A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 54: Bath

Meanwhile, any noises that came from the other three were definitely sexual in nature. It was like a set up for a wonderfully naughty joke; a nymph, succubus, and a nymphomaniac step into a bath together... except there was no punchline. It was only heat and sexual abandon.

Very, very soon, Ashyr's hands got tired of scrubbing her friend's back. One slid along Althaia's shoulder and jumped to the manifestation of the A.I. beside the two of them. Both hands then moved to squeeze and fondle each of the other women's breasts. Her lips continued to work against R.I.S.A's mouth, occasionally pulling back slightly to nibble at her lower lip. Ashyr's hips were not idle throughout this. They rolled idly as she sat atop the nymph paladin's lap, seeming to beg for lips or fingers to meet the motions of her sex.

The younger drow could not sit and be massaged forever, not with such an enticing show being put on just beyond her vision. Though she could not see, she could hear the light sloshing of liquid, could feel the subtle levels of water recede and grow with each motion of decadent pleasure. Selene may not have had the sexual hunger of her cousin, but one (who wasn't entirely repressed) could only hear and feel so much before giving in to temptation. After her back was well-cleaned, she turned around and shifted herself into Caleldir's lap. She smiled at him, an almost dreamy expression. But if it was at all tender, it was most certainly his imagination. Yup. There was no way she could favor anyone with true tenderness. Obviously. And there was no possibility that she was lying to herself. None at all. Just like she couldn't possibly be falling to the 'neutral' side of the second alignment axis.

"Now my front." Selene whispered after getting comfortable.

He returned her smile, which seemed oddly loving for her. Selene was certainly defrosting a lot recently, although he certainly was not going to tell her that. It might break the spell. Instead, he would simply pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. Certainly, he felt more affectionate towards her since he had become aware that she carried his child. Maybe it was the same for her? "As you wish, my lady." He said as solemnly as the first time, the twinkle in his eye nearly identical. Lathering up his hands again, he started at her neck and worked his way down, just barely avoiding her breasts, mostly to see how she would react.

Selene's arms rose to rest on either side of Caleldir's shoulder as his hands set to work on her flesh. She quickly realized that he was intent on going out of his way to avoid her breasts. But she'd also seen that look in his eye that belied solemnity. One of her slender silver eyebrows quirked upward - it could have easily been either a question or a challenge. He was teasing her. The mage seemed to be allowing it for now. For some reason, not being touched in pleasurable areas could be just as arousing as if he had just went for her breasts. Actually, at this moment, it might have even been better. She made a noise in the back of her throat that was somewhere between a moan of pleasure and frustration.

R.I.S.A., of course, like Althaia, was not quite so interested in mostly-platonic back massages. As Ashyr continued to kiss and fondle her, the projection let out a contented sigh, quickly returning the favor. Not much of the biting, but definitely the fondling. One of her tingling hands slid over Ashyr's thigh under the water, beginning to rub its way up and down, getting a little bit higher and closer to the juncture of her legs with each pass. Meanwhile, Althaia leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss at Ashyr's neck, while one of her hands went to the drow's other thigh. Probably, R.I.S.A. and Althaia's other hands were somewhere on each other, but it was not easy to tell under all this churning water.

Ashyr shivered. She was not faring as well with the teasing as her cousin was. She tried to shift her hips into the A.I's hand, longing for her touch against her sex. It was not to be, not yet. And it was driving Ashyr crazy. "You're such a fucking tease." Ashyr accused the false succubus breathlessly after pulling her mouth away enough to let herself talk. She accompanied the accusation with a gentle roll of R.I.S.A's nipple between thumb and forefinger. The ranger didn't look angry, just... frustrated. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was at moments like this that R.I.S.A.'s personality having been programmed at least partially (probably far more than he admitted, given how the A.I. tended to revere him) by Caleldir. The way that she insisted on teasing Ashyr was eerily reminiscent of the way that Caleldir tended to do the same, right up to the specific hand-movements that Ashyr had felt from the pale elf on night before. Then again, the idea that Caleldir would have programmed his own sexual predilections into the Animating Intelligence of Storehouse One was ridiculous on the face of it. It was probably just coincidence. Very strange coincidence.

