Innocence Corrupted

Disclaimer:

I do not own Dungeons & Dragons or any of its associated characters or settings. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.



Warning:

NC, Femslash, and other naughtiness sure to offend prudes.



Chapter 1





It often seemed like the Elves and other non-human races had always been part of France (especially to the poor French peasants who made up the bulk of the country’s population).



But this was not the case.



The Dwarves, Elves, and other non-humans had come from somewhere beyond Earth. Arriving occasionally in groups of hundreds or thousands, but more often coming individually, long ago.



Usually with no knowledge of how they got there and only fragmented memories, if any, of the life they had led before.



Though some did remember, and spoke of places like the underground realm of the Underdark, a shadowy world where life was cheap and cruel goddesses were worshiped, or the great City of Waterdeep, a magnificent kingdom by the sea.



But such stories were not widely believed, even by the people from other worlds themselves.



The dark elves were more fortunate than most of the non-humans in France. While races such as the Dwarves and Goblins were usually shunned or even openly persecuted by the human masses, the drow had found a way to integrate themselves into French society. For, though stripped of most of their magic and memories, the dark elves still possessed something the humans wanted.



Their women.



The females of the drow race were highly sought after by human men not only because of their fey beauty, but also because of the fact that the dark elves aged so slowly that it was widely believed (by humans) that they were immortal, and that the drow passed this trait down to their children (even if those children had human blood).



Because even the children of the drow who were half human aged very slowly (though not as slowly as pure blooded drow) this belief persisted for a long time, and over many centuries the dark elves married into the noble families of France. As French nobles tried to strengthen their legacy by fathering ‘immortal’ children.



By the time Marian Casta was born most of the dark elves in the country were wealthy and members of the aristocracy.



Most of the old noble families in France had drow in their family tree somewhere, and the drow themselves usually lived in luxury in the great cities of France or on country estates, or even in a few elf only communities of their own.



Of course the wealth and power of this large non-human minority (which constituted between 10 to 20 percent of the French population) generated a lot of resentment among the human masses. This feeling was also shared by human members of the French aristocracy, many of the who resented that those of Elvin blood tended to look down on humans regardless of their wealth or titles.



And Marian Casta was certainly not above taking advantage of this situation.







Marian quickly learned all she could about the young (by Elvin standards) drow woman who intrigued her so.



This was relatively easy because of Casta’s privileged position at Saint Mary’s and the fact that dark elf students at the convent had always been rare enough that the arrival of a new one was sure to cause comment.



Within a few hours after seeing the elf girl, Marian learned that her name was Chrissy Lera, and that her mother Gennifer Lera was actually of English descent.



Little was known about Gennifer Lera, beyond the fact that she was rich and had arrived in France decades ago (visibly pregnant) with Chrissy, claiming to be a widow. Gennifer had then purchased a country estate a few miles away from the capital and had pretty much kept to herself, raising her daughter only with the aid of her personal servants.



Figuring that she had enough to start on, Marian Casta decided to make her opening move at evening meal the next day.







Evening meal was something that most of the people at the convent of Saint Mary’s looked forward to.

This was not because of the food (which usually consisted of gruel) or the room where the meal took place itself (a large bare room filled with plain wooden tables), but because of the fact that evening meal was a time when most of the teachers and students could socialize, gossip, and relax after the affairs of the day.

During evening meal a relaxed, informal atmosphere existed that was present during the no other part of a normal day at St. Mary’s.



Which was part of the reason that no one did anything when another student quite blatantly stole Chrissy Lera’s bowl of gruel. The little theft was also ignored because the stout girl who committed it was a violent bully (whose behavior was tolerated because her family gave almost as much to Saint Mary’s as Pierre Casta) and a known associate of Marian Casta.



However, before Chrissy’s surprised eyes, Marian intercepted the chubby student and snatched the bowl from her.

“How dare you take that poor girl’s food Lucinda” Marian said with apparent indignation. Making sure she had Lera’s attention.



“One day you’ll push me too far Mary…then” Lucinda growled as she made a fist.



But as she turned away she thought “you better come through Mary and give me that red dress for this.”



This scene was also observed by the Abbess, who sat at her own table with Saint Mary’s senior teachers and administrators. Dining upon a fine repast of roasted chicken and other delicacies far different from the simple fare most of the people in the room were eating.



“What is that girl up to now?” the elderly woman wondered, as she watched the brief exchange.



If Marian Casta had seen how the head of the convent was gazing at her she might have been concerned. But she had eyes only for her newest ‘project.’



“Here you go…” Casta trailed off, acting as though she did not know the elf’s name.



“Chrissy Lera” the drow replied quietly, gazing at Marian uncertainly, as she accepted the bowl back.



There was something a little too intense about the look in the blonde noblewoman’s eyes as she smiled at Chrissy.



Nevertheless the dark elf allowed herself to be guided to a seat at the table where Marian and her friends always sat. After Casta sat down next to her, Chrissy noticed that, rather than the customary gruel, Marian had roasted chicken on her plate.



“How did you get that?” Lera exclaimed as she looked at the food hungrily.



“The nun who does the cooking is a…family friend” Marian replied with a grin.



“Would you like some?” the blonde noblewoman asked in a friendly tone.



Chrissy Lera, unused to the poor fare that most of the students at the convent received nodded eagerly. After Marian put some on her plate Chrissy thanked her and began self consciously wolfing it down.



Marian Casta saw that the dozen or so other drow and half elf students (who were sitting at another table) were all watching her curiously. The voluptuous Frenchwoman grinned at them as over Lera’s shoulder as she mentally congratulated herself.



“Sorry girls…she’s mine now.”