Lena's Journey (Futa/F

Story by RayNocturne

Well, I'll start this off by saying it's been a hilariously long time since I wrote anything outside of an RP, even longer since I finished anything so the quality of the story might not be the best and thus I welcome anyone who has any suggestions or criticisms about my writing or style. Furthermore this story includes such crazy things like unrealistic sizes and generic fantasy races.

Oh, also if people like this I'll gladly write a sequel. And without further delay I'll post the story. Hopefully people will say whether they like this and what may or may not be wrong with it.

Lena’s Journey, Volume One: The start of something…

Chapter One: Fuckin’ Exposition

Deep below the surface of Terra, home to all beings, there dwells a civilization steeped in their own beliefs, willingly isolated from the rest of the sentient races of the beautiful land they live under. This ancient race is known as the Drow, or as they’re more commonly referred to by surface dwellers ‘dark elves’. Having existed for untold millennia in its isolated underground sanctuary the Drow society has had a chance to develop their ways and culture and become stubbornly devoted to them with a dedicated caste system between the genders.

Drow society was a female-oriented one with the males of the race delegated to trade jobs such as bakers and blacksmiths at best, rarely ever exceeding a status higher then this except in a few rare cases, however they were far more often simply used as servants or even slaves to the wealthy females who wielded all the power in the cities. This was, however, because the women in this civilization greatly outnumbered the men and yet for reasons surface dwellers rarely discovered there was certainly never any difficulty in reproducing with such a shortage in males and while the men were forced into lower positions in the social ladder the women filled the rest of society. Never would there be a male in drow politics let alone would there be a king, just a queen and her choice of stud-males to breed with, nor would a male ever own a manor or property, or even be allowed to join the militia.

Unbeknownst to most, if not all, of the surface dwellers is the truth to the large female population. While there are more females than males, the truth is that a large portion of the supposedly female population is an odd genetic mutation that presented millennia ago causing a certain percentage of the female children to be born with both sets of genitalia. This mutation caused the drow to develop a third caste in their society, revered as females by the males but tolerated as males by the females they exist in the middle and make up the bulk of drow society.

As a whole the civilization was scattered about Terra with three major cities making up the capitals, and only cities of the drow known to surface dwellers, with countless numbers of tunnels leading off from them that eventually developed into small settlements or towns of their own, there were even a few backwards locations that were populated by more male drow then female. Of the three capitals the largest of them was Veris, named after the first queen of the drow, as such it had the largest population within its busy walls. The city of Veris sat in the bottom of a massive, spherical, pit that had been somehow dug out by the ancestors of the drow deep below the surface, the walls of the Great Pit the city was located in were studded with strong, nearly unbreakable crystals that reflected even the most minute light giving an almost perpetual appearance of a starry sky above the large city.

Beneath the perpetual stars of the cave it was built the city of Veris looked as if it were a single structure, the smooth stonework of the buildings blended seamlessly with the ground they were constructed upon to form almost organic looking structures of stone and crystal while lamps extended from the ground and lit paths through the city, their insides lit with a strange substance that was neither light nor liquid. Whatever it was that lit the city remained in the lamps floating in the form of an incandescent sphere that would glow all colours of the rainbow, slowly shifting the colour in time with the hour of the day before extinguishing it’s self at the set time of night. Magic, of course, was the answer to the hows and whys of the city and the drow who had long ago perfected their art in the name of constructing their homes and expanding their nation would never share their secrets with outsiders, though many other races had their own magics already.

Of all the buildings in Veris the most glorious of them all was t

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