The projection smiled mischievously. [I have no idea to what you are referring.] She said with an air of innocence, sliding her hand up just a little farther. Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh of pleasure at Ashyr's touch.

Althaia was not nearly so patient as Caleldir and his creation. The nymph went ahead and slid her hand up all the way, and began lightly fingering Ashyr's clit in an almost casual way. Ashyr moaned her appreciation. Given that R.I.S.A. suddenly stiffened and let out a similarly satisfied moan, Althaia's other hand was probably engaged in a similar behavior.

On the other side of the pool, the mage's hands began to wander from his shoulder to trace the pale flesh of his back. She could no longer keep her body still. "You know, you're not doing a very thorough job there." Selene said in a tone that was dangerously close to teasing. "Do I need to teach you the proper way to wash a lady?" It might have been a warning tone, but there was an upward quirk of amusement on her full, violet lips.

Caleldir kept his back to whatever those three were doing, preferring to focus his attention on Selene. "Why, my lady, I am sure that I have no idea to what you are referring." He continued washing downwards under the water, being especially tender around Selene's still mostly flat lower stomach,and then went to her thighs, avoiding the truly erogenous zones. "Perhaps you should show me how it is done." He said, his large, guileless eyes staring into her own.

Selene met his innocent look with her own crimson gaze - upon close inspection, her eyes actually had flecks of purple mixed with the deep red so common in her species. At the moment, her eyes were openly skeptical of his feigned innocence about teasing her. She did not think him so naïve - not anymore, certainly.

"Firstly, you're missing an entire section of my body, you silly male." Selene murmured to him in words that would have been grating if her expression wasn't so playfully amused. Her hand fell upon one of his and pulled him upward on her body towards her breasts. She let Caleldir's other hand do as it wished. Even if it was teasing her, she enjoyed the feel of it running across her body and cleaning her. The younger drow decided to further play along with the idea that she was merely instructing him on how to properly clean her. "You cannot forget my bosom - but do be gentle; they're going to get sore as our daughter grows. But I suppose you're not entirely incompetent, since you have not been so stupid as to use soap on my sex. It only requires warm water and a gentle rub." One corner of her lips quirked upwards. "Preferably with repeating, consistent motions - one can never be too thorough when it comes to something as important as my pussy."

Things on the other side were less restrained. "Get up here; I want my face in your tits." Ashyr muttered to the false succubus while the other side of the pool underwent 'lessons.' It wasn't exactly a command, but it was just as authoritative as it was sensual.

"So, I get two women in my lap, then?" Althaia giggled. "I suppose that if they both are small enough, it could be nice..."

In the meantime, the hand of Ashyr's that had been on R.I.S.A found Althaia's thigh instead, and followed the smooth flesh upwards to give the nymph the same treatment she was giving the drow.

Althaia let out a pleased sigh. "Oh... yes... right like that." Her own ministrations continued to be deceptively casual, but very deft.

The A.I. grinned cat-like, before letting out a pleased moan as the nymph continued lazily, and ably, manipulating her womanhood. [Well, then I guess I will have to shift position, then.] Giggling electronically, the holographic woman flickered, shrinking a little bit and phasing partly through Ashyr and Althaia alike as she shifted her position to on top of Ashyr's lap, thrusting her quite ample breasts in the drow's face.

"Thats... not exactly what I meant, R.I.S.A" Ashyr laughed. "I expected you to just sit up or something." But the A.I. was probably the only person who would be able to make this position work and still make everyone happy. So really, things turned out far better than Ashyr expected. R.I.S.A. seemed to have just enough weight to pleasantly press down on Ashyr's lap without being uncomfortable either for the drow or the nymph. It did lead to a rather improbable pile of differently colored women, one above and one below Ashyr, so she was nicely sandwiched between them. R.I.S.A. continued to writhe against Althaia's touch while running her hands across Ashyr's body and leaning herself into her touch. It was the best, most beautiful sandwich Ashyr could ever imagine herself being in. The only way it could be better, of course, was if they had somehow added the other two in the bath to the mix.

Wrapping her tingly arms around Ashyr, R.I.S.A. pulled the drow a little closer, until her face was positively smothered in soft purple slightly vibrating flesh. Strangely, though, Ashyr had no trouble breathing. All things, considered, the drow ranger was having an exceptional time. That much was clear by the noises of pleasure she made against the A.I.

