==SEEDING MIDNIGHT, PART SIX==

It had been several weeks since his hectic introduction to the household of the Matron Xorlarrin. In that time, he had felt no closer to his ultimate goal of escape, though he had begun to become familiar with the other slaves and servants within the Drow household. He quickly learned there was something of a pecking order even amongst the slaves, and that the dedicated sex-slaves like himself were regarded with bitter jealousy by the house-slaves. He hadn’t been out to the mushroom fields or crystal mines, and likely probably wouldn’t unless the Matron took him, but he could imagine the sort of jealousy and hatred he would attract from them as well.

Of those he could rely on and confide in, Thrali was the most pre-eminent. Ever since their mutual experiences, a bond had begun to form between the Matron’s chief handmaiden and her favourite cock-slave. There was the ghost of a romance between them, but it was a relationship hard to define. That they had had sexual encounters was one thing, but they barely had time to talk, to share hopes, dreams, regrets. Not that there was much in the way of conversational topic for slaves down here, Relan knew. But still, he looked forward to those rare times when he could meet with Thrali, and exchange information. He always sought to have something to say or ask her, even if it was trivial. Besides, when he wasn’t servicing the Matron, his range of activities was limited. He had been permitted an increase in rations and an exercise bench, to keep himself toned and fit and as such desirable to the Matron, but aside from these relative luxuries he found himself struggling to fill the long waking hours in his room. 

Recently, he had been granted broader exercise privileges, which consisted of him being allowed to jog in the courtyard, watched over by the bored House guardians, or in minor meandering errands to the Kitchens and the Slave Quarters, where he would occasionally talk to Thrali and the other handmaidens.

His assessment of his condition, of the location he was kept in, and the strength of his bonds painted a bleak prospect of escape. Even if he did manage to slip past the guards, over the incredibly high walls or through the constantly watched and thick gates, he would still have the thick, arcane collar around him, and hundreds of miles of lightless cavern to explore, to try and find a way to the surface. 
If he was to escape, he would need a guide, supplies, and a way to get the arcane collar off from around his neck.  He had asked Thrali about her knowledge of the Underdark in one of their rare moments of conversation, but like most house-slaves her existence had been a cloistered one. She could navigate the city of Menzoberranzan and the Household well, but beyond the City Walls...
She had further cautioned him about attempting escape, pointing out that the tunnels of the Underdark were full of hideous creatures and abominations. He remembered all too well the Umber Hulks and the Deurgar, and shuddered at the memory. He knew also, from darkly whispered tales and the haunted reminiscences of more veteran adventurers, of creatures yet more terrifying, the Ithillid, and the Beholder.
By comparison, being a sex-slave to the Drow was almost cosy.

A break in his routine- which was livened nightly by his Mistress’s increasingly painful use of whips. rope and candle-wax, amongst other things- finally came one night, about three weeks or so since his arrival.
It was a little while after Sleep Period had begun- his only way of reliably telling the time was by the somewhat arbitrary periods of activity and non-activity of the Household’s slaves and guards- that he was summoned. But it was not the usual bodyguards or handmaidens who summoned him this time, but Thrali, on official business.
“I thought you worked full-time for Izzara now?”
“The Lady Izzara is the one who has summoned you, Relan friend. We best go quick. I do not think the Mistress would be too thrilled at this summoning.”
He was led through the twilight tunnels of the great House, and to his surprise was taken to a sumptuous annex he had not visited before. A great adamantine lattice blocked the way, but Thrali produced a little thimble full of some fluid.  She poured the fluid- blood, Relan realised- on the latticework, and it melted back into the stone, allowing them a quick access.
“What was that?”
“Blood magic. The Matron has warded her most important doors such that only a measure of her or her kin’s blood can gain access. Even the guards are rarely granted more than a decanter for their routine shifts.  Another reason you would be fool to attempt escape, Relan.” She whispered.

