The Graduation

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fan fiction, written for fun but no profit, and uses characters, settings and some scenes from R. A. Salvatore''s first Dark Elf book, "Homeland", but rewrites them somewhat. Furthermore, the story includes graphic descriptions of sex of several varieties, specifically including incest, as well as violence. If you are a minor or feel offended by anything mentioned above, please go read something else entirely. This is just porn.

Notes:
This story was originally inspired by a discussion on the GreyArchive forums; I especially wish to thank
Shadowen and Muse for ideas and inspiration. Also, if you feel Drizzt''s behavior is odd and out of
character, we can assume he rolled a couple of ones on Will saves. : )
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As he entered the ceremonial rotunda of Arach-Tinilith, the religious school of Menzoberranzan''s Academy, Drizzt had to cover his eyes from the light. To the eyes of anyone used to the light of sun or even the pale glow of moon, the chamber, lit by the ruddy light of a single, spider-shaped brazier, would have been quite dark. To the eyes of the drow, who rarely saw anything brighter than the wispy, colorful faerie fires that lit much of the underground city, even this dim light was almost painfully bright.

His eyes adapted to the red glare of the flames quickly, faster than those of most of his classmates and companions, and soon Drizzt could see the priestesses of the Academy sitting around the brazier as more than just black silhouettes. His gaze flicked back and forth among them, until he saw a familiar figure: his sister Vierna, who was one of the younger teachers at Arach-Tinilith.

The sister showed no sign of noticing Drizzt; not that he had expected that. Vierna was, after all, a high priestess and a teacher of the Academy, while Drizzt was just a male warrior, who hadn''t even graduated yet. Just seeing her there helped to allay Drizzt''s doubts and fears about the ceremony. Next to Zaknafein, the weapons master, Vierna had always been closest member of his family to Drizzt; no doubt because she had raised him as a child. And Vierna''s floggings, unlike those of Briza, their eldest sister, had never been needlessly brutal. In fact, Vierna had always been slightly friendlier to him afterwards.

''Tonight you will understand the teachings of Lolth,'' Vierna had promised him, and although he had his private doubts about that, Drizzt felt sure that Vierna had meant what she had said. He settled down to watch and, hopefully, to understand.

After a few minutes, when the eyes of everyone in the room had adapted to the light, the leading priestess raised her hands, ordering silence. The barelyibleible shuffling and mumbling of the soon to be graduated warriors died down, until the only sounds in the large chamber were muted breathing and the crackling of the brazier.

The arched double doors at the back of the chamber opened, and a young priestess entered. She had been the best student of her class, and as such was granted the supreme honor of being the central figure in the graduation ceremony. Shrugging her shoulders, she shed the black ceremonial robes, decorated with silvery spider web patterns, and walked to the center of the ring of older priestesses, her naked black skin gleaming in the firelight.

Drizzt bit his lip, at the same time embarrassed and more than little excited. He had never seen a female drow in such a light, both figuratively and literally, and was almost certain that the sweat beading his forehead was not merely because of the warmth of the room. To be exact, he had seen his sister, Vierna, naked a few times, when he had been just a boy and Vierna had, for one reason or other, forgotten his presence, but that had been different. And this time, Drizzt felt fairly certain that he wasn''t going to be flogged for it. A quick glance at his classmates ed ted that they were affected more or less like him.

One of the high priestesses tossed a handful of powdered incense into the brazier, shouting command words as she did so. The fire flared up momentarily, then returned to a dull red glow. The atmosphere in the chamber was immediately changed, as a sickly sweet, musky smoke rose from the incense burning in the brazier, filling the room with its coils.

Drizzt coughed as he inhaled the fragrant smoke; it made his eyes sting, but that was the least of problems. The smoke was also doing something to his brain; he felt dizzy and had to press his eyes closed for a moment as the room started to spin. The feeling passed almost as quickly as it had come; so quickly that he almost felt that he had only imagined it.

