A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 71: Rusalka

Katia and Mirjana seemed to be the whipping girls in that situation. Though at least they were sort of receiving pleasure. The girls holding down the allosaurs simply got to struggle and watch with jealousy. Caleldir felt something like sadistic satisfaction at seeing the two holding down the dinosaurs. His feelings towards the rusalka were mixed, but there was at least a little pettiness to it.

Caleldir took several deep breaths. He could now look down at Katia, seeing both her pouting and apparent pleasure. "So, that is what this is about?" he gasped. His hips continued to thrust up into the short-haired fey. He somehow managed to keep masturbating Mirjana despite all the distraction, and her own shifting as Nemanja pulled her face away. "You really do not need to all have children, you know. And even if you do, why me?"

The rusalka surrounding Caleldir looked ready to respond to his questions, but all of them were beginning to give into the pleasure they felt by various sources. Katia, growing closer to orgasm by the second, urged the ladies in charge to make him go harder, faster. They obliged willingly enough. It was probably a good thing that, while not as strong, Caleldir was a bit more durable than the average man - what with his fey damage resistance. The three around him began to moan, and their voices combined had a musical, intoxicating quality. It was almost as if they were feeding off of each other's pleasure.

Caleldir's own groans mixed with theirs, until he could not hold back his release any longer. Finally, at approximately the same time, half-nymph and rusalka alike were lost in glorious orgasm. They stopped forcing Caleldir to thrust after that.

Rostimira and Tsabdrin were left out of the circle of pleasure. So it was with a calm voice that the leader responded to Caleldir's question. "You know why it is you, nymph." She said, raising her voice slightly over the sounds of Tsabdrin's protests. The rusalka had had him gagged, and was teasing him without letting him find release. His frustrations were becoming exceedingly apparent. "Your children will be perfect. That was what Master Goelon said. Not only that: we are both more and less fertile than our nymph cousins. Any random male will not do. He must have fey blood. I do not know why. So our options are either you... or gnomes from the city." She shuddered at this, a sentiment that most of the other rusalka seemed to share.

"Even more fertile, there is no guarantee," Nemanja said as she stretched out in languid satisfaction. "Rosti doesn't want to go alone, so at least two of them need to catch." She waved her hand at the other rusalka. Apparently, the light-haired rