Choose Your Chains (Closed for haremfaery)

[haremfaery]

"Go back?" Desire didn't have time to wonder why, the elf on the horse was already calling Cillian's name. She stood quietly letting the talk. She didn't miss the hatred pointed in his direction. She should be used to it by now--everyone despised tieflings. Her people were being punished for something their ancestors did a millennia ago. It wasn't like she had a choice as to who her many-great grandparents were.

Cillian's father? Farceran? He told her his last name was Heart. Had he been easing her since her name was Desire? If so, it didn't seem funny.

She looked at her lover for help in how to handle this situation. But he never took his eyes from his father. Many thoughts ran through her head. She could be blunt and brazen, thrust out her chest, and tell the arrogant elf she was Cillian's lover, not his friend. Should she be awkward and shy? That wasn't a ruse she could maintain with a man like this. She decided to be the bigger person.

She gathered all the charm she could muster and smiled up at the elf acting as if she hadn't heard that what he really meant to call her was "whore." She made a graceful curtsy. "Sir." She kept any hint of sarcasm from her voice. "I am honored to meet you." She acted as if she had just been introduced to the king of all Norstina.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian bristled. He knew what his father was doing—what his father was implying.

"My boy, I heard a rumor you were no longer a spy for our nation. Is that true?"

The half-elf squeezed Desire's hand like he was trying to reassure her, or maybe himself. If Cillian thought she'd be safe alone, he'd have told her to stay behind, to run. He didn't know who else was on these streets, if his father would send someone after her, or if his brother would feel compelled to cause problems.

"Yes. Another spy was caught, tortured, and gave up a safe house location. I was in a dungeon in the capital city, and then Desire helped me escape."

"Oh, my boy, have your skills floundered in some way? I thought you were an expert at slipping away. Obviously, you weren't planning on visiting your family, so why would you come to Ulfamel?"

"WE found intelligence that The Empire was planning on attacking this city. It was my responsibility to warn people." Cillian's tone was practiced politeness. The father and son spoke through forced grins.

"You defended our home?" Ailred smiled. "I thought you would have forgotten us all by now."

"I wouldn't let innocent people die." There was an implication in his voice that Ailred didn't count as innocent.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. We have much to discuss, Cillian." Ailred looked at Desire again. "Desire, would you like to have dinner with my family before you leave?" It was difficult to make a dinner invite sound like a threat, as well as there being no choice in the matter, yet Ailred managed to do somehow.

Cillian's grip on Desire's hand tightened.

 

[haremfaery]

Apparently there was a lot that Cillian hadn't told her. His father was an arrogant prick if ever she met one. Cillian had led her to believe that his parents had been a love match. How could the man love anyone, let alone a human? Besides that, the man had to audacity to casually drop that his son was a spy for anyone to hear.

Desire put her other hand on top of Cillian's where he was clutching hers. No imperious patriarch was going to threaten her.

With her smile still firmly planted on her face, (she even made it reach her eyes to seem genuine), she said, "Sir, I would be honored to accept your invitation. However, your son and I were just leaving on urgent business. Perhaps when we come back this way, we can take you up on your gracious offer." You condescending poor excuse for a father. No wonder Cillian left for 30 years.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Ailred's laugh was condescending.

"Oh, Desire. I should have been clearer. Cillian is coming with me. He has obligations he must fulfill now that his fate is no longer in the hands of the spymasters. I'm simply asking if you'd like to join him."

Several elf house guards appeared behind them, almost completely blocking the way to the gate, leaving just enough space for a tiefling to squeeze through.

Cillian turned to her. There was so much he wanted to tell her then, but he couldn't. Not with everyone else around. If his father understood what Desire meant to him, he'd use her as a bargaining chip, perhaps under threat if he didn't comply. He released her hand.

"It's your decision, Desire." His voice was cold and uncaring.

 

[haremfaery]

What in Seven Hells?

Lord Ailred the Lousy was actually using his guards to detail Cillian? Times like this made her happy she'd run away from home and never looked back. And her father was never a dick--just didn't care about her once her mother died.

