She continued as his hand rose from her leg, up to her human hip, then up further to the absurd swell of breasts that more befitted a whore than a warrior. "The House wanted to show how willing they were....they summoned up a Balor, and offered one of their own in trade, a promising young priestess, they said—lying whores—She was a daughter of the house, but Lolth had never answered her." The hole he explored was warm and wet, but no lubricant came off on his fingers, oddly enough. Her shudders and her hole's shudders left him in no doubt that she enjoyed his attention. The nipple hardened under his expert ministrations and he permitted himself to smile as he worked her powerful body towards a frenzy, pausing each time she did, forcing the tale from the mighty warrior. "The daughter of a lesser house might have been cast out...made drider—"
He pressed down hard on a nerve cluster he'd found, distracting her from that.
She was panting now, as if she'd just fought the hardest battle of her life. "The Balor took her, right there on the floor. Took her with him when he left too, laughing at the Baenre bitches and their impotence! I hear it was quite a show! Can you imagine? Those noble bitches watching one of their own, raped by a demon, all for nothing? I bet that was the worst part for them, getting played by a demon, almost like they'd been RAPED TOO!" The last words were a shriek as the thought of the noble drow women beaten and taken drove her over the edge. Thurlith's hands had something to do with it to. She staggered as if drunk, her eight legs swaying absurdly and she fell to the ground, bringing herself to a convenient height...
Thurlith walked around her and grabbed her by her short white hair, lifting a head that drooped to her chest. "Then how came she here?"
"When Lolth spoke again, the Balor had to return her, or face the goddesses wrath. He did, but not to Baenre, gave her to another city...thought it funny, maybe cause chaos later, but she was useless after what had been done. Sold as a whore. 's all she's good for now..."
Her eyes opened again as she heard Thurlith's belt hit the ground. He opened his robes, revealing an almost painfully hard cock. Larel tried to rise, but a soft hand on her shoulder kept her in place. "I will fuck you when I choose. For now, I will sample your mouth." Her eyes looked up at him, with fire in them, drow women did not pleasure men...at all, but especially not in such a fashion. They took, they did not give. And Larel, for all her current state, had been born and raised a drow. "Oh...I will not fuck you until your skills in this arena prove...acceptable. After all, you do not give a trainee a sword if he's still tripping over his spear."
"You know I have fangs..." She whispered throatily.
"Adds spice." He replied, stepping forward, cock bobbing in the air in front of her.
It was just out of reach and he waited. They might have stayed like that, except for a sound of motion from Fillra's cubby. He glanced up and Larel pushed herself forward, pressing her lips against it, as if she was kissing his hand at some formal event.
He laughed. She glared up at him, deeply offended. "Drow never know how to suck cock."
Lips parted, though whether to berate him, or thank him for thinking of her as drow, he didn't know, because he took the opportunity to thrust easily into her mouth. A hand rested on the soft hair of her head. "Think of it like another cunt. Sometimes I'll want to take what I want." Both hands caught her head, one on either side and he pistoned in and out of her mouth, hands guiding her head to move against him as if she was bobbing against his cock, trying to savor every inch as it pillaged her mouth, defeated her defenses and entered her throat. Her mouth hung open, her tongue flat against the bottom, as his cock slid between fangs dripping with paralytic venom.
She gagged and choked as she tried to breathe. She could hear her blood pounding in her ears and his, through the palms of his hand, but that was all she could hear. Finally he thrust deep and stayed there, cock blocking her windpipe. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him. Her hands rose and his fell from her head. She stayed in place, holding herself against his trim stomach. As he began to swim in front of her eyes, he pulled back, so just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She could taste a fluid there, it was...pleasant.
"Other times, I'll want you to show me how much you want me." He said, lifting his hands and resting them behind his head, standing there, for all the world as if he had neither cares, nor a beautiful drider kneeling before him.
She responded instantly, driving herself exactly as deep, and holding herself there. There was only his cock and those emerald eyes, she slurped on his cock, tongue moving, even daring to touch it with her teeth and fangs, making it clear she could have hurt him, could have forced him back, but didn't, she gave him her mouth, her air, her life.
As the world began to fade and she came close to passing out, he withdrew, his face contorted in pleasure as he came, one shot in her mouth, the second and third on her face as he withdrew, the last across her mammoth tits as his cock bounced, freed from her hungry lips.
The white lines lay across black skin, almost like tattoos, or brands, marking her as his. Black fingers rose to touch the burning lines. The flavor of him filled her mouth. It was an odd flavor, made good by her desire for him, for someone who would give her the pleasure drow—other drow?—had all their life, from slaves if not from other drow. But not a drider, not since she'd become a drider. The lines burned in her mouth and on her skin, warming her skin against the cool air of the cellar.
Thurlith staggered back to the wall, almost as insensible as Larel had been after her orgasm. His voice was as controlled as ever, however. "Good."
"Good enough?" She asked.
"Yes. Clean yourself up, showing proper reverence for my seed and get your people organized. I want lists of skills, equipment they have, equipment they need and everything else you deem relevant when I get back from concluding my business with the devils upstairs."
"Be careful."
"Always."
Thurlith turned away, pausing only to lift the belt, heavy with his equipment back to his waist and buckle it tight.
"What's due reverence?" She asked his back.
"My seed is meant to be in women. One way or another." Thurlith said without breaking stride.
Larel smiled to herself. There was no one around, but she began to collect the seed, the only question in her mind was whether she should eat it herself, or go put it in Fillra, one way or another.
