This is an original story based on D&D universe.
Plot: In Menzoberranzan love seems not to exist, almost as if it were an unknown feeling, or hidden behind the rock walls of the buildings, the veils that adorn the rooms, behind blood-stained screens. There seems to be only obedience to Lolth, the Mother of Destiny, and to her priestesses, to the Matron Mothers who compete for power, ruling from their houses: a war that wears out but amuses the Spider Queen.
But what happens if love blossoms between two young drow, belonging to two different houses who have the common goal of overthrowing the Baenre and conquering their power? Unaware of their respective Matron Mother's thirst for power, the two just want to be together and give in to lust and passion. Yet, something lurks in the shadows, someone who spies on them and holds a grudge, to the point of having the possibility of destroying everything they desire.
Will they be able to have a happy ending, there, in that city governed by Lolth? Or will they have to run away?
Characters: Many of them are my ocs, but there are also characters from D&D.
Rating: Mature
New Chap: Usstan ssinssrigg dos!
Chapter 1: Melodious Symphony
Chapter 2: The Pale Rose
Chapter 3: Wounded Heart
Chapter 4: The Beast
Excerpt:
My mouth flew to her lips, kissing them as I held her close to me, lifting her off the ground as I took her into my arms. My tongue ran to her, ready to dance calmly yet wildly. Every part of my organism wanted only her, my heart called out her name in a loud voice, and my blood wanted to poison itself with her sweet essence, which I was savoring with that ardent display dictated by the passion that she was capable of awakening in me. Love didn't exist for us drow of Lolth, yet we were able to feel it like other living beings, so why not let the szarkai enter my life, losing myself in the feelings I felt? It couldn't just be mere sexual desire, it was something else that pushed me to want to go beyond the mere facade, the mere surface... I wanted to know everything about her, not just the flavor of her body or the sound of her voice: I wanted to know every secret, every minutia, every detail. I wanted her to slip under my skin, to become the absolute presence of my existence, I wanted my life to depend exclusively on her, I wanted her little feet to crush my head while I worshiped her like a goddess.
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