Why was Cillian acting so cold towards her? Would she ever figure him out? Would he ever stop keeping secrets from her? She was hurt and confused. No way was she going to just walk away. She looked at Cillian trying to read him.

"Thank you for including me, sir. I would be honored to accept your invitation." She gave him a winning smile. For now, she would play everything straight and take whatever His Highness the Arrogant Shit said at face value. And hope that she could talk to Cillian alone very soon.

She smiled reassuringly at Cillian but didn't take his hand.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Two more white horses were brought up, one for each of the duo. What Cillian wouldn't give to be able to talk to Desire telepathically right now. There was so much he needed to tell her very fast before everything went sideways on him. The horses trotted towards a 'better' part of the city. The streets were cleaner, the houses larger, with well-manicured stands of trees and soft grass around them, all still contained in the protective walls of Ulfamel. As they went further along the street, the houses got larger and larger until they reached the end where a large mansion sat atop a hill. The horses were guided to a stable where everyone could dismount.

Ailred led them inside. They were greeted by servants who took cloaks and weapons, assuring the owners they'd be kept safe. Cillian nodded his head to Desire as he handed over the daggers and shortsword. But other than that, his expression was somewhere between cold and absolutely miserable. Then he looked down the hall and saw a fair-haired elf maiden. Both broken into a run to embrace each other. Cillian spun the girl around until his back was no longer turned to Desire.

Cillian was smiling, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Gods, Phyrra. When I left, you were so small. What happened?"

"You were gone for 30 years, dumbass."

"Phyrra!" Ailred snapped.

"Sorry, father."

Phyrra went back to hugging Cillian, and they started whispering. She turned around and walked up to Desire. She hugged her and said, "Thank you for bringing him home safely." Then she started whispering in Desire's ear, "Cillian says, please trust him. He—"

"Phyrra, give our guest some space."

"Yes, father. Desire, I'd love to ask you about your adventures with Cillian. He was secretive even before he was a spy, and I can't imagine it's made him anymore talkative. Here, let me take you to your room." Phyrra took her hand and began to pull her down the hall when another elf woman appeared. She was stunningly beautiful with cream white skin, crystal blue eyes, long flowing hair that was stunningly pale blond, almost white.

Then she said, "Oh, Cillian! I'm so glad to see that my husband has finally returned home."

 

[haremfaery]

Desire watched the streets and houses change. The she saw the mansion at the top of the hill. Ailred really was a Lord High Muckety Muck. Why had she thought Cillian was a street rat much like herself? His manners should have given him away, but she had never stopped to think he might be some highborn lordling. Why in Seven Hells had he become a spy. Then she remembered Ailred. Yeah, she would have run away far and very fast the first chance she got.

But if Cillian's father lived in Ulfamel--if this is where he grew up, why didn't he tell her?

It wasn't a good idea for Desire to be walking the streets with twin swords on her back, so they were safely stowed in the pack that Cillian was carrying. At least she didn't have to give those up and she could grab them and go if she had to. The way things were going, she just might.

Seeing Phyrra and Cillian together made Desire smile. The elf maid was fair like her father. And a breath of spring after the cold treatment of his father.

The girl gave Desire an unexpected hug and whispered, "Cillian says, please trust him. He—"

"Phyrra, give our guest some space."

Desire kept her face neutral. She had so many questions, she wanted to drag Cillian into a room and get all the answers. Now.

"Yes, father. Desire, I'd love to ask you about your adventures with Cillian. He was secretive even before he was a spy, and I can't imagine it's made him anymore talkative. Here, let me take you to your room." Phyrra took her hand and began to pull her down the hall when another elf woman appeared. She was stunningly beautiful with cream white skin, crystal blue eyes, long flowing hair that was stunningly pale blond, almost white.

Then she said, "Oh, Cillian! I'm so glad to see that my husband has finally returned home."

Just as Desire was looking forward to speaking to Cillian's half-sister and finding out what was going on, she received that thoroughly unexpected gut punch.

