Menzoberranzan Pie

Chapter One:The First Meeting
By Lord Evil

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Drizzt/OC

Author's Notes:I do not own the character of Drizzt Do'Urden or any others that belong to R.A. Salvatore. I do own the characters of Mellifleur and Zhondra.

Drizzt hurried down one of the corridors to the training arena. A ninth year student, Drizzt wasn't afraid of being late. The eldest students were given much more leeway, but he hated to miss any oppurtunity to train. In fact, he was so concerned about it, that he knocked a person down as they stepped into the hallway. Drizzt started to help the person up and soon noticed it was a girl from Arach-Tinileth, the priestess academy. He immediately averted his eyes and prepared for the enevitable beating that followed whenever a female drow was angered.
"Are you allright?" she timidly asked as she picked herself up. Drizzt could scarcely believe his ears.
"I-I must have been distracted or something. I often forget to look where I'm going. What is your name?" Drizzt quickily tried to answer, but soon found himself forgeting that important piece of information. He struggled the come up with the answer as several agonizing seconds ticked by.
"Um, er, ah, Drizzit!" he managed to stammer.
"Drizzit? That's rather an unusual name!" Drizzt silently cursed himself as he tried to appear calm.
"So, uh, what, er,is your name, if I might be so bold as to ask." Drizzt said in as cool and nonchallant a manner as he could. She looked shyly at him and said
"Zhondra. I mean, Zhondra Z'Ress of, House Z'Ress, uhm, hmm, Sixth House of Menzoberranzan! Sorry, it's sometimes hard to remember all that, much less say it in so few breaths."
"Well, I'm Drizzt Do'Urden of House Darmonshezbaro-, er, House Do'Urden, Ninth House of Menzoberranzan."
"Good thing we got that out of the way."
"Why are you here at Melee-Magthere anyway?"
"I had to accompany one of the Mistresses who came here on official business. She told me to wait for a couple of hours so I started looking around."
"I was on my way the the arena so I could get some weapons training in. You could...wait there, I suppose."
"That might be...fun, I guess."
Drizzt and Zhondra entered the arena, which was uncharacteristically empty. Drizzt often preferred it this way, but now he was quite nervous about being alone with her. She seemed so different from his sisters. The thought of her wielding a snake-whip was not a comforting one to him. He took off his student robes. He heard her let out a little gasp and started to feel more than a a little self-conscious. He usually trained without a shirt, why was did it suddenly feel so embarassing? He got his two scimatars and began going through several manauvers. He never remembered it being so uncomfortably hot in here. Finaly, he just gave up as he realized he was not really in the mood anymore. He sheathed his blades and wiped some sweat off his brow.
"Are you finished so quickly?" Zhondra asked, sounding a trifle disappointed.
"Well, I didn't want you to get bored."
"I wasn't bored. It was well, really fascinating. I mean, you were so...graceful!"
"I never really thought someone like you would be interested in m...uhm, swordsmanship!"
"Your...physical, er, prowess is quite...impressive, Drizzt."
"You must have been taught to fight, yourself."
"Yes, but I've not had time to practice as of late..."
"What weapon do you favor?"
"Huh? Oh, I was trained to use a shortsword. Of course nowadays it's mostly the whip."
"We could engage in a sparring session. It's a lot more fun with a opponent!"
"Opponent?"
"Partner?"
"I don't know! I..."
"Zhondra! What are you doing here?"
Zhondra and Drizzt turned to see Vierna standing in the doorway! She glared at Drizzt and walked over to them.
"I might have guessed you'd be wandering around, gawking at lowly males!" Vierna continued her rant. Zhondra, tried to appologize, but Vierna silenced her with a look.
"My business is finished. We're going back to Arach-Tinileth immediately!"
"Yes, Mistress."
Drizzt watched as the two females left. Zhondra snuk a parting glance at Drizzt while Vierna wasn't looking.
The rest of the day was remarkably uneventful. Drizzt slumped onto his bed, exhausted from several lessons. His mind wandered to his brief meeting with Zhondra, how she seemed such a contrast to his sister Vierna. She was very attractive, although other than his sisters, Drizzt hadn't really known many other girls. He never really thought of himself as being particularly handsome, but she did seem to spend a few moments just looking at him while he was praticing in the arena. Maybe if they had had more time together, he might have worked up the nerve to tell her how beautiful she looked.
"Oh yeah," he wondered aloud "That would have impressed her! I would have looked so foolish if I said something like that!" Drizzt lay back on the bed and sighed. He wondered if he'd see her again, but that seemed very unlikely. She was attending Arach-Tinileth, he was still in Melee-Magthere and would be for another year.

