Author's Note:
A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.
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Episode 51: Back
"That seemed like a good one." Observed Ashyr's amused voice once her lovers ended their roleplaying of Selene forcing Goelon. She flopped onto the bed beside the other two. There was a lazy look in her eye, and her breath was heavy. She might have climaxed while watching the other two and touching herself. Ashyr hadn't made enough noise to know for sure; she didn't want to interrupt or distract them from the show they were putting on, of course.
Selene let out a breathy laugh. "Yes." The younger drow confirmed. The younger drow actually let herself be pulled down onto Caleldir's chest. Another time, a few weeks ago, she would have not allowed it at best and, at worst, freaked out. She shifted only enough to get more comfortable before relaxing into his arms. Her body still shuddered occasionally with pure pleasure. It also made her core unintentionally twitch and flex against him for as long as he remained inside her. "I think I like that game." She admitted further. "Almost makes me wish it was the real thing. Almost." He could have wasted her if it was the real thing. She would have to get some sort of restraint that would hold him without depending on her own magical power... which led to an interesting train of thought.
Caleldir chuckled. His first instinct was simply agree with her, but her knew how her fetishes worked. "I will not admit that I like it. I know that I should not like playing the rape victim, but you make me like it despite myself." He paused to hear Selene exhale out of her nose more forcefully than usual. It was a lazily amused sound, not quite a laugh, but approaching such a noise. "But as for doing it with my real alter-ego... I am not sure how you would do that. I almost got into his mindset, but straight-up killing me to summon him is probably not something that we want to bring into the bedroom. If nothing else, we would give Ashyr a heart attack."
"That's too kinky even by drow standards." Ashyr agreed as she entangled herself with the other two.
Another amused sound came from Selene. She was feeling strangely... good, just staying connected as they were. It was something she never did before; it felt too intimate. Instead of contemplating the implications, she focused her mind on an easier subject: restraining Goelon. "Caleldir? Do you think Goelon can phase through cold iron? Does it hurt to touch it, or just hurt really bad if used as a weapon?" Selene asked. "In case, you know, we have to keep Goelon from doing anything bad." And totally not for molestation reasons. Mostly.
"No. He cannot phase through Cold Iron, and, like with me, it is only slightly painful. More uncomfortable, really, like rubbing up against unpleasantly tingly sandpaper. Not fun, but not all that awful either. The real issue is that his telekinesis is powerful enough that he could simply unlock it, or rip anyone nearby to shreds, unless they were heavily protected." He sighed. "I really doubt that Goelon would ever attack you, despite his prickliness, I am still him enough that he likes the people I like, and dislikes the people who I dislike, although when I am him, his perspective is really quite skewed. The main danger is that he has a tendency to life-drain everything until I am back, because he likes me more than he likes himself, whatever I say about my own weakness while I am him."
"I wonder if Althaia still has that collar we used on Caleldra. It suppressed her mind magic. If that could cover his life drain as well as his telekinesis..." Selene mused aloud.
"We'll have to ask her." Ashyr said, cutting off her cousin's thoughts.
A look of confusion passed over Caleldir's face. "Wait. What collar?" Caleldir asked in the tone of one not quite certain as to the turn of the conversation. "Althaia had a psionics-suppressing collar? Did you mention that in your story? I do not remember that..." He had no reason to disbelieve it, but to him that detail had just sort of come out of left field.
"Yeah, there was a collar. Caleldra agreed to wear it so we wouldn't be all jumpy around her. But we took it off when we fought the mechanical guy and I don't think we ever put it on again. She ended up behaving anyway." Ashyr explained.
"So far it hasn't been an issue - but we may need to think of something if you ever die in the Underdark, as we'll effectively be in a moderately large town. If you die down there, we have to figure out a way to keep him from draining my people."
"I do not think that Goelon would go around draining allies. He has my memories, even if I do not have his. He generally is not the type to do things that will have directly negative effects on me. Unless he is bored. More than likely, he would drain any nearby enemies, and then head out of town. Then again, that is only what my instincts say. I have no way of verifying."
