Drow Girlfriend: Viovrouh (complete)

    There were many reasons Sanguis placed me in Sothen, not just to repay me for all my years of service to him. It was also because it shared borders and territory with two very strong allies that Sanguis knew would join our ranks.

    The first were the Minotaurs of Nordholm, a clan that still kept to the old ways of the Minotaur. They took women, used them to breed, and then kept the male young. They are powerful and strong and have a large reserve of wealth due to their steel mill. Nordholm steel is extremely prized by many not just for weapons, but for armor, tools, and various other things. Getting the Minotaur to join was easy as I was well acquainted with their elders. After Demir tossed me aside, it was the elders in Nordholm I went to due to their own prejudice against the Centaurs. They welcomed Sanguis with open arms, eager to destroy the current Unified Nations in favor of what Sanguis was offering them.

    The others I was tasked with getting to join made me feel sick to my stomach. The Drow lived underground on the borders of four territories. They lived beneath Gravelemeuse, the Golem Lands, the Goblin territories, as well as Sothen. Setting foot in Ebonglen was punishable by death from just those lands. Granted though, if you set foot in Ebonglen you’d be taken by the Drow and something much worse than death would befall you.

    The Drow were a matriarchy, much different than the Minotaur’s and their patriarch. Their Queen, or whatever it is they call her, is said to be one of the most fearsome warriors in all the empire. Rather than choosing a ruler based on bloodlines, the Drow are more primal in their approach. The strongest warrior is made Queen. Better yet, whoever can defeat the current Queen and kills her becomes the new ruler of the Drow of Ebonglen. 

    The Drow don’t much care for humans, they hate almost everyone, but humans are probably more like roaches to them. I did not feel well with the task of meeting with Queen Viovrouh and her army of Drow women. I knew they’d rather gut me and hang me to dry than speak to me. Because the one thing they hated more than humans were human men.

    To my surprise Viovrouh asked to meet with me alone. She told me to wait at the entrance to Ebonglen just before dusk. Needless to say, I was nervous. I wasn’t sure if she had her warriors hidden and ready to pounce me. I had heard rumors of what they did to men who trespassed on Ebonglen.

    I waited near the entrance, sitting myself down on a stone. The air was growing colder as of late and a chill was running through the air and down my bones. As I turned my head to look behind me I heard a rasping sound. I looked back to the mouth of the cave and saw her standing there.

    I stared with an open mouth at her, never having seen a sight like it. Viovrouh was tall and terrifying, her pitch black skin glimmering in the dimming light of dusk. She stepped out, her legs were long and thick, slipping from behind a skirt rather than Drow armor. She wasn’t dressed like a warrior, in fact I never Drow even wore dresses.

    The white dress was long and flowing around her like a mist. It showed off not just her power but her femininity too. She had strong, thick legs and tight muscles, her breasts were small but well defined. Her arms looked toned and hard, there was no doubt in my mind she could rip me in half if she wished. And despite my fear I could not deny the beauty of her face. Her long white hair was pulled up into a braided crown. Her lashes were like snow-covered branches around her glowing eyes.

    I stood from the rock feeling as if I should throw myself onto the ground before her. She was strength and beauty in one terrifying package. If I didn’t think she’d kill me I would have asked her to be my bride then and there.

    “Lord Reginald, correct?” She came towards me and I saw the dagger strapped to her thigh as it peeked through her skirt. 

    “Yes.” My mouth is dry and I cannot breathe. I am trying to keep myself dignified but I am in a rocky place between aroused and frightened. No wonder the Drow are so deadly.

    Viovrouh smirks and kneels down so we are eye to eye. It is demeaning to me as I am in no way a short man. I am well over six feet, but Virovrouh is far taller and she enjoys that fact.

    “I have received many letters from Sanguis. He is annoying.” She looks me over then grabs my ruby arm. She holds it fast and pets her palm up it. “But I am excited to see if all his grandstanding bears any fruit.” She squeezes my arm and watches as the veins within glow. “The attack on Bastat made me quite happy.” She releases my arm and stands again. She then places her hand on top of my head and ruffles my hair.

    “Queen Viovrouh, please,” I growl.

    She squeezes her hand around the crown of my head and I shut my mouth. “Sanguis has made me many promises. He says he will give us our lands back. Can you assure me such promises can be fulfilled.”

    “He returned Sothen to me,” I snarl. “After it was ruled by Demir for so long.”

    Viovrouh moves her hand. “The sound of hooves was deafening. I am glad they are gone.” She slips her fingers under my chin and turns my head back and forth. “Do you know the lands that used to belong to the Drow?” She asks. 

    “Yes,” I snarl. “Charbagne.”

    Viovrouh slaps me across the face and I topple to the ground. “No! That is the name the men gave it! To us it will forever be Allhbelle!” She crouches down and pins me to the ground. “If you dare ever say that false name again I will add more scars to that face of yours.”

    I grunt and try to keep myself still. “Understandable, my queen.” 

