choose," Ferin's low growl resounded within her. They were bound by guesthood obligations, and it might not amount to anything. She would reveal this to Thalion later.
Almost randomly, she retrieved two clamps connected by a chain, a paddle with silver spikes, and a carved wooden wand. Without any encouragement, she knelt in front of Ferin, her heart pounding against the confinement of her ribs as she laid the items out.
He picked up the clamps, examining the sharp edges. "Show me your breasts."
Elowen gasped for air and arched her back, her breasts tingling. A shudder swept through her as Ferin massaged her nipples, hardening them. Cold metal pinched her sensitive flesh and she winced, her legs spread by themselves, yearning desired between her legs.
He gave the wand another look before thrusting it between her legs. The rounded nub rubbed against her loins, provoking the pulsing need within her.
"Please, my lord." She uncharacteristically pushed her pelvis forward but he took the wand away.
"No. This is a prize you have not won yet." Ferin grabbed a strand of her hair, forcibly guiding her to kneel in front of Thalion. "Rest your chest against his lap."
"What kind of depravity is this?" Thalion's fingers wandered up Elowen's back, her captive breasts squashing against him.
"Use your penis to gag her." Ferin swung the paddle around, its spikes hitting Elowen's thighs and buttocks.
Thalion untied himself, revealing a pale phallus keen to obey. Elowen opened her mouth and engulfed his head, her tongue making spirals. Ferin's fingers gripped her back, preventing her from taking her lips away.
The paddle lashed through the air, the silver studs inflicting their agony on Elowen. Simultaneously, she was aware of Thalion's member filling her mouth and Ferin's strikes. Pain inundated her, transforming the arousal between her legs into a burning need.
The tip of the wand was inserted between her legs, its rounded nub massaging her gem. The chain between her breasts pulled, causing a painful sensation.
"What is happening here?" Thalion's hand held Elowen's head, and he moved his hips, thrusting his erection.
"Shut her up with your dick." Ferin hit her again, the paddle creating marks on her ass.
Thalion let go of her head and Elowen started licking his penis, moaning. The clamps bound to her breasts restricted her mobility in the process.
Ferin grabbed her yet again and again, and the paddle slapped her rump. The strikes were speedy, devoid of any hesitation for her to recovery. His hands made her squirm against Thalion's lap, her tormented breasts squashing him.
The energy inside her increased, accompanied by light sparks. The need for these men drove her mad.
Oh, I knew who it was when I heard that harsh tone and felt the rough hands tugging me away from the sweet taste of honey. "She is an eirnacht and longs for fire," the voice said coldly, not leaving any room for argument. My neck was squeezed tightly, forcing me forward and positioning me over the saddle-rack. I could hear the ringing of metal on my chest as the chain dangling from my breasts clinked against the ogham rune. "You'll take her mouth," came the command.
"Do you think her mouth can release my light?" The question came accompanied by the touch of a hard cock at my lips.
I held on to the warm hips in front of me and moved my lips over the head, my body squirming against the wooden saddle-rack. I felt my core ache with desire, despite the emptiness there.
"Yes, I know it can. But we'll find out when it happens." The man behind me did not hesitate any longer and slammed into me, filling my mouth with his cock and making me work it with my lips. As the man thrust into my mouth, another hard object entered my ass. "Elowen," he said, driving me wild with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The room seemed to fill with light as the silver spilled from the man in front of me. I could feel my core erupting with ecstasy, stretching to accommodate the new sensations. My power pulsed within me.
I gasped, as the power coursed through me, bringing me back to myself. I looked down and saw a blue glow surrounding the ogham rune at my neck.
"Prove you can match me." It was Thalion's voice, the one behind me. One hand held me steadily to the rack while the other hip forced itself against mine, nails digging into my waist. The wand slid into my ass, moving in time with Thalion's cock.
At the same time, Ferin gripped my hair and thrust into my mouth, forcing me to swallow and breathe. I could barely keep up with him, not to mention Thalion, who hammered frantically into my behind.
I was stretched tight between the two men, my body dancing in time with the fiery wands that assaulted me. I felt their flames licking at my soul, threatening to destroy me.
The dick in my mouth flared against my thin lips, and Ferin suddenly stopped moving. With a scream, I felt rivers of silver pour out of him and through the rune around his neck, it glowed with a deep red hue. Simultaneously, Thalion's cock in my ass was still inside me, but his power teased and pushed against my inner walls.
Blue and red waves of warmth or pain washed over me, mixing with each other as I swallowed Ferin's seed.
"We're completed," Thalion murmured in my ear. He lifted me off the saddle-rack, and the weight disappeared from my chest.
"Wait!" Ferin called out, trying to get back to me.
With a rough shove, Thalion knocked him back, then turned back to me. "There's no time," he said, carrying me from the room.
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