Family Affairs
Disclaimer: I own very little, and it doesn't include Menzoberranzan, Silverymoon, Mithrall Hall, or any of Mr. Salvatore's characters. I will accept the blame for the OC's though…
A silly little plot bunny that wouldn't go away…the tale of how House Do'Urden gave itself a boost up the Menzoberranzanian ladder and how Drizzt would later feel the consequences. Enjoy.
Oh, and yes, I know I'm weird. And you know that's why you love me
Prologue:
Three clerics stood in formation about the altar, one at his head and one on either of his flanks. On the altar's cold surface a naked, handsome drow male sweated and squirmed, not wanting what was about to happen but knowing that pleading would avail him nothing. He was not physically restrained but a will other than his own held him in place. The high priestess entered the chapel, cupping something in her hands. She took up her place at his feet, motioning for the clerics on either side to part his legs.
Then she sat the spider down on the altar's top. It had taken her days and days of unrelenting prayer to achieve this, this tiny little thing. But it was here now and her triumph was at hand.
The spider was small, no bigger than her thumb nail, a little round body bobbing on eight near-invisible legs. It seemed to shiver, as if it were cold, but it knew where it could find warmth. It scuttled up to the male, who moaned, and disappeared beneath his body. The clerics stroked him soothingly as he moaned again, feeling the spider crawl inside him.
"Hush," spoke the priestess. "Soon you will be beloved of Lolth."
The male sobbed. All four females began to chant, each with their hands resting at the male: on his temples, his shoulders, his belly, and the high priestess leaning forward to place her hands over his pelvis, just above his most intimate place. She felt the warmth building within his flesh as the spider reached its destination, and knew the critical moment of the spell was upon her.
She could feel the power of Lolth flowing through her as she raised her voice, screaming out the final words of the prayer in ecstasy. The heat in the male's belly flared and he wailed. And then it was done.
"Shhh." The priestess soothed, moving so that she might stroke the male's forehead. "You are being accorded a great honour, my son. Do not cry so. Lolth smiles upon you this day."
The male quietened as she continued petting him, drawing him close and helping him from the altar. She wrapped a piwafwi about his trembling shoulders, letting him lean on her as she led him from the House Chapel.
Matron Innara Do'Urden was still young by drow standards, only just into her third century. Her son, Kailen, was her only child. The stabbing blade of her mother, when Innara had seized the Do'Urden throne, would ensure she could never have another baby, a grievous blow indeed for an aspiring female drow.
But Innara would not let that stop her; had found a way to bring her House into prominence like never before. If she could not produce a daughter to carry on her legacy then she would have to settle for a granddaughter- and if she was trying out a new and unusual way of getting one, then so much the better.
She led poor, trembling Kailen to her own luxurious room, where waited a second male, her House Weapons Master. She gently pushed her son into his arms, motioning for them to lie on the bed. "You know what to do." She told her Weapons Master as she left the room. The male bowed his head in acquiescence before scooping up the younger drow and laying him on the mattress. Then, with a lewd wink at his soon-to-be-lover he began to undress…
Innara returned to the chapel, kneeling before the altar, where here clerics had already taken their places, and fell once more into prayer. Even having been granted the means to complete the spell she could not be sure that this was truly an endeavour blessed by Lolth- the Spider Queen was notorious for the cruel games she played. But, if it worked- if her son could be made to conceive a child by another male – then she was sure that the Spider Queen would be pleased with her indeed.
It was devious, cunning and unnatural- the best three ingredients for any Lolth-blessed plan.
It was unfortunate that Innara would have to wait many tendays to be able to confirm whether or not her spell had worked.
But if Innara was anything, it was patient.
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Poor Kailen! What a mean mummy he's got! Again, yes, I know, I'm strange…