She balled her fists and pressed her lips together so she wouldn't scream at Cillian. Or run away in tears. She looked from the woman--the most beautiful creature she had even seen--to Cillian, and then to Ailred. The smug look on his face helped her regain control. She wouldn't give that arrogant prick the satisfaction of either reaction.

She just stood there looking at Cillian, her face schooled into a neutral mask. She realized she was rubbing her thumb along the ring he had given her. She glanced at his hand to see if he had slipped off his own.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian slipped the ring from his finger, glad that he hadn't worn enough to leave a mark or tan line, and slipped it into her pocket.

"Sister, she is the love of my life, and she doesn't know about Siora. I put a ring in your pocket. Give it to her. Tell her I need to explain and ask her to wait for me. Don't mention Siora. I need to be the one to tell her."

Cillian watched his sister, the only one in his family he was sad to leave behind, walk swiftly to Desire.

Please, hurry. Please, hurry. Please, hurry.

Phyrra began ushering Desire away. This was going to work. He'd have time to explain the whole complicated situation.

"Oh, Cillian! I'm so glad to see that my husband has finally returned home," Siora said.

Everything went to hell so fast. He wanted to look to Desire to apologize, to explain, to plead, but to do so now would mean revealing what she meant to him in this nest of vipers. Everything was crashing around him, and he had to keep his face like stone.

"Siora," he answered. He hoped his sister would keep pulling Desire away, knowing that doing so probably wouldn't cause her to budge.

At least, Tarron isn't here to see this.

Terron was Cillian's older half-brother. All three siblings had a different mother. The Farceran family tree was very complicated. It was one of the reasons Cillian took his mother's name, Heart.

-----

Phyrra had been so young when Cillian left. But they'd been inseparable since she was born. When she was a baby, and no one else could get her to stop crying, most of the time, all Cillian had to do was pick her up. When she was young, she never understood why her mother, Ealirel of house Tranan, seemed to despise him. After Cillian left, and Phyrra grew older, she understood what Cillian represented—a reminder that Ailred would stray as he'd done with his first wife, Kythaela.

But to blame the boy for the sins of the father was a foolish decision. It's what prompted Ealirel to try to marry Cillian off and get him out of the house. This would set off a chain of events that led her here.

Phyrra pulled on Desire's hand and whispered. "Please. We have to go."

-----

Tarron, the eldest Farceran child, watched from through a crack in the door. Cillian was a great liar, stone-faced, and implacable when he needed to be. Phyrra had many talents. Being a liar wasn't one of them. He could tell that Cillian had said something to her because her eyes pleaded with the tiefling to leave the hall.

This was going to be interesting. If Phyrra led Desire this way...

 

[haremfaery]

Desire really wanted to stay and hear what Cillian and his wife--his wife! had to say to each other. Her anger went from hot enough to burn them all to a cold lump where her heart had been.

She was numb enough to let Phyrra pull her along down the main hall past many closed doors towards the wide staircase without looking back.

As they passed a door that was slightly ajar, they heard a quiet, "Hist!"

-----

Siora closed the gap between her husband and herself. She kissed him once on each cheek as she took his hands in hers. "Is there no end to the ways you insult me?" She whispered. "How dare you."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Tarron summoned them his way.

"Phyrra, let's get our guest away from all that mess. I can't believe Cillian'd put someone new to the house in such an awkward situation. Desire, was it? I'm Tarron Farceran. Eldest son of this house. I want to give you a proper welcome."

Cillian must have taken after his mother because he and Tarron looked very different. While the eldest face was less pinched than his father's, there was much more resemblance there. He was obviously a full-blooded elf, and he filled out noble robes very well.

"Welcome to House Farceran. Let me take you to a room where you can freshen up a bit before dinner. Phyrra, I'm not very apt at dressing women. You are so much better at these things than I am. Do you think you could get our guest some clean clothes that would fit and be flattering."

