A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 27: Goblins

Because it was too late at night for the diurnal humans to begin their trip back home, and both Althaia and Caleldir (the one who knew where they were going) refused to leave them alone in the wilderness, the two nymph-kin set the group into setting up lodgings for the humans in the fort. With Althaia's elemental control and Caleldir's potent telekinesis, before midnight they had the camp cleaned, massive piles of valuables neatly stacked (including a vast fortune of copper, jade, and silver ores that the bandits had stolen from their mining brethren deeper in the hills), and the very exhausted humans asleep.

Selene, unlike Ashyr, hid and looked very busy. No one bothered her in her little corner. While she waited for the rest of the party to finish their ridiculous task, she closely inspected some of the minor magic items she found.

When the night's work was done, Caleldir found Ashyr where she sat on top of a large rock in a bundle of cloak and blankets. He had an enormously pleased expression on his face. "Well, that was profitable," he remarked. There was a glowing spark of ambition in his eyes. His new experience with commanding and organizing seemed to be giving him Ideas. He did not mention them, though. "There is no way that we can take all this with us, so even if we take the most valuable items, we can still leave these folks with enough to rebuild."

"I'd prefer to travel light anyway." Ashyr agreed in a slightly hushed tone. "Selene might argue a bit, though." Something inside her cocoon of warmth shifted, and big blue eyes turned to look at Caleldir sleepily. The shift must have woken the other child. It, too, peered out into the night at the newcomer. "Some stupid fool thought I would be a good babysitter." Ashyr commented. One of her hands came up to gently brush the top of the little girl's head. She called the humans stupid, but the children seemed to be completely safe and content where they were. "Let's get these brats to the prisoners and go." Ashyr didn't look very annoyed despite her words. She shifted so that Caleldir could take the boy. It would be hard to get down from where she was with both arms occupied.

Of all the things that Caleldir had expected to find Ashyr doing, tenderly taking care of two human babies was one of the last thing. Frankly, he had half-expected to find her seducing some overly grateful human girl or another. He decided to mention as much as he carefully took the little boy. "I am surprised, Ashyr, you are surprisingly good with babies. I thought that Drow made their men watch the children." He was teasing, but come to think of it, they probably did. "Heh. I expected you to be busy using your new-found status as a hero to score with some of the prettier women (or men, if they were not all so old) here. I am sure they are all very grateful." He laughed a little at his own joke. Caleldir he carried the little child with a quiet confidence that showed that he was certainly not new to childcare. The town had brought their children for the monks to educate, after all, and Caleldir had spent many hours caring for or teaching youngsters of varying ages.

"It was awkward at first, I must admit. I was watching you and their mothers came up and shoved them in my arms." She responded as she carefully lowered herself to the ground with the little girl rested over her shoulder. "They just slept after that so I managed - and anyway, I've taken care of infants before." She shrugged. "I probably could have avoided it, but it's fascinating to watch you order people around." She said as they went to find their mothers. "I might have gone to woo someone or another back when you refused to go 'twixt my legs. But I'm not so horny anymore. For some reason. Besides, all these people are quite ugly compared to what I'm used to." She smirked up at him.

Caleldir found her observation somewhat funny."That did not stop you from flirting with those orcs," Caleldir observed. "But yeah, I suppose that after being with those nymphs, and other nymph-kin I may identify, poor mortals just cannot compete." He thought about punctuating his point with a glimpse of his fae form, but he remembered that a lot of normal humans were around. That would be bad.

It was a good thing that the mothers went to find them, because Ashyr never would have been able to pick them out from the crowd. She was thankful to finally be relieved of her burden - mostly because it freed her to do not very child-friendly things. The drow completely ignored the obnoxious, bubbling gratitude from the humans.

Caleldir graciously accepted the mother's thanks. While walking away he reached over and put his hand on Ashyr's shoulder. "You know." He said thoughtfully. "I always wanted to be a hero, and this may be a selfish reason for desiring such a role, but actually being one is even better than I had thought. I could get used to being looked at with such adoration." Despite his earlier jokes at Ashyr's expense, it was blatantly obvious that leveraging that gratitude for any reason was the farthest thing from his mind.