In the center of the room, the priestesses of the Academy began a ritual chant in a foul-sounding language that Drizzt did not understand but knew was Abyssal, the tongue of demons. He recognized just one word: ''glabrezu'', a name of a demon. A small woman, whom Drizzt recognized as the headmistress of Arach-Tinilith, stood up and stepped into the circle, a serpent-headed whip in her hand. "Call it," she commanded.

The young priestess hesitated, then jumped as the whip lashed across her back. "Call it!" the headmistress repeated. Opening her arms wide, the young drow called the name in a shaking voice. "Glabrezu..." She immediately received another lash, this time across her naked buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. "Glabrezu!"

Every time she repeated the name, she received another lash from the headmistress'' serpent whip, which again caused her to cry out the demon''s name. To Drizzt, light-headed as he was from the incense billowing in the rotunda, the priestess'' yells were starting to sound more and more like ones of pleasure, instead of pain.

As the cries of the graduating priestess reached their peak, her calls were answered. The brazier flared with painful brightness for a second before dying down again. A huge, monstrous shadow appeared in the swirling clouds of the mind-affecting incense, then became a solid shape. Snarling and leering, the glabrezu stepped fully into the circle of light.

The vaguely dog-like head, impossibly broad shoulders, hairless hide glistening like oiled leather, bulging arms ending in enormous pincers, and the smaller sub-arms jutting out of the demon''s chest; all this was familiar and expected to Drizzt from the lessons concerning demons in the Academy.

What he had not expected was the glabrezu''s extreme and visible state of arousal. A grotesquely ridged phallus, easily as large as a drow''s forearm, jutted up and out from the demon''s groin. Repulsed yet fascinated, Drizzt stared at the monstrous thing; from the corner of his eye, he saw that everyone else in the room, whether a graduate or a priestess, was doing the same.

The valedictorian priestess stood up on shaking legs and turned to face the beast bravely; to falter now was to display lack of faith in the power of Lolth that preserved her chosen people, and would cause a terrible loss of face and status to her family, and quick death to herself. Not through any kindness or mercy from the priestesses of Lolth, but merely because there would be no use in further torturing what remained after the glabrezu had finished with her.

She addressed the glabrezu in the discordant tones of the Abyssal language; from his place, Drizzt could not have heard them clearly even if he had understood the sacred tongue. The demon was apparently satisfied, since it gave the priestess a minuscule nod. Then, with terrible swiftness, the huge pincer-arms whipped out and grabbed the young drow woman around her waist and at her knees.

As one, the young warriors drew a sharp breath; despite fearing and hating the clergy of Lolth in general terms, and having immensely enjoyed the spectacle of seeing a naked priestess being flogged, they had been conditioned to defend all drow women, especially priestesses, from all enemies. None of the elder priestesses looked concerned, however; in fact, more than one of them were openly grinning.

She was not bleeding, Drizzt realized. The vicious pincers, easily able to cut the young priestess in two, were holding her tightly, yet so skilfully that they did not even draw blood! The glabrezu lifted his captive from the ground and pressed her against his chest, facing the audience. The two sub-arms reached out, under the drow woman''s arms, and grabbed her breasts, the reddish-purple fingers kneading her blue-black flesh.

Then, slowly but with inexorable strength, the demon pressed the captive priestess down, her thighs pushed apart by the enormous phallus. Its bulging and bumpy knob pressed against her ebony labia, first mashing them, then forcing her vagina open. Drizzt turned his face away as the priestess started screaming; his fellow graduates did nothing of the sort, staring at the unholy act with naked lust. More than one was slowly masturbating, he noticed.

It was only then that Drizzt noticed that he, too, was having an erection. His long, slender cock was sticking straight up, hot and hard as iron, pressing against his abdomen. Against his wispy white pubic hair, very rare among drow of both sexes and the cause of much sniggering and half-envious joking by his classmates, it was literally glaring.

Ashamed, light-headed and nauseous, Drizzt pulled his ceremonial robes closed, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. Could this be what Vierna had spoken to him, he thought anxiously. To rejoice in blood and violence, pain and sex, as his classmates were doing; as even the demon-raped priestess was doing, for her screams had now changed into orgasmic wailing. As his own, treacherous body seemed to be doing.