Tarron took Desire's arm. Phyrra was stunned, not sure what to do. There was little chance of her getting Desire alone to pass on Cillian's message, and Tarron was, in almost every way, father's son. If Cillian wasn't willing to say what he wanted in front of their father, than she certainly wasn't going to confess it with Tarron standing there. She couldn't say anything to object. Otherwise, Tarron would know something was up.

"Very well, brother."

Phyrra walked away, hoping she wasn't making a mistake.

Tarron continued walking with Desire.

"So, how is that you came to be acquainted with Cillian? " he asked as he opened the door to the guest room.

-----

Cillian crossed the distance to Siora. While he did not regret leaving, he did regret not telling Siora why, but there had been no way he could. If he was to become a spy, no one could know. His father was on the High Council and would learn of it, but not before the deed was done.

The half-elf couldn't bring himself to be with Siora. He was a romantic, as his mother had been. He wanted to marry for love. He'd even told his father as much. Ailred said that Cillian should have taken the path he had. Marry for politics and find a mistress to love. Even though Cillian didn't know much of Siora even on the day they were married, he thought no woman deserved that.

He'd thought that the hatred of Cillian would be enough to bind the two houses together and it would allow Siora to remarry. Apparently he'd underestimated the hatred for him or Siora's commetment to their union.

Once he reached her, he realized, he didn't know what to say, especially with his father hovering a few feet away.

"Siora."

 

[haremfaery]

Tarron was painfully handsome in the way of most full elves, and far more hospitable than anyone else besides Phyrra.

So many things ran through Desire's head. The fact that Tarron's father was an arrogant ass and she would be basking in ignorance and on her way to the Freeholds with Cillian if not for his demand that Cillian come home. The fact that Cillian had a wife he neglected to tell her about after they said they'd have no more secrets. The fact that still Cillian asked for her to trust him.

She bit back her anger. Tarron seemed genuine enough. Cillian was nothing like his father, perhaps Tarron wasn't either.

"So, how is that you came to be acquainted with Cillian? " he asked as he opened the door to the guest room.

Desire walked into the room. It was large and tastefully appointed in the elven aesthetic, bright and airy with graceful curving lines to the furnishings.

What to tell Tarron? "We helped each other escape the empire and traveled here with important news." She paused. "I did not know he had family here."

-----

"Cillian," Siora closed the gap between her husband and herself. She kissed him once on each cheek as she took his hands in hers. She whispered, "Is there no end to the ways you insult me? How dare you."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Tarron laughed.

"Of course, you wouldn't know. Were it not for the fact that Cillian has always been callous, I'd say it was your beauty that mad him forget: his duty, his family, and his wife. But he forgot all of us when he ran away. But if I had to travel with you, I could understand not wanting the trip to end. Desire, you are a stunning woman. I could see the way you looked at him. There's something there, right? I wish my brother were less good at lying or in any way deserved a woman of your devotion and grace."

He poured some wine into two goblets from a decanter, handing her one.

"I'm sorry for what my brother has done, but I hope that doesn't color your view of our whole household. My father can be severe, but he's a good man. Phyrra is a darling. And I, well, I certainly wouldn't lead women on and lie to them the way my brother does. Had I have had the honor of being wed to a woman like Siora... alas, I was sent into the army. I can't understand why my brother feels so burdened by good women that he has to do so much to break their hearts."

He clinked his glass against hers.

"You could stay here, or not, for a while. It's a big enough place you wouldn't have to look at that liars face if you didn't want to after dinner tonight."

He took a drink, looked at her, and smiled.

-----

Cillian wanted to say something to Siora, he opened his mouth, and then Ailred interrupted.

"Siora, my son has a lot of explaining to do, but it might be best if he got the dust of the road of him and had a proper meal before I leave you two to have an obviously needed conversation." He turned to his son and said, "I'll have the servants draw you a bath in your room if Siora doesn't mind, of course."

Cillian would bath and dress and play the good son for a while longer. He wasn't sure if Siora would want to talk to him before the dinner or not. Either way, Cillian didn't expect to enjoy much of tonight if you couldn't get the chance to speak to Desire.

