Drow Girlfriend: Viovrough #1 (special preview)

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 me and my men 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 then 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.