A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 69: Maturity

With no small gathering of willpower, he focused his attention back to what she was saying. "I will keep your secret. But do not take too long to tell them," he warned. "If they think you are..." Again he paused as he struggled to translate from his native tongue. He bit his lip in frustration. There was no way he'd be able to think of the right words in common at this rate. So he gave up. "We can talk later."

Giggling, she leaned forward again, leaning her forehead against his, her amethyst eyes a mere inch from his cobalt ones. "I have something precious to give you, something that your sister Selene is always grouchy about. It will make you more skilled, charming, and resistant to enchantments, but more importantly, it will allow you to see my true form without going blind. But, if you intentionally commit an evil act, you will lose this gift forever. If you want it, close your eyes and kiss me now like you have never kissed anyone before, and when you open them again, I will remove my last mask, and you can see me truly."

Don't commit an evil act? He'd sworn off those when he separated himself from the rest of his brothers. It didn't seem like too hard a task. Especially considering that it would let him see her true self. The drow paused for a second to think. This, too, he would be sure to take seriously, to be certain about. Then, slowly, he angled his head and pressed his lips into hers. Though he did his damnedest to kiss her more thoroughly than he had anyone else, it was no simple feat after two hundred years of life.

The nymph met the kiss with stunning fervor, eagerly meeting Tsabdrin's lips and tongue. She had been using poetic exaggeration when she told him to kiss her that thoroughly, but he seemed determined to take her as literally as possible. He certainly had skill born of a long life. Althaia herself had more racial talent than experience (then again, given her race, she had more experience than most people many times her age). As she kissed him, she dropped the veil. Any peeping-toms that happened by would be in for a rather blinding experience. Finally, she pulled away, still churning her hips.

"Well, this is a nymph unveiled," she whispered.

The male drow reacted much the same way as his cousin did when he was finally allowed to see Althaia in all her unveiled glory. Except, with him, the impossibly beautiful woman was currently on his lap and connected to him. It was a strangely religious experience in light of the fact that, if her patrons had their say, she would be the progenitor of the most beautiful and arguably the most powerful race to ever walk the lands. She was chosen. God-touched. And for whatever reason, she had chosen to share all that with him and him alone. So it was that Tsabdrin stared at her wide-eyed, mouth still slightly agape from the intense kiss they had just shared.

Then, she stopped her movements for a moment, settling down on his lap and simply soaking in the water, enjoying their connection.

"Another confession:" she said in heavily, heavily accented Undercommon (granted, given her natural language being what it was, said accent made Undercommon almost seem more lovely than normal). "I have mostly picked up your language. It took a few weeks and quite a bit of magic, but I am slowly getting the hang of it."

Not able to speak any more than haltingly in that tongue, she switched back to Common. "I will tell them once they are back from the Underdark and have dealt with your family. You see... I am going to be staying up here while they do so. I need more training before I am truly useful. I have vast amounts of magic power my goddesses granted me, but cannot use it effectively. In Port Afron, and among the Druids, I will find teachers."

She sighed, nestling into him. Tsabdrin may have been having trouble concentrating like this, but for the nymph who hardly ever felt truly whole unless her flesh was pressed up against another's, sexual acts made her more able to form coherent thoughts and consider things rather than less. "I am just worried that... You are right, let us talk later."

The information caused his mouth to shut, and his lips turn down into a soft frown. He had nothing to say, no response to the news the must have made her sad and worried for her friendships. Instead, he silently wrapped his arms around her and held on for as long as she was nestled close to him. "Talk later." He promised.

She began riding Tsabdrin rather vigorously, increasing in speed until the waters churned around them. She bit her lip as she began to feel an orgasm building inside her. His hands fell to her hips to help keep her steady - not that the nymph would have any problems with properly fucking him unassisted. The drow clenched his jaw in intense concentration as he fought the losing battle with himself to hold out as long as possible. He had years of practice with that sort of thing, but never with someone like Althaia. He lost that battle sooner than he would have hoped.

"Althaia - I'm going to-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he let out a groan of climactic pleasure and shot his seed.

Tsabdrin's brief warning was not all that necessary, since Althaia could sense his release coming. Her only reaction to it was to slam herself down one final time, ensuring that he was as deep inside her as he could be for his orgasm. She clamped down on him as she allowed herself to orgasm as well.

He gasped, feeling the rhythmic shudders of her core. He hadn't been doing much of the work, but still his breath was almost as heavy as hers. The drow's arms came up again to hold her in a firm embrace during that quiet moment when both of them were still taken by pleasure.

When the two of their orgasms subsided, Althaia relaxed down again. Breathing quick, light breaths, she leaned into him, nuzzling up to his side. "I think that the best place to spill your seed in inside, don't you? Otherwise it seems like such a waste..." she giggled slightly.

He let out a short laugh. "It's wasted either way if you don't plan on catching from me." He pointed out.

"Not really a waste even if I do not want to get pregnant," Althaia said naughtily. "After all, I can absorb essence from seed. Like a succubus can."

Tsabdrin gave Althaia a calculating look. He really wasn't sure if she was joking or not. After all, he wasn't completely familiar with what nymphs could do, nor did he know the limit of Althaia's sexual power. For all he knew, she was telling the truth. Not that it mattered. She could do what she liked with his seed. Women usually did, in his experience.

For a few minutes, she stayed in that position. Then, she rolled off of Tsabdrin and to the side. "That was really nice," she said softly. "But, we should probably get washed up now. Would not want to leave your dinosaurs alone too long."

