The Beginning
Hello everyone! This is my first story or fan-fiction, erotic or otherwise. Having said that, I am well aware that this is probably a poor start, but ask that if you do have opinions on how I can increase this story, or my skills in general, to please say so in a review by offering constructive criticism. I would prefer no flames, but if in that flame advice is hidden, I will certainly take it to heart and consider it. Thank you very much for giving this a chance! This is set in Homeland, by R.A. Salvatore, and although reading that will provide you with some great background information and a little more understanding, (and is a great book in general!) it is not necessary.
I do not own Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt, or any characters involved
As Drizzt stormed out of the graduation hall, sickened by the whole ordeal, he heard soft footfalls come up behind him.
"You prefer privacy; I understand." Vierna placed her hand on Drizzt's shoulder, allowing her robe to remain open down the middle.
"This place is a cesspit of evil! Curse the Spider Queen and all who cater to her sadistic fetishes! " Drizzt spat, still not turning around. Vierna took a deep breath as she understood his reason for leaving, her patience forever tried by her sacrilegious younger brother.
"Come, it is not too late to make up for your foolishness, brother. I warn you now not to bring the wrath of Lolth upon our family! Allow me to show you the true pleasure that is our Goddess, the truth that is her greatness!" Vierna's breath quickened her pulse racing as she got caught up in her own delirious proclamation of worship for her queen.
At this point, Drizzt did turn around, meaning to deny anything Vierna might say about Lolth. His words caught in his throat, however, at the sight awaiting him. Vierna had removed her robe entirely, her tightly muscled, slender frame quivering in excitement and need. Her large, shapely breasts caught Drizzt's eyes first, and then, allowing his gaze to lower to her abdomen, his breath quickened. Lower still he looked, until he saw a thin white patch of hair, shaved in the shape of a spider, just above her glistening womanhood.
Drizzt swallowed, trying to collect himself, but the fumes and aromas of the ceremony hall still assaulted his senses and judgment, and not entirely against his will he felt himself harden. After one more once over of his sister's bare ebony skin, he looked into her eyes, feeling lost and scared.