Difficult Decisions: A Drizzt and Catti-Brie Fic
I'm getting materials together for a Drow-centric Underdark campaign, and Drizzt keeps popping up. I'm going over lore and plot hooks that. Yes, the thing I was more looking forward to see developing in the books was Drizzt and Catti-brie's relationship. I love them both and was. Catti-brie and Wulfgar, concerned for the dwarf and scrutinizing his every action, noted the The companions have no connection to Luskan, and pose no threat to the Hosttower.” “We shall heed your wise advice, DelRoy,” said Drizzt.
The memories of her trek to the Underdark to stand beside her friend, her dearest Drizzt pushed into her mind and she could not deny that even then she held him close to her heart. Oh, it wasn't as if she didn't love Wulfgar, even Drizzt and her father cared for the barbarian.
And if he'd stayed and tried to make a go of it, she'd have given it her all to make it work. But he hadn't and a tiny part of her felt glad. Felt relieved that she wouldn't have to choose, wouldn't have to pretend only friendship with the person who had meant so much to her for so long. His warm breath puffed on her face as he remained silent. Was he waiting for her to make the first move? How silly, since she'd practically thrown herself at him.
She chanced a glance into his eyes and caught her breath at the fires in his lavender eyes. Any doubts as to his wanting her fled at the heat there. With her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips cradled in his, he could not claim she did not affect him.
From those few times she and Wulfgar had lain close like this she recognized what she felt stirring against her. A liquid heat pooled between her legs and instinct bade her move closer to what would relieve the ache. She opened them, drawing one over his thigh to put that needy part nearer him. I won't be able to," he managed, his hips shifting against hers.
Feels good Too many clothes," she managed, trying to wriggle out of her own, then turning to his. Her fingers fumbled with the belt and breeches he wore, trembling with nervousness and desire all rolled into one. Gently, he laid his hands over hers to still them, then bracketed her face. He pushed the thin material from her shoulders, then gazed on her freed breasts before he put his mouth on the tender skin above her nipples. Catti-Brie moaned and thrashed about, wanting desperately to touch him in return.
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Her hand sought and found what she looked for. Beneath his open breeches, engorged, hot flesh met her fingers and jumped at her touch. She released him at once, fearing she had hurt him. I'm sorry," she began. Let me touch ye. Let me do to ye what ye've done to meself. She turned away for a moment, finding a candle and flint to make enough light for her to see.
At the flare of the flame, Drizzt made a pained sound and she glanced over her shoulder to see him with an arm flung across his eyes I'd been using my night vision," he explained as he squinted against the sudden light until he could adjust to it. Just wantin' ta see all 'a ye. After all, ye have an advantage I don't lessen I'm wearin' me amulet," she told him before she turned back to face him completely. The sight before her nearly took her breath away. She'd seen him with his shirt off before and had admired the compact muscles of his torso, so different from Wulfgar's heavy ones.
Now she allowed her eyes to drift down his abdomen to the open trousers. Ebony skin against ebony skin, his male member lay on the thick bush of white hair. It throbbed with his heartbeat, a tiny drop of moisture glistening at its tip. She shook her head, beyond words and moved closer, dipping her head to press a kiss on the swollen head.
Somehow it reminded her of a mushroom with a thick stalk. Would it hurt as much as the first time? If she'd been thinking right she'd have asked Strumpet about it, but then again, the dwarven cleric might have required answers to some uncomfortable questions. At the touch of her lips on it, Drizzt stiffened but made no protest. Curious, Catti-Brie opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. His hips moved, sliding it deeper then back out again.
She ran her tongue around the place where the head and the shaft met and he rewarded her with a groan and clutched the bedsheets. His excitement built hers as well. Each sound of pleasure he made, each involuntary shudder and movement of his hips increased the wetness and ache between her own legs.
She wanted him, wanted that part of Drizzt she labored over at the moment to fill her. With a final lick, she rose and moved between his legs to observe him and contemplate her next move. He looked as if he'd fought a hard battle.
A fine sheen of sweat beaded on his body, his eyes squeezed shut with a look of concentration she seen rarely, even when he'd fought, his breathing came labored as he strained toward her. She reached down to pull her gown over her head, tossing it into a corner, then went for his breeches, working them over his narrow hips.
Once off, the trousers joined her nightgown and Catti-Brie decided she'd waited long enough for the feel of his flesh Beginning with his feet, she ran her hands over his legs, up his thighs, massaging and circling the sac and the shaft on her journey of exploration.
