<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MeQuoWW.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Velkynvelve, bridge crossing the waterfall<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Non-consent, molestation<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Leyana<br/><hr/><br/>The elf was mostly left to her own devices as she was made to empty the latrines of the several barracks of Velkynvelve. While she cleaned, she was never too far from a drow warrior; Like the elves, their dark cousins did not truly sleep, they rested through meditation. Even as the drow meditated, they were still mostly aware of their surroundings. As Leyana crept through one of the common barracks’ and stealthily extracted some equipment from a footlocker, she went entirely unnoticed.<br/><br/>After she quietly removed the items--stashing a pair of them in her muck bucket, and another in an unmentionable place--she proceeded with her duties, which eventually brought her to the bridge that stood over the waterfall. As she sloshed the bucket of waste into the waterfall, she was unaware a presence that had stepped silently behind her. Before she could react, a strong hand shot out to grasp her by her thick, red hair.<br/><br/><strong>”Think you’d survive the fall, surface cunt?”</strong>The voice of a male drow growled into her ear; Using his strength, he pushed her up against the rope that stretched across the chasm and effectively served as a handhold. With a strong enough push, he could send her toppling into the waterfall, to the unknown depths below.<strong>”I’d love for you to give me an excuse to try…”</strong>He reined back on her hair, taking away the immediacy of his threat against her, but at the same time, he shoved his free hand down the front of her ragged breeches, and raked his fingers across the front of her pussy. Unbeknownst to him, a stolen vial of drow poison was mere centimeters away from his probing digits as he pushed the first knuckle of his index finger into her slit. His breath was warm and wet on her ear as his chest was pressed against her back; she could tell from his closeness that his blood was running hot and his lust was in control of him.<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Fh9ZXf9.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Finally, he released Leyana, and pushed away from her. So focused was he on the object of his torment that he hadn’t noticed the rope and short sword that she’d stowed at the bottom of her shit bucket.<strong>”I’d drag you to my cot if you didn’t smell like shit. Maybe once they’ve washed you, I’ll pay you a visit.”</strong>He smirked, his red eyes glaring at her as he slowly walked backwards, savoring the sight of her, then turned to leave. Hardly a moment passed that he was gone for Leyana to collect herself when she heard a voice coming from across the rope bridge.<br/><br/><strong>”<em>That savage… My lady, I am terribly sorry that I did not arrive a moment sooner to intervene</em>.”</strong>The voice was rough-cut and monstrous, but it spoken in surprisingly fluent Elvish. When Leyana turned to it, she would see an enormous quaggoth carefully ambling towards her. She would recognize him as a fellow slave incarcerated in the pens; Unlike the other quaggoth, he seemed to carry himself more like a man than a beast, and when he spoke, as rare as it was, it was in the same Elvish voice.<br/><br/><strong>”<em>Please, don’t… Don’t run away from me. We have not been properly introduced, and I may not look like it, but… I am an elf, just like you. My name is Derendil…</em>”</strong>He hesitated, then continued,<strong>”<em>Crown prince of the kingdom of Nelrindenvance.</em>”</strong>Still afraid of startling her, Prince Derendil gave her a wide berth as he stepped off of the rope bridge and onto solid ground.<strong>”<em>They sent me to fetch the priestess. The dwarf woman, she...She succumbed to her wounds just a few moments prior. It was… Ghastly.</em>”</strong>He glanced past her, towards the shrine of Lolth, then back to her; The quaggoth that claimed to be an elf didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave her.