    Her long gray tongue slithers from her mouth and licks at her lips. “If you stay this obedient I may like you.” She smirks at me and bites my neck. I try not to cry out in pain as he sharp teeth puncture my skin. My blood drips from her lips as she rises up and releases me. “For now, I will trust you.” She smears her fingertips in my blood. “But if I am ever displeased this mark is the target for my arrows.” She stands up off of me and as I rise I see I was not wrong. Her warriors are hidden everywhere and standing in wait.

    Viovrouh smirks, my blood still on her chin. “Tell Sanguis we shall join his silly cause if only for the entertainment. But even still Allhbelle will be returned to us. If not, he will share the fate of Demir.”

    I cup my hand around where she bit me. “Yes. Of course.”

    Viovrouh and the Drow came back with me to Sothen. They replace the Dragonborn who all go back to Gravelemeuse where Sanguis has made his fortress. Where the Dragonborn were more rambunctious and did as they pleased, the Drow were like panthers stalking the halls. They took their duties seriously and had a sharp as knives air about them. While male Drow could be warriors and serve in the army, most were relegated to taking care of the house and the young. The women were more tasked with being the warriors and fighting battles. They were trained early on and most of them had the sleek, effortless beauty that a cat has. They also had a superiority that made them look down their noses at my men. While they had earned their place amongst our ranks, I felt that had no right to treat my men and me as inferior. 

    The Drow also ate constantly and I was having a hard time keeping the kitchen stocked for them. I felt bad for my kitchen staff, as they had to work around the clock to keep the Drow happy. They ate and drank heavily, though from the way they trained and fought I should not have been surprised. They were vicious like street cats, but as sensual and daring as panthers.

    I cannot begin to describe how I felt for Viovrouh, my mixed feelings for her were becoming a storm inside me. I despise her and fear her and also am greatly aroused by her. Having watched the Drow’s training regiments often I have seen the terror that she is. Power doesn’t even begin to describe her. It was like she was dancing out there with my men, toying with them and batting them around before she took them down. Most of them didn’t see it coming. She was precision made flesh. I shouldn’t find this so alluring but should she ever want to take me into her harem I would want to be destroyed by her.

    One evening I am drinking alone and going over letters from Nordholm and Gravelemeuse. I reach for my cup but it is gone. Looking up I see Viovrouh has snuck up silently behind me. Another issue I take with the Drow, when they want to be they are as silent as night.

    “I thought you’d be with your harem.” I really wish I knew how to keep my mouth shut sometimes.

    Viovrouh sighs after taking a long drink. “I figured you’d be stroking your cock, but we’re all disappointed then.” She sits down on the sofa near my desk. She’s wearing sheer robe that drapes down from an cuff around her neck. It’s dark enough it doesn’t show much, but still sheer to where it makes the imagination go wild. Her eyes glow with the candlelight on my desk and her smirk is deadly.

    “What are you doing here then?” I ask her. “Voyeurism? Or did you genuinely need to speak with me?”

    “Hoping for both, will settle for one,” Viovrouh chuckles as she stretches out her long legs. Her long white hair falls off her shoulder. “My soldiers are returning with the Polar Princess as we speak. I was wondering if we should keep her with the Gnoll Girl or keep them separate. I figures since they would be in your dungeon, you’d should have some say.”

    “The dungeon for now,” I reply. “Once Sanguis comes to speak to them, we will bring them up into the room I told you about.”

    Viovrouh poses more on the sofa. “That’s what I thought.”

    I scoff and look over at her. “Is that all you wanted? You seemed to have known what to do without me. Why are you here?”

    Viovrouh poses slightly and chews at one of her sharp nails. “You intrigue me, Reggie. For a male, a human male at that, you aren’t quite what I expected.” She looks up from her nails and into my eyes. “Just who are you?”

    I frown and look away from her. “For one, I prefer to be called Reginald, not Reggie.”

    “Do not get me wrong Reggie,” she purrs despite my earlier statement. “I like you. More than I should like any human.” Her voice is raspy and deep. “I have no reason to not like you aside from my own prejudice. But those things can be resolved, which is what I want.”

    I place my letters back in order and place them inside my desk. “The last time I made a friend here under Sanguis’ care he was broken and now he’s gone. I would prefer us stay professional so I do not walk away feeling like a fool again.”

    Viovrouh snickers and gives me a wicked little smirk. “You mean that little Gnoll boy right?” She stands up and strides towards me. “What was his name? Edragon?”

    I frown and shake my head. “He doesn’t matter anymore.”

    “Oh, but I think he does, Reggie,” Viovrouh hisses. “Sanguis isn’t happy with him going missing, and you don’t seem to be taking it much better. That’s why I am here anyway, to replace him.”

    “There is nothing here to be replaced,” I scoff.

    “How are ranks even chosen with Sanguis? Just whoever he likes or whoever can give him what he wants the quickest?” Viovrouh comes up beside me and places her hand on my desk. “How about we fight for it then, huh?”

    I turn and look at her from head to toe. She’s poised and ready to rip me to shreds. “Are you joking?” My throat is going dry again.