Izzara’s room was different from her mother’s, though of roughly similar dimensions. Her double-bed was draped in thick purple sheets and what looked like a cave-bear duvet. Her grey walls were decorated with pleasant tapestries, depicting various famous Drow heroines and periods of history. 
Izzara sat on her bed, in a transparent white spider-silk nightgown. He could see the swell of her petite breasts, and the curve of her soft stomach, lacking the tautness of her almost Amazonian mother.
“Thank you Thrali, for bringing him.” She said, rising, her cheeks burning. “You uh, may go now. I will be fine alone.”
“Lady-“
“I said, please go!” Izzara snapped, though her harshness seemed forced. She really was terrible at exerting the confidence and authority that seemed to come so naturally to her dominant mother.
Thrali bowed her head, and departed, leaving the human alone with the young Drow.
Izzara demurely walked towards the human slave, caressing his well-muscled chest, idly plucking at his hair. He winced.

“How may I serve you, Lady?” He said with measured tones, though his mind was racing with calculation. He almost dared not hope what this encounter might represent- an opportunity.
“Please, Bolo. I- I’ve been thinking about our encounter alot.” She blushed. “Mother has told me it was a one-time thing, a way to- a way to break me in-" She stopped, pacing, her eyes darting around the room anxiously.
“But though I am allowed to purchase my own male slaves, and may soon be eligible for choosing my first mates, I find it hard to forget...I want you to service me, Bolo.”
“Does your mother know?” He asked brazenly, looking her in the eye.  She flinched, and broke their gaze.  It was a strange meeting, he thought. Any of the other Drow would beat him senseless for such an open question, such an exchange of glances.
But he suspected that it was partly this that drew her to him. And he knew cultivating a good relationship with Izzara would be key to his plan to escape.

“No. Maybe. I...It matters not.” She said, rising, forcing herself to be confident and in control. “Bolo, you will obey me. I desire- no, demand, that you satisfy me. But- uh, do it more gently this time. I want more of that- that stuff you did at the beginning.” Her ash-tinted cheeks were almost bright red now, and she took deep, measured breaths to calm herself.
“Please. I will even grant you sexual release. I’ve learnt my mother’s code-words, and well-“ She blushed. “A few other tricks with that collar as well.”
“Of course.” He said, brightly. “It would be my pleasure to...engage with you.” He said lowly, stepping in close and whispering intimately.  She backed away a little, frightened, but also intrigued. His boldness could- no, would- get him flayed alive if it was known about, but for some reason Izzara did not seem to mind. Indeed, it excited her.

Shyly, wordlessly, she looked deep into his brown eyes, and offered her lips. He kissed her eagerly, gently wrapping her in his arms as he would a real lover. She gasped slightly, breaking for breath, and he could see the beginnings of a spark in her eyes. He smiled broadly at her, though inwardly he felt...hollow. He did not feel that...ghost, which he felt between himself and Thrali. Still, Izzara was pleasant enough, and he knew he would genuinely enjoy this, compulsions, arcane collar or no.
She began to nuzzle him back, pushing him gently, her hands running through his coarse chest-hair, guiding him onto the double-bed.

Relan gently reached under her nightie, his broad hand running across her tender, small breasts.  Stroking her and teasing her pink buds, she moaned, and impulsively wrapped one of her legs around his, locking them together intimately. He kissed her more passionately, letting his tongue writhe along hers, feeling her begin to quiver beneath his ministrations.
Lowering her onto her back, he pulled her fine silk nightie the rest of the way off of her, exposing grey, nubile young body, her dark nipples jutting proudly in the cold air. “Wow.” She breathed dreamily. He was inclined to agree, his erection swelling at the full sight of her, dim shadows dappled across her warm, sensitive flesh by candle-light.

He flipped up his loincloth, his ready shaft brushing along her leg, causing her to quiver in anticipation. He stopped short of entry, his left hand sliding down and gently entering her, slick fingers teasing her honey pot.
He began to stroke her vaginal walls with slow, measured intensity. He trailed kisses down her neck, playfully sucking and nipping at her hardened nipples, causing her to yelp pleasurably.
She began to kiss back with greater passion, biting his neck with playful hickies, nibbling at his lips and moaning as his fingering increased. With her juices flowing thick and fast, he broke one last, lingering kiss with her, savouring her taste, before sliding his tongue along her quivering stomach, and readying himself to taste another part of her.

