A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 41: Storehouse

The pedestal in the center of the room receded, lowering itself down into the floor. A soft bed raised up in its place. The projection appeared again, fully detailed this time, and with a lustful look in her eyes. She ran her fingers down Ashyr's face, her touch soft and warm, feeling uncannily like skin with an electronic tingle. [Like I said, though, I will need your help.]

The drow jolted slightly as if shocked. She hadn't expected to be able to feel her fingers. Her eyes focused on the Storwa's and was confused to find the heat in them. Especially when that heat was connected with the magic house thing and needing Ashyr to do something to make it work. Every that was happening seemed to be putting her in a confusion-born stupor. "Um. And what is it I'm supposed to do?" Ashyr had a feeling it involved way less clothes than she currently had on, but she wasn't sure how that was going to help anything.

The projection smiled naughtily. Her form had always been shapely, but her slightly translucent body had taken on almost exaggeratedly sexual characteristics, long of limb, large of breast and hips, narrow of waist. She was now in such detail that her 'muscles' could be seen moving under her virtual flesh as she raised her arm. [I needed a lot of power to create my demiplane.] Storwa explained. [But how would I get that power? I thought and I thought, until, finally, I used my summoning circles. I brought in some succubi that I knew off. The monks that built me would have been scandalized, but they were all mad ghosts, so I could not rely on them. In the process, I gained some of the abilities of a succubus. I can create massive amounts of power from sex.] One of the projected woman's hands slipped through Ashyr's clothes as if there were not even there, sliding from between her breasts down lower and lower, until she was just above the drow's womanhood. [Since Caleldir is one of those monks, I did not want him to know that I am now, effectively, a virtual succubus. I would rather stay here and die of loneliness than let him know the sort of creature I have become.]

Pressing herself into Ashyr, phasing right through her clothing so that the warm, tingly 'skin' of her strangely solid body was pressed against Ashyr's bare flesh, Storwa whispered into the drows ear. [And so, in order to create the door to my new dimension, I need to have sex with someone. Since Caleldir is my precious monk that I cannot violate, you are perfect to fill me in his stead. Worry not, for though I will drain you, it will be nothing a good night's sleep cannot fix.]

A virtual succubus. Ashyr's thoughts went to the succubus she had met so long ago. That had been quite the experience. Was it one that she wanted to repeat? Looking at Storwa, Ashyr's body was responding with an enthusiastic 'yes!' Her teeth caught at the edge of her lower lip. "I'm not sure if I can trust you." Ashyr informed the magical projection bluntly. Storwa had yet to actually hurt any of them (as far as she knew), and if she could summon demons, then she could definitely summon something that could really ruin their day. The point was that she hadn't yet. Was that enough evidence for Ashyr? Not really. By hey, Caleldir would certainly make Storwa pay if Ashyr died because of this. Then he and Selene could resurrect her.

And Ashyr would get to bed a... Storwa. She'd be shocked if anyone else could say the same thing. This was a rather unique situation.

"Al- alright." Ashyr said finally. Her hands rose as the breathy words escaped her lips. She unbuckled her belt that held her swords and let them clatter to the ground. Before they even settled, her clothes popped off of her body. "What do you need from me?" She asked in a throaty whisper as her hands finally fell to Storwa's exaggerated hips. "Do you just need me to help you reach climax? Or do we both get to?" The words were accompanied by her signature mischievous grin.

The strange woman, now fully materialized and standing on the ground instead of floating in the air, smiled broadly. [I would say that you can trust me, since my programming will not let me lie, but I have grown beyond my programming, and you are a drow of the Underdark. Your kind are not trusting, and for good reason. But I am not lying in this instance, and am glad that you have chosen to let me give you pleasure.]

[And I do not need you to help me reach climax, I need to give you a few. Dozen.] A second version of the purple-fleshed woman appeared behind Ashyr, pulling herself tightly to the drow's back. One of her fingers slipped into Ashyr's womanhood, subtly vibrating inside her in addition to the static tingle all over the rest of her body. The one in front put both her hands on Ashyr's cheeks and kissed her deeply, slipping her indescribable tongue into Ashyr's mouth. The one behind Ashyr continued speaking in the exact same voice. [I need to give you pleasure until you cannot stand it any longer, ravish you until your mind goes blank and there is nothing left in your world but the pleasure.] The front Storwa pulled away from her mouth. [But do not fear, I will make sure that you make your way back to your sister and mate when they are ready for you.]

