Drow Girlfriend: Hisede (complete)

I’ve barely slept since Sanguis tried attacking Ophirin. Actually, I’ve not really slept since my father, Armand, died last year. Dealing with Sanguis and his kind was hard for him, and it’s been extra hard for me. I have night terrors now, ever since witnessing the war, ever since I saw the devastation in Bastat. I feel hopeless in all this. I feel out of control. I try to keep a smile on my face, to crack jokes and make light, but I was terrified and I am lost.

I have come to Rakshasa Country to seek help. Alexander can no longer spare any of his troops to me, and I know that the new Lord Scheer is planning something. Mythri is my cousin, Queen Mother to the Rakshasa, and one of the most admirable people I’ve ever come across. Amit is equally a legend, and talking to him these past few days has been a great comfort to me. He has promised to talk with Mythri and his advisors to see what they can provide. Talking to Amit, I can see why Dhaval is such a great king. I can also feel as if I am speaking to my own father, who I miss greatly.

“It’s time to wake up,” Hisede murmurs into my ear.

“Please, do not tell me such horrible things.” I roll over and lay my head between her breasts. “Just let me have a few moments longer.”

“Such a child, playing with breasts.” Hisede combs her fingers through my long hair. “You have your meeting with Lady Bianca this morning, you don’t want to be late for that.”

I kiss her chest and neck, breathing in the scent of her beautiful hair. “Let me stay in my fantasy, Hisede.”

Hisede chuckles and relaxes back into bed. “You were tossing and turning,” she murmurs. “Were you having nightmares again?”

I sit up and kiss her, her strong hands cup around my face. “I told you, I don’t like to talk about them.” I get up and walk over to the wardrobe.

Hisede slips her legs over the edge of the bed. “Back home, nightmares were a sign that healing was not complete. You still have some healing to do, Arlan. Why not ask for help? Lady Bianca, even your sister, could take care of things while you try to recuperate.”

“I can’t!” I bark then hold myself back. “Not Amelia, no. I’m expecting too much of her already.”

Hisede comes up behind me, stroking her hand down my bare chest as she dips her head down to kiss my shoulder. “I only worry,” she whispers. “I hate seeing you in such strife as you sleep.”

I turn and kiss her. “I never should have taken you on,” I sigh. “What will happen when I have to marry some...lady or empress?”

“I’ll sleep with her too,” Hisede smirks.

I laugh and hug her tight. “Thank you Hisede, for putting up with me.”

She rests her cheek to the top of my head. “To hell and back, Arlan.”

Together we get dressed and I go to fetch Amelia. We’re having a meeting with Lady Bianca, who had asked us to come to Rakshasa Country in the first place. It served as a boon for me since I needed to speak with Dhaval in the first place. Unfortunately, tragedy had called him away and he was in the Polar taking care of matters there. 

In the room waiting for us is Mythri and Chiyo as well as Lady Bianca and her son Abel, who is like my own kid brother. Bianca has been like my big sister, she’s a bit older than me, but she always took care of me and taught me all the bad words, pranks, and tricks that I know. She was someone I looked up to and adored, so of course, Abel was my buddy, my partner in crime. I would do anything for those two. Then, there is an Orc sitting with Abel and pouring him a cup of juice. 

“Arlan,” Bianca stands up and hugs me. She’s tall and with the sloping, curvy body of an hourglass. She had always been a looker with her honey-blonde hair and big brown eyes, but age and having Abel had made her an unstoppable force of nature. “I’m so glad you both came!” She then hugged Amelia.

“You know Arlan, he’s wrapped around your finger,” Amelia giggles.

“Arlan!” Abel hops up from the table and runs to me, grabbing hold of my waist and hugging tight. “I missed you!”

I kneel down and squeeze him tight. “I missed you too, little guy!” I muss his hair and watch him grin. “Have you liked the Rakshasa Court?”

He nods excitedly. “Davya and Chirayu have been playing with me, and they know where to find the fireworks!”

I snort and laugh. “You know your mother doesn’t like that. Not after that last time.”

“Chirayu holds the matches so it’s ok,” he says with a shrug. 

I grin at him and give him another hug. I glance back, seeing the Orc but his arm around Bianca’s back. Her smile is gentle and somehow extremely sad.

“Bianca,” I ask as I rise. “What’s going on?”