-----

Phyrra would get Desire some clothes, but first, she had to check on the brother she liked. She could see Cillian, Siora, and her father talking. Cillian was unreadable as ever. She followed along, staying out of sight until she realized where Cillian was heading. Whatever was going to happen in that room wasn't something she was going to want to see. She turned and left to find Desire some new clothes.

 

[haremfaery]

Tarron's laugh was a beautiful thing to hear, deep and genuine, it made his eyes light up.

Tarron voiced Desire's fears about Cillian's. She had been right to distrust him. She should never have let him be more than a way back home.

"Tarron, thank you, but I can't possibly stay. I'm sure your father wouldn't approve. I'll be on my way in the morning. I'd like to ask you father for some letters of transit so I can travel Norstina unmolested. I can see that tieflings aren't welcome here."

She sipped with wine. Of course it was excellent. She smiled back at Tarron. "I have two questions for you. What time is dinner? And do you fuck?"

~~~~~

"It's always been our room." Siora said with a thin smile at Cillian. "Please husband, bathe and rest before dinner. Do you wish me to attend you?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Tarron laughed, taking her glass and setting the matching pair on the counter.

"We plenty of time before dinner. But the real question here, Desire, is 'do you fuck?'"

He made no move to take her though there was a decent-sized bulge had formed in his pants, showing at least part of him was interested.

-----

"Siora, do as you wish."

Cillian walked to the room, arriving as the last servant, a red-haired elf girl about Phyrra's age, was exiting the room. She bowed her head as he passed.

I fucking hate that shit.

People bowing their heads was one of the many, many things Cillian had been glad to leave behind. He lived the last three decades, spending a not-insignificant amount of time crawling through sewers. And before then, he'd been the bastard son from a fishing village.

In the far corner of the room was a large marble bathtub filled with steaming water. He stripped, not caring whether Siora or really anyone else saw his ass. He needed this. A real bath might be the only good thing to happen this evening if Phyrra didn't get Desire his message.

He sunk into the hot water and let out a deep sigh.

-----

There had been plenty of servant's clothes that would have fit Desire. That seemed like an insult. Finally, she thought to look through some of her mother's old clothes and found a dress that would fit her well.

 

[haremfaery]

"According to your father, I'm a whore. But this one's on the house." She covered the space between them, put a hand on his cock and squeezed. "Prepare yourself for the best fuck of your life." She liked the of being able to piss off Cillian and Ailred at the same time, if they ever found out, but who knew what topics might come up over dinner.

~~~~~

Siora sat at the dressing table near the tub and faced Cillian. "You look ... the same." There was so much she wanted to say and no idea how to say it. She wasn't angry any more, just profoundly saddened. "I'm glad you are well. Every knock on the door, I thought would be news of your death."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian was already turning the water murky with the dirt and grim, and very possibly blood, that clung to his flesh. He had traveled deep into a sewer to kill slavers after all.

"Siora. That might have been easier for you. I'm truly sorry you got caught in the middle of all this. While hurting was never my goal, I knew that it would happen, and that pained me. But would you believe I was trying to spare you a greater heartache? If you let me, I'd like to explain my actions to you. You deserve that much."

He wasn't going to tell his tale to seek forgiveness, but he didn't want Siora to live with the thought that she had anything to do with his decision to leave her before their wedding night.

-----

Tarron was almost giddy about this. It had been a while since he had a good fuck, and this woman seemed like she was ready to send him to the next life. Hurting Cillian would make it all the sweater. Tarron had fucked a few tiefling whores in his day. They were always very 'enthusiastic' lovers, and he was already comparing her.

She wasn't as busty as he liked them, and he found her jewelry tacky. He couldn't understand why a woman would wear such a collar so proudly in public.

But none of that matter so much as what was between her thighs. He stripped himself and then lay back on the bed. He'd let the whore do all the work.

-----

Vuduin Wysawynn was a guard for House Farceran. His father had been one. His grandfather had been one. Nearly since the accession of the family to nobility, at least one Wysawynn was protecting the Farcerans.