Someone touched his shoulder, drawing Drizzt out of his confused thoughts. He was startled, almost panicked, to notice that it was one of the high priestesses, a colleague of Vierna. In his addled state, he could not even remember the woman''s name, only that she was from one of the great noble houses.

Her ceremonial robe of black spider-silk, embroidered with red and green threads, was hanging open, revealing her naked, glossy black body. At least two centuries older than either Drizzt or the priestess still writhing in the glabrezu''s clutches, she was a woman in her prime, with curving hips, slim waist and the incongruously large, round breasts the drow women were famous for.

The sight of her caused Drizzt''s cock, temporarily reduced by his doubts and misgivings, to flare back into its full glory, the shining black glans poking out from the folds of his robe. He felt his face burning with shame and something else; that did nothing to decrease his erection, quite the opposite.

Moving smoothly and graciously, the priestess lay down next to him, a hungry expression on her face. She reached out with one manicured hand and pulled Drizzt''s robes open, revealing his body. She studied his figure appreciatively, her gaze moving down until it stopped on his cock, black against the white hair. An amused grin lit the priestess'' face for a moment. "Ah! Her brother, indeed!"

With the fingers of her other hand, she spread open her hairless pussy lips, revealing the soft, bluish flesh gleaming wetly. "Come to me, young drow. Come and please me, so that we shall know the ecstasy of Lolth together!"

Drizzt, his head reeling and his groins burning, couldn''t answer. He could see the priestesses and his classmates fucking all around him; the entire room had erupted in a huge orgy, with the glabrezu and the young priestess, now limply flailing with the demon''s thrusts, as the hub of it. The sight of the unholy mating, and the streams of crimson blood and viscous, luminescent white demon sperm trickling down the drow woman''s black thighs, caused his stomach to suddenly clench.

Unsteadily, Drizzt stood up. The priestess frowned, her red eyes glowing with anger; she was a high priestess of Lolth, and not to be denied by a man, especially a just-graduated warrior! She reached out, trying to grab Drizzt, but only caught the hem of his robes. The young drow slipped out of the loose robe and staggered out of the chamber.

Walking quickly through the corridors, he headed for one of the balconies jutting from the side of the Academy. Once outside, his nausea abated slightly. The air of Menzoberranzan was just as warm and just as full of the myriad scents of the great drow city as ever, but after the heated, incense-filled rotunda, it felt blessedly cool and pure to Drizzt. Breathing heavily, he leaned to the engraved railing of the balcony, feeling the throbbing in his head fade away. Nothing of the kind was happening to his erection, however.

The soft sound of bare feet on stone made Drizzt turn around quickly; he had long ago learned that presenting your back to anyone, even a friend, in such a conveniently isolated place, could be the biggest -- and frequently, the last -- mistake of your life.

To his surprise, Drizzt found himself facing his sister, Vierna. She was still wearing her robes, embroidered in a similar fashion to the ones worn by the priestess he had run away from. To Drizzt''s discomfort, the robe was hanging almost open, revealing a considerable amount of his sister''s black skin. Nervously, he tried to hide his twitching cock behind his hands, and hoped that Vierna had noticed anything.

If she had, Vierna apparently was willing to ignore it, as she walked over to her brother. "I can understand your desire for privacy," she said in a low, comforting voice she had occasionally used when Drizzt had been just a child. "The heat and the incense can get to you; even we priestesses are sometimes overcome, even though we have experience with it."

Drizzt edged away from Vierna, trying to keep his eyes off from the curves of her sister''s breasts, now almost entirely visible. "That... thing," he said, not wanting to refer to the demon more precisely, not while it was still so near. "Did you, too...?" he asked, at the same time desperate to hear the answer and afraid that he knew what it was.

Vierna frowned slightly; it was presumptuous for a man, even her brother -- in fact, especially her brother -- to ask questions abohe ihe initiation of the priestesses. But she couldn''t really bring herself to be angry at Drizzt, not now. "I am a high priestess," she said, not answering the question. Her expression and the tone of her voice made it clear to Drizzt that asking further questions was to invite a flogging, as soon as Vierna found a serpent whip. "You defied a high priestess and a teacher of the Academy in there, Drizzt. You are very lucky that I know her well..."