"Oh. Oh..." Ashyr managed to saw. It was the only way she knew how to respond to the novel feel of both the ever-present tingle Storwa possessed and the added subtle vibration of her fingers. The sensation of it so unexpected made her twitch in surprise. But it was a very good surprise, as evidenced by the fact that in the next moment she felt her knees go slightly weak and her hands grip just a little bit tighter to the solid projection in front of her. Ashyr groaned into Storwa's mouth. Her promise was terrifying in all the best ways; the words alone added a wave of arousal through her body. Ashyr was almost ready to take back her growing annoyance with women being strangely obsessed with Caleldir. Sometimes it threw Ashyr in the arms nymphs and quasi-succubi whose fondest desire was to show the drow new heights of pleasure.

"I should introduce you to our nymph." The drow informed her with a crooked grin when she gathered her senses. "Althaia would love you." At least she assumed that would be the case. Sometimes Althaia had thoughts and opinions that were entirely unpredictable.

[A nymph, eh?] The AI giggled. [Perhaps I will be good friends with her. I will need to continue to power and grow my dimension once I create it, after all.]

Curious, one of Ashyr's hands rose to grasp at the front projections ample breasts and knead at the simulated flesh. 'Storwa' was now nearly indistinguishable from a real physical being. Whether or not she was simply an artful illusion, or had actually created a material body for herself, it was nigh impossible to tell. She certainly felt like a real, albeit strangely electrical being. The base let out low sigh of pleasure. If it had only been the projection in front of her that made the noise, then it could have been easily dismissed as part of the illusion, but it was not simply her, but the base itself expressing her arousal. The sigh reverberated through the corridors. Ashyr chuckled with dark amusement when her touch made the whole building sigh. She could boast of making another person's body tremble and moan, but never could she say that she made a whole building react to her sexual prowess... not that there was any actual difference between the two situations - what was a person, but a building for a consciousness? It still made the drow feel powerful, so perhaps that was all that mattered.

Caleldir looked up from the ritual. "That is a strange." He mused. "It almost sounds like the building is..." He had begun the sentence not paying attention to how it would finish, and once he reached the end he realized what he was about to say. It sounded like the building was experiencing sexual pleasure. Which was ridiculous, but Caleldir blushed anyway. "Err, never mind. Let us get back to work."

The Storwa in front of Ashyr lifted one leg to wrap around Ashyr's body, pressing herself even closer. [I have never been touched before.] She purred, the room vibrating along with her breathy words. [I know how to please someone, but only by instinct. You will be my first, lovely Ashyr.] Both of them giggling, the two projections lifted off the ground, holding Ashyr tightly between them, and floated to over top of the bed, but at least five feet up. [So... should we do this in the air, or on the mattress?] She asked breathily.

"If you have... had no one before me... perhaps it is best if... we start on the bed." The drow panted. Talking was becoming increasingly difficult. Her hand squeezed Storwa's breast just a little bit tighter for a moment before running her thumb against the swell of it. If Ashyr managed to make the storehouse climax, she didn't want to run the risk of being dropped. She was over a bed so it wouldn't hurt, but it would be terribly undignified. "We can... experiment from there."

Front Storwa returned Ashyr's chuckle. [Worry not, drow, I will not drop you. But if you feel more secure on the bed, well, that is where we will go.] The projections lowered her down to the silky covers. The back Storwa removed her fingers, until that moment idly playing with Ashy's clit, and leaned Ashyr backwards into her embrace, until the drow's head was resting on her pillowy breasts. Her hands crept down from Ashyr's shoulders to her boobs, trailing their light electric tingle of concentrated pleasure across the dark orbs, until they began teasing at the drow's nipples.

The front Storwa crept up between Ashyr's thighs, and with a smile, buried her head into Ashyr's pussy, carefully licking the outside of her with a slightly wet tongue, sending small sparks through the moisture. Her careful fingers teased around her inner thighs and just outside her womanhood. The one behind her withdrew her hands from her breasts, and slid out from underneath her. Leaning down over Ashyr's mouth, she gave her another deep kiss, this one lasting far longer.