Ashyr pulled herself closer to Caleldir. "All the adoration is pretty great." She agreed. "Can get annoying after a while, though. And then they expect other things from you (like babysitting, for some reason.) I try to limit myself on good deeds because of it. Suppose I'll have to get used to it with you around, though." She didn't seem too disappointed about it. Her arm slipped around his waist.

"I think they expected you to babysit because, unlike your cousin, you are terrible at looking like you are busy when you are not." Caleldir observed. "But the trick to avoiding the silly work is to be in charge. Walk around like you expect to be obeyed rather than obey others. Nobody asked Althaia or me to take care of their children. Or asked us to do anything, really." Of course, they did not have to, as the nymph-kin were more than happy to whatever they could, but that was besides the point.

After giving his advice, Caleldir groaned and slapped his forehead. "What am I saying? You are a drow female, and from a noble house at that. Technically, you are the Matron of House Duskhaven now. Of course you would know how to give orders. I feel sort of silly now."

"To be honest, I expected them to see a drow and be too intimidated to approach me. Who gives their children to a drow?" Ashyr shook her head and laughed softly. "But you are right, that is exceedingly dumb of you to try to give me advice on leading." She shot him a playful look. "I spent several decades training to become matron one day. Nobody actually thought it would be useful, of course. I had a couple promising older sisters..." Her mind started to go down the dark path of painful memories. She quickly tried to change the subject. Something amusing. Maybe a bit darkly humorous. "Anyway, me flirting with the orcs was different. That started off as an escape plan that did not work even a little bit. Should have seen his face first time I tried it, though. Did you know orcs could blush? Kept trying to get the same reaction, but he got used to it." That memory put a grin back on her face.

"Well, that make sense. I must say that I have never actually seen an orc blush. Gurzan was never put off balance by anything." Caleldir laughed. He had not missed her sudden change of topic and what that signified, so he decided against continuing that line of thought. "Sadly - and unlike someone else I could mention - the orc seemed to be resistant to your charms." He cocked his head to the side. "Well, I suppose that I was, in fact, 'resistant,' but ultimately I could not withstand you. And here we are." He gave Ashyr an affectionate kiss. His face turned slightly sour, and his tone ironic. "Of course, I could not withstand Selene and Althaia either, although for entirely different reasons." He stopped to think. "Huh. Come to consider it, you are the only person I have had sex with where said sex could not be termed rape: either because of my own resistance or simply because the other party believed it to be rape. So there is that." In light of his quickly retracted unconscious admission of a rape fetish, his musings were particularly amusing.

"I'm confident that I would have seduced Zarag eventually. He did take me out into the forest quite far from his camp when you finally found me." Ashyr said with a bit of an arrogant grin. She wasn't sure what would have happened. They were ambushed by her cousin too soon to tell. Her grin turned into her more usual mischievous kind "Anyway, I suppose you're right." She agreed. "It's been a tumultuous couple of weeks for you and your manhood, hasn't it." Her hand brushed his groin affectionately, but the way her eyes were slightly lidded suggested she was thinking about taking it further. "In fact, I do believe you've been unwilling more times than not. What do you say we find a nice corner somewhere and even the score while the other two are occupied? We can nap after."

Caleldir had a hard time hiding his grin. "Why, so generous of you." he replied. "Why, how can I refuse such a tempting offer?" He then affected a faux-fearful expression. "Especially because, if I did refuse, no doubt you would be perfectly willing to put the score in the other column." He seemed far from perturbed about this fact.

Unknown to the two of them, Selene poked her head around the corner she'd hid in. Everything looked quieter. She could see Caleldir and Ashyr softly talking to each other and getting progressively more intimate. She'd let them talk a little while longer. Ashyr seemed to like spending time alone with him. Selene didn't miss the annoyed looks her cousin would sometimes give Althaia or her whenever they interrupted them. The younger drow shook her head, then lifted herself to her feet with a groan. All that killing had put a fire in her for other... activities. She wandered off to see if she could find the nymph.