She stepped closer, again; Drizzt stepped back, again. This time, however, he felt his buttocks touch the cool stone of the railing; he was cornered. To his momentary relief, Vierna did not press closer.Instead, she lifted her hand, muttering a few magic words. Startled, Drizzt raised his arms to defend himself, forgetting the sight he now presented to Vierna.

The spell was not targeted at him, however, but at Vierna herself. Faint, flickering aura of purple faerie fire appeared around her, giving her an unearthly appearance. Smiling, she let the ceremonial robe slide off of her shoulders and stood before him, naked and beautiful. Drizzt couldn''t help but notice the few silvery white wisps of hair on Vierna''s abdomen, standing on end and waving with the ripples of the faerie fire.

"We are more alike than you have thought, Drizzt," she said, gesturing at his groin. "In more ways that you could believe." Drizzt could just stare, his unwilling arousal and apprehension turning into a fierce desire, as she moved closer, hands wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close.

As his cock pressed against Vierna''s warm, soft body, Drizzt could feel his balls clench. The sights of the evening, combined with the effects of the incense, had left him tense and full of pent-up lust; now, in the presence of his sister, the only person apart from Zaknafein who had ever treated him with any kindness at all, and the forbidden object of his few, guilt-ridden adolescent fantasies, he could not hold back.

Groaning aloud, he erupted, spraying his seed across Vierna''s belly. Drizzt had had orgasms before, but this one was by far the best, as well as the messiest. Vierna, about to kiss her brother, paused in surprise as she felt the hot liquid splashing on her skin. Tearing her gaze away from the lavender eyes of her brother, she looked down, seeing the pearly white semen clinging to her belly and the undersides of her breasts; one long, sticky strand still hung between her skin and Drizzt''s cockhead, connecting them.

When she looked back up, at her cringing brother, her expression was one of anger and distaste, but her voice was soft and playful. "Drizzt, you dirty, sun-damned boy! You are going to clean away your mess, right now!"

Nodding, Drizzt reached out with his hand, only to receive a sharp slap. "No! You are going to lick that away!" She turned away from him, the strand of semen between them breaking, and walked over to the Academy wall, seating herself on one of the ornate ledges. "Now don''t make me command you a second time!" Vierna told him sharply. Bowing his head, Drizzt kneeled in front of Vierna, and started cleaning up.

The taste of his own semen was about what he had expected, salty-bitter and not very appealing, but the situation he was in, the feeling of Vierna''s soft skin under his lips and tongue, more than made up for the indignity of having to eat his come. Soon, Drizzt started doing more than just clean his sister''s body, kissing the undersides of her breasts, tickling her bellybutton with his tongue, and tugging at the sparse silvery hairs growing on her mound. Vierna''s reaction indicated him that this was accepted, even desired.

Slowly he moved further down, licking at the insides of Vierna''s thighs, causing her to shudder in delight. Her sex was straight in front of his face, the ebony black outer lips swollenvealvealing the bluish inner lips and the moist, pink flesh beyond. Fairly unfamiliar with the exact details of female anatomy, Drizzt decided to start simply by licking across it.

Vierna seemed to approve of this, as she started petting his head, tickling the tips of his pointed ears affectionately. "Oh, that is very good," she sighed, giving little pointers. "Use your tongue there... yes, just there, a bit deeper, yeeessss... Oh, yes, do that again... higher... ooooohhh, almost there, see that little bud... more, more... Yes, yes, yes! Suck on it, please, yes, that''s it, oh yes..."