“Come and sit down first,” Mythri replies. “Please, I think it would be best.” Amelia and I step forward and Hisede takes a post at the door. “You too, Hisede. I have those lobster puffs you like so much.”

“Oh uh-” For once, my unflappable Hisede looks shaken. “Yes, thank you.” She bows her head and joins us at the table where Mythri pours her a cup of tea.

“Nothing is wrong, per se,” Bianca says quietly. “It’s just, I have some things I need to share with you both.” She looks at the Orc. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? This is Bryok, he’s the leader of the Orcs who are seeking refuge from Obresh.” She places her hand over his. “Actually, he’s my fiance now.”

I sputter and nearly spit out my tea. “Bianca!” I chuckle and grin. “That’s amazing! I thought you said you’d never marry again.”

“Yes, well,” she beams up at Bryok. “He made it very difficult to keep my own word,” she chuckles.

Bryok squeezes her hand. “She has told me all about you, as well as Abel,” he speaks with a gentle voice. “I have been excited to meet the people that they care so much for.” He then cups his hand over Abel’s head. “My intention is purely of affection. I fell for Bianca at first sight, and Abel was quick to capture my heart as well. I will do whatever is necessary to earn your trust so I can be seen as worthy of them.” He glances at Abel and his smile reminds me of how my own father used to look at me. “Once we are married, I intend to adopt Abel as my own. He will be my son, my heir, and I will raise him even as he grows old.”

Amelia sniffles and Hisede hands her a napkin to wipe her eyes. 

“As long as you stay true to all that, I have no doubt in my mind you’re a good man Bryok. I have met very few Orcs I didn’t like, and even they were loyal to family first and foremost, so I don’t think that’s a worry for me. Your people are welcome in Ophirin, as well as you. Merrypot will take them and even my home of Haguemont will accept your people seeking freedom from Sanguis.”

“My men are yours,” Bryok replies to my shock. “I have heard of your troubles in Ophirin and the Lords who wish to do you and your people harm. I will fight beside you and I will protect my new home. However many men I have to spare, they are yours.”

“If that’s the case, then can I marry you?” I grin.

Bianca giggles and she glances down at Abel. “You’ll have to fight me for him.” Her smile then turns sad again. “That is not the only thing-” She looks back at me with her troubled expression. “There is something I have been meaning to tell you, something I am still even terrified to say out loud but-”

“It’s ok,” Chiyo coaxes. “We’re here, we told you, no matter what Mythri and I will do what is right.”

I look to Amelia who has the same perplexed expression on her face that I do. “Bianca, what’s wrong? Please, you have to tell me.”

Bianca takes a deep breath. “I know how much Armand meant to you. Your father was a great man and I always admired him. After your mother died, the two of us took comfort in one another,” she says as tears roll down her cheeks. “It went on for a long time,” she cups her hand over her chest. “I loved him. I still do. But I always had to hide it, especially when-”

“Abel is our brother,” Amelia says bluntly.

I turn and glare at her. “Amelia!” I bark. But I wasn’t mad at her, I wasn’t even mad at Bianca or my father. I had been denying this for some time now. Everyday it was growing harder and harder to ignore how much Abel looked like my father, our father. Abel was like my miniature copy, any idiot could have seen that. I had been in denial though because of how much I admired my father. He was so devoted to the Goddess Irina and her word that bastards were blights on the earth and illegitimate scum, I would have never believed he would do such a thing to Bianca. So for the sake of Bianca, Abel, and my father, I went with the lie.

“You knew?” Bianca is breathless.

“I thought for a while he belonged to Arlan,” Amelia grumbles. 

“Amelia!” I jump to my feet.

Amelia gives me an angry look. “But then I realized Arlan never saw you as anything but family. So then, I sort of put two and two together. Dad was always lonely after Mom died and he took great comfort in your friendship. I was too afraid to ask anything, but I’ve known in my heart for a while now who Abel was to us.” She shrugs and smiles. “I never wanted to hurt you or him and I still don’t.”

I sigh and let my shoulders sag. “I never wanted to admit it,” I murmur. “But I knew too. Abel looks so much like dad, like me. It hurt me to think my father was so careless, with all his concerns for Irina and the blight.” 

“He is my son,” Brylok murmurs. “I will assure you he will never be seen as anything other than mine. He is legitimate with my name.”

I stand up from the table. “Abel, I always wanted a little brother. Now, I finally get to say I do.” I kneel down as Abel gets out of his chair and runs into my arms. I hug him tight, tighter than all the times before. 