The scene on the other end of the bath was still very different.

Caleldir felt as if he could get lost in Selene's eyes. The way that the red and the purple glittered into each other was nigh hypnotizing. He felt an almost irresistible urge to kiss her. He would resist for the moment, though, just as long as he was keeping the character of an 'innocent' bath attendant. Or whatever he was doing. Anyway, he loved it when Ashyr and Selene guided his hands to their various lady parts and demanded that he give them attention, so he would milk this for all it was worth. The situation, not her breasts. He squeezed her boob slightly. "You mean like this, my lady?" He said, still feigning innocence.

A falsely disapproving look crossed the younger drow's face. "- well, you're really supposed to be -" But then he started washing her breasts properly. "...rubbing instead of squeezing." She finished speaking with a satisfied sigh.

His other hand slipped between her legs, and began rubbing the outside of her pussy, not quite slipping a finger inside. Still, it made her repeat that soft sigh of pleasure. It was about at this point where Selene felt an unmistakable stiffness underneath her ass. "I think I am getting the hang of this." He said solemnly.

"You know, I think you are getting the hang of this." She agreed approvingly. Unbeknownst to the both of them, each of them were thinking of just how tempting the other's lips were. Selene, however, lost the fight with temptation. Her eyes fluttered closed and her face moved forward to gently press her mouth against Caleldir's. It was a brief thing, though, for she pulled back slightly to say, "If you're really thorough, I think I might reward you."

This happened as the older drow nuzzled between R.I.S.A's flesh. The hand not already occupied by Althaia's cunt rose to fondle one of the false succubus' breasts. The other hand continued its good work of fingering the erogenous flesh above Althaia's channel between her lower lips. Her motions were less casual and more direct, actively trying to wring an orgasm from the nymph's sex.

Althaia almost clenched her thighs around Ashyr's hand. "You get right to the point, don't you?" The nymph said breathlessly. "Well, I cannot let myself be outmatched in skill..." With that, Althaia let the veil down that concealed her blinding beauty and began mercilessly fingering Ashyr, her fingers manipulating Ashyr's clit like a skilled musician. The ranger couldn't exactly see the nymph's full stunning beauty, what with so much of the lovely purple R.I.S.A. in her face. But she could certainly feel the furious work of her fingers. It was all she could do, in fact, to keep up the pace of her own on Althaia's clit. It became somewhat of a contest, but as skilled as Ashyr was, she wasn't likely to win against an actual nymph. Apparently, the nymph was doing the same to R.I.S.A. as well, since after a few moments, the A.I. tightened the grip of her arms and legs around the drow, letting out a long moan of pleasure that had the entire dimension shaking.

When Ashyr felt the now fairly familiar sensation of the dimension shuddering around her, she realized that she wasn't going to last much longer either. In fact, she didn't last longer than a couple more seconds. The ranger's hand stilled its motion as her body temporarily lost control. If necessary, she would more than make it up to Althaia later.

Even busy as he was teasing Selene's womanhood, Caleldir could not help but notice that R.I.S.A. was having an orgasm so powerful it shook everything around him, and glanced over at the pile of writhing bodies. He immediately turned a very pronounced shade of red, and looked back at Selene. His cock was now painfully hard.

Selene wasn't paying much attention to the other group of people in the pool. She did twist around briefly when she saw Caleldir catch sight of them and turned the most lovely shade of red. That position the other women got themselves in was interesting. There had to be some sort of not-quite corporeal A.I. shenanigans going on. Even so, It wouldn't have shocked her too much, but the damn nymph had her veil down. The mage had been enjoying a steady rise in arousal as she interacted with Caleldir, but the sight of the paladin forced her body to almost desperate heat

As one, they pulled their faces in for a second kiss, one that went on a little longer than normal. "Aw, fuck it." The younger drow muttered when their lips managed to separate. There was no way they were going to be able to keep up whatever it was they had been doing. Her hand reached between their legs, grabbed his cock, lifted herself slightly, and began pressing the head of his manhood into her molten core. All the while, her purple-flecked eyes locked onto his.