And so, Vudiun was a little pissed that he didn't hear immediately of Cillian's return. Before he was old enough to carry a sword for the house, growing up, he'd been one of Cillian's greatest friends. The two, usually with little Phyrra in tow, were always together, much of the time getting into trouble.

The elven guard wasn't entirely sure whether he wanted to embrace his friend or beat his ass senseless for what he'd done to Siora.

Though, without Cillian leaving so suddenly, Vudiun might not have grown so close to her. But she was remaining faithful to Cillian even though he fled before the marriage could be consummated. Vudiun had become her confidante and he liked to think it might become something more if she could be free of her marriage vows to Cillian. Though that could only happen if the spymasters let the family know he was dead.

Vudiun felt guilty about occasionally wishing Cillian would die and be done with it. But he was also glad that his friend had returned from the Empire safe and intact. However, the rumors he'd brought a tiefling bed wench with him were troubling.

And so, Vudiun decided he'd embrace his friend and THEN beat his ass senseless.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

(Posted on behalf of haremfaery)

“Please do explain, Cillian. Why did you wait for our wedding night to leave? Do you know the shame it brought me? Your father? Through your father and the council, the rumors they spread said you were a hero. I like to think that’s true. But not everyone thought so. We couldn’t say anything specific lest your work be jeopardized.“ she stood and picked up a cloth then sat next to the tub. She began washing Cillian’s back. “With Phyrra’s mother‘s passing, I took over as lady of the house. I admit I enjoy the position. Your father treats me with respect, as does everyone else. I have been ... content.” She sighed and let the cloth drop into the water. “So tell me why being married to me was so repugnant to you.”

——-

Desire stripped nearly as quickly as Tarron. She paused a moment then practically ripped the leather collar from her neck. She should have bathed first, but Tarron, like most men, didn’t seem to care as long as he was getting fucked.

She climbed on the bed and straddled Tarron. Her anger fed her arousal. She lifted up and impaled herself on his cock. It seemed cool compared to her own body temperature. She locked eyes with him and circled her hips, letting her inner muscles clench and unclench around his cock. She wanted him to beg. She wanted him to call out her name. She wanted him to say he was the best fuck he ever had, and his brother was a fool to hurt her.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian chuckled at her calling a spy a hero.

He tensed when she started washing his back, half expecting to be garroted right there. But her touch was gentle.

"Siora, you are a lovely woman, but when I was asked to marry you, I didn't know you. I'd been given no time to get to know you. I asked my father to wait, but he wanted the marriage to happen quickly. He was convinced he had to bind House Farcenan and Elaphyra together immediately. I wasn't given a chance to figure out if we were— if we could ever fall in love. My father told me I should just do what noblemen do, what he did. Marry for the power, find a mistress for the love. I saw what that arrangement did to my mother and my father's first wife, Kythaela.

"My mother was melancholy anytime my father was gone. After my mother died, and I came to live here, Kythaela was kind to me, but she always looked sad. I watched her waste away. A few years later, when she passed away, people said she died of a broken heart. I didn't want to put you through something like that. So I thought this was the best way to save you the heartache of an unfaithful husband. The marriage would seal the political alliance, but since we never..."

Cillian was feeling uncharacteristically bashful.

"... consummated our union, I thought you'd be allowed to remarry. I didn't think you'd be stuck here. If I stayed, I thought there was too much of a chance we'd both end up miserable."

He laughed bitterly.

"I don't think things went according to plan. Perhaps I'm just an idiot when it comes to affairs of the heart. Did you ever... find someone else?"

----

Tarron believed Desire could actually fuck him to death. She was exceptional.

"Desire! I—" Then Tarron began speaking in elvish. He was only saying, "Holy shit. Mother fucker. Goddamn." But in elvish, even obscenities sound beautiful.

Remembering to use common, he said, "I've never— Why would any man with a lick of sense l— oh gods, that, whatever that is, keep doing that. My brother's a fool."

Tarron was so overwhelmed he was having trouble figuring out what to do with his hands. They flew between her thighs, her breast, her shoulders, and her hip. Eventually, they settled on gripping the sheets as though he was holding on for dear life.