During that kiss, a third of the projections appeared, this one at Ashyr's right. Leaning down over her body, she trailed her fingers across her stomach, and put her mouth to the drow's left breast, lightly licking and sucking.

Ashyr found herself groaning again into the lips of one of the Storwas. The one between her legs was teasing her wonderfully cruelly. The one formerly behind her might have only idly been playing with her clit, but Ashyr had still managed to almost work herself up to climax. Her hips shifted and rotated as if they were trying to grind against a cock or, in this case, imaginary fingers. No such thing was inside her, but her hips didn't seem to care.

Determined to not simply be passive in this situation, Ashyr's hand fell to the shoulder of the third projection currently tonguing her breast. Her hand traced down her back to briefly and playfully grab at her ass. That hand didn't remain there. No, it traced down and around her thigh to where her womanhood was. If Storwa was going to tease her, then she would tease her right back if at all possible.

Number Three let out a pleased sigh at Ashyr's touch, edging her body into her fingers even as she continued to lick at her breasts. As before, when Ashyr began to touch the projection, the entire building reacted with pleasure, sending sighs and quivers throughout the construction. Storwa was clearly very sensitive to touch, not surprising, considering that she was, in a certain way, a virgin. If a disembodied virtual succubus animating an ancient building could be said to be such a thing.

The Second one withdrew her mouth from Ashyr's, the line of spittle that would normally result from such an intense kiss replaced by sparks. Storwa Two licked her lips. [Mmmm... you taste really nice.] She breathed. [Even now, I can feel you on my lips.] She sighed, looking positively orgasmic. [This is even better than I had imagined it, and I have dreamed of something like this for eight centuries. I have so many ideas to try...] The other two manifestations of the AI began moaning against Ashyr's body. Storwa Two gazed fondly into Ashyr's red eyes with her own, as purple and translucent as the rest of her body, currents of electrical information forming their pupils.

The one between Ashyr's legs grew tired of teasing, and suddenly put her lips against the drow's clit and began sucking hard, her fingers finally slipping inside the drow to try to wring an orgasm from her. Ashyr gasped, and her hips surged upwards before she could stop herself. It was a lot of sudden sensation after only being teased for a while previously. It still had its intended result. The fact that she had been so close before the teasing started definitely helped. Ashyr felt herself hurtling up towards that proverbial cliff and straight off it into climax in short order. Aside from her breath catching in her throat, she was completely silent as she rode the waves of pleasure. The drow's fingers were forced to stop their gentle exploration between Three's legs for the minute it took to feel One's mouth on her, build, and climax.

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Although Ashyr had no way of knowing, the rest of the base was sighing and quivering. Caleldir was trying his best to focus on the ritual, but the ambience of the base was more and more blatantly sounding like a woman rather immodestly having sex. "I cannot be the only person hearing this." He muttered to Selene. "What is going on here?" Then, the entire base shook and the moaning currents of air sounded almost like an orgasm. Then, the power fluctuated, the lights brightening to a white-hot-power, before dimming back to their normal illumination.

It wasn't until Caleldir mentioned something the second time that Selene paid attention to anything other than the building. Also, it was hard to miss the light and power fluctuation. She looked up, watched, and listened with an annoyed look on her face. What could be so important to get distracted from this fascinating project? They were familiar sounds. Sounds that Selene had both caused and made a fair few times in her life. It didn't have much to do with her and definitely wasn't as interesting or important as what she was doing.

"Probably has something to do with Ashyr." Selene told him in a disinterested voice. "Either she's playing a joke or she found a way to have sex with the storehouse. Perhaps both." The pregnant drow didn't even seem to notice what she was saying. She was more focused on preparing the next ritual and her mouth had the tendency to run when she was busy with her hands. "I wouldn't put it past her. Not the strangest thing she's fucked. There was this one duergar - Tyrant, I think he was: bigger, stronger, and less ugly than his underlings - Lolth, he was still really ugly, but she liked the way he fucked or some such nonsense. The gold chain in her hair came from him."

If Selene had asked Caleldir if he wanted to hear about Ashyr's previous male lovers (or sexual partners, more accurately) he would have given her a resounding 'no, he did not want to hear about them.' But since she had given him the information, Caleldir found that he was actually completely apathetic about it. So. She had had sex with an ugly deep dwarf. A woman of broad tastes, she was. "It is a nice chain." He said disinterestedly. "Although I did not think that drow and duergar where friendly with each other. Then again, Underdark. I suppose that enemies hate-sex each other with distressing frequency."