Althaia was not hard to find. In fact, finding her was pretty effortless. She was patrolling around the palisade, keeping a sharp watch. Her manner was crisp and military. Her eyes were a deep, hard blue. Her libido suppression rune was unneeded. "Greetings, Selene." She saluted. "I thank you for your help, even if you were unnecessarily cruel. Eh, as long as I keep your sadism contained, there should not be a problem. Now, I must keep watch. In the meantime, if you are nearing the end of the book I lent you, I have a few more. I believe that you may find Defeating the Cruelty of the Daystar: a Nocturnal Mage's Guide to Effortless Days particularly interesting." With that, she pulled the book out of her ring and went back to her patrol. Apparently, as bizarre as it sounded, there were things more important to the nymph than sex.

Selene took the book from her with a slight frown of confusion. She wasn't going to complain about more reading material, though. With half-shrug, Selene went back to her corner to finish her first book and begin on the second. Knowing the party, she likely would not have to wait long before someone wanted to have sex with her, whether it be Ashyr or the nymph. Probably Althaia. Ashyr seemed enamored with Caleldir still.

Speaking of enamored, Caleldir stood up and began to look around for a good spot to have sex undisturbed by all the humans around. He really did not want to put on a show in front of a bunch of strangers who still felt respect for him. It did not end up being hard to find such a location; the Oni's own chambers were not occupied by any of the freed prisoners, and featured a huge, sumptuous silk bed. Given that the highly intelligent Ogre-Mage had excellent hygiene (in stark contrast to his lieutenants) the room was pleasantly clean and perfumed as well. Caleldir collapsed onto the bed. "We should talk Althaia into packing all this in her ring." He sighed. "This bedding is quite superior to what we have now."

Ashyr, who had since altered her outfit to a loose tunic and form-fitting breeches, climbed onto the bed next to him and knelt beside him. Her hands bushed against the bedding with a sort of far-away look on her face. When was the last time she'd had such a rich bed to sleep in? Twenty years? Thirty? Not since... She stopped the train of thought and refocused on Caleldir. "That would be wonderful." She agreed. Their blankets, while serviceable, were scratchy and smelled a little musty.

Leaning over on his side, Caleldir's hand began fiddling at his rune. "So, my teacher, I have a sex question for you: is it better to be magically naked all at once, or to have the fun of removing clothing?"

The drow gave some thought to Caleldir's question. "I think it depends." Her hand fell on his lower leg and slowly began to caress upwards. "Sometimes, you feel like clothes have to be off yesterday. I suppose that's when it would be best to just magically disappear someone's clothes. Other times you just want to rip and tear roughly. But then there are the times where you take everything off one button at a time and let the anticipation near kill you. I like the last two the best. You haven't had a lot of the latter. Perhaps that's where we can start." Her hand continued its rise as she spoke until at the last moment when she was about to brush against his manhood. "If you think we have time." Then her hand fell back down his leg. A teasing smile pulled at one corner of her mouth.

Shivering, Caleldir closed his eyes to savor her touch. "Excellent advice. I am too a fan of all three. Usually on the other side, though." He thought for a moment. "I suppose that we have time to try the slow route..." He said slowly. He ran his hand across the bed. "Although, I have to admit that I sort of want to feel this silk against my naked skin sooner rather than later." Despite his words, he made no effort to dismiss his clothing. He had been copying Ashyr's own clothing, after all, and was in a belted tunic and breeches of his own. Instead, he returned Ashyr's lingering touches, although instead of undressing her his hands slithered into her tunic to find her breasts. "I admit, feeling them underneath clothing is exciting in its own way." He observed.

Ashyr bit her lip and grinned. Then she made a low purring sound under her breath. She shifted to sit straddling him, their sexes so close to touching if only their clothing wasn't in the way. Her hands brushed downward on his tunic in the same slow, caressing motions she'd been using on his leg. They teased against his skin until they found the belt on his tunic, which she undid gradually. One of her hands likewise found their way to his skin under the fabric. The other pulled at the criss-cross tie at the neck of her shirt. The fabric fell away slightly to reveal a fair amount of cleavage but didn't quite expose her all the way. "I agree. There is a certain... charm to be able to feel hidden skin." She said as she shifted her hips gently back and forth to rub against his crotch.

