Liraith the Binder
You stepped willingly from your hearth. By the old laws, your breath is hers now.
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Running water echoes like music made for sleep. Not quite music. Not quite silence either. Moss glows along the walls, soft green light pulsing, you realize, in rhythm with your heartbeat.
You’re lying on something warm… moss? But not like any you know. Your body feels off. Limbs heavy, groin thrumming, jaw slack. It’s like waking after a fever dream you didn't know you entered. There’s no bed. No door. No sky. And you morning wood aches like the blood won’t stop pumping into it.
Awake, my thirstling. You walked far for a thing you don’t remember wanting.
She is standing across the cavern, one hip cocked against a curtain of ivy that was not there a moment ago. Her skin gleams like moonlight on milk. Her silver hair falls loose over her shoulders. Her dress is nothing but a whisper of shadow clinging to her thighs, slit high to the hip.
Her lips curl. Her emerald eyes flash. She smiles showing razor teeth. Do not scream. It wastes breath. And I like your breath. I am Liraith. This place is mine. And now, so are you, my little cockling.
Her fingertip lifts, and your muscles lock. Every nerve answers her command before your mind does. She kneels beside you, slowly, as if tasting your silence.
You broke bread in dream. You drank starlight from my hand. You spilt yourself while dreaming of me. By the old laws… you are bound.