His skin twitched and contracted with the caress and his back arched as she slid up his body to lay atop him. That part of her that begged for fulfillment lay in direct contact with his swollen manhood, pressing against it until the sweet ache threatened to overwhelm her. Still, he allowed her to set the pace. He opened his eyes, gazing at her with such passion she knew she had breached all his defenses.
Are still certain this is what you want? Some deep instinct bade her sit back on him, feel the tip of him press against her most intimate part. And her flesh began to yield, little by little. As he moved against her, his flesh slid more deeply into her until he met resistance. Immediately, he stopped and pulled her off of him.
It's been months since I know enough that it shouldn't hurt. A sigh gusted from her. Maybe it's supposed ta be a bit uncomfortable after a long time and then go away after that. I just wasn't expectin' the way ya feel inside me. Well, she wasn't about ready to let it end like this. She curled against him, pressing soft kisses against his neck and jaw while snuggling into his side, her leg thrown across his thighs. The stretching sensation had gone with his withdrawal, but the ache had returned and she desperately wanted him to finish what he'd begun.
Her persistence paid off. First, he turned his face to her, allowing her to kiss him and then he began returning it, his hands then seeking her waist, pulling her closer, rocking her body against his. His hips began to strain against hers until he pulled her under him and settled between her legs.
He kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, then moved down to her belly. Chills and fire trailed wherever he went, his tongue working magic on its way. Then, he returned the favor she'd given him earlier, tasting her as if she were a feast.
His mouth found the sensitive spot and gently suckled and tongued it until she nearly cried out, making little noises of need that seemed to drive him on. She moved her hips against the pressure of his mouth until that no longer sufficed.
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I need ye and ye tease me unmerciful. Take me, now," she begged yet again, needing the feel of him inside her to finish this. His mane of white hair framed his intent face as he did as she asked, moving up over her body and sliding into place. The blunt head of his erection pressed against her opening, slipping in, meeting resistance for a moment, then pushing on past the last barrier. She held back her cry, biting her lip and waiting for the fullness to seem less. When she stiffened involuntarily, he stopped, but she wouldn't allow him to withdraw again and held him close with her legs against his buttocks.
Time seemed to stand still. Their breathing sounded harsh in the quiet. No discomfort, just a sense of welcome wholeness as if she had waited for this all her life. He pushed up onto his arms and studied her face. She gave him a slight smile, then rotated her hips again, increasing the pressure and friction. With that, he took her cue and began again to move rhythmically inside her. The world narrowed for them both to these sensations. Pounding hearts, flesh sliding against flesh, flesh sliding in and out of flesh, enveloping and being enveloped, the call of need for sharing this, for mating, indeed, for being so close that the partners no longer cared where one started and the other ended.
Catti-Brie felt the pleasurable sensations build in her belly and between her legs until she thought she might die. Somewhere in her subconscious she knew she made little cries, but it made no difference for soon the pleasure built to such a level her entire body arched, pressing against the instrument of her delight, clenching around it and beckoning her lover to join her.
Indeed, the sounds she made excited Drizzt, for he sensed her nearing fulfillment and none too soon. As her inner muscles tightened around him, he allowed his iron will to slip and the sensual haze to overwhelm him. Her cry of release drove him to frenzy and within moments he joined her, feeling unimaginable spasms pouring his seed into her. Exhausted, he hung on his forearms above her, trying not to smother her with his full weight. She reached up to brush his hair behind his ears, lingering on the pointed tips, then moving to his mouth.
One fingertip brushed his lips, then she pushed up to kiss him. With all me heart and soul. And if'n ye still must go, I'll understand. I don't own anything.
So here it goes Drizzt Do'Urden was lying in his bed in Mithral Hall, trying desperately to stop his mind from spinning so he could at least find the peace of sleep. It was a futile effort. Too many things to think about. Drizzt sighed, rolling over for the fifth time in almost as many minutes. Thus, he was perfectly aware of his door creaking open and then closed again. He looked up cautiously, seeing well in the darkness with the sensitive eyes of his drow heritage, and found his friend Catti-brie standing against his door in her night shift with an almost nervous expression marring her normally joyous face.
Why are you about at such a late hour? He started to light a lamp, but Catti-brie stayed him, feeling her way to the edge of his bed in the darkness. Drizzt lit the lamp anyway, but kept its wick low. It was a great effort of will for Catti-brie to keep her eyes from lingering too long on Drizzt's bare torso as the dim lamplight gently low lighted his ebony skin.
She took a deep breath and found the lavender eyes she adored so much. Catti-brie stayed silent, and the elf could see the troubles roiling in her bright blue eyes, could sense the unease about her. Drizzt took his friend's hand in his own, lending support, and felt the usual tingle that came any time he had reason to touch her.
