Chapter 2 - Poor little halfling

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Before heading to the kitchen, Beatrice went back to the garden to retrieve her younger siblings. She also picked up a plain wicker basket that was placed to the side and put  some fruit inside before leading them to the dining area. The dining area was adjacent to the scullery and the storage room. Fortunately, it wasn't as long as a walk with the many personalities that walked behind her. Her younger siblings noisily walked into the dining area and sat down in their receptive spots. 

The two cushioned seats that sat side by side in the very front were reserved for mother and father Aberdiour. Father Aberdiour's original name was Swanson Benedict Aberdiour. He was the son of a strict human preacher. His father was very strict and harsh, he brought up his only son believing in eradicating evil; such as demons, vampires and the likes.

However,  mother Aberdiour, whose name is Agnes Black met her husband on her travels to wreak havoc over the mundane realm. Agnes Black came from a long line of demon spawns. She was the direct descendant of the great demon Mahoun; being his descendant gave her great  natural power. She took one look at the strawberry long locks and piercing green eyes of the preacher's son and fell head over hills.

 She didn't care that the human was not her destined mate or that she may be taking him from someone else. In his younger days Swanson was tall, built and had a very charismatic personality. He could charm any woman, even the married ones. This was a distinctive trait that was passed down to his second son, Callum.

Agnes on the other hand was like many other women pining after such a prominent man. She is what one would call cute, with big grape-like eyes and long curly brown hair. And with her abilities she was able to initiate the first contact before all others. In that first meeting she spelled him claiming him as her chosen mate instead of waiting for her destined mate. After she got what she wanted, she left with her man leaving the poor old preacher to continue to look for his only son until the day he died.

The cushioned seats that sat to the left of mother Aberidour were assigned to the children that were 9 years old and younger. The youngest sitting the closest to herself, of course. On the left of Father Aberdiour sat their adult children starting from the oldest. The middle children sat on either side in a disorganized manner. Some of the middle children would help the smaller children with their food, which took up their own time from eating a hot meal.

That was how the sitting arrangements had always been over the years. They each sat on comfortable cushioned pillows that arranged themselves neatly around the table instead of chairs, which were uncomfortable for them. The stone walls glistened with trickles of water making the dining area damp and cold. Bright Tinkbugs crawled all over the place , lighting their way. It made the dining area brighter and less dreary.

On the walls were portraits of their mother's side of the family, lanterns and candles hung on the walls. Besides that, the room was pretty bare with no lustrous items anywhere. As the children chatted with one another, Beatrice went to the storage room. She looked through the shelves for wooden plates and utensils. Over the years, whenever they went out to hunt for their food, they always came back with the spoilers of war. Which includes different clothing, shoes and accessories as well as beautiful dishware and silverware among other things. This was how the family clothed and fed themselves

 Inside the storage room on the far left in the corner were carved out makeshift shelves about six feet tall. Everything was categorized to be in its rightful place. Just how their obsessive father preferred it. He had OCD for anything used.

There were jars upon jars stacked on the shelves. Some were empty, others had pickled items inside.  Beatrice bent down to the shelves at the bottom to pick up what she needed. It took her two trips before the table was set, the only thing missing was the food. She placed the basket full of fruit on the table for the children to snack on.

"Damn it, where is everyone??" Beatrice grumbled.  Beatrice tucked a strand of curly red hair behind her ear. Her emerald cat eyes scanned the room before she turned around and walked towards  the kitchen with a frown on her face.

The smell of delicious food brought a smile to Beatrice's face. She watched her two elder sisters fry eggs and pull out perfectly brown biscuits from the cauldron. Beatrice's eldest brother walked out of the cold room, dragging their first meal of the day.

It was a scrawny mix breed, a halfling of both human and winter elf descent. His pale complexion and frosty white hair gave him away. He had sharp and beautiful features, pointed ears and icy blue eyes. All in all, he was a very attractive specimen.

