5 comments/ 12132 views/ 3 favorites The Hunt for the Drow Ch. 02 By: trojan5678 NOTE: This story is fantasy and should be treated as such. Do not confuse fantasy with the real-world...enjoy! * I: Revenge As long as I had been in the caves, my human eyes still took a long time to adjust to the total darkness. Nonetheless, I was still a fearsome hunter. And perhaps a bit of a braggart with that statement. That being said, I was confident in my skills and truly knew no other human being alive that could out-track myself. But I did say human. There was a drow in these caves, somewhere in the dark, perhaps miles further underground or perhaps only ten feet away. It raged me to admit that she could track better than I, yet it was true. She had fooled me once before and I had barely escaped with my life. However, I truly believed that I had more resolve and fortitude, and would find her before she found me. If there was one thing I learned over the last few years, it was that the drow race were deceptive, sneaky, and would say anything if it gave them the upper hand. I wouldn't tolerate that. I was once a fool for her, but no longer. When I stopped to think about it, I mean really, truly stopped to think about the feelings that she had left upon my heart, it almost upset me. Never had anyone ever -- human OR otherwise -- captured my heart in the way that she had. But my heart was not for her, not today; not now. Instead, I let it be filled with the ferocity and rage that I once had that allowed me to find my quarry on the far sides of the world. She had made me soft once before, but no longer. The drow lady known as Bria-lith was to soon meet her fate -- by MY hand. She had captured me last time; not just capture me, as in my body, but captured my heart and soul as well. Bria-lith made me fall for her last time, but this time it would be different. Still crouching, waiting, it was silent except for the occasional drip-drip of a trickle of water hanging off of a stalactite. I had become acclimated to the musty air but still never really got used to it. Hunched down for what must have been an hour or two, I decided to move on. Surely I thought she would have passed through this way, but no trace of her just yet. Time to move on, deeper and further down the depths of the earth. *** He hated going further in; the deeper he penetrated the Underdark, the less human he felt. But hunting her down was worth it. He barely made a sound as he moved; his soft black boots stepped lightly. His steel sword was already drawn. It was as black as the night so not even a flicker of torch light would reflect off of the dark steel and reveal his position. Never had he hunted such a challenging foe, but he had learned much from hunting her in the past. Before she tricked him with love. Before she played mind-games with him. Even if she was a better hunter than he, he was much more adaptable and quicker to learn from previous mistakes. That would be her downfall, he thought smugly as he crossed into a large open cavern. There were pits of unknown depths all throughout this particular room; he had better watch his step. Now he was even more cautious crossing through the wide open room. Finally he reached the other side of the room without consequence. There was a small opening that he caught at the last minute; an entrance to a small tunnel. He decided to investigate down this way. He continued his pattern of moving slowly, stopping, listening, and then moving on once again, over and over as he cautiously proceeded down the tunnel. The tunnel was a tight fit; he had to be extra careful. All it took was part of his backpack or even his sheath to hit the granite rock along the cavern walls which could make a loud enough echo that his prey would most likely hear. Fortunately, he was soon out of this tunnel. Dumping out into another cavernous corridor, the warrior suddenly stopped. Still crouched at the tunnel exit, he swore he heard a sound. This time it wasn't the dripping of water; it sounded as if a rock had bounced across the cavern floor. His grip on his sword tightened and a small smile crept up on his face. This was his moment. Now it was time to continue listening, and wait patiently. The wait felt like hours had gone by, but he knew better. It was most likely several minutes, but only that. His impatience was growing, but the warrior forced himself to wait. Then he saw it. A shadow elongated through the corridor. It was still so dark and hard to see, but it was unmistakable. Then he heard footsteps. They were very soft, but audible nonetheless. A junior hunter would most likely have not picked up on the sound. The warrior continued crouching, fighting off the tightening of his muscles, wanting to move positions just to stretch them out, but he was determined not to make a mistake. All it would take was the slightest of mistakes and then she would have him, and it would be all over for him. No. He would wait. His moment was just