A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 63: Tides Turn

Clenching his teeth, his body stiffened as he thrust his hips up hard into the rusalka riding him. As he came into her, his body materialized slightly. He blinked. "Hmm... it appears that I can recover life essence from sex, without having to rely on my normal, lethal draining. Fascinating."

The rusalka riding him came to an uncertain halt after Goelon finished inside her. They looked to him expectantly, wondering what more he wanted from them. This was all becoming terribly confusing; they were used to Rostimira's wants and desires, but this strange male had neatly wrested control from their leader. Now they had to figure how what he expected of them.

Looking satisfied, he continued his conversation with Rostimira. Her lustful glance did not escape him, nor did his implied offer of 'other things.' "So... you are offering a transfer of a contract. I and mine protect you from destruction, and in return you will continue to serve the city." Reaching out to Rostimira, he took her chin between his fingers. Several telekinetic hands began traveling up and down her body, stroking and grasping, and pulling her just a little closer to him. He licked his lips. "I like that idea. Very well. If you will consent to stand aside, we will defeat Faust, and then return to work out the bargain." The deathly blue lights that concealed his eyes bored into Rostimira's own. "I will be good to you, my little pet."

Anger flared in Rostimira's eyes at the word 'pet.' It was an expression that was quickly quelled. Yes, it was an extremely jarring role reversal from several minutes ago. And it was true that having him instruct her on how to do her job grated on her; she had this whole thing well in hand before that dark bitch stabbed the beautiful but unassuming half-nymph! But there was a very good reason for his attitude; this man could very much kill her and her little sisters. The leader of the fey had hoped that it would be more of an arrangement of equals. Apparently, that was not going to happen. His will was too overbearing.

The ghost-king paid no attention to the two rusalka astride him. They had served their immediate purpose, after all. Instead, Goelon's sharp eye-lights darted over Rostimira. Another sadistic grin. "I see you do not like playing in second. Well then, you will not need to. I do not want to be here very long, after all." From his expression, it was clear that he found her resentment amusing. But, Goelon was not dumb. He knew that making her too resentful would create problems for his other personality, which he actually liked more than he liked himself. So, he decided to try assuage her anger as much as possible. Sadly, the sadistic product of a curse who spent twelve centuries alone in a monastery except for his broken toys and undead army was not really a people person. "I will not require you to be my servant, only my ally, once you have atoned for the wrong you did to my alternate and his allies. That is, once we are out of this. Also, I will have my alternate negotiate terms with you. He is... better at dealing with people."

Closing his his eyes, cutting off the light, Goelon sighed, turning away. The telekinetic touches cascading over Rostimira vanished. "Sadly, I am not the real Caleldir, merely a stunted shadow of what he could be. In order to truly realize my power, I must return to his form. I am only in control to keep him alive, when his current abilities prove insufficient for the task at hand. So, you will have to deal primarily with him. He will try to be fair, as long as you do not harm those he seeks to protect. But you need not bow to him. From now on, you bow only to me." He thought a moment, cocking his head. "Feel free to rape him all you wish, though. I have observed that he secretly likes it. That, and due to his ancestry he has a strong chance to spawn Paragons, so he will create the strongest offspring you can imagine."

She let her eyes turn down from his haunting stare first, taking the submissive role. "I understand." She told him softly.

The redhead's face briefly came into view from below the alcove they were using. Next, came a plate of food that had to have come from the kitchens and markets of Port Afron. It was food fit for a lord. Her expression was wary and uncertain as she pushed the platter towards the scary ghost man. Then she retreated back to her place in the water, where she had been watching out for any other interlopers.

He glanced over at the food. Putting one hand on the plate, the food fizzled and absorbed into his body, causing him to gain a tiny bit more materiality. He blinked. "Hmm... just a little more, and I can cede control to Caleldir without actually having to recover his body. See how he deals with all my power. Not all that well, I would assume."

Glancing to where Selene was concealed in her ethereal dimension, he began to pull her back. "I will now bring the drow Selene back. She will likely be angry. You can bind her as you wish, but do not damage her. Caleldir would not like that. Also, I really like her, so I would not like it either." With that, he pulled Selene fully back into reality.