"Desire." Then he started repeating "Fuck" in elvish.

-----

Phyrra brought the dress and was about to knock when she heard the sounds of sex. While she was still a virgin, she was not a nieve one.

For the briefest of moments, she was happy, thinking Cillian had been able to work things through with Desire. But then she heard the voice of her other brother calling out Desire's name and cursing more than she ever had in her whole life.

She lay the dress on a table by the door and then ran away. She had to tell Cillian.

I can't tell him. I don't know who started it. ... That doesn't matter. He said she was the love of his life, and she's fucking our brother.

Phyrra felt a little bit like she might vomit. She ran down the halls, trying to find Cillian.

 

[haremfaery]

Siora sighed. "At first, I wasn't interested in taking a lover. I waited for you to come back. And waited. I settled in and acted as your father's official hostess. The men who approached me were only interested in gaining my influence. It was easier not to take a lover." Many times she wished she had taken a lover, but her reputation as the steadfast wife, the power that came from being the lady of House Farceran, and the thought that Cillian would one day return kept her celibate.

"I wish you would have told me your misgivings before we married."

~~~~~

Desire used every trick she knew. Tarron spoke to her in Elvish and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. She knew they were obscenities, but the fact that he had to revert to the language of his birth to express himself spoke volumes to her.

She posed faster in his cock and leaned forward so she could caress his ears. Her tail slid up and down his leg.

She felt herself getting close and bit his shoulder as she came.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Phyrra looked for Cillian. Finally, a servant was able to tell her he retired to his chamber with Siora. She was really hoping she wouldn't have to hear both of her brothers fucking in one day, but she owed it to Cillian to try to tell him what had happened.

She was walking swiftly, trying not to draw any more attention to herself than was necessary, when she saw her father talking to Councilwoman Imra Iartoris. Members of the High Council weren't likely to meet outside of official business, so there must have been something going on. While she needed to get to Cillian, she also needed to know if he was in any more trouble than he already was.

So she stayed tucked into an alcove and listened to the whispered voices. She'd have made a good spy. When her father and Imra were done speaking, Phyrra waited for them to leave and then said to herself, "Oh, fuck."

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"So, you haven't— Gods, Siora, I've apparently gone and fucked pretty much everything up, haven't I? I'm sorry. I probably should have told you, but Siora, I didn't know you. I didn't know if you. You might have spoiled my plans somehow. I had no idea if I could be trusted and if you'd—" Cillian stopped. He had a small epiphany about his trust issues and secrecy and how much trouble it had caused him.

"I'm sorry. I've got to—," Cillian pulled himself out of the bath, quickly wrapping a towel around himself. Suddenly feeling modest, he went behind a silk screen to get dressed. From her angle, Siora could have seen the reflection of his front in the vanity mirror. He was unaroused and, therefore, might have looked a little disappointing to a woman who'd waited three decades for him to die or deflower her.

His hair still damp, Cillian emerged from behind the partition and said, "I should find my friend. I brought her into a very awkward situation, and I hadn't had time to tell her what she needs to know."

Cillian opened the door and rushed down the hall, barely missing crashing into Phyrra, who was almost in tears.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's Desire—"

"Where is she?" Cillian asked, practically starting to drag her back the way she came.

Phyrra planted her feet. "No, she's not hurt she..."

"What, Phyrra? What's wrong?"

"Her and Tarron are fucking."

Cillian's heart shattered into a million pieces, but those pieces then burned with white-hot anger. None of it showed on his face, though. His face went from worried to that stone-faced calm he'd cultivated so well.

"Well, I hope she's happy. Thank you for telling me. Why don't we gather Siora and g—"

"Cillian, you don't need to pretend with me."

"Phyrra, I love you, but I can't right now. Let's just go to dinner. I will try to speak with Desire after."

"No, brother, you don't understand—"

"Just stop, I—"

"Shut the fuck up, and listen," she yelled.

Phyrra had never been the delicate flower her mother and father wanted her to be, but she'd never really yelled at Cillian like this before.

"Okay. What do you need to say."

Phyrra relayed the conversation between Imra and their father.

"Oh, fuck."

