Vierna had spent the past few nights with a pillow between her legs, relentlessly grinding until it was soaked with her juices. Tonight was no different, such was the extent of her newly found sexual frustration. She began to realise what it must have been like for Briza, who, several years ago frequently roused her in the middle of the night. Vierna would run her tongue along her sister's genitals for hours until she finally exploded in a fit of shuddering. Without a word, Briza would push her away, finally able to embrace her elusive slumber. At the time, Vierna had felt little other than a dull ache of desire down below, nothing that would have spurred her to touch herself or ignite some latent passion. She had also found it hard to decipher her sister's auditory expulsions which had sounded something like pain at times. The thought of calling her younger sister Maya to relieve her in the same way briefly crossed her mind. However it was pushed aside by the piercing lavender orbs of her brother, Drizzt, staring back through her mind. Her body tensed automatically in anticipation.
Tonight the lust was reaching a new zenith and the pillow was not enough. Softly she opened her legs leaving tendrils of sticky discharge hanging between them, and reached her hand around her buttocks. When her finger finally slipped inside she let out an audible gasp. She bit her lip and started to pump - something was brewing deep inside of her. Drizzt swirled through her heady thoughts and she found herself on her knees in front of him, an unthinkable position for a female of a noble house such as Do'Urden. She pulled down his trousers and his cock sprung erect in the air in response, waiting to enter her mouth. He stared down at her naked body, her ceremonial robes on the floor and gently placed his hands on the back of her head guiding her onto it. He arched as it went inside and her lips hungrily moved up and down the shaft.
She had never seen or heard anything but hatred of males from Briza, but the exploits of her mother, Matron Malice, were known by all and spoken by none. It was acknowledged that even though Rizzen was her current patron, it was Zaknafein, the house weapons master and finest swordsman in Menzoberranzan, who had actually sired Vierna and Drizzt, and that there were still occasions when his quarters would be empty and the Matron's door would be closed. Despite her sister's influence, and the drow's deeply matriarchal society, she couldn't deny that right now, there was some piece of the male geography that she was desperate to explore.
Her body reacted faster than her mind as she immediately rolled over onto her back and clutched her pillow at her side as if she were really sleeping. The door had been opened with an unpleasant jolt and from the sound of the footsteps she could tell it was Briza. They came to a stop in the middle of the room. The smell of her sex lingered in the uncomfortable silence. Briza looked at her writhed form and came to her side. She planted a wet kiss on her cheek and whispered in her ear.
"Sweet dreams, sister."
Vierna gritted her teeth, cursed silently and waited agonisingly for sleep to come.
* * *
She came to with a start. It felt like she had tossed and turned for hours without relief. Only the fact that she was surprised to be awake indicated that she must have eventually succumbed. Briza and Maya were at the far end of the room dressed in their highly adorned robes worn specially for the praise of their deity, Lloth, the Spider Queen. It was the weekly service for House Do'Urden which meant even the male common soldiers would be allowed into the sacred chapel to partake in the worship. Vierna was already dreading how she would endure the torment of her repressed desire for so long but a wicked thought bubbled up. She left her sisters to their preparations and went to get dressed. Without putting on any underclothes she draped her robes over her smooth ebony flesh. The spidersilk ran succulently over her hardening nipples and she left the clasp at her waist perilously loose such that without proper control she would reveal her moistening secret.
Luckily she had no special duties for this common service. As the eldest sister, Briza would lead the rituals under the watchful gaze of Matron Malice. Although she would be playing with fire by not giving her full attention to the main part of the religious ceremony she knew no one else would dare avert their gaze for long to whatever she was doing, lest they experience the wrath of the wandering clerics throughout the room. By the time the service reached fever pitch she doubted anyone would even be aware of her, such was the intensity of the devotion.