about upon him. She was in the corridor. It was definitely her. She was almost in front of the tunnel where he waited. But wait! The sound of her steps ceased. Was she on to him? The warrior's heart began to race, but he took deep quiet breaths to control his heart rate and breathing. Then... She started moving again. Finally...she was right in front of the tunnel he hid in; he could practically reach out and touch her. He waited... She moved right on by! He could clearly see her in her hunting outfit; a black leather outfit with light silver trim designed to look like a spider web, black thigh high boots to protect her legs from the cavern's elements, and black elbow-length gloves with a similar spider-web design. In fact it was light reflecting off of one of the silver web strands on her glove that tipped him off. He remained undetected. The moment was his. II: The Confrontation Clutching his sword, he snuck behind her, leaped up, and like a flash he put his right arm around her neck. The drow was completely caught off guard; the look on her face was priceless, he thought. Never had he seen this Mistress of the Underdark so surprised. With a knee up against her back to control her movement, he stretched her further backwards. "Drop your sword, drow!" he hissed in her ear. He could almost see her shaking; whether it was still out of surprise or now out of anger, he wasn't sure. But he didn't care; the victory was his. Her wicked curved sword dropped to the ground, clanking as it bounced and rotated once before it settled. She leaned further back on her own, her purple eyes staring into his beautiful blue eyes. A look of smugness was in his face; as gorgeous as he looked, she scowled at his confidence and her helplessness. That was when he bent down, inches away from her face, as if staring her down and reminding her of her helplessness... and then he kissed her lips. Her body relaxed in his arms. "For the first time in I don't know how many hunts, my Mistress Raven," he spoke boldly, "I GOT you! You are mine, now." She had never been bested by anyone and this was a new situation for her; but, somehow, it was not as bad as she had imagined. Even with his unbearable gloating. Not that she would ever admit that. "Unhand me, monster" she whispered to him with a hypnotic-yet-poisonous rasp. The warrior made it a point to kiss her one more time -- a deep, passionate kiss (to which she kissed back with just as much passion), and then at her command... he let her go. The warrior dropped to one knee, taking her hand as if it was a great reward or treasure, and kissed it gently, with a smile beaming larger than she had ever seen. She truly was impressed but again, she could not let him know; she simply raised an eyebrow as to warn him of his cockiness getting out of hand. "Rise, my love. I admit, you did well..." IF she ever had to be caught off guard, it would only be acceptable to be by him, she thought to herself. Subtly moving her long silver hair out of her face and brushing off her leather, Bria-lith held her head up high, very haughty. The warrior stood up, still holding Bria-lith's one hand with both of his. She gracefully held his hand back with such a delicate touch. "I suggest you knock that smile off; you've had your moment, now its over" she cooed softly. "Ah, my sweet Mistress Raven, this moment will always remain in my mind; therefore it never can be over; ...with all due respect, I mean." Now he was just being a smart-ass. This time she DID give him the glare and meant it to the core of her body; he took the warning sign as if he could read her like a book, and bit his lip showing his silent submission. But still smiling. A little. Now it was her turn to smile. "Much better, my Captive Warrior. Perhaps," she added, eyeing the strong towering warrior -- much taller than her -- "Perhaps, a reward for you is in order. I do find myself in unfamiliar territory after all." "Oh? That's quite generous, Mistress. I certainly wasn't expecting that. What do you have in mind?" he asked. She honestly wasn't sure; crossing her arms and with one finger to her lip, she was thinking. "I honestly do not know, but it will come to me, my lovely warrior" she confessed. III: The Surprise Bria-lith turned her head away from him and facing the cave, her silver hair tossing behind. Ever the graceful drow, she held her head high and closed her eyes. Reaching behind her she extended her hand out to her warrior ever so delicately, holding it as if expecting a kiss upon it, but in reality expecting him to obediently grasp it as he had done so many times before. His strong rough hand reached out to take it. She walked down the cavernous hall and he followed. Within the hour, she had led them back to her underground mansion. He loved how she called it a mansion, even though it was nothing like a mansion the humans would build. The lay out was remarkably similar to an above-ground mansion -- hers had several connecting rooms after