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What had started as a way to piss off the brother he'd always hated turned into the best fuck of Tarron life. Desire had talent and skills that he'd never seen or felt before. Tarron found the ear thing a little weird, but it was insignificant compared to everything else.

When Desire bit down on his shoulder, Tarron orgasmed, hissing out, "Oh, fuck."

 

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"Cillian, you couldn't have fucked things up more if you consciously tried to do so." Siora rarely used obscenities, but Cillian wouldn't know that.

Cillian left and shut the door. "Yes, please go to your 'friend' and explain things to her. She's clearly far more important than your wife."

She went to her closet to pick a dress to wear to dinner.

——-

Desire smiled triumphantly. Fuck Cillian and his impossibly beautiful wife and his arrogant father. She wondered how long it would take Tarron to tell his half brother.

She nuzzled his neck and kissed where she had bit him. "So was I correct? Best fuck if your life? I spent some time in a warlord's harem and learned a few things."

She pushed herself off him. "I must bathe before dinner. Join me?"

 

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Tarron waited for sense to return to him before saying, "Desire, if I joined you in that bath, I don't know if we'd make it to dinner. I'm going to lay here a minute and then get dressed. I have some things I have to accomplish before dinner."

He watched her get into the water, but then stood, dressed, and then knelt by the tub to kiss her.

"After dinner, perhaps you'd like to visit me in my quarters."

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Cillian now desperately needed to talk to Desire, but she was the last person on earth he wanted to see.

It had to Tarron. Really. Of all the other people she could find to fuck.

"Phyrra. If and when she's alone, I'd like you to tell her what you learned. She's had enough surprises for one day."

"Cillian, what are you gonna do?" Phyrra was worried. She knew her brother could switch off when he needed to. But it was never a good sign when he did "Just... don't kill Tarron."

"Sister, I just need time. She doesn't want to talk to me. But she should know."

"Okay." Phyrra went off to see if Desire was no longer occupied.

Cillian turned around, went back into his room, and said, "Siora, I believe I owe you a wedding night."

 

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"I would love to, but I don't know where they are." She kissed him back then sank into the tub with a sigh. She'd spend the night with Tarron and then be on her way in the morning whether Ailred gave her papers or not. She could take care of herself.

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Siora looked up at Cillian with a frown. "You pick a bad time to jest, husband. What brings this quick change of heart? And what of dinner?" She wondered what had happened in the brief span of time between his leaving and returning to make hi decide that he finally wished to be a husband to her. "Are you going away again?"

 

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Cillian closed the distance between him and Siora and started loosening her corset. "We've got plenty of time before dinner. And as for the change of heart, I thought there were other things I needed to do, but I don't. I'm not leaving you any time soon." He almost had her undone before he asked. "Now, if you want me to stop, I will, but I think you've waited long enough, don't you?"

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Phyrra returned to outside Desire's room. The dress remained unmoved. Hoping she wouldn't regret it, she knocked on the door and said, "Desire, I have something for you to wear to dinner."

All sweetness had gone out of her voice.

 

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Siora had a moment of conflicting emotions. She wanted to slap him for his audacity. He was just as arrogant as his father and brother in his own way. For him to think she would be a wife to him after all he had done to her, the last of which was bringing a tiefling with him. A tiefling, he had probably been fucking for some time. And yet. Yet she still wanted him after all this time. It was an arranged marriage, but she had been confident they would make it work.

Now they finally had a chance.

She worked at the lacings on his trousers.

“Make me your wife, Cillian.”

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Desire wanted to stay in the tub. It was a luxury she hadn’t enjoyed in a while and wouldn’t enjoy for some time to come. She sighed and stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a soft towel.

“Come in, Phyrra.” Her skin had a ruddy glow from the hot water and the sex.

The elf held out the dress.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She took another towel and began tying her hair. She had no idea what to say to the Elf maiden.