Selene was pretty much as grumpy-looking as expected when she was pulled back into the physical realm. Katia quickly latched onto her with her hair before the mage got any more ideas about hurting those within the alcove. But Selene remembered the threat of that particular rusalka, and she had just enough warning to keep her hands free from one spell. "Get the fuck off of me, you little whore." She snapped. The hair that touched her became brittle, and with one solid jerk Selene was able to break free from the binding tresses. It had the delightful side-effect of shattering half of Katia's chocolate brown hair. While the rusalka shrieked in a murderous rage, Selene scampered over to the other side of Goelon. Katia lunged at her, but was promptly stopped by Rostimira. The angry fey snapped out of her rage pretty quickly. Horror replaced that anger. Her hair! Her beautiful hair! It was shattered and on the floor! It would take years to get it back to how it was!

Selene sneered at Katia's humiliated tears. Dumb cunt deserved more for what she threatened to do to her. Luckily for her, Selene didn't want to ruin the bargain Goelon had just made.

Because Goelon was a sadist, he laughed uproariously at Katia's grief.

The other rusalka actually seemed to share in Goelon's amusement at their sister's misfortune. As reparations went, the one Selene chose was extremely mild. It threw Katia down the proverbial ladder of dominance without actually doing any permanent damage. They were free to share in the sadistic amusement Selene and Goelon seemed to carry. They did not go so far as to laugh out loud, but they did share a couple wicked smirks. Katia herself was released by her leader when it was clear that the disgraced fey would not try to hurt Selene again. She slunk away from the group and hid her shame in some alcove or another.

Goelon reined himself in when he remembered that he was trying not to create problems for Caleldir's allies (even if this didn't seem like too severe a problem after all.) "Grieve not too long, rusalka. The Paladin can fix that up for you with a regeneration spell." He glanced over at Selene. "I am busy negotiating an alliance, Selene." His tone with her was rather odd: as if he was trying to sound loving, like Caleldir would, but without knowing what the emotion was actually like. "Try not to become a liability again, or I will have to send you into time out. I am not Caleldir; I lack his tender heart or understanding. If you cause problems, you will be disciplined." By the end of his lecture, he stopped trying to sound like his alter-ego and became his coldly imperious self.

Selene frowned at Goelon. She knew bloody fucking well that she was not to antagonize the rusalka any further. That was why she was sitting there and not attacking, wasn't it? The mage didn't need the Lolth-damned lecture. She was not some youth who needed 'timeout' or 'discipline.' "Do not insult my intelligence, darling." She told him through clenched teeth. Her nostrils flared when she inhaled a steadying breath. A hand strayed to her abdomen as if often did when Selene attempted to calm herself. "Am I not allowed to escape capture if I do not wish it?"

For a moment, Goelon seemed almost angry at Selene's impertinence, but he mastered himself. "Be careful, Selene. I am not used to being talked back to." He blinked, then sighed. "And not used to dealing with creatures other than slaves or soon-to-be-slaves, either." He muttered to her in Abyssal, reckoning that the Rusalka would not be familiar with that tongue. "See, this is why I let Caleldir do all the talking. I just shatter wills and bind souls: I do not understand other people's 'emotions' or 'feelings'." He had an inkling that they existed, of course, and could reckon on them as a potential asset or liability, but more than that, not so much. "So, I will turn back into Caleldir. When I do, please fill him in on the new circumstances that we discussed."

Shooing the two rusalka off of him, he stood up fully. Moving as if gravity and solidity were things that mattered not, he floated out of the alcove, and stretched. The rusalka hesitantly followed after him, with Selene bringing up the rear. They stopped when he stopped, and waited for further instruction. With the exception of Selene, of course. She boldly approached and stood close to him.

He glanced around, looking for any living things that Caleldir would not mind him violently offing. "I need just a little more power to change personality." He noted to Rostimira. "Death is a stressful thing. I need either sex, food, or something to kill. Which one do you have to offer me?"