“Arlan, why are you crying?” Abel asks.

I chuckle and smile at him. “Because I’m happy. Sometimes, tears don’t make sense, but often when they happen, they’re necessary.” I kiss his forehead. “I don’t care what Irina thinks,” I reply. “You’re my brother, and I have always loved you. No matter what anyone in all of Ophirin says, you are my blood, my family, and a great honor to know.” I hold his hands in mine. “House Saunburn will have to be replaced, and it just so happens their old home remains empty. The Golden Spire will be yours when you come of age, until then, your mother and father will tend to it. With those lands and your own House, no one can tear you down.”

“I don’t care about that,” Abel’s bottom lip trembles. “I just want to call you big brother.”

Amelia rushes over and hugs him tight. I join in, wrapping my arms around him. I know my father made mistakes, but Abel will never feel as if he is one of them.

“I always wanted to tell you,” Bianca whispers to me. “I hate I never did, but the fear won out.” She smiles brightly. “My heart feels whole again.”

After many tears and lots of hugs from everybody, I continued my talks with Bryok and Bianca. Both have promised troops should the escalation with House Scheer continue. I also talk with Amit and Bryok about taking in the Obresh refugees, considering there has been a great exodus from Ophirin to Gravelmeuse by those loyal to Sanguis and his ways, there is lots of room to take in the new people.

“I have a port, but nothing like what Obresh used to be,” I tell Bryok. “It’s yours if you so want. Make it as great as Obresh, fill it to the rafters with your people. You know better than I do what it needs.”

“I appreciate it,” Bryok says with a smile. “Perhaps it will get the rest of my family over here. My father is quite stubborn, he says he won’t leave Obresh until it’s burned or he’s dead.”

“Hopefully it will not come to that,” I say with a nod. “I know how much it hurts to lose a father.”

“That’s right, you’re related to Mythri and Chiyo, aren’t you?” Bryok asks. 

“It’s a recent bit of knowledge, but yes, their father was my father’s uncle. He was a young child when Mythri and her family vanished.” I lay my hand on my chest. “Which means technically, Mythri and Chiyo are Brachuss by name,” I laugh. “I have enjoyed the bragging rights.”

“Is that why you remained loyal to Arjun when Sanguis came?” Bryok leans forward. 

I set down my cup and take on a serious expression. “I remained loyal because I knew Sanguis was a threat and an evil soul. I remained loyal because it was right, not because of where my blood chose to land.”

A small smile spreads on Hisede’s lips and she turns her head to look out the window.

“That is why I am here today,” I continue. “Because I could stop now and let things go on as they are, but there is wrong happening in this world and if I can provide a bit of support to keep it at bay, I would give everything in my power to do it.”

“And that is why we have accepted Arlan so readily,” Amit chuckles. “He has the soul of a Rakshasa underneath it all.”

I chuckle and lean back. “I am not that strong Amit, I just try to follow your example through it all.”

The door opens and Mythri steps inside. “Good, you’re here.” She turns so that Hassan and Amelia can come in. “There is something that needs to be discussed.”

I furrow my brow. “What’s going on?”

Hassan bows down at my feet. “I wish to marry your sister.”

I am shocked, but I am beyond elated. I had known Amelia was getting close to Hassan, but I had never dreamed this would happen. For so long I was worried I would have to use my sister as a bargaining chip, lord knows it was one of the few things I hated about my father. The politics between the Houses of Ophirin are some of the most vicious and cutthroat in all the Empire after all, so they were necessary lessons. Doesn’t mean I liked having to learn them. I had been terrified that Amelia would have no freedom to choose a suitable husband, let alone someone she genuinely loved. I was afraid I would have to play the executioner to do it. But now, with help from Bryok, Bianca, and Amit, I was already feeling a sense of calm that Amelia would be safe. But this! This is a miracle! Not only is Hassan someone my sister adores, he’s an even better match than I could have made!

I hug them both congratulating them and accepting the engagement. Without even a prompt, Hassan also promises that whatever aid Ophirin and Haguemont need, he and his father will offer it. I had come to Rakshasa Country with so little hope and now I am filled to the brim with it. 

That evening I am afraid I drink quite heavily. I am so relieved and I have not felt this light and joyous in far too long. I celebrate myself into a stupor and poor Hisede has to drag me back to my quarters. 