all -- but each of her rooms, though decorated, still had an underground feel as stalactites and stalagmites covered the area. Each time he was in the mansion with her, it seemed that there was a new undiscovered room that he didn't know about. Just after they entered her mansion (it was identifiable by a sculpted archway with two large stone spider statues on each side of it, posed as if ready to attack; a warning to other drow that this area was already claimed), she stopped and turned to face her warrior. "Today we go to another side of the mansion that you have not yet been to; and, I do not want you to know ALL my secrets, so we must blindfold you," she said with a pouty voice. The warrior grunted with his mouth closed, not happy, but compliant. As if she knew he would cooperate, she leaned forward and put a black leather blindfold over his eyes. "Don't worry my darling warrior, I will make sure you do not run into anything." She held his hand in hers, but with one last trick, she slipped on a pair of leather cuffs over his wrists and tightened them securely. She then started walking with him following, completely reliant upon her senses. He tried to memorize the pathway that she followed, but she did make many twists and turns through several rooms and corridors, even down a set of stairs to a lower level of the underdark. When she stopped walking, she took off his blindfold and pushed him violently in one swift action; he fell on to a large bed and rolled on to his back. Surprised, he looked at her and saw a face of complete contentment and satisfaction. He almost thought that he saw her lick her lips. "Wait there, darling" she whispered to him, stepping into a small side room. "Let me change out of my hunting outfit real quick-like. Let me see, what can I slip on for your reward.." her voice trailed off as if she was looking in the next room for something. He laid back on the bed awaiting her return. Patience was a thing he was still trying to master; never in his life had he ever had to worry about patience until he met her. Then, a few minutes later, out she came. Bria-Lith, the lady drow, look more stunning than ever. Her long silver hair sparkled by the torch light as if it was made from shining stars. Her deep purple eyes had a look of lust. But her outfit caught him off guard the most. She wore a soft, sensual purple teddy; the color of it seemed to perfectly match her eyes. It was lacy all over and hugged every curve of her body tight. Capping it off, she also wore purple crotchless boyshorts, gorgeous tight-fitting garters, and stockings that rode all the way down her long legs to her spiked purple heels. Never had a woman looked so amazing, so gorgeous, so feminine; this sexy creature never ceased to amaze him. As partial as he was to redheads -- or at the least human girls! -- NO ONE could top the way that she looked right now. No one. He was in heaven. The warrior sat up on the bed, and Bria-lith almost appeared to blush for a moment (was that possible for a drow to blush?). But her bashfulness was soon overcome with lust and firey passion; she pushed him down on the bed again and straddled her warrior. He smiled coyly. "I thought you were going to let me have a reward; I didn't expect your dominance to be a part of my reward." She smiled back. "I am always dominant, love. Well, not always necessarily, but always to YOU. You know that; that could never change, now could it? However," she said as she uncuffed him, "Perhaps your freedom this one teensy little time is reward enough?" She batted her eyelashes like a playful kitten. Sitting astride her muscle-bound warrior, she could feel his hardness poking through his leather protective pants. That was quite a feat as thick as his leather armoring was. She stood up on her knees and pulled his pants down, freeing the little warrior. Her look turned from lust to a savage female huntress once she saw his cock. His Mistress Raven contemplated going down on him, sucking that nice juicy cock of his and controlling the movements of his body in the process, and couldn't help herself. It had been too long since she last had his cock. With her soft fingertips, she lightly brushed her fingernails on his cock and listened to him moan, still astride his massive body. Moving forward and grasping his raging hard-on with eagerness, she sat on it, feeling his tip slide inside her. Relaxing her leg muscles, she slid down his pole, impaling herself on it and moaning almost as loud as he now was. He held her gorgeous dark thighs, running his fingers over her stockings and underneath her garters. But the moment she sat on his cock, his body tensed up. He grabbed her legs, bouncing her up and down on his cock, sliding deep inside her beautiful wet pussy. This was the best reward he could ever have received. They looked at each other, deeply in a trance, captivated by the other. Arching his back, the warrior tried to get his cock as far inside her as possible. He