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Hollow Conquest	By : DrowDagger Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 4408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 “ Betrayal
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The Black Death was upon the time tower, the midnight hour on the surface of FaerÃ»n. The archmage reset the magical light, casting it upon the stone obelisk to begin a new day in the lightless world of the Underdark. It was unusual for the streets to be deserted. The tracking of the celestial bodies was a tradition of an age long-forgotten by the dark elves. The taverns and markets never closed. The drow did not sleep to dream.
A silent shroud of intrigue settled over the city, as if the inhabitants were waiting expectantly for the sounds of slaughter to fill the cavern. Sentries were absent from their parapets.
“Please come away from the window, Caelathim said.
Princess Mira stood alone in the throne room, staring out at the city. She was clad in full armor, holding her spear at thigh-level, hidden behind the curtains. She acknowledged his presence with a taut nod.
“The youth was slain, he said, kneeling submissively.
Mira threw the spear at him, howling.
He dodged the decoy. She rushed over to the light elf and kicked him in the ribs frequently, baring her gleaming white teeth. She stomped on his testicles, grinding her spiked heel into his abdomen.
He curled into a fetal position on the tiled floor. His cries of pain provoked the drow to escalate the savagery of her assault, intoxicating her with the stench of his mounting fear. She bent over the light elf and seized hold of his throat. She hoisted the male into the air. His worn boots helplessly dangled above the floor.
Mira dropped the spineless male and pressed him against the wall. She stared into his green eyes, brandishing her gilded dagger. He flinched, reacting as if she was driving a hot poker into his eye socket.
He stammered a string of apologies and excuses.
She pressed the blade to his throat, drawing it lightly against his placid skin. She smiled gleefully, watching the fabric of his tattered tunic absorb the flow of his blood.
“Do not hesitate, he said hoarsely.
“Coward, she rasped. She raised her hand and struck the light elf sharply. The skin above his elegantly chiseled cheekbone would soon be discolored with blue and purple hues, marring his mature beauty.
He stared at the child-seed of his prince. He hardly recognized her now. He realized his error with a sickening shudder. She was as cruel and arrogant as her drow mother.
The male lifted his head, exposing his jugular vein to her sanguineous blade. He prepared his spirit for the violent separation, wanting to be released from his servitude. He prayed quietly to Mielikki, wanting to repent for his sin. He regretted betraying his conscience; he regretted sacrificing the youth for a creature not worth saving.
“You bore me, the princess spat, retreating to her decorated throne.
She justified her seemingly merciful act with a partial truth; she could ill-afford to lose her manservant when her enemies were swarming around her. The cunning drow knew his love for her slain sire bound him to her, and despite her disdain for the elves of the overworld, she trusted his advice. She smiled callously. She trusted him more than her Underdark kin.
She tenderly stroked the spider carvings on the throneâ€™s armrests, reclining into a brooding posture. She would never acknowledge her attachment to the light elf. She would slit his throat before she would admit to such a sentimental flaw. “You will die when I have no further use for you.
He accepted her pardon, subconsciously relieved. He bowed to her and started to leave the chamber.
“You intend to flee through the tunnels? she said threateningly.
“N-no, the manservant croaked, expecting her to thrust the dagger into his vulnerable spine. “I have to curry favor with Matron Keelin, if you are to be queen.
Mira laughed. “She lost her favorite male in your pathetic scheme, she said in a reprimanding tone, “and now, you intend to court her with more hollow lies.
“I am open to suggestions, the light elf said impatiently. “I will bow to a superior intellect.
“The memory of my father is a thin shield. She waggled a finger at him.
Caelathim inclined his head.
Once the enormous stone door closed behind him, he dried his tears on his sleeve.
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Matron Ulviirda Aleanvalett climbed the steps to her throne and sat upon it regally.
Her four daughters heard her summons in their minds. Luana led the procession to the fourth floor, leading Talâ€™rae, Aunstra, and Nathcryl to the matron. Tarin, the patron and weapon master of the Second House, hesitated at the threshold of the chapel. Aunstra turned to glare at the interloper.
“You were not summoned, she hissed.
The matron intervened and he inclined his head to her grudgingly. He trailed behind the females at a respectful distance, accepting a position farthest from the throne. He stood beside Nathcryl. The two snake-heads of her whip hissed at the male. He parted his piwafwi, folding his arms over his chest, dangling his fingers over the twin hilts of his powerfully enchanted swords.
Nathcryl sniffed dismissively at his palpable challenge. He was barred from her motherâ€™s bedchamber; he would be replaced soon. She yearned for his heart to be offered to the Spider Queen.
“Our moment of ascension has come, Ulviirda said.
Her daughters openly disputed her pronouncement with a rapid exchange of telepathic questions, more concerned with the short notice than the guilt of committing treason.
“Miya will not strike against Mira now, the patron said as five pairs of red glowing eyes beset him.
“The city is poised for it, Talâ€™rae said empathically. “I can sense it.
“If our prayers are answered, Nathcryl rasped, “we will become the most powerful house.
“Lady Lolth is watching, Aunstra hissed. “We cannot hesitate to strike.
“We do not have the fodder to launch an assault on two fronts, Luana said timidly.
The three sisters turned on her.
“Continue, the matron said tonelessly to her apparent heiress.