Beatrice's eldest brother, Lachlan  was slightly shorter than his younger brother, standing at about 5'7. He had dark hair and eyes with olive skin and only a full bottom lip could be seen.  Lachlan had a lean body but he looked sickly at the same time, clearly he was not the athletic type. He slapped the halfling hard on the face, producing a hideous red mark on the right side of the halfling's face. The halfling's eyes dropped down as he zoned out in deliriousness.

"Ahh." A delayed scream passed through the lips of the halfling.He moaned as he looked around at his surroundings.

The eldest brother grabbed the man's chin, making the halfling look up at him. Lachlan smiled at the effeminate features of the male halfling. His eyes lit up in lust, he liked them with an androgynous look. He turned to his fifth sister Beatrice with a smile on his face and nodded at her. Since today was her birthday, he wouldn't chase her out like how he usually would do.

"Oye, Since you're a woman now; you can stay and watch. If you want." He shrugged his shoulders not caring if she stayed or not.  "You will soon realize, I like my meat extra tender. I will let our third sister carve him after I've had my fill."

Beatrice nodded her head silently,her brows scrunched up in confusion. She glanced at her sisters sheepishly as they shrugged their shoulders. They had just finished cooking the side dishes and were done putting them on platters. The three sisters could only silently stare at their eldest brother and his new play thing. She knew a little about sexual intercourse but she had never seen it down. The only thing she knew how to do was to kiss and place her brothers' member in her mouth. All of that was taught to her by her second brother a couple of months ago.

"Open that pretty little mouth. " Eldest brother slapped the halfling again. His tone was very aggressive as he asserted his dominance. "If you bite me, I'll kill you."

"He sure does  like to play with our food." Beatrice pouted with her arms folded. 

She sat down on a small stool near the hearth to keep herself warm. She watched as her eldest brother pulled out his member; it was long and slender but it had no girth to it.

"Why is my second brother wider than the eldest brother?" Beatrice thought randomly.

His member grew bigger as he stroked himself. The halfling trembled in horror, his face portrayed the disgust he felt for what he was about to do. His face contorted into fury and humiliation as he opened his mouth wide. Lachlan slipped his member into the warm crevice that was the halfling's mouth.

Lachlan moaned in satisfaction, Beatrice's eyes grew wide in surprise. She thought for sure that the halfling would spill its stomach content all over her brother but he managed to hold it in. Lachlan threw his head back, eyes closed as he held the halflings head in place. He steadily pumped himself into the halfling's mouth.

As she watched, her lower abdomen began to clinge, her core began to heat up and become moist. Her face went red as lust filled her eyes, her core throb incessantly.

"Dame, Lachlan… don't hog it." Beatrice's eldest sister, Isley walked over. " Take it from the back."

Although Isley was just as short as both her younger sisters, that still didn't deter her from bossing people around. A perfectionist at its best. Isley had dark eyes and muddy brown hair that reached her shoulders. She was slim and graceful like a cool breeze but there was no nobility in her aura. Isley watched their Eldest brother abruptly stop and pull out with a groan. Isley sat on top of a table, lifting her dress all the way up until her inner core was showing.

"Put your tongue here and please me. "Isley commanded. She spread her legs, her bright mesmerizing eyes stared transfixed at the halfling until he did as told.

"Mmm…yes…yes.. Right there." she squealed in bliss. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she enjoyed the sensation.

Beatrice watched as her sister moaned and squirmed, panting. Her faced flushed scarlet, Isley bit back another moan as she huffed out something in audible. It didn't take long for her face to contort, sweat appeared on her brows. Then she screamed out, convulsing as she came back from her high.

"Oh. right there!" Isley moaned.

 She pushed the halflings head away, seemingly satisfied. Beatrice on the other hand was too stunned to make a sound. A whole new world had just opened up to her.

"Stand up!" Isley commanded the halfling. 