Zhondra was also in her own room, reflecting on her chance meeting with Drizzt as well. She thought him to be almost achingly handsome and exotic with his lavender eyes. He was so shy and nervous, she had wanted to talk with him further so she could know what he was really like. Unfortunately, Vierna had interrupted them before they could actually get to know one another better.

The next day, Drizzt was sitting through another one of Master Hatchnet's long lectures about the evils of the surface elves, wondering if it was possible to die of boredom. Since it was his ninth year, some of his instructors placed him in classes he had already taken, believing he needed to be retaught lessons he obviously hadn't learned to their satisfaction the first time. Drizzt's mind started to wander as Master Hatchnet droned on. He began thinking about Zhondra. She seemed to be very friendly, which set her far apart from every other female in his life. Zhondra was also very attractive, at least by his standards. She had the typical white hair of all other drow, which she wore long in the style of her house. Her eyes were red, of course, but Drizzt noticed they had an almost friendly quality to them. Soon, Drizzt started thinking about what it would be like to kiss her and hold her. He imagined her lips to be very soft, and warm to the touch. He felt her clinging closer to him as he pressed his lips to hers, her soft breasts crushed against his muscular chest as they pulled closer together. Drizzt had never imagined such intense passion in his short life! Soon, her lips parted and her tongue began to explore his mouth. He was so caught up in his fantasy that he didn't notice a sharp tugging on his sleave. He also ignored a slight nudge to his shoulder. However, the crack of Master Hatchnet's whip quickly brought him back to reality!
"So, Do'Urden! Am I boring you! Perhaps you'd like to get up and explain to the rest of the class what you were thinking of, hmmmm?" inquired the irritated Master. He was about to get up when Drizzt realized he was in an awkward position. Apparently thinking of femlaes led to embarressing results.
"Uh, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to stand up now!" Drizzt exclaimed. He quickly looked to his right and saw Mellifleur, one of the younger students sitting next to him. He must have been the one who tried to get his attention earlier, Drizzt thought.
"You dare to refuse one of my commands!" screamed the now, clearly, infurriated Hatchnet as he stretched his whip.
"Oh, why don't you just shut up, you old blowhard!" yelled Mellifleur.
"What?! You dare..." sputtered Hatchnet.
"Yes, I dare!" answered Mellifleur as he stood up "I've had enough of your half-truths and lies! You just go on and on about how evil and treacious the faeries are, but very qualities you critique in them, you praise in us! It's really..." Mellifleur was cut off by the sound of the Master's whip slashing across his face. Mellifleur collapsed onto the floor and tried to get up, but was soon struck several more times.
"Insolent drowling!" cried Hatchnet "I'll teach you to talk back to your elders!" The Master began whipping the young drow quite severely and had seemed to have completely forgotten about Drizzt. Mellifleur didn't scream, at least no one heard any through his gritted teeth. His robes were now slashed in several places. Drizzt looked at the helpless student being beaten right in front of him and wanted to do something.
"Scream and I'll stop, boy!" Hatchnet said.
"You hit like a kobold!" cried Mellifeur before he finaly passed out. The master whipped the unconscious drow a few more times and then stopped. He pointed at Drizzt and said
"Take that little iblith to the Infirmary and give thanks to Lloth that you weren't born as stupid as he!" Drizzt nodded and went over to get Mellifleur off the ground.
Drizzt brought Mellifleur to the Infrimary and asked for some healing potions. He placed the unconscious drow on a bed. One of the attendants brought the requested healing potions. "What happened?" he asked Drizzt.
"Uh, Master Hatchnet whipped him severely and now wants him healed up."
"Really? Usually he just lets disobedient students suffer for a while. Oh well, let's get this robe off and see just how good a job the Master did." Drizzt bristled at the attendants words but helped him remove the tattered, bloodstained robe. The sight of Mellifleur's wounds sickened Drizzt. The flesh on his back was almost completely stripped off. The attendant started applying healing potion directly to the most serious wounds first. Drizzt noticed the damaged flesh begin to heal almost immediately. Several minutes later, Mellifleur was nearly healed. The attendant flipped him over onto this back.
