A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 54: Bath

"Make yourself with all the parts, add a little life magic, and I don't know, it might be possible. Hell, you have a soul. Creating another the more conventional way should be easier. Caleldir would probably know better." Wouldn't that be an interesting conversation? Ashyr grinned at the mere thought of it.

The A.I. considered Ashyr's points. She froze, her eyes went blank, and a slight hum could be heard around her. Suddenly, her eyes returned to normal, and she nodded. [You are right. I just ran the simulations. If I fully corporealized myself, I could bear a child. I would have to keep that particular body, which would house the majority of consciousness, fully material for the duration of the pregnancy, though, which would be...] for a moment she froze and her eyes returned to blanks [Six months, for optimal effects. Shorter would have deleterious effects, longer would not give any further advantages.] She smiled. [One day, I would definitely like to create the first trueborn hybrid of programming language and genetics. Would that not be wonderful?]

Ashyr chucked lightly. "And I thought Caleldir was an odd combination of a creature. You're going to have to do a lot of babysitting if we continue on the roads like this."

The A.I. smiled. Three more of her appeared around Althaia and Ashyr, and began fondling them. [I have a lot of hands. She explained.]

It was probably for the best that Caleldir could not hear this conversation. Both because R.I.S.A. had made sure that he could not, and because he was rather otherwise occupied. His hip movements became rather faster and more powerful as he approached his release. He had noted both the way that Selene had murmured his name, and her strangely tender touches, but was not sure what to make of them. Instead, he focused on trying to get her to orgasm before he did. This was a rather awkward angle for him to fuck her in, but Caleldir was unusually flexible for a man, as Selene was discovering. The waters churned around them, muffling the sound of their flesh slapping together, as they did something that came almost dangerously close to making love. He and Selene had almost done that on several occasions now, and seemed to come closer to that just about every time. Just like Caleldir was coming closer to cumming.

At her normal pace, Selene began to breathe more raggedly. "Goddess - Caleldir-" And then her breath caught and her body spasmed and sagged against him.

Still oblivious to the strange conversation going on a few feet away, Caleldir felt his heart skip a beat at Selene's intonation of his name. "You too, Selene." He said breathlessly. A few moments after she spasmed and sagged, he tensed up too, finally releasing his seed. Holding her close, he nibbled a little bit on her ear. "You are always amazing." He whispered to her.

"Of course I am." Selene boasted. Her hand stroked lightly through his hair as he nibbled at her ear. "And you're probably the only male who could come close to deserving me." Her tone was serious, but right after she said this, she pulled away, and he would see the amusement in her face. Even then, it would be hard to tell exactly how sincere she was being.

He gave Selene a fond smile. "I am very flattered. To even be close to being worthy of you is a high honor indeed." Like with Selene herself, the twinkle in his eyes made it rather hard to figure out exactly how serious he was.

Ashyr grinned to herself to hear her other lovers being so affectionate with each other. She didn't know why, but she got an odd sense of pleasure when she hear the proof of Selene's melting heart - at least when it came to Caleldir. Then she hummed a pleasured noise in the back of her throat when she felt the hands of the other projections of R.I.S.A get more insistent. "As wonderful as that feels, R.I.S.A, I think I should probably get out of the bath before I get all... wrinkly." Then her usual, mischievous smile spread across her lips. "That's not saying we can't continue in the bedroom, though. The bath was only meant to warm us up, after all."

The other projections vanished as they had appeared: one moment there, the next, gone. R.I.S.A. chuckled a bit. [Organic bodies do have those sorts of odd properties. The way that your skin wrinkles after prolonged exposure to water is quite fascinating.] The A.I. half-floated out of the tub, before landing outside and walking normally out of the door, and then disappearing around a corner. Unlike the variable-sized and impermanent large washroom, and whatever room that R.I.S.A. and Althaia vanished off to, as well as wherever Tsabdrin currently was sulking, the main bedroom and an attached smaller bathroom were more or less constants (like the dining room/entryway) and did not really shift positions, so it was easy to assume that she was headed to the bedroom by the way she had turned. Not that she needed to travel in the ordinary fashion at all, but she seemed to be trying to move in more human ways ever since her musings on pregnancy.