"My girls will be more than happy to pleasure you... er 'awake,' my lord." Rostimira responded with a gracious bow. There was little other choice; they didn't have a wealth of extra food and things to kill.

"By the abyss, you will." Selene swore. She did her best to look haughtily superior to the other women in the room despite begin several inches shorter than everyone else. If anyone here was going to fuck Caleldir alive, it would be her. By all rights, she should have been the one to show him just how valuable sex was. But no, these little whores stole that away from her. Just like Selene had stolen Caleldir's virginity from Ashyr. The mage cast that from her mind and crossed her arms in front of her stubbornly.

The fey women shifted in uncomfortable awkwardness at this, then looked toward Goelon to see how he would respond to this. He was powerful enough that it would have to be his choice.

He put an arm around Selene. His flesh was cool, almost cold, and there was no pulse or breath. "I think that it is fair that, since you had sex with Caleldir while Selene watched, I have sex with Selene while you watch. And I expect you all to watch." He turned to Selene, looking down at her with something like lust. A terrifying expression on his face. Then again, everything about him was terrifying. Good thing that Althaia had given Selene the ability to shrug off this type of aura. "Then again, drow, you may not like how I would take you. I am no Caleldir, to let you rule me." He pulled her to him in an almost rough embrace, invading her lips with a possessive kiss.

Selene's expression answered his lust with that of her own. There was no fear in her eyes. She understood his mindset; he was always the master playing with his toys until they inevitably broke. He was not used to treating someone as he equal. But she would prove herself to be that equal, to be respected by the power that he held. Dreams of dominating throngs of people bowed in adoration and fear flitted through her mind. And Goelon was beside her, protecting her - supporting her while he smote everyone that would oppose the two of them. But there was a warning in her head as well. The staff. He didn't like the remembered aspirations in her head. Selfishness he could endure, but not wanton sadism inflicted upon a people who did not want it.

But the power... it was intoxicating.

The drow kissed Goelon back with as much forcefulness as she received. She never really bothered to put her clothes back on after the rusalka sang them off. It was quite possible that Selene didn't even realize she was naked all this time. When she pressed their bodies together, it was cool pale flesh against hot, dark skin. Her hands rose to run across his body with firm, insistent touches. But then she began to melt into him, as Selene did when Ashyr insisted on being the dominant one. Surely, Goelon Duvainor was powerful enough that it was not a disgrace to give into his will. The much weaker Caleldir wouldn't even have to know the horrible truth: Selene wasn't as invariably dominant as he might think.

Why else would Selene so easily accept Ashyr and Matron and not strive for the title herself?

Goelon seemed to accept Selene's answered enthusiasm as almost a challenge. Not out of an intentional desire to take control, but more on instinct. He did not have any breath - cool or otherwise - in his mouth. His moist tongue tasted like finely aged wine, for some reason. Sliding his mouth away from hers, he trailed kisses down her cheek and down the side of her face to her neck, kissing heavily and nipping lightly.

By the time he broke away, she was panting heavily, and not with just lack of air. Selene groaned at the little nips against her flesh that he gave her between heavy kisses. Each little catch of her skin between teeth sent shivering hot jolts down her spine that pooled at her sex. Her hand held his head to her, encouraging more of the same treatment.

His hands went to her ass, and he lifted her up against him, his heavy cock throbbing against her lower stomach. It was the hottest part of him, being almost the temperature of an actual living creature. For a moment, he held her there. Then, without really giving a warning, he pulled her away from him, and then pulled her quickly forward while thrusting out with his hips between her legs (guided by unerring telekinetics), burying his entire length inside her in one swift strike. The moisture from the three rusalka had grown cold on his cock, but it still made it easier to push himself in her.

The sensation of sudden fullness when he impaled her was very welcome, unexpected or otherwise. Her wetness added to the rusalka's, and made his forceful pace smoothly erotic instead of uncomfortable, had they been less well-lubricated.

Now, his hips and hands worked in tandem to pull her nearly off of him, before slamming her all the way back on him in a frenetic, forceful pace, clearly caring more about getting himself off than her.