“You’re so pretty Hisede,” I slur as she plops me into bed. “You got such big pretty muscles.” 

“You sound like an idiot,” she grunts as she removes my boots. “You’re going to be sick come morning.”

“You have the best ass in all the Empire,” I sigh. “I just...I just want to play with it all the time. Is that weird?” I giggle uncontrollably. “I like it when you let me!”

Hisede starts undoing my clothes. “You’re such a child.”

“I love you Hisede,” I yawn.

Hisede’s hands still. “No,” she whispers. “You’re drunk. You’re extremely, horribly drunk.”

“I love you so much,” I then belch. “I love you. I want to marry you.”

“No you don’t,” Hisede grumbles. “Go to sleep.” She tosses a pillow at me then slams a bucket beside the bed. I don’t know if she leaves the room or not but I soon pass out.

Come morning my head is throbbing and my mouth feels so dry and dusty. I cough and whine, sitting up and cussing at the light. I find water by the bed and guzzle it down in desperation. I heave and pant, hanging over the edge of the bed because it felt good for some weird reason.

“Hisede?” I grumble and look around the room. “Hisede? Help.”

“You’re pathetic,” I hear her snarl. 

“Hisede, help, please.”

“I told you that you’d be sick.” The curtains snap shut and the room goes dark again. She fills my glass with water again and then shoves me back into bed. “You sounded like an idiot last night.”

“What’d I say?” I huff. “I remember...something about a butt?”

Hisede scoffs. “All men are the same when they’re drunk.” She stomps across the room. “Saying shit they don’t mean.”

I hiccup and groan. “No, I said something else right?”

Hisede is quiet.

I sit up and try to find her across the room. “No wait, I remember.” I huff. “Oh no, I’m sorry Hisede.”

“What’s there to apologize for?” She hisses. “Aside from sheer stupidity?”

“No, no, I apologize to you for that daily.” I manage to stand up from bed. “I mean, I never meant to tell you that in such a way.”

Hisede turns and her eyes glow in the darkness. “Shut up!”

“Now doesn’t seem good either, but I need you to know because I can’t hold it back anymore.” I stumble and she rushes forward to catch me. “I do love you, that wasn’t the alcohol, it wasn’t a lie.” I look up at her. “I love you with all my heart.”

Hisede snarls. “You need to shut up.”

I kiss her and taste tears on her lips. She shoves me away. 

“You taste like sewer water!” She gags. 

“Sorry, I just-” I wipe her tears away. “I need you to know. Please, tell me you know.” I hold her face in my hands. “I love you.”

“I know you fool!” She pushes me away again. “I know it because it is in my heart as well! But it can’t happen!”

There is a knock at the door. “Arlan, it’s me,” Mythri replies. “I figured you’d not be feeling your best this morning, so I brought you a little hangover remedy Himank perfected when he was in school. May I come in?”

Hisede goes to the door and opens it. “That’s very kind of you,” she murmurs.

“I brought you something as well, Hisede,” Mythri replies. “Oh my, Arlan, you are a sight!” She gasps when she sees me.

“Always handsome,” I grumble as I return to bed.

“Is everything alright?” Mythri asks. She pets Hisede’s shoulder. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

Hisede ducks her head down. “I have not!” She whimpers.

“Arlan!” Mythri then fusses at me.

“I didn’t do anything!” I quickly try to cover. “I mean-” I huff and shake my head. “You know what. I don’t care who knows. I love Hisede.”

“Duh,” Mythri scoffs. “Then why the tears?” She pours a cup of tea and places it into my hands.

“It can’t be,” I sigh. I take a sip then yell out loud. “Is this made from fire?”

“Himank says capsaicin does wonders for a hangover. It’s mixed with a bit of my own cinnamon tea and a good dose of honey. But it’s also blended with some oils from our famous Skull peppers.” Mythri says with a gentle smile.

“Why are they called that?” I set the tea aside. “Not the point. I can’t just marry because I want to. I have to do the whole political masquerade bullshit.”

“Your sister has made a wonderful match,” Mythri then says. “Your family’s legacy is secured. You have offers of help from all sides now. Surely, with all that clout, you can marry this stunning lady.” She then offers a plate of the lobster puffs Hisede loves to her.

I smile at her. “It isn’t just my family, Mythri. It’s our family.” I sigh as the relationshion strikes me. “It’s amazing to look and see where the Brachuss blood is. Hell...it’s ruling the entire Empire.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “Hell,” I the whisper. “Who would ever challenge me when I had that supporting me?”

