CHAPTER 1
Gromph Baenre looked down at the now shattered crystal figurine and the elvish looking male curled up in a ball amidst the broken shards on his floor and smirked. They said it couldn't be done. But he did it. They said that the Archmage of Menzoberranzon couldn't separate the astral warrior from the figurine that was used to summon the warrior. Not without seriously mutating and/or killing him. But the Archmage loved a magical challenge and this had been a hard one. He had tried and failed with several hundred other more common and much less expensive figurines before he dared to try it on this one. This figurine could summon an elven warrior, an intelligent, incredibly fast warrior. This one could easily beat Drizzt Do'Urden and his panther. This one had also been very expensive as well. But he had done it. He hoped that the astral warriors mental state was still intact as well.
His smirk turned into a wide grin and he laughed as his ebony fingers ghosted over the warriors arm moving upwards across his shoulder and neck then tracing his jawline up to the tip of his pointed ear then back down to his chin. A shiver ran down Gromphs spine. This was a handsome one, this warrior that lay unconscious and naked on his floor in front of him. Gromph felt his loins heat up as his desire for this young warrior made itself known once again.
Gromph then realized that the astral warrior would be very confused and angry when he regained consciousness and that it might be a good idea to restrain him so he could not strike out when he awoke. Gromph certainly didn't want to have to kill him right away or to have to damage his flawless new slave.
Gromph heard footsteps coming down the hall towards his office in Sorcere. He also realized he didn't want anyone else to know about this elven warrior, for if any of the priestesses found out he existed, not only would they take him, they would sacrifice him to Lolth, after torturing him extensively, of course, to earn the Spider Queens favor.
Gromph suddenly felt very possessive of the fairy. After all, he was the one who had spent the last three centuries figuring out how to separate him from the figurine. The faery was his and Lolth be damned if some damn female was going to take him away from him.
He waved his hands over the figure and said several words, rendering him invisible. The footsteps stopped outside his door and he groaned as someone pounded on his door. He stood up and sighed, shifting himself as he walked to the door, his erection making itself known, in no uncertain terms, it was not about to go away until it got to taste that exotic figure laying on the floor.
He flung the door open angrily and glared at the priestess standing there.
"What do you want, Triel?"
"The Matron Mother has called for a meeting now and you are to come at once.", his sister sneered at him, before turning sharply on her heel and stomping back down the hall, the way she had come.
"Cursed demon spawn of an ogre!" he spat, closing the door, as he turned to stare where the unconscious fairy lay, a look of lust filling his eyes, and his erection throbbed in protest at the thought of not taking him now, right there on the floor.
He sighed again and using a levitation spell, lifted the astral warrior and put him on the bed. He tied his hands and feet, one to each corner of the bed, then pulled a blanket up halfway up the bed, stopping just above his waist. Gromph sighed again as his fingers butterflied over the smooth skin, starting at his neck and stopping just below his waistline. He leaned down and ghosted his lips across the faeries, his tongue darting out slightly as he licked his captives lips then ghosted his way across the cheek to lick the edge of his ear up to the tip, causing the faery to shiver and to ever so slightly, tilt his head and let out an an almost imperceivable moan. Gromph startled, stood up then grinned. He turned on his heel and left the room, magically locking the door behind him.