As easily pleased as Selene was, Goelon had no problem pleasing her whether it was his intention or not. Her nails dug into his shoulders and partially down his back as orgasm overcame her - she didn't even realize she was doing it. He wasn't done after that first climax. In fact, he wasn't even half-way done, such was the speed at which she came. She began to hiss encouragement to him in Abyssal. It was a harsh language for such an intimate act, but it seemed to fit in this particular situation.

Eventually, his periodic groans went silent, and he pulled his lips away from her face and neck. Gritting his teeth, he shot forth a burst of hot cum into her just after she orgasmed for a second time. He let out a long sigh, and turned slightly more opaque.

The mage expected Caleldir to slump to the floor after Goelon was done. "Catch us." She hissed quickly while the two of them were still in the throes of orgasm. The rusalka obliged, their hair whipping out with silken gentleness to lower the two of them to the ground, just in time to stop them from falling. "Get us pillows and food." Came Selene's second order.

A half second later, he sat back up, rubbing his eyes. Although they were still an undead blue, his body language and mannerisms had completely changed. He was Caleldir, now, though still in Goelon's body. "What is happening?" He asked weakly.

When Caleldir became Goelon, Caleldir lost consciousness. Mostly, he knew that he had suffered critical damage from waking up to a large area where everything was dead, drained to recover his lost life. So, this was new. He had blacked out inside the alcove and inside one of the Rusalka, and came to outside the alcove and inside Selene. Which was an improvement, of course, in that he wanted to have sex with Selene and also liked having sex with the rusalka did not want to have sex with random fey whose names he did not even know. It seemed as if fey had a thing for him, though. He rubbed his head. Ear-splitting, the ache was, though it was dulling. It was then that he caught sight of his hand. It was translucent, far more so than it normally was unless he was still undead. Oh.

Selene's violet-flecked crimson eyes sought his, and tentatively sought to connect their minds once more. It was the fastest way she knew how to fill him in before the rusalka got any ideas about doing something the party wouldn't like. That, and it was a cool new trick that she learned and was eager to explore.

Before he could really register what was going on, he heard Selene's voice cut through his muddled thoughts. Internally, at least, she seemed to be reactivating their telepathy. Which was much stronger given their physical connection. -So... what happened just now? He repeated the question.-

Selene found herself smiling softly when she heard Caleldir's voice in her head... well, it wasn't exactly his voice that she heard, but more an impression that could be no other creature but him. For whatever reason, it made her feel the sort of warmth that was only tangentially related to intercourse.

Selene's mind was a calmer, warmer place than Caleldir had once believed it to be. Perhaps it was because of their connection, but he could feel a lot of affection through their link. She would feel a commensurate amount from him, as he very much enjoyed having her close like this. Even if a half-dozen nosy rusalka were watching.

-Katia threatened our child.- She communicated to him. Selene was forced to break eye contact after thinking this; there was just too much rage associated by the memory. The mage buried her face in his neck, and pressed their naked flesh together. It was comforting to imagine their child protected by her parents on both sides. -So I conjured an ice spike to kill you.- She continued. Apparently, their physical connection was more than enough to keep communicating. -Goelon was not as violent as expected. There was a rusalka already on your dick at that point, which your ghost alter decided felt too good to stop.- Mixed emotions came with that thought: jealousy, indignation, amusement. -The rusalka recognized his power and fear him. He was able to negotiate a transfer of contract from Faust to him, and, by extension, you and our party. Rusalka continue to keep the city safe, and in turn you assist them with keeping their people safe in their homelands when they call on you. Goelon didn't try to negotiate the particulars; he left that to you.-

He remembered Katia threatening to... do things to Selene and their unborn daughter, things which he was still as angry as she about. It was possible she did not know that Selene was pregnant, but, then again, it likely would not have mattered to her anyway. He remembered the ice as well. The information after that... not so much. Wait, Goelon decided that he liked sex? I do not know what to say. I seem to remember him hating all such things with a passion. Perhaps it was simply the Monastery acting on him, though. I never know with him. His emotions on the topic seemed to be simply incredulity, and something like shame. -Sorry, I know you wanted to have him first.-