Mythri reaches out and takes hold of my hand. “You’ve got a lot of people who care about you and believe in you. You’re a very lucky man, Arlan.” She then steps away. “I’ll leave you two alone then. If you so desire, I’ll plan your wedding too. I’ve got like five or twelve I’m working on, one more won’t hurt.” She leaves the room and suddenly Hisede is on top of me.

Her sharp, hungry kisses are ravenous and frightening. Her strong hands hold me down onto the bed and I can taste her tears on my lips. 

“I love you too,” she sighs. “I’ve desired you since I met you!”

“Hisede-” I moan. “Hisede!”

She lifts up just enough and I catch my breath. “You’re being violent, as much as I enjoy that.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m still not feeling like my usual self.”

Hisede reaches under the covers and grabs me, stroking my cock in her strong hand. “This feels normal to me.” She grins through the shadows at me, her wicked teeth glinting in the dim light. “Let me take care of you this morning, my love. You can then take care of me for the rest of your life.” She pulls the covers back and kisses down my stomach.

“You expect to live longer than me?” I moan.

“You’re an idiot. You won’t last long.” Her tongue coils around my shaft and she moans against me.

I shudder  and my back arches off the bed. “Hisede-” I cry out.

Hisede slurps and moans, taking me deep into her mouth, which is wet and warm. I shudder, gasping for breath. I close my eyes tight and tangle my fingers in her hair. My thighs tremble and my hips buck. Hisede pushes me down hard and removes herself from me. 

“Not just yet.” She takes a leather tie from her hair and wraps it around the base of my cock. She ties it so it’s just tight enough to make me twitch in frustration. She pushes me down onto the bed, keeping her hand on my chest. “Me first,” she moans as she takes me inside her.

I grunt and grab her hips, rubbing my hands up and down her skull crushing thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”

Hisede is sopping wet and ready. I have learned it doesn’t take much to get her excited. Sometimes me just yelling at someone she doesn’t like is enough to get her excited and roaring. The first time we had sex was not long after the war in Ophrin. Things were calming down and I was trying to rest for a moment. Hisede came to me and when I thanked her for her strength and loyalty we kissed. Soon, she had me up against the wall and trapped as a willing servant to her desires. I had been admiring Hisede for some time though, she was beautiful and terrifying, exactly how I liked my women. 

Hisede’s core is molten and sweet, wrapping around me and squeezing me tight. The tie at the base of my cock keeps me hard so she can take all she wants. Hisede has an insatiable appetite, something she had even gone on to warn me about. I have been willing to let her do what she needs, often left weak and extremely happy by the end of it. 

Hisede rides me to hell, rattling the bed and making it slam against the wall. I dig my fingers into her hips and arch my back, thrusting up inside her. She cries out and starts to laugh. She lays down on me, kissing me hungrily in a moment of still and calm. My thighs are sticky and hot from her and as she sits up it clings to both of us. 

“Get up.” She removes the leather tie from around my cock then lays on her back. She spreads her thighs wide open and holds them back. 

I place myself between her thighs and she wraps her legs around my waist. I grit my teeth, trying to keep myself calm as I slip back inside her, she feels so good though, I do not know how I will last.

“Hurry,” Hisede mewls. “Fill me.”

My breath shudders and my heart throbs. “Anything you command of me.” I move slow at first, watching her expression become frustrated and sweet. She uses her legs to urge me forward, making me go harder and deeper. I go faster too, snarling and grunting as I plow into her. I then choke on my breath as her heat flow through me. I jerk and spasm inside, her inner walls hug me tight and I can’t stop the flood.

Hisede whimpers and mewls, gasping for breath as I cum for her. She giggles and bites her fingers, relaxing back into the bed.

As I collapse beside her, she giggles more and rolls over to me. “I don’t think Mythri knows how to plan a Drow wedding.”

I kiss her and pull her on top of me. “Is that what you want?”

“Your seed is inside me,” she purrs. “You’ll be in my life no matter what happens.” She kisses me and strokes her hands down my body. “Your breath is still horrible.”

“Sorry, my love.” I cup my hand over my mouth. “I promise, for our wedding, it will be sweet again.”

Hisede smirks. “You do love me, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” I whisper.

Hisede’s smile sweetens. “Yes well, I love you too.”