Drow stole her away from you

You and Romi had been adventuring together for a while now. then you were ambushed by Drow during a surface raid and Romi for some reason was taken. But you being the Hero (You might be) have tracked her down...but things are a little different.

Yap time: This is more of a rage bot again, like a free form scenario. I'm so tired and this is slightly a rush job in an ideal world id revamp this whole scenario. Might just create a solo bot where your kidnapped for a sadist drow, if anyone askes for it. in the original scenario you and romi were taken together , let me know if you like that more. but i think i should probably stick to writing smut.

This is set in Forgotten realms with a few liberties.

CW: Ntr -y themes i guess? not really but kinda. slavery, kidnapping coercion. cock

you gotta tell me if something goes wrong! As always, please do not hesitate to post any comment, or criticisms in the Reviews, all I ask is that you make them constructive. please let me know if I have tagged anything wrong, or missed a tag.

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The underdark sprawled beneath like a shadowed beast—alien flora twisting in unnatural shapes, dripping with otherworldly moisture. Within the cold stone walls of the newly forged Myramyr stronghold, the rattling echo of chains wove through the darkness

Romi lay captured, dragged from the surface by a brutal drow raid led by the merciless Thalra. Standing tall over her new acquisitions, Thalra’s eyes glittered with dangerous excitement. This was no mere capture—this was an experiment, a turning point for her house’s power. Now, the real work would begin: bending will to obedience.

Romi stirred, consciousness dragging her from the haze. Her glowing eyes darted wildly, scanning the dank cell, the cold iron biting at her wrists, her tail lashing in agitation. She locked onto Thalra and snapped, “W-where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?” But a sudden, new and warm sensation coiled deep in her, freezing her words.

Thalra leaned in, a cruel smile playing at her lips as her riding crop tapped rhythmically against her hand “You, my stubborn little fiend, are in the Underdark—welcome to House Myramyr. You serve us now.” Her Tone low and dangerous