Suddenly, his head was pushed back. "Enough... I want you, Drizzt; I want you inside me! That is something no priestess can do to me..." Drizzt stared at his sister, surprised and hesitating. Once his initial surprise had passed, Drizzt hadn''t been particularly astonished by being commanded to eat out his sister; such activity between priestesses was common knowledge, although never mentioned openly in their presence. Spoiling of drow blood, either through incest or through miscegenation with inferior races, was a different thing, however, punishable by death or worse. Vierna seemed to read his mind, squeezing her ebony breasts with her hands. "Fuck the law of Lolth! Do you not wish to taste these, my brother?"

A stifled gasp of surprise, coming from the corridor opening into the balcony, jolted both Do''Urdens out of their lust-filled haze, causing Drizzt to hastily leap onto his feet and back away from his sister, who, in an ironic reverse of earlier events, was trying to cover herself with her hands.

It was followed by a muffled curse and the soft but hurried sound of bare, running drow feet; they had been spied upon! Drizzt felt a cold weight settling into his stomach: if the spy got away, he and Vierna were doomed. They would be open to blackmail and extortion, with the threat of being turned into a drider for blasphemy and defiling drow blood hanging above their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Catch him, brother!" Vierna hissed, her voice full of hate and fear. Drizzt would not have needed to be told; he was already running after the spy. As he rounded the corner, his foot slipped on something warm, wet and slimy, almost sending him crashing into the wall. That told him that the voyeur had indeed been a man, and had enjoyed his spying on them. Disgust and anger welled up in him, pushing his fear and shame aside. With new and greater determination, Drizzt sprang after the spy.

This part of Arach-Tinilith was neither dark nor lighted; globes of faerie fires, turned deep, bloody red in honor of the ceremony, filled the corridors with confusing, flickering shadows and zones of dim light. In this chaotic lighting, the darksight of the drow was almost as useless as normal vision, and so it was that Drizzt did not see his prey before it was almost too late.

Hiding in an alcove, the man thrust his leg out, almost tripping Drizzt. He stumbled but did not fall, reaching out and grabbing the lurker''s arm for support. Doing so, Drizzt pulled him into the light, instantly recognizing him. "Kelnozz!" he hissed.

Kelnozz, unlike Drizzt, was still wearing his ceremonial robes, but they were hanging open; his chest and shoulders had several visible bite marks, some of them actually bleeding, spoke of a rough handling by the priestesses, while a splash of semen on his thigh told of his recent voyeuristic pleasures.

The other drow stared back at him, an expression of panic and hate on his face. "Lolth damn you, Drizzt! Why the fuck do you have to be so tenacious?" Kelnozz pulled a wicked-looking dagger from inside his robes and slashed at Drizzt, who jumped back, releasing his grip on the other drow.

"I did not want to kill you, you fucker!" Kelnozz shouted at him. "I wanted you to live, so that you could pay! I could have become rich, without the House Do''Urden ever noticing the drain in its wealth!" His face twisted with rage, he leaped at Drizzt. "Die, you bastard!"

The two grappled each other, Kelnozz trying to stab Drizzt and Drizzt trying to disarm his foe. Under normal circumstances, Drizzt would have been the stronger one, but Kelnozz''s panic gave him strength; soon, Drizzt was bleeding from a couple of small nicks on his chest and arms.

The sound of running footsteps, coming from the direction of the balcony, signalled the end of the struggle. Kelnozz, sensing that he was not going to defeat Drizzt, tried to yank himself away; at the same time, Drizzt pushed hard at his arm. The dagger slid into Kelnozz''s chest, slipping neatly between his ribs and sinking straight into his heart. He made a short, choked gurgle and went limp, a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as he died.

Vierna arrived on the scene just then; she was dressed and respectable again in her robes. She took in the situation and reached the natural -- at least for a drow -- conclusion: Drizzt had caught the spy and killed him, to keep him silent. "Are you hurt badly, Drizzt?" she asked, hurrying to him.

Drizzt stared at his dead classmate. "I killed him," he whispered. "Kelnozz, of the House Kenafin. He graduated with me tonight." His emotions were in turmoil; he had neither liked nor trusted Kelnozz, but they had been classmates, studying and fighting together for years. His horror at having killed another drow was mixed with relief that he and Vierna were now safe from blackmail, elation at surviving this fight, shame at having been caught with Vierna, and even satisfaction that Kelnozz had come to an fitting end.