“We should wait and watch, Luana squealed. “Miya will be weak after defeating Mira. That will be our moment to strike. It will minimize our losses and maximize our gain.
“Quietly prepare for war, Matron Ulviirda said, focusing her piercing gaze on Luana as she issued her instructions to the patron. “We will wait until Miya claims victory, and then, we will smite her down.
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Keelin Kenarrahel summoned Caelathim to her dimly lit bedchamber.
“Mira sends a male to reap my displeasure, Keelin said huskily, standing with a whip in her gloved hand.
Caelathim adopted a passive posture, bowing his head and holding his hands in front of him. “I have come to you with instructions, my lady. You are commanded to slay her rival now. Once you have severed her head, you will deliver it to my beloved mistress on a silver platter, draped with a veil of mourning.
She lifted her head haughtily. “That is the command of Mira?
“Yes, my lady, the manservant lied.
She cracked the whip once to express her contemptuous refusal.
“You will submit to the will of Princess Mira, the light elf said too stridently, forgetting his pretense. He tucked his chin lower, staring absently at her spike-heeled boots. He pretended to flinch when she cracked the whip perilously close to his bare feet, suppressing the sudden urge to lash her with it. “You agreed “
“I sent the youth to Imara.
“He never reached the temple alive.
Keelin shrugged. “You failed to include a clause in our agreement to address such a possibility, she said, “and without it, I hold you responsible for the loss of my property. She advanced on the male, trailing the whip behind her, mimicking the slithering motion of a snake. “I want to be compensated.
Caelathim stared openly at her.
She wore a pair of black leather panties and a matching brassiere with silver studs over her nipples. Her thigh-high boots accentuated the uncommon length of her ebon limbs. Her slightly slanted eyes were a soft lavender color, encircled with long lashes. Her nostrils were thin. Her cheekbones were finely sculpted. Her mouth was lustrously painted red. Her white hair was upswept, secured with gilded hair ornaments to the nape of her neck.
Keelin cracked the whip to break his trance and repeated her demand. She held her lithe form in an assertive pose, thrusting one foot forward.
Caelathim loosened the sash and dropped his robe to the floor. “I give myself to you as compensation.
The drow arched an eyebrow. She stalked around the light elf appraisingly. She grasped his dominant arm, testing his corded muscles. She pinched his pallid mounds. She slapped the adamantine handle against his broad shoulders. She hefted his flaccid member, measuring its length with her palm.
“It is a poor trade. She pranced to her canopy bed and planted a boot on the edge of the mattress. “I lost a young male with flawless skin and golden hair. She slid the handle between her thighs. “I trained him personally, investing countless hours to increase his tolerance for pain “ and pleasure. She rubbed it against her crotch.
“I have been equally instructed.
“Prove it. She raised the handle to her mouth and lashed it with her tongue.
“I will do your bidding “ after you have slain Miya.
“I cannot, she said regrettably. “I accepted her bribe before you arrived. She pressed the handle beneath his chin, mildly impressed with a male who could hold her gaze. “I slew him after an hour of play.
Caelathim grasped the handle.
Her eyes flared at the thrill of his challenge. “I will take you “ and I will enjoy bending you to my will.
“Fulfill your blood oath, he chided, pulling on the handle, unbalancing her.
She bared her teeth, releasing a growl from deep in her throat.
“Avenge the father and brother Miya murdered.
“Is your beloved princess too pure to stain her own hands with the blood of her enemy?
“Elves should not shed the blood of their kith and kin.
“That is the weakness of a surface elf. She released the handle, laughing as he stumbled backward. “Your weakness is the loyalty you bestow upon a daughter of the drow.
“Perhaps, Caelathim acknowledged, tossing the whip to the floor indignantly.
She extended her hand and clutched his member.
“I will have your answer.
“No.
He breathed meditatively through his nostrils, writhing to escape her python grip.
“Do not resist.
Caelathim gritted his teeth.
She manipulated the hardening shaft with ruthless strokes. “Obey your matron.
“I will slay Miya, he countered.
The drow laughed shrilly. “You would die before you could penetrate the defenses of her web.
“I was a warrior on the surface, charged with the protection of my prince.
“His capture is not proof of your incompetence?
“I fought honorably, he growled. “I fell to the cowardice of their paralyzing darts.
She tucked an arm behind her, releasing the hooks on her brassiere.
He cupped his hands to her breasts impulsively.
She shoved her knee into his groin. “I did not grant you permission to take such liberties.
He withdrew from her, holding his stinging genitals.
Keelin eased her hands beneath the waistband of her panties, combing her dexterous fingers through the lush patch of white feminine hair. “She intends to slay Mira during her ascension trial. She bent over and slid the panties down her thighs, reminding the elf of a snake shedding its skin. “I will wait in ambush for Miya. I will take her head to serve my own purposes.
He punched her. She sank to the floor and wiped her forearm across her mouth, smearing the blood. He stood over her with his fists clenched, sweating. His chest heaved. His green eyes burned with the intensity of a dragonâ€™s flame breath. The sight of his defiance excited her, igniting her innate desire to dominate.
She stood and turned to grasp the bed posts.
“If you betray my trust, he said, embracing the matron from behind, encircling her waist with the forearms of an archer, “if harm should befall my mistress, I will slay you.
Keelin shivered uncontrollably as she received the sting of his pulsating arrow.
“I welcome the mayhem you bring.
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