A bit of charm, a bit of teasing, a hint of madness... Caleldir was definitely enjoying taking it slow. They so seldom were able to do so. He half expected a grouchy Selene, overly amorous Althaia, or blushing human to interrupt the two of them as soon as things started getting really good. But being paranoid would ruin the moment. He would just enjoy the seductive sight of that tunic threatening to fall off of her at any moment. Already semi-erect even before Ashyr began to straddle him, once she began to move her hips like that Caleldir's erection quickly became pretty obvious. "It is nice that with these garments we do not have to break contact to slip any of them off." He commented as his undone belt vanished into the aether. Feeling a bit more adventurous than usual ever before, he slipped his hand in her breeches and began to massage her directly.

Her hips that had been grinding against his crotch now shifted against his hand. Ashyr made a low, pleased sound in her throat. "You seem to be growing in confidence." She observed happily. The drow then leaned forward to press of soft kiss against Caleldir's chin. "I like it." Her core became increasingly wet with arousal, especially now that she could feel his hardness against her. Both hands slipped under his tunic this time, her body still leaned in towards him. Those hands began to draw the fabric upward to slowly reveal pale flesh. She contorted slightly to press a line of kisses against his gradually exposed upper torso until she removed the shirt entirely. It, like the belt, quickly vanished.

"Only confident with you." Caleldir replied. Since her mouth had been working its way up with his shirt, as his garment vanished he used his other hand to pull her mouth up the rest of the way to his own for a slow, deep kiss. All the while, his hand inside her pants began exploring her, rubbing against the outside and inside of her pussy. Her hands weren't idle either; her hands roamed freely across his denuded torso, over every inch of skin that they could reach (avoiding accidental activations of his rune.) When the two of them finally pulled away from the kiss, their breathing was noticeably heavy. "On the other hand, slow is sort of maddening." He breathed. But he made no move to hurry anything up beyond pulling her tunic off as well so that they could press their nude torsos together.

A playful light danced across Ashyr's face. She was not a stranger to this teasing slowness. Eventually it would drive her mad, but for the moment she was probably holding out much better than Caleldir. Ashyr shifted down to gain access to the top of his breeches to begin undoing the laces. Her motions were not at all efficient. She took every opportunity to caress his hardness. "If you can't take it, you can start ripping." She said with a bit of a mischievous lilt. It would be a surprise if he did so (he likely wasn't that bold yet), but not at all an unpleasant one.

"Oh, I can take it. Until you came along, I never fell to seduction: but do not believe that you were the first to try. I look like this after all." To punctuate the point, he dropped his mundane veil and took on that stunning nymphen glow. "If it is a contest to see who breaks first, I would probably win." Caleldir said with amusement. "But then again, that would be a contest that we both really win by either of us losing." Caleldir liked to over-complicate things. So, Caleldir did not begin ripping, instead cooperating with her efforts to slowly remove his pants by slowly removing hers, returning her caresses on his hardness with his own on her wetness.

The fire of lust had sparked in her eyes when he let his true form break through his everyday face. "That's cheating." Ashyr accused. She didn't look too angry about it though. Thankfully, she'd built up a very slight resistance to those charms since being surrounded by it in the nymph glade. That was probably the only thing that saved her from simply slapping at his rune, deactivating her ring, and having her way with him. Her hands did begin to shake slightly with the anticipation of it. Once his breeches were undone, she pulled them slowly downward much the same way that she'd removed his shirt: slowly, while placing soft kisses in the fabric's path beginning with his hipbone and down his right leg. It was necessary to pull away from him hands then. Perhaps that was for the best. He was beginning to drive her insane. That ache in her loins would soon become unbearable.

With an amused expression, Caleldir watched Ashyr as she pulled away from his hand. He could tell that his actions were having an effect. "You do not think you can escape that easily?" he asked with a very much fake threat in his tone. He leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, and began using his telekinesis. He was finally confident enough in his precision that he was able to exert force with the exact same pressure and skill as his physical hands. So, as outwardly he did not move, he created the sensation of ghostly hands all over her. One began to pull her pants off while another reinserted itself between her legs to delicately resume working at her womanhood.