She squealed in surprise as he began to languorously and lovingly lap at her folds, her warm, sticky juices sliding down his tongue and into his throat, filling him with the sweet, ambrosial taste of her girlhood. He sucked playfully on her clit, fingers massaging and plunging deeper into her overflowing crevice. Rivulets of girl-cum ran freely along her shaved skin, staining in small droplets the fine sheets below.  Fingering and licking her with increasing tempo, he could feel her approaching her first wave of pleasure. He decided now was the time.  Gently, he began to ease himself into her tight quivering pussy, his long cock throbbing with anticipation. She gripped the sheets tightly, bucking her hips beneath him. She felt his shaft burying deep inside her, spending spasms of delight throughout her body.

He forced his thick member inside, his hands gripping her jiggling chest as he began to rock back and forth against her.  He spread her wide, the head rubbing against her walls with increasing friction.
The Collar began to glow, and he felt his lust building. His manhood grew, stretching her agape, her thickly running juices easing his passage as he rutted with her.  Relan teased her enlarged nipples, her back arching as she began to quiver with her first orgasm, crying out for release.
But he did not slow or stop, barely giving her room for breath. He continued to pound inside her, pistoning with great force, his collar flaring and filling him with incredible stamina, his own breathing ragged and short as he fucked her wildly.

“YES! YES! MORE! MORE! AAAH!” She screamed, her every sense on fire, her eyes glazed with lust.  She reached up, her hands rubbing all over his hairy chest, feeling his abs and tendons, scratching him gently. “My beast! My gentleman! Uhhh...” She gasped, another fit of ecstasy almost doubling her over, her chest rising and falling with mounting exhaustion. Her fluids streamed down his rock-hard rod, and he began to ease up, slowly.
“No...I...want...more...” She almost pleaded, her hands sliding down to his slick fat cock, gently encouraging him to re-enter her.

He did so with pleasure, ramming into her tightly, the tip of his head pressing gently against her g-spot.  He felt his own climax rising, and once again that painful, magical force constricting him, leaving him on fire with the need to rut. She nibbled at his ear, bucking her hips and sinking herself deep along his phallus. “Uhhh...cum for me, cum all over me...” She begged. “N’drat!”

Immediately the vice was lifted, and he felt powerful jets of cum spray forth from him, flooding her pussy. He pulled out, just as another wave of semen erupted forth, this slime splattering across the top of her stomach and onto her lovely round orbs. She moaned with delight, taking some of the cum on her fingers and slurping them. “Mmm...salty...but...good.” She mumbled; a broad grin of total satisfaction across her face.
“Cuddle with me...” She said; her body totally slack from exertion. “We will go again when I have my strength back.”
He started with surprise. Clearly, if she was still in the mood for more, she had inherited some of her mother’s incredible stamina.   He felt himself draining, his cock dropping as the last droplets of his cumstorm dripped free. But he knew that he would be able to cum again.  At a word from her, he would feel his present weariness abate, and blood engorge his shaft once more.  He grinned, despite himself. This was definitely alot more fun than the writhing denials Xorlarrin liked to inflict on him, not to mention the whippings and burning candle-wax. It was almost as good as when he had made love to Thrali in the bath, he felt. A rare time when lust and intimacy were his and his alone, not the rage of a sex-beast.

As he wrapped his hairy arms around the slender drow matroness, he felt her nestle in close to him, enjoying his warmth like he was a duvet or big teddy bear. In a way, he supposed, that was partly what he was to her. A safety blanket of strings-free love and warmth, something she lacked from any other source. It was touching in a way, and he felt for the poor lonely woman. Though a drow, she was no different from any other woman, human, half-orc or otherwise.  

“Mmm...love you....” She gurgled dreamily, as she drifted into a nap. He was intrigued. He didn't think Drow could utter such sentiments. Perhaps she was like a child, trying out the concept for the first time. Maybe she really thought she loved him for what he did for her. It was hard for him to say. He could only guess at the motivation of this curious young Drow. 

He felt his own desire for sleep rising, but he fought it, using the time to really feel the woman in his arms, feel her warmth, inhale her musky scent, and enjoy her company. He felt a little guilty, wondering if this level of un-commanded intimacy was in some way a betrayal of Thrali, of his own imagined distinction between the sex-slave he was forced to be and the man he was.

But if he could encourage this delusion on her part, make her belief that he was more than just a sex-toy; more than just a safety blanket to cling on to...perhaps he could turn the tables, after all.

He drifted off into sleep himself, dreaming for the first time in a long-time  of his past life, of gentle green hands guiding him out of the darkness.

                                               ==END OF PART SIX==