With slight hesitation he stands in front of her warily. Isley smirked in amusement, dropping down to her knees, she tore off his breeches, exposing his member for all to see. His member was large and long, it laid beside his thigh. Isley grabbed his member, stroking it until it perked up and then she placed it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she took more of his member into her mouth, she slobbering and spitting all over his member and then sucked his ball sack in the same breath. That elicits a strong reaction from the halfling. This sent the halfling into a frenzy, his eyes bulging out as they turned red as he hands turned into claws as his hips subconsciously thrust into her mouth.

His loud moans and groans echoed throughout the kitchen. She stirred the unrelenting lust until his moans became high pitched and then she abruptly stopped. The tantalizing visual and audio left Beatrice soaking wet and throbbing for a release. Beatrice's brows curled together in confusion as the sensation became more intense. She wasn't used to that type of hunger.

She huffed in annoyance, only to see her beautiful second sister, Paisley  sitting on the floor with her skirt hiked up. Her wet core was on full display. She watched as Paisley sucked and licked her long fingers before placing them on her core. She then rubbed her core making it wetter and wetter, Paisley bit her lip as moan after moan escaped from her mouth. Her beauty mark on the side of her face made her more seductive.

Paisley's eyes glazed over in lust as she watched her siblings. " Come here, Trixie." 

Her eyes stared directly at Beatrice, beaconing her towards her. Beatrice slowly relaxed as she walked towards her sister. She bent down to eye level, without warning Paisley pushed her younger sister down on her back. Within seconds she spread Beatrice's legs apart and touched her core with the same hand she just pleasured herself with.

Beatrice's eyes widened in shock as an involuntary moan escaped out of her mouth, she closed her eyes, immersing herself.  Paisley pushed up the small nightgown that was now nothing but a tunic that hung halfway over Beatrice's breast. She squeezed and kneaded her breast, her thumb flicked over the pearl making it stand to attention.

Beatrice was so engrossed in the sensation that her sister was giving her that she nearly forgot they were not alone in the kitchen. The moans and grunts that came from the other end of the room made her come back to her senses. They both stopped what they were doing with lust filled eyes to watch the three who were in the center of the room. Isley stood up, turned around and bent over the table. She kept her dress hiked up so that her backside was showing, she spread her legs and told the halfling to start. The halfling readily agreed, stepped forward and plunged slowly into her.

He grunted, then pumped slowly into her letting her get used to his size. His hands desperately grab on to her waist. Isley moans filled the room, the slick sound of his member slapped  back into her core; sending a thrill up both their spines. After some time Lachlan joined in, in a very unique way. Beatrice never knew that was possible.

 As the halfling was steadily pumped into Isley, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He had his full concentration on her, he didn't realize that Lachlan had moved behind him soundlessly and lined his member up with his own backside. In one push Lachlan violated the halfling, he began pumping into him while the halfling stopped mid stroke, he bore the pain silently.

For more than a minute the halfling did not move, he was tense and frozen. Tears streamed down his face and snouts poured unadulterated from his eyes and nose. As if Lachlan didn't realize that the halfling was frozen in place, he ignored him and continued to chase after his own release. The halfling cried and moaned every time Lachlan slammed into him. However, Lachlan seemed to be in his happy place unperturbed by outside forces.

"Continue." Isley bellowed, she smacked his chest, sending the halfling into quiet submission. 

Slowly he began to move, soon moans and grunts from all three of them fell on the ears of Paisley and Beatrice. Paisley smirked as she ran her fingers lightly up and down Beatrice's womanhood.

"Mmm… Ahh!" Beatrice bit her bottom lip, her face flushing harder with embarrassment. She had never been touched by a woman before, let alone her own sister. She didn't realize that the little indoctrination was only the start of something more.

Paisley pulled her skirt up to her waist, then spread her sister's legs apart like crab. She scooted her core closer to her sisters, pressing them together. The sensation they both felt, exploded their minds and set their skin ablaze, They both shivered and panted, their hearts beat as one as they chased after their own orgasm. Each set of  siblings were growing louder and louder, the scent of sex engulfing them, until they all crashed in an euphoric high.