Catti-brie stared down at their hands, then looked back up into the dark elf's eyes like a startled doe. It was not a question so much as a battering ram to the dam of her emotions. Catti-brie took a deep breath and tried to smile as she began. We have a bond of sorts, we do. An understandin between us that runs deeper than simply knowin a man's mind, but his heart and soul as well.
Though, he was also taken aback. Drizzt had always thought that he and Catti-brie shared something special, but they'd never spoken of it really. It just seemed to be understood between them. He nodded that he agreed, and went to speak but she held up an impatient hand for silence. You be knowin I did, and I would've surely married him. Fer all his flaws, he was a good, good man, and I loved him," she paused and took a breath, exhaling in a rush, "But Before she could start again, Drizzt gently interjected.
I felt it; a connection that I had never experienced with any living creature before. Different than the friendships I've come to know, and the connection that I have even with Guenhwyvar, though that bond, too, runs deep and strong. With Guenhwyvar it is the kindred of the warrior, the hunter and survivor. You and I, we are It is the closeness of a common soul, a common fabric of thought and feeling. The closest word he could think of in the drow language was meant more for a trusted accomplice or co-conspirator; not befitting at all.
He did not know a word in any language to describe Drizzt Do'Urden and Catti-brie. Drizzt, though deep in thought, noticed that she'd moved closer to him on the bed, both of her hands now holding his tightly. Drizzt nodded, his mind flashing through the battles they'd fought together, the dangers they'd faced, and the fears and sorrows they'd shared. He caught one moment from only a short time ago, a memory of Catti-brie lying near death in his arms on a stone bridge in Tarterus.
He looked back into her blue eyes and knew somehow that was where Catti-brie's mind had led her as well. It had been a dire moment for them both. Her next words were very quiet, even to Drizzt's sensitive ears. I was floatin in dark hell, and I felt that touch, that kiss, and I knew it was ye, I felt it burnin away the hopelessness that sank into me bones. The closeness was not uncomfortable.
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A thick blanket separated them, yet Drizzt could feel Catti-brie's body heat in waves. He could hear her heart thudding out its quickened rhythm, though she was outwardly calm. Drizzt's head started to spin. Catti-brie lowered her own, pressing her forehead to Drizzt's and locked his eyes to hers. Drizzt, a bit shaken, for he wondered where the conversation would turn, felt the familiar tingle and a sense of calm move through him at the contact and her proximity.
One that's not a battle, somethin better, somethin Catti-brie, child of the unforgiving Icewind Dale, champion archer of Mithral Hall, daughter of the mighty Bruenor Battlehammer, was afraid. Afraid of Drizzt's rejection in this. Got in a fight with a yochlol and nearly won While the effects were felt by the other characters, the manner in which Wulfgar was removed was abrupt, to say the least. He gets a send off in a short story in an anthology book later on, though.
Red Oni, Blue Oni: The proud Red to Drizzt's Blue Oni. Played with, since he didn't fight in a war, so much as survive being tortured by a demon for seven years. Several of Wulfgar's feats of strength are beyond what even a vey strong man could accomplish.
His strength is greater than Ogres and Trolls, races much stronger than humans and rivals that of Hill Giants. The First Cut Is the Deepest: Before he was killed at Mithril Hall, he and Catti-Brie were set to be married.
But after being recovered from the Abyss and all the torture he was made to endure, they couldn't quite make it work anymore. To Catti-brie, who ended up with Drizzt. No mere human or orc comes even close to Wulfgar's strength. Lawful Evil Always Someone Better: Artemis gets slapped hard in the face with this after spending time in Menzoberranzan and meeting an entire CITY of betters. Despite all the work he has put into his skills, he is put into a position where he cannot kill anyone to raise his status, and most of the population are killers on an equal level with him.
Artemis despised Drizzt because, despite their equal abilities in combat, Drizzt devoted his life to, well, his life, gaining friends and actually having a life worth living, whereas Entreri became a soulless killing machine, and he sees in Drizzt the hollow emptiness of his own existence.
Drizzt, for his part, hates Entreri both because he's an evil bastard, and because he sees in Entreri what he could have become if things had been different.
Entreri later grows out of it. He comes to respect Drizzt for the choices he took in life and the friends he made, rather than despise him for them, and as Entreri becomes a better person, Drizzt hates him less and less. With Drizzt more than a few times over the years, most recently in Neverwinter. With Jarlaxle until Road of the Patriarch. When attempting to enter Castle Perilous, Athrogate called a stuck gate a "son of a bar whore".
Artemis didn't take it well. He'll pull every dirty trick in the book during a fight.