"What are you doing? asked Drizzt.
"Well, he'll heal faster in a more relaxed position. You did say Master Hatchnet wanted him healed quickly, right?"
"Yes." Drizzt said quietly.
"You do realize I could get into a lot of trouble if he didn't? I'm not supposed to use the good stuff on students."
"I noticed the potions you used were different than any I ever recieved. Do you need to do anything else?"
"No. He should be completely healed in a moment."
"Then your work is done." The attendant walked off without a word, not bothering to show respect to a mere student, even a ninth year such a Drizzt. Mellifleur started to mumble something about a bright light. Drizzt looked around and saw no such brightness of course. Then Mellifleur started to rub his eyes painfully. He appruptly stopped and sighed. "Thank you." he said softly. "No, wait! At least tell me who you are!" Mellifleur suddenly said loudly and in some distress. His eyes opened fully and he seemed to be very disorineted upon waking. He stared at Drizzt.
"What happened?! Where did she go?!" he asked frantically.
"Who are you talking about?" Drizzt asked back.
"Wait, wait. Where am I now?"
"You're in the Infirmary."
"Why? What happened? Was I injured?"
"Master Hatchnet nearly beat you to death!"
"That's nonsense! Why would he do that?!"
"Because you talked back to him! Don't you remember?"
"No, because it didn't happen! You're crazy! I would never do something so foolhardy!"
"He nearly killed you for what you said! You don't even rember that!"
"What could I have possibly said that would make him react so violently?"
"This is Master Hatchnet. It doesn't take much. Merely speaking out of turn sets him off on occasion."
"However, I must have said something pretty bad to warrant such a punishment. Your expression says so, Do'Urden." Mellifleur said quietly. "What did I say?"
"You accused him of lying about the surface elves. That they might not be as bad as he paints them."
"Why didn't he kill me? You just told me I questioned one of Lloth's most sacred truths." Mellifleur said with comtempt.
"He made an object lesson out of you. Most of the class were too busy being entertained with your torture than with anything you said. Your secret is safe."
"What secret?"
"That you question Lloth too."
"Say that a little louder, I think some priestesses over at Arach-Tinilith didn't hear you. Did Hatchnet take note of what I said, or was he more concerned that I itentrupted him?"
"He did not seem to care either way."
"It would be wise if I kept a low profile for a while. Uh, thank you for staying here, with me. You should prabably go now."
"Are you allright?"
"Your concern does you credit, but it could be used against you. Don't help me. We're not supposed to help others, only ourselves."
"As we were taught. I understand." Drizzt walked out without another word. Mellifleur grabbed his robe and noticed it was still stain with blood. His blood. He threw that stinking garment aside and wrapped a sheet around himself. It would have to do until he got back to his room and changed.
By the end of the day, Drizzt was really tense. He sat on his bed and thought about what had happened earlier in Master Hatchnet's class. It was clear that thinking about Zhondra could be quite distracting. Distractions were very dangerous too. Drizzt shuddered when he remembered Master Hatchnet's beating of Mellifleur. The younger drow was very tight-lipped about his reasons for speaking out. His claim to remember nothing rang quite false with Drizzt. Then there was those things he had said while partialy unconscious. Drizzt shoved this aside to think on later.
The image of Zhondra and him kissing came back to him. He wondered what she fantasied about him doing with her. The problem he had back in Hatchnet's class came back with a vengence as soon as he entertained any lustful thoughts of Zhondra. It seemed much more painful than before! He realised he had only two options: he could take matters into his own hands, or he could sneak into the training hall and practice untill this feeling went away. He had always relied on the second method and rarely the first. He sat up and looked at the door for a moment.
"Oh, the Hells with it!" he grumbled "I'm already in enough trouble!" He lay back down on the bed and made himself comfortable.

