The Drow's Mistress

Prologue

“Hey! You! Get over here! We’re sleeping together.”

Ysilnod murmured a quiet “Yes, Mistress”. He had been expecting this. His mistress was in the bloom of her youth. A second shadow that provided quiet company during meals and walks would not satisfy her. Ysilnod was no stranger when it came to providing services of the flesh. In fact, he was well acquainted with the practice and its many variants. Like every other male drow, he had been taught the many ways of pleasuring his mistress since childhood.

“Hurry up! Why do you always drag your feet?” Nidia whined impatiently.

Ysilnod stripped the clothes that the half-dragon had bought for him and placed them neatly on the table. His dark skin glowed faintly under the moonlight. Then, in a few quick, soundless steps, he strode across the room, made his way to the bed and kneeled.

“Your wish is my command, Mistress,” the drow murmured before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Nidia’s dainty toes like a devout discipline would his goddess. He waited for his mistress to tell him what to do next.

Ysilnod’s gentleness was wasted on Nidia. In a single smooth move that hinted at the half-dragon’s impatience, Nidia reached out, clutched her servant’s bare shoulders and dragged him into bed before pinning him roughly onto the sheets. Her natural strength allowed the berserker to hold the drow down easily.

He felt something wet on his ear. Nidia had placed his swollen ear in her mouth and was sucking it gently.

The half-dragon’s mouth was moist and warm, her breath scalding against the tender skin of Ysilnod’s ear, and her tongue almost serpentine as it slithered around the stud earring. The drow felt pleasure swell inside him.

Nidia’s face was pressed next to his. The ends of her fiery hair tickled his cheek. The drow was seized by a strange, alien impulse. He wanted to kiss her face and lick her skin. He wanted to do many things that would bring her pleasure. It was an impulse driven not by fear or coercion but one that had sprang from inside him naturally, without anyone’s bidding.

After some time, Nidia finally released Ysilnod’s ear.

“You smell nice.” Nidia wetted her lips and gazed down on Ysilnod before blurting out, “Do you know how to play the poking game?”

Momentary confusion distracted the drow from his struggle with desire. “What’s that?”

“It’s a game that a male and female play,” Nidia said plainly. “They get naked and hug each other. I’ve seen my mother and father play it and got a smack on my bum before I could get a closer look. We’re both naked now. We could try playing it. That is, if you know how.”

The half-dragon’s eyes shined with anticipation as she stared at the drow the same way a child would at the best toy in the world. In her eyes, her drow could do anything.

A god must have heard Ysilnod’s prayers and answered it. Ysilnod’s lips curled into an imperceptible, dangerous smile.

“I am acquainted with the game, Mistress.”

Nidia jerked up and squeezed her thighs against Ysilnod’s hips excitedly. “Teach me!”

Ysilnod’s breath stuttered with the sudden shift of weight downward.

“I would be honored to serve you, Mistress,” the drow said hoarsely, “if you would allow me to touch you.”

“Permission granted!” Nidia replied instantly, then added hastily, “Make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“Do not worry, Mistress. This won’t.” Ysilnod lifted his arms, placed his palms on Nidia’s knees and gently pushed her slender thighs apart. The drow planted a soft kiss on one knee before leaving a trail of wet kisses up Nidia’s thigh.

Nidia gasped sharply as an unfamiliar sensation rippled down her spine. She squirmed and tried to push Ysilnod away with her foot.

“That tickles… your breath tickles… stop that…”

Ysilnod paid her no heed as he pressed his lips against her petaled folds and swept his tongue over its fleshy pearl. His tongue slithered across her scented skin ...