Althaia said nothing as she watched her companions come down from their orgasms, but the smile on her face (not seen by the other two) showed that she was inordinately pleased with her own skill. Her hands flowed from their place between R.I.S.A. and Ashyr's thighs to lightly roam over their bodies. She leaned back, and closed her eyes. "I like baths." She said happily. "Especially with such nice companions."

R.I.S.A. let out a satisfied sigh. [Thank you so much for inviting me, Ashyr.] She said gratefully. Now leaning back a bit so that Ashyr's vision was unimpeded, R.I.S.A. looked over at Caleldir and Selene. Her projected eyes were often unreadable, but not now. The lust in them was palpable. When Selene took Caleldir's cock in her hands, and began to slide down on it, the A.I. let out an audible sigh. It was a complex thing, being a mixture of appreciative voyeurism and jealousy. Shaking the thoughts of her head in another personality tic oddly similar to Caleldir, she shifted her position, vibrating around Ashyr while keeping her arms wrapped around the drow until her tingling hands were on Ashyr's breasts. The A.I. floated up to Ashyr's ear and let out an electrical, strangely warm and moist, breath.

"You are welcome, R.I.S.A." Ashyr responded quietly.

Caleldir, for his part, had now forgotten the perverse scene of lust happening a foot or so away. He was far too focused on Selene. A thought flashed through his head of the first time that he had ever had sex while somebody else watched, way back then when Carlotta had enjoyed the sight of him and Ashyr. They had been in this exact position. He had come a long way since those days: now he was voluntarily enjoying sex while three others were in the same tub as him.

Leaning forward a bit to begin kissing the side of Selene's neck, Caleldir's hand smoothed its way from her breast to her thigh. Gently, he thrust upward while pulling her deeper, then began slowly moving himself against her. As he often did at these moments, he felt a powerful urge to whisper words of love to her, but while that was something that Ashyr had grown used to, Selene would likely by quite shocked. So, he said nothing.

Caleldir's name escaped Selene's lips quite unintentionally, said in a breathy, pleased whisper as his body rose towards hers to penetrate her more deeply. Her head tilted to the side, opening her neck to him to do as he pleased. One of the younger drow's arms returned to his shoulders to give herself an anchor as her hips worked in tandem with his. The other, free hand caressed his back, his neck, his hair with motioned that could have been mistaken for loving, if Selene hadn't been the one performing them.

On the other side of the tub, things had settled down.

"Althaia?" Ashyr asked. "You said something earlier: if you're not pregnant by him, it wouldn't be your fault." Or something to that effect. "Were you just teasing the boys, or are you actually trying to catch?" Ashyr asked softly and with honest curiosity. She needed time to recover from recent climax and decided to fill the void with conversation - conversation that was mildly important to have. The older drow pitched her voice low enough that it was slightly less likely to be heard by the other two - more out of wanting to not disturb their moment than any attempt at secrecy.

Althaia gave the copulating couple a lazy glance, but being rather content with things as they were (perhaps R.I.S.A. had already given her an orgasm? With the nymph, it was hard to tell. She could over-broadcast her orgasms, or completely conceal them depending on her mood) she simply let out a satisfied sigh and looked back towards Ashyr and R.I.S.A. "Yes." She said tersely, and equally quietly, to Ashyr's question. She grinned. "Not helpful, I know. Both are true, to some extent. One day I would like to have fully nymph daughters, which means that I have to become pregnant by a rare male hybrid like Caleldir, but I am young, and immortal. I can wait a few centuries before having a daughter. So while there was a grain of seriousness to my tease, it was mostly just a tease."

"I had a feeling it was something like that." Ashyr responded. "I was just curious." She explained honestly. The ranger knew that the nymph wanted full-nymph children of her own - she'd told them that much when she first started traveling together. But she also remembered something about Althaia being able to choose whether she had the chance to catch or not. This confirmed that nothing had changed. Not that it mattered all that much to Ashyr.

[I wonder if I could get pregnant.] R.I.S.A. mused, her voice an electric vibration that would not even be possible for Caleldir and Selene to hear. [I mean, if a ghost can impregnate a woman, as was the case with Faraia's parents, or a ghost can straight-up bear a child, like with Caleldir's mother, maybe a semi-corporeal A.I. can as well...]