"Your bodies may wrinkle, but not mine." Althaia said lazily. "Nor Caleldir's. We can stay in the water forever without wrinkling. We are water fae, after all, even if Caleldir is mixed." Even so, she did raise herself from the bathtub and begin to follow R.I.S.A. to the bedroom, not bothering to dry herself off: the nymph always seemed just a little damp, but never seemed to get anything wet unless she wanted to. Probably because she was a water fae.

"I heard talk of adjourning to the bedroom." Selene said to Caleldir as she stood. Water caressed and rolled off of her every curve until she casually waved her hand and magically dried herself. "Come. I'm not done with you yet." This was said with her hand held out to him, and a wicked smirk on her lips.

Caleldir stood up and dried himself in a very similar way to how she did. "If you are not finished with me, I will simply have to follow you." He took her hand. His tone was more playful than servile, despite his words

As the only one unable to magically dry herself or otherwise ignore the wetness, Ashyr began looking about herself to find a towel. Selene, who was paying a bit more attention to the other three than the sire of her child was, took a moment to wave a hand and dry her cousin. Then, hand-in-hand with Caleldir, she followed the succubus and nymph to the bedroom.

Or, at least, that was what she planned on doing. But then she saw the dining room table, and remembered that the last time she had eaten was a while ago. And, just like that, she was hungry again. Damned pregnancy. At least, that's what she blamed it on.

"R.I.S.A, I'd like something to snack on. You can bring out whatever is suitable for quick finger food - cheese, bread, fruit, dried meat, that sort of thing. We'll eat in the bedroom." There was definitely an order in Selene's voice, but at least she took into account the fact that the A.I. would probably much rather participate in whatever it was they were about to do than take extra time and attention to prepare food. Either that, or she was hungry and still horny, and didn't want either thing getting in the way of the other - thus, the quick and easy food.

It was more likely the latter option.

"Yes, R.I.S.A, that would be wonderful." Ashyr added in a slightly more gracious manner. The ranger was the last out of the room, and was quite clearly paying more attention to Caleldir's backside than she was to asking nicely for food. She stood behind him and ran a hand down his lower back, across one side of his ass, and around to the front of his thigh. Her hand was almost but not quite brushing against his sex. All the while, her naked breasts pressed and rubbed against him. Clearly, food was barely on her mind at all.

He shivered against her body pressing into him. "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you? Either of you?" He sighed, reaching back to give Ashyr' bottom a quick squeeze. His other hand, of course, being still in Selene's.

[I live to serve you, my lady.] Another one of R.I.S.A.'s avatars said, appearing in the dining room in her maid outfit. The projection bowed a little, and vanished.

Selene seemed pleased by R.I.S.A's quick compliance. She didn't remember the last time she'd had a servant so damn useful and polite. "Perfect." She responded, though it was unclear whether she meant the food or the A.I's performance.

"I have not quite gotten used to seeing her avatar like that." Caleldir mused.

"Come on, let's not get distracted in here." Selene told her cousin. Then, with Caleldir's hand still gripped firmly in her own, Selene began to walk the rest of the way into the bedroom.

The A.I. quite possibly had a slight ability to read minds, or at least guess at thoughts more accurately than most, because when Selene thought to herself that R.I.S.A. was the most useful and polite servant she had ever had, the main projection almost blushed. [I am honored by your praise, my lady. The A.I. said with deep satisfaction.] She whispered it more to herself than Selene, though, especially given that she was still one room over when she said it. Althaia still heard though.

The nymph playfully jabbed the pseudo succubus in her ribs (as much as she could be said to have ribs) with her elbow. "I think that she would hear you better if you said it louder." The nymph was sitting quite elegantly on the side of the smaller bed that R.I.S.A. had conjured earlier facing the main bed, with the A.I. sitting next to her.

R.I.S.A. blushed again. [If I wanted her to hear me, she would have. I just wanted to say it...]

Althaia nodded knowingly. "Say no more."