Venium and Beldin have a heart to heart

No sooner had the doors closed then Venium rounded upon her brother. Her hand grabbed his throat and she slammed him against the hard stone wall, her greater strength easily pinning the slighter male beneath her grasp.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you Beldin?” the drow seethed. Beldin choked and gagged beneath her iron grip. “Well you’re wrong. I won’t take that kind of disrespect from a lowly male. Know your place.” Her other hand suddenly cupped his balls. Beldin stiffened, his face blooming red in his sister’s heat sensitive vision, flushing with panic as she slowly molded his balls in her sharp fingered grasp.

Venium smirked and leaned in closer. She smelled of heady spices and sweat from her practice earlier. “Look at you. I know all about your little theories. You think men should rule? But look at you. I can crush you with one hand.” He sucked in a breath sharply as her fingers tightened around his balls. Venium stared into her brother’s eyes, her own face growing warm and breath heated.

She leaned in closer, her onyx lips right next to his ear. “But I know the truth. I know you’re just a coward. You’ll never accomplish that because look at you. Already at my mercy. Goddess,” she gasped, leaning in closer, pressing her breasts against him, sandwiching him between her and the wall. “You could have left but you never do. You’re always still here. Still with us. You can’t leave us. You like this. You know it.

“Goddess.” Her breath steamed against his face, pulsing with blood but tight with barely maintained composure. “I should cut off your balls like I would a disobedient ****. But then you’d never get to use your tool. I could turn you into my perfect little pussy licker. A **** between my legs to replace all the ones I lost.” Her grip tightened. She took her hand from his throat – he dares not move – and brushed some fallen strands out of his face. “If you would only accept your place I wouldn’t have to try and teach you it so often.” She slowly rolled his balls between her fingers, now almost contemplative.

Baldin gasped from the fingers about his neck. “I’m still…your brother…”

Venium released him suddenly and stepped away. He crumpled to the floor, shrouded in cloth and shadows, warmth leaking from his face into the cool air of the cavern. Venium turned and quickly glanced down the passages. Fortunately the caverns were extensive. Most of the family was busy in some other reaches, still scouting, building, preparing. The doors to the main hall were still shut. They were alone. She drew in a ragged breath and pushed some loose silver strands of hair back beneath her helmet. She looked back to the crumpled form of her brother.

“…Beldin?” she asked in a voice shuddering from arousal. The cloth did not move. She squinted, finding it harder to see him as the heat leaked away from him. There was a vague imprint of warmth from where she had pressed his body against the wall. She bit her lower lip and glanced back down at his crumpled form.

“Beldin. That was…It’s…Goddess, it has been so long since I had my slaves. I…” She cut herself off. Silence.

“…I will meet you at the entrance,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll gather the other four. We’ll head out when night falls.” She quickly turned away and marched off into the hall, the cool breeze chipping away the heat of her face, yet the warmth of her undergarments pressed against her gash, juices sticking to her in constant reminder of how far she had nearly gone.

As she left Beldin rose from the floor. He pressed his back against the wall for support and watched her depart with smoldering violet eyes. Dexterous fingers massaged his throat and he hissed at the feeling of the bruises soon arriving.

“Some day…” he muttered. “Some day…”