    “Fight me,” she scoffs. “I do not know how you rule here in Sothen. You were given this kingdom by Sanguis. You didn’t take it. He did. You got this place and your crown through pity. Fight me. If you win you have earned it. If not, it is all mine and I shall take your place with Sanguis.” She then grins. “You can’t say you prefer the Dragonborn over me and my women. At least I ask.”

    I frown at her. “Please leave my chambers at once.”

    “Not until you fight me! Are you afraid to go hand to hand with me? Is it because I am a woman or because you know for a fact you’ll lose?” She claps her hands against her chest then crosses her arms to pat her shoulders. “Every inch of me is toned and trained and you? Your body is aging and failing, isn’t it?”

    I glare at her and taken a deep breath. “I’m as fit a warrior as any of your own.”

    Viovrouh arches her brow and tilts her head back, gazing down the bridge of her nose at me. “Your hair is graying, as is your beard. I bet your tits are sagging and your belly is heavy.” She then sighs. “If anything, your knees must be giving out after all your years of groveling at Sanguis’ feet.”

    “My queen,” I seethe through gnashed teeth.

    “Prove me wrong,” she bares her teeth to me.

    I take another deep breath and shake my head. “No. Because that is exactly what you want.”

    Viovrouh smirks. “You’re stronger than most. I like that. Most men would be dying at the chance to prove me wrong,” she giggles. “Not many get to.” She winks at me and laughs. “You’re fun, Reggie. I like playing with you.”

    “You call this playing?” I scoff.

    Viovrouh smiles at her and licks at her sharp teeth. “It’s not my preferred way to play, mind you. But yes. Remember, it is in fun and games that children learn the most. They learn friendship and loyalty. They learn fairness. 

Most importantly you get to see the true nature of someone. Do they lose gracefully? Are they a grateful winner?” She strides towards me and claps her hand down on my back. “I want to play with you desperately, Reggie,” she purrs. “If only to see what you are truly made of.” She glides her fingers around her bite mark on my neck and I hold back the tremble that builds inside me.

    “Good night Reggie. Remember, my door is always open.” Viovrouh throws her head back and laughs as she walks away from me.

    I feel as weak and pathetic as pudding spilled on the floor. Viovrouh has far too much power for one woman, but she uses it well.

    Viovrouh takes most of her Drow one day to go back to Ebonglen to check on the children. They are gone for a while, promising to be back before the captured Czarina Mila is brought to us and Sanguis comes to speak with her. 

    When they do return they have a small caravan with them. As they come back into the palace I see they have brought children with them. I approach Viovrouh who is holding a young child, she is cooing over them and bouncing them happily.

    “I thought we agreed that no children would be brought here!” I fuss at her.

    Viovrouh glares down at me as the child snuggles up to her. “I said I’d keep it in mind,” she rasps. 

    “Why are they here?” I hiss.

    “They missed their family. You have no children so I know you do not understand this feeling, Reggie,” she hisses at me. “But us Drow are all we have so when we are not with our kind we mourn. These children actually grow sick from it.” She squeezes the child in her arms. “You think we are hedonists but we love with all our might. Our children are the future and the ones we are fighting for. They are the reason we so desperately want Allhbelle back!” She gets in my face and bares her teeth.

    “But once again,” she snarls, “you do not understand this love because you have no children of your own.”

    The child looks at me and I see Viovrouh in her eyes. She’s a beautiful girl, her white hair is thick with curls. 

    “I am sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t know these things about the Drow.”

    Viovrouh kisses the little girl. “I suppose you wouldn’t. Men only have children to carry on their bloodlines. Us Drow have children because we love them and honor them. We may love freely, but above all else children our are everything. Without them, there wouldn’t be an us.”

    “I don’t know how long it has been since you met a human man, but there are many in the world who want children for the same reasons you do, Viovrouh.” I shake my head at her. “Bloodlines don’t mean shit in this world as I see it.”

    Viovrouh looks back at the girl and smiles, kissing her face all over. “This is Drarri,” she says. “One day, she with defeat me and become Queen herself. I’m making right sure of that.”

    I smile. “Good. Hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.”

    Viovrouh grins at me. “Do you not want a child who will give you that honor, Reggie?” She tilts her head. “Maybe if you ask me nicely, I will give you such a gift?”

    “I wouldn’t dare ask you,” I chuckle. “Besides, the child would overthrow me by the time they were three.”

    Viovrouh sets Drarri down and the girl runs off to join the other children who are playing with the adult Drow. “Our gods say that children are our greatest asset,” she purrs. “They also say that mixing blood will greaten our powers.” She glances down at me, a slightly secretive smirk on her lips. “It has been a while since we have gotten the chance to do such a thing. But perhaps, soon, we will be able to multiply freely.”

    I meet her suggestive gaze for a moment then look back out at the children. “Your gods aren’t wrong.”

    Viovrouh pats my back. “I’m glad you think so Reggie. I’m sure you’ll be hearing more about them soon enough.” She walks out towards the children and kneels down before them and grabs them up in her embrace as they rush towards her. She is well loved, there is no doubt, but there is something about her that is driving me crazy.