He made a soft grunt of protest. That had been nice. But she was probably right; they should get going. "My companions are fine on their own. They get sleepy after a meal so they shouldn't cause much trouble." Tsabdrin sighed. "I am quite hungry, though. So yeah, let's get going. Need me to scrub your back?"

Althaia turned said back to him. "I could manipulate the water to do it for me, but I much prefer the touch of another to my own. If you were not here, I might have been reduced to summoning pixies, or a water elemental in human form, or something of that nature to wash me. So please do."

"I would be happy to, Lady Althaia," he responded with a slight smile. And he really was happy to return the favor. It meant that he was allowed to rub his hands across the nymph's perfect skin, and what sane person would pass up that opportunity? He took the soap and began to gently massage it into her back. Despite his hunger, he didn't try to rush things.

Althaia relaxed a little against Tsabdrin's touch. "The others will be wanting breakfast, I assume, so we should not spend too long here." She looked down

"So... do you still want to talk about... things?" the drow asked as he worked his hands over her skin.

"I probably should explain why your kinswomen are angry with me. I blew up a mage's workshop, and let the mage escape. Due to choosing to really stretch my druidic powers at the wrong time, I caused Selene to lose out on a lot of valuable artifacts, and Ashyr to lose out on revenge for the death of a... friend. We will call her a friend."

She sighed. "I have a lot of raw druidic power, but no real finesse with it. Add to that, when I started sparring with the guardsman I noticed that I have no skill at all with the blade. I had been wildly swinging it, and only ever was winning because I am faster, stronger, and tougher than most of my foes. Against anyone even vaguely in my league, I am worthless. I have unparalleled raw talent, but it has stayed raw and untapped. Add to that, I have only spent the last few weeks of my life out of the company of other nymphs, who have an... alien outlook on the world, and I really need some education before I am ready to go to the Underdark. So, I wish to stay here in Port Afron, with the resurrected Aasimar version of Faust to teach me swordplay. After crossing blades with him for a mere moment, I could tell that he was a true master. Also, I could keep an eye on the city, keep the reincarnated Faust on the right track, and be prepared if that mage were to come back." She picked up a stone in her left hand, gazing on it. "Prepared for him, I know that I could utterly crush him." Suddenly making a fist around the rock, she ground it to dust. "Add to that, my Goddess makes me nigh immune to nearly any magic he could muster, and I think that I have a better chance of defending the city from his return than most others."

The ranger listened in silence as the nymph explained her thought process. It all made a good deal of sense. "I would ask that you stay with us... but I think you are right. My lands require..." Again he couldn't think of the right word. He gave up after a moment and said in undercommon, "Subtlety." He switched back to common. "And I think that is something you need to learn still, among other things." He threw her a crooked, apologetic grin. Then, done with washing her back, he quickly addressed the rest of his own body.

"I can be subtle at times." Althaia muttered. "I just lack the ability to tell which times. I am too impetuous." Other than that mild defensiveness, the nymph mostly just listened and agreed.

She quickly and mechanically (though as gracefully as ever) washed herself down. She stepped out of the pool she had made and beckoned Tsabdrin out as well. Then, she undid her magic, and the spring began to warp back to the way it had been before she had built it.

"I am not the best to do this, but I will teach you Undercommon while I'm still up here, if you wish." he offered. "It is not for you alone. It will help me too; my common is not good. I have no idea what impet...ous? means, to start." Ashyr and Selene would help him with that, too, but he didn't need an excuse to be in their pretense. They were all about to be stuck together underground for who knows how long.

Grinning, Althaia sidled up to Tsabdrin. "Heh. I think that you are just trying to find an excuse to hang out with me that is more subtle than..." She stopped. What she was about to suggest that he wanted to say was: 'Althaia, you are really lovely. I want to have as much sex as possible with you before I have to leave for the Underdark', but she thought that was probably a bit too indecorous in non-fey cultures. So, she edited. "Well, more subtle than just saying that you enjoy my company. But no fear! I would love to 'learn Undercommon' and 'help you with Common'. Also, have lots of sex with you, if you want. I am neither a drow, nor one of my sisters, that I should force myself on you if you did not want me to." Still just barely shorter than him due to her minimized 'Reduce Person' spell, she stood up on her toes to put her mouth level with his ears. "But you do want me, don't you?"

Althaia's flirtatious words in his ear caused heat to rise to Tsabdrin's face. He didn't respond to her question, but one corner of his mouth quirked upward in a crooked grin of amused excitement. For the first time in a while, he was actually looking forward to the next couple of days. It was a nice change from simply trying to survive until the next day.

"Well, ready to Tree Step back? Should we pick up your dinosaurs, or go straight to breakfast? I have a few Stasis'ed meals in dimensional space R.I.S.A. gave me, so we can provide a full spread of breakfast fairly easily. Unless the maids already did that."

He still had to take a moment to put his armor back on. He didn't have a fancy ring like she did. "Give me a minute." He responded. "We should get my companions first. I should not be too far from them.

She watched him dress with obvious interest. "Well, we will have to walk back into town, then. I am not really going to be able to pull the two of them along with us."

When he was dressed, she pulled him through the forest again, popping out where they had entered the tree the first time. "Now, let's get your dinos and get back to those three. Or four, if Carlotta is still with them. My guess is she has left by now though."

The allosaurs were nowhere in sight. That didn't seem to concern Tsabdrin. They were around, of course, idly roaming the forest and generally enjoying their second chance at life. The ranger gave them the mental command to stay close as he started walking in the direction of the city. He began to do just as he promised: teach Althaia undercommon.