Rise of a Matriarch- Chapter 1 Sex and Security

Lady Iilafay Sandroza Eighth and least daughter of the house walked the halls of the family mansion her body and face hidden beneath a hooded cloak to help her avoid the knowing eyes of the servants of the house as they went about their business. Iilafay knew that her youth and circumstances earned her little respect , a mere century and a half of age and a good three centuries younger than the next youngest daughter of the house a gap which left her weak and vulnerable but still enough of a threat to worth her sisters eliminating her, all this of course lead to her current predicament seeking the favor of her revered mother and Matriarch of the family to give her protection. Gaining the Matriarchs favour was of course not easy one had to be either useful or entertaining and as much as it pained and disgusted her to admit it , she had yet to gain enough power to be useful. The thought of entertaining the matriarch filled her with fear at putting herself under the control of another particularly someone as cruel and whimsical as her mother but at the same time the thought of such power aroused her as it would any drow , if only she had that power.

Standing outside the door to the Matriarchs chamber were a pair of porcine orcish slave guards, tall and bulky compared to drow the guards were there to impress visitors. At the approach of a hooded stranger they crossed their glaives across the door to bar passage. Stopping before them, Iliafray pulled her hood aside letting them see her face, with a grunt of laughter the orc’s pulled their blades aside and pushed the door open. Stepping through the door she heard it slam shut behind her, the room beyond was dark even to the eyes of a drow at the far end a good twenty meters away sat a throne on which sat the shadowed form of the Matriarch behind the throne stood another pair of the porcine orc’s . “Well daughter I see you have come to visit your old mother, what brings you here to see me?”

With a sigh Iliafray reached up and unfastened the cloak and shrugged it of her shoulders as the heavy cloak fell to the floor leaving her standing naked before the matriarch. Standing nearly 5 and a half feet tall shoulder length hair cascaded down her back setting off her ebony skin, her eyes were a crimson orbs set in a shapely oval face, the body was trim and athletic slender waisted with what for a drow were fairly large breasts still small by the standards of more voluptuous humans.