Meanwhile, in Zhondra's room, a simularly frustrated Zhondra was also thinking about a solution to her tensions. She lay naked in her bed and nestled underneath her covers. Zhondra imagined Drizzt as he appeared in the training hall, wearing only some pants and his boots. He twirled his scimatars in a dazzling and inticing manner. She looked at the muscles on his chest and back as they stretched and relaxed with every move. She was there as well, standing before him. She saw glistening sweat forming on Drizzt's face. He quickly sheathed his blades and slowly walked closer to her. He took her in his powerful arms and pressed his lips against hers hard. She let out a little gasp as he continued to embrace her.

Drizzt found himself in his old room back at House Do'Urden. Suddenly, he saw Zhondra lying on his bed. She looked at him with a rather demure look on her face and gently patted the space next to her. Drizzt sat down and felt her put one arm around him. He looked at her rather nervously as she kissed him on the lips! He fell back onto the bed as she leaned closer to him.
"Oh, Drizzt!" she cried "I want you to make love to me, badly!" Drizzt smiled as he gazed into her eyes and replied
"Yes, Zhondra! I can make love to you badly!" Damn, he thought, even in his dreams he still fumbled for words.

Zhondra moaned as Drizzt kissed her neck.
"Oh, yes! Oh, that feels so...Oh!" She felt his hand slip into the fold of her robe and clutch her right breast. Zhondra was overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure as he gently stroked her nipple with his finger. She quickly unfastened her robe and cast it aside. She gasped as Drizzt picked her up and gently lay her on a nearby bench. He removed his boots followed by his remaining clothes. She looked at his unclad body and felt a longing for his caress. She lay back as he climbed on top of her.

Drizzt lay on his bed as Zhondra unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers across his chest. Her hand slid to his belt and unfastened it. Drizzt felt a sense of relief as his pants loosened. Her robe slid off and fluttered to the floor. He gazed at her naked body. He had never really seen a nude female up close. He knew what they should look like however, as there were numerous statues of unclad females in the House temple. Zhondra gently pulled his pants down to his ankles. He felt her hand run across his innner thigh. To say that felt good would have been an understatment. Zhondra straddled him and put his hands on her soft, supple breasts. He felt the warm, soft flesh against his fingers. She giggled as he gave her a little squeeze.
"Oh! Oh, Drizzt!" she cried "Take me! Take me now!" Drizzt had no intention of disobeying her request and took her quickly. Such exstacy he had never had! She rocked back and forth as he burried his face in her warm bosom.

Zhondra felt her body ache for him. She kissed him passionately as he bent over her. She felt him enter her and let out a load moan. Zhondra ran her fingers through his hair as Drizzt began kissing her shoulders and neck. Her breaths came quickly as he made love to her. "Drizzt!" she screamed "Oh, yes!" She never wanted him to stop. Soon, Zhondra heard herself begin to pant loudly. She knew she was on the verge of a climax. Suddenly, Zhondra felt an explosion of extasy! She groaned loudly and tried to to catch her breath.

Drizzt was only mere seconds away from release. He looked into Zhondra's eyes. She looked back with an expression of shock. He was about to moan again when suddenly, he heard a muffled gasp and the sound of a breaking dish. The world along with Zhondra melted away and he found himself back in his roon at Melee-Magthere.
"Zhondra!" he cried with a terrible sense of frustration. He was so close! He looked around and saw Mellifleur standing there, a look of a horror on his face and a shattered dish on the floor. Drizzt cursed himself for not locking his door. He knew he'd have a lot of explaining to do!

Zhondra went to sleep, a contented smile on her face.