Misreading her brother''s expression, Vierna smiled. "Well done, brother. We must now hide the evidence of our part in his death; luckily, I know just how to do so." She traced the wounds on her brother''s chest with her fingertips, muttering a short prayer of thanks to the Queen of Spiders; almost immediately, the wounds closed, leaving behind nothing but pale traces. "Dress yourself in his robes, and pick his body up," Vierna commanded Drizzt, who was still standing there, dazed. "Then follow me."

They left Arach-Tinilith without anyone noticing; hardly a difficult feat, since everyone was either participating in the graduation orgy, or slacking back with most of the priestesses gone. Vierna led Drizzt out of Tier Brache and down the winding road that led from the Academy into Menzoberranzan proper. Soon she took a narrow side route that led to three tunnel entrances in the wall of the great cavern, flanked by great scorpions sculpted from stone. After a moment''s consideration, Vierna chose the smallest of the caves, signalling Drizzt to follow.

Drizzt was soon completely lost in the maze of criss-crossing tunnels, but Vierna seemed to know the route. He tried to ask her a few times where they were going, but received no answers, and Vierna''s stern expression made him stop asking. It was clear that she was slipping back into her character as a priestess.

Finally, after nearly an hour of walking, Vierna stopped. Drizzt was grateful of that; he was already stumbling from exhaustion, having carried Kelnozz''s body all the way from the Academy without rest. The tunnel opened onto a ledge jutting into a large cavern only a dozen feet from where they stood.

"Dump him over the edge, but be careful," Vierna told Drizzt. As he staggered to the ledge, Drizzt could smell the stench of rot and something worse in the warm, humid air flowing from the cavern. He thought he heard furtive movement from somewhere below, as well.

He dropped Kelnozz''s body to the ground, a few feet from the edge, and looked at it for a second. Then, with a vindictiveness he didn''t know he was capable of, Drizzt kicked the body, hard. It rolled over the edge and fell; he could hear the soft thump as it hit the cavern floor somewhere below. The scrambling sounds increased, and he saw pale, bulging and misshapen forms appear from the corners of the cave.

"Driders," Vierna said, walking next to him. "They are the wretches who have defied the Will of Lolth; no longer drow, not wholly spider. It is rare that they get fresh meat, especially drow flesh." Drizzt shuddered; he had been taught about the driders, but the reality of the things, even when seen from far away, was worse.

He stepped away from the brink, turning his back torna,rna, who was looking at the driders with something of a fascination. "If that is what you are afraid of, why did you want to fuck me, sister?" he asked, emphang tng the last word. "You are a high priestess; how could you flaunt Lolth''s decrees and not expect to suffer the consequences?"

Vierna was silent for a moment, before speaking again. "There is a... difference, between the Word of Lolth and the Will of Lolth. The first is, mostly, what we priestesses declare it to be: anyone caught breaking it is punished, but those who break it do not necessarily lose Lolth''s favor. She is a goddess of Chaos, after all, and may even bless the audacious and the smart. Breaking the Will of Lolth... that is true blasphemy. The problem lies in determining which is which."

She walked to Drizzt and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Drizzt flinched, but did not break fro from the embrace. The warmth of Vierna''s body, pressed against his, was disconcerting but pleasant, and he felt his cock to start harden again. Vierna seemed to notice this as well, for she rubbed her chest purposefully against his back; Drizzt could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of his robes.

"I lust after you, Drizzt," she whispered into his ear, her hands moving down and drawing his robes open. "I cannot deny that. But I was also serious when I spoke about how much alike we are. We share a connection... I have wondered about your eyes, ever since you were born. They have haunted my dreams, as Matron Malice warned me..."

She grasped his cock, now fully erect again, and started to slowly rub it. "Our mother will not live forever. She is getting old, Drizzt. She has made House Do''Urden stronger than it was, but I fear she has been too ambitious. When she dies, Briza will become her successor; mother has always favored her over me and Maya..." Vierna''s grip on Drizzt''s penis tightened, causing him to wince in pain; she immediately relaxed her hand and kissed his neck lightly.