"It's the 'more than likely' and 'unless he's bored' that we have to prepare for. Selene's right - if not exactly for the right reasons; we'd be foolish not to have some sort of plan in place." But they could discuss it when the whole party was present and they knew what tools they had at their disposal.
He made a noncommittal sound, and the conversation fell silent. After a few more minutes of cuddling with both of them (Caleldir reached out one of his arms to wrap around Ashyr, still not willing to break his connection with Selene) Caleldir finally sat up. "We should get going." He said as he watched Selene get off of him Caleldir let his arm trail down hers for a moment, breaking contact only at the last moment. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. "We have a city to conquer. Or an estate to reclaim. One of those."
"As much as I would love for Faust to pay, I guess we probably should address the Duskhaven problem." Ashyr said with a good deal of regret in her voice. "But, like I said, we should stop by the druid town first. Then we can either send a message to or go visit the mercenaries. I did make a deal with them; they want a piece of my brothers themselves."
"Agreed: head for the druid town and get a bearing of events. I think in our Spider-Tank we can get there in two days. Two and a half if we avoid major settlements." He leaned over to give Ashyr a small kiss, but instead Ashyr grabbed him by the back of his neck to kiss him more thoroughly. A look of surprise passed briefly over Caleldir's face. He returned it though, of course. When it was over, he stood up, stretching. Because Selene was using the bathroom, he began to magic himself clean. He made something of a show of it for Ashyr's benefit, taking a bit longer than strictly necessary.
"We should try to avoid settlements. I'd rather not terrify people with the spider thing and give some guards the wrong idea. And we need to avoid Naliira's forest - no need to distress her further (or lose you again.)" Ashyr responded as she freely ogled Caleldir.
Caleldir nodded. "I agree on every count. The spider-tank is a bit on the intimidating side, but Naliira would still be able to take it out and take me, if she was still inclined. Dying or not, she is still a demigoddess. So the next settlement we'll stop at is Dria's town. Seeing as it has been a little over a month since we set out from there, I am interested to see what has happened in our absence. I would also like to pay a call to Carlotta. Not that kind of call, Ashyr, do not give me that grin." Caleldir was not looking at her expression at the moment, so he did not actually know if she had 'that grin' on her face, but took a gamble that she probably did. "Carlotta is not into men, I gather. If you want to pay that sort of call though, I certainly do not mind." Having finished cleaning himself, he dressed in his ordinary outfit.
Ashyr laughed aloud. "The little human likes you well enough. Even if you are male." She commented.
He shrugged. "I am probably just that pretty." He noted. "I mean, stick a wig and a dress on me, and I could pass for a flat-chested woman." He thought on that for a moment. "Actually, that would explain why 'Caleldra' would be able to impersonate me so well. Anyway, Althaia might want to meet Carlotta too. Speaking of which, where is the nymph? It is not like there is a townful of people to seduce around here..."
Ashyr gave him another broad grin and pulled out R.I.S.A's figurine. "I may have put a succubus and a nymph in the same room and locked the door." She explained with an enormous amount of mischief in her expression. "Last I checked, the nymph was passed out. We should wake her up if she isn't already awake."
Now dressed, he sat back down at the table. "Err... a succubus and a nymph together... that sounds like a bad recipe." It was clear that he had begun imaging what had probably happened, and suddenly his pants were a little bit tighter. He shook that thought from his head.
"Don't lie to yourself; it's an amazing recipe." Ashyr laughed. She couldn't see his pants tighten, but it would not have surprised her to know about it. By that point, she knew the look Caleldir got when he found something at once arousing and awful. "Gets us lots of power to expand or do... whatever else she's capable of." Ashyr shrugged. She wouldn't be surprised if their A.I. didn't quite know her capabilities. After all, this was the first time she'd been able to get her 'hands' on living beings since becoming a fake succubus.