leaned backward as she rode him, one hand resting behind to support her delicate but trim body. Her other hand went up to her head, overwhelmed by pleasure, running her fingers through her hair. She took off her silver tiara and tossed her long flowing hair, giving in to the pleasure as it coursed through her body. Even the tense warrior was now relaxed as he fucked his Mistress with such force. Her hands slid down to his, her face enraptured with pleasure. Taking his hands, she put them on top of her purple teddy, allowing him to take her breasts out. "Oh, warrior, take my tits," she moaned. Without saying a word, he lightly squeezed her sexy tits. "That's driving you crazy, isn't it, honey?" She nodded, eyes closed, body shaking. He lightly started to pinch her nipples, and she almost screamed. "Ohhh.... oh fuck!". His mistress couldn't take any more. "My warrior, darling, fuck my pussy, oh fuck me hard baby..." her moans turned into squeals. This made him throb inside her even more; he could already feel his precum oozing out of him inside her. She leaned forward now, at a 45 degree angle, still feeling that cock of his violate her. Never had she given anyone her sweetest treasures so freely before until she had met him. Not without a price. But here and now, she was giving him everything; not for her own selfish desires (although she knew she certainly was getting THAT fulfilled!), but for his. This feeling that overwhelmed her was unlike any she had felt before. Not the erotic orgasm that was approaching, ...but the feelings for him. "Oh, my stallion, fuck me! Take me as I ride you," she yelled out, almost in a trembling whimper. "Oh fuck! Oh, Raven..Mistress Raven...you are..." he stuttered, his mind and body full of ecstasy, "You are SO beautiful, so sexy, so compassionate..." He was half rambling as if under her spell and out of focus, but deep down he meant every word. "I love you..." escaped from his lips. Her eyes opened upon his utterance of those words, her jaw almost dropped. Her eyes fixed upon his for a moment. Again, if a drow could blush, her face would have been red. He bit his lip, in shock that those words came out as well; he knew he meant it, once he thought about it, but couldn't believe his slip up -- a confession of his love for her. Bria-lith wasn't sure what to think. She closed her eyes again, letting the pleasure sweep over her, but she couldn't ignore it. She opened her eyes again, smiling at him, leaning down to kiss him -- all the while, still being pumped by his enormous cock. Her legs spread open even wider. His hands moved from her breasts to her face, caressing her cheeks. An orgasm was only moments away. He quickly rolled her over on her back in one swift motion, still pumping her, watching her legs widen even more as if she was doing the splits while he fucked her on her back. The warrior had to hold back from cumming; simply touching her legs raised up into the air or one glance at her purple heels would have made him explode. He moved in to kiss her beautiful lips. Inches away from her, feeling her warm breath upon his face, smelling her sweet body only an inch away from his face, he held her head steady, and said one thing: "Bria-lith, ...marry me" Right then, the warrior couldn't contain himself, and orgasmed harder than he ever had before. Screaming, he shot his hot cum deep inside her dripping wet pussy. Almost as if they were synchronized, she screamed out loud as well, so many emotions and feelings going through her mind and body. Mouth wide open, Bria-lith screamed, cumming so hard that her entire body started shaking wildly. A small tear formed in her eyes, as her warrior slowed the pace of his pumping her. "Did he really just...did he just ask...did...", she thought to herself. Never in her life had she ever been caught off guard by such a man as this. Never before had she ever been snuck up on or surprise, until this morning. Never before, until a few seconds ago, had anyone ever disarmed her completely, stunned her, asked something she never in a million years would have expected... Normally the warrior would have collapsed upon her chest after such a ferocious orgasm, but his arms held him atop of her, pressed down against the bed. He patiently waited for an answer. Still in shock, Bria-lith was speechless, something he had never seen before. She loved him, she truly did, but...marriage?? Marry a human? She had never even considered this as a possibility. Was she willing to commit to him? For all of eternity? Give up other lovers for this one, caring, loving man? She tried to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if her mind was slow to process the question that he had just asked. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, and bit her lip. And then she spoke. Raising an arm to his cheek, stroking it tenderly, still with tears in her eyes, Bria-lith, the drow huntress and mistress of this captive warrior, "My warrior, I...I...."