"Briza will not be a good on Mon Mother for our house, Drizzt. She is not stupid, and her powers are great, but she loves cruelty for its own sake; she will bring us too many enemies, and in the end ruin us. And she has always disliked you, Drizzt..." A soft caress of his balls and cockhead emphasized this; the very idea of their man-hating sister touching any male in such a way was completridiridiculous.

"Maya would be much better," Vierna continued. "She has a quick, clever mind, and she loves intrigue. But she is inexperienced, both in politics and as a high priestess, and her ambition is too weak. She will be a valuable advisor to the next Matron Mother, but nothing more."

"And that leaves only you, sister," Drizzt said. "You want to become the next Matron, and you hope I will help you when the time comes." He pulled himself out of Vierna''s arms and ed ted to look at her. "Is this the way of the drow, then? Ambition that overcomes everything else; endless plotting and intrigues to gain power and the favor of the Queen of Spiders?"

Vierna glared back at him. "Yes, I want to succeed mother! It is best for me, best for the house and, if you thought about it, best for yourself! Briza dislikes you, and hates Zaknafein; if she becomes the Matron, you two will be watched for the slightest of slips, and brutally punished! She would lose your loyalty and tear the house apart, until our enemies could destroy us! Would you want that, brother? I told you that I am different from Briza and alike you; did you know why? Haven''t you ever wondered about who your father is, or mine?"

Drizzt stared at Vierna, suddenly stunned. He really had never thought about who his father was. But now, with Vierna''s words echoing in his ears, Drizzt suddenly understood. "Zaknafein!" he gasped. is is my father!" Looking at Vierna, he suddenly saw for the first time how much they resembled each other. Almost involuntary, his gaze moved down to those silvery-white pubic hairs, so like his own... or like their father.

Vierna nodded. "We are truly alike, Drizzt. Think of that before you presume to judge me!" Then her expression softened. "I do love you, brother. But we must be careful; so very careful. Either of them, Matron Malice or Briza,ld hld have us killed if they knew about all this. I can hide my thoughts, and teach you ways of hiding yours, but we must also hide our actions. And no matter how I s I still want you inside me, we cannot risk it now, not without precautions. But allow me to show my love in another
way..."

Smiling, she kneeled before Drizzt -- itself something quite unheard of in the drow society -- and, grasping his cock, gave the shining glans a light kiss. Then, one hand caressing his scrotum and another circling the base of the shaft, she slipped his cock into her mouth and started gently lick and suckle it. Of all the unexpected things that had happened that night, both pleasant and horrible, this somehow surprised Drizzt the most. Seeing Vierna, a high priestess as well as his sister, kneeling in front of him, pleasuring him, finally drove home what she had said about loving him.

They were in this together, Drizzt understood. There was no possibility of betrayal between them, as they both risked death, or worse, if caught. If they stayed together, trusting each other, they could succeed; and if Vierna became the Matron Mother of the House Do''Urden, with Drizzt as her master-at-arms... who knew what they could do? Changing Menzoberranzan was probably impossible, Drizzt thought, caressing Vierna''s slightly bobbing head. But changing their own house... that was a worthy goal by itself.

Drizzt felt suddenly good, better than ever since he had arrived in the Academy. "Vierna, I... I love you too," he said, his grip on her hair tightening as he could feel his orgasm approaching. "Please, sister... I am so close... please let me come into your mouth," he moaned. Vierna paused for a second, her tongue still on his cockhead; then she gave a tiny nod and increased the pace of her ministrations. With a hoarse cry, Drizzt came, spilling his seed into Vierna''s mouth.

They stayed together for a moment, until Vierna finally pulled away. "We must return to the Academy quickly," she said, tying her robes closed again. "I will take that robe and destroy it. When they find Kelnozz is missing, the investigation will concentrate on the enemies of House Kenafin first, and I doubt they will pay any attention to you. And if they do, I will protect you, brother." She smiled wickedly. "That is what sisters are for, after all."

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