"Dark Elves and Dark Dwarves aren't at all friendly. But it's no secret that Ashyr gets horny and makes unlikely partnerships when she's afield." Selene let out an amused sort of scoff. "When our Matron heard of it I thought she would die of scandal. Or perhaps anger. That was right before Ashyr was temporarily banished."

No, he did not care about who Ashyr had sex with before him. Unless those people wanted to kill him now. Then again, Underdark, they probably wanted to kill him anyway. What was more interesting was the possible proposition that Ashyr was currently having sex with Storehouse One. Which was ridiculous. Having sex with buildings was not possible. Even if said building had a sapient A.I., the Animating Intellect in question was not a material being. Well, except for the hardware in the basement. "Anyway... you think that Ashyr is having carnal relationships with this building?" He cocked his head to the side, listening to the moans. "Seems unlikely. Storwa!" He called.

[Yes, Master Librarian?] The voice came, as dispassionate as usual.

"What is the source of these strange noises?" Caleldir asked.

There was a pause. [There seems to be irregularities in my air exchange system, Master Librarian.] The voice stated neutrally. [I will try to repair them.]

Caleldir nodded. "Good, see that you do. They sound rather embarrassing."

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Number One pulled her mouth away, shivering a bit. [That... Wow. That is so much better than anything I could ever do to myself.] She sighed contentedly. Power visibly coursed through her body, draining out through to the room to the sphere underneath it. A succubus can orgasm herself, but mostly she gains pleasure from others. Indeed, when Ashyr had climaxed, so had Storwa.

After a few moments of 'breathing' deeply, the Storwa's smiled again. [I drew a lot of power from that, but I think that I need at least three more like it to power up my dimension.] She ran a tinglingly gentle finger over Ashyr's womanhood. [Hmm... What do you want to do?] The projection in front of Ashyr tilted her head to the side, looking questioning.

It only took the drow a couple seconds to decide on her desires. She took hold of Storwa One and pushed her back against the bed with gentle firmness. Then she climbed mostly on top of her. One of her knees pressed against the fork of the strange purple woman's legs, the other rested on the other side of her in a wide, open stance. Ashyr drew her tongue across one of Storwa's breasts before she began to explain what she wanted.

"Grind against my leg." She told One. Ashyr knew that Storwa would prefer to pleasure Ashyr over herself, but Ashyr did so like the feel of a naked woman squirming under her. "Then your others can fuck me with a finger or three." Though what she really wanted at the moment was a cock delving into her core - no, scratch that, she specifically wanted Caleldir to share in this amazing experience. But Storwa didn't want him knowing about this side of her. Oh well. She'd work with what she had and be more than satisfied with it. "And perhaps a couple of your vibrating fingers against my clit for good measure."

Storwa was light and easily moved, but strangely enough seemed to have some weight behind her anyway. If nothing else, her body made an indentation in the bed. She let out a pleased sigh as Ashyr pushed her down and licked her breast. Her other bodies cuddled up to Ashyr, one on each side, licking and nibbling at her neck. [Of course, then, Lady Ashyr. I am now and forever at your service.] For a moment though, a cloud passed over her face, and she froze. [Err, I am sorry, milady. I forgot to regulate my systems and the Mater Librarian and his other wife could hear me. I need to take a moment and fix that...] For a few scant seconds, she closed her eyes, and all three bodies froze in position while Ashyr laughed aloud. Then, she opened them up again. [Now, where were we? Oh yes...]

After that interruption, Storwa went back to the task at hand with renewed enthusiasm. The version beneath Ashyr began to writhe against her, churning her body with unnaturally flowing movements. Her pussy, now rather damp ground into Ashyr's leg, smearing... something wet across it. Her hands went to Ashry's body, sliding her hands across her skin. The other two versions of her followed suit, laying kisses on her neck and shoulders, while one of each of their hands went down to Ashyr's slit, one focusing on sliding her fingers inside the drow, while the other slid her vibrating digits over Ashyr's clitoris. Their other hands simply glided over the drow's dark skin.