Cruel, harsh, ethnocentric, petty and vile are all words easily capable of describing Drow society. Two others must always be included though for without them, nothing would differentiate the dark elves from the orc, goblin or any of the other humanoid races. These words are cunning and patience.
As a traditionally matriarchal society, the Drow are withdraw and quiet, the pitfalls silent social precipice just waiting for those unsure of their footing but foolhardy enough to march blind to tumble down its very treacherous walls. It is as unforgiving as death and sometimes just that simple in the resolution.
Evil is in the motivation and not always the result though.
Jhanthrae knew the two words as good as any Drow would, they being the mantra her kind learn from birth. They ran through her physically weakened body now as she waited for her time to strike, in whatever form it took.
She was being carried now in massive arms, rippling with muscle and parallel to the ground. Amilyn walked in front of her still nude, her shapely bottom swaying side to side with each step. The half-elf had worked on the Drow for several hours more wearing her down, orgasm after orgasm, leaving her a quivering, bowlegged pile, her screams of ecstatic joy remaining silent due to the enchantments placed upon her Mithral collar.
She tried to struggle, weak and powerless to resist the massive arms. She needed to get away, back to the darkness of the earth. She would not be sacrificed to their weak gods or used for spell components for their twisted rituals. Her vision blurred again as she felt unconsciousness taking her once more; the last thing she heard was the tittering laughter as the darkness consumed her.
She awoke slowly in a strange form of comfort, so very different from before. She smelled that smell again and in her head she heard the word "lilac" drift through but it was still a mystery; she'd never heard the word before. Her eyes flickered slightly as she felt something hard and gentle running through her hair and a small breeze run across her face. She opened her eyes to find the half-elf Amilyn above her, smiling with bright blue eyes and holding a delicate brush of ivory and gold. The Drow shifted and found herself on a bed covered in silken sheets, herself under one; she felt the soft fabric tingle across her bare breasts and knew she was nude underneath the sheet.
Amilyn wore a sheer robe that sparkled in the firelight, her toned body visible underneath the material. Her breasts were generous and heavy with ever so slight a droop, almost calling to Jhanthrae to partake of the small nipples poking out at her. They hung over a taunt abdomen, unmarred by signs of child birth. Her arms were not thin but sleeked and muscled ever so slightly, while her legs though not long, were powerful, ending in small and delicate feet. The half-elf flexed her legs under her and Jhanthrae relaxed; She would wait for her opportunity, weighing all her the options and then choose her path.
Amilyn knew all of this and shook her head with a tender smile, "You are a foolish one my spider princess."
Jhanthrae's fury shown in her eyes but she refused to struggle against her binds.
"You are not bound my black princess," said Amilyn with a titter, sitting against the headboard behind Jhanthrae. The Drow was sure it was trickery but couldn't resist trying to move; she felt her head and arms move freely. Sitting up slowly with Amilyn behind her, Jhanthrae moved slowly to her knees, the sheet tumbling free as she turned to face Amilyn.
And then she struck.
Drow females are as good if not better in combat than their male counterparts, having received nonstop training from the age of ten to twenty; Jhanthrae was no exception. The Drow whipped her hand out to backhand Amilyn but the half-elf was there, diverting it... just as Jhanthrae expected. Her other hand shot forward and under the deflected arm, slamming Amilyn's head back against the headboard by her throat and leaning on the half-elf, her hand shifting off and the pressure applied again by her elbow. Amilyn's legs thrashed out but Jhanthrae's knees were well placed between the blond's legs; she cried out but the sound died away as the Drow leaned forward, a cruel smile parting her lips. The psionicists heels dug into the bed for purchase but the silk caused her to slip as she gagged out a few desperate words, "Don't. He intends to make you free but to kill me would change his mind."
The dark elfs eyes met hers and she pondered the statement; should she kill the mongrel she might anger the male and she knew nothing about him. She eased back and let the female draw in air, still holding her forearm against her throat. As the girl drew in gasps of air, she took note of her surroundings and hooked her finger inside Amilyn's robe. Tugging on it, the robe tumbled off her shoulders and to the bed. Grasping the taller woman by the hair, she turned her on her knees and pushed her to the bed, quickly sliding onto the chest of the pale skinned half-elf. She reached down and picked up the robe, sliding it over her own shoulders, her eyes still scanning the room. Amilyn, realizing her position, relaxed and spoke with a wry smile, "It suits you my princess."
Jhanthrae's eyes flashed again and Amilyn noticed, "You don't like me calling you that, do you?"
The Drow didn't answer and Amilyn cocked her head to the side, looking up at her captor now, "You are a find Jhanthrae. Mystara has never seen your ilk before." Amilyn's legs had bent up behind Jhanthrae and the half-elf now rocked them back and forth to a slow rhythm and she continued, "An extra-dimensional spell has brought you here from your world and you are in trouble now."
Still seated, her knee's locking down the nude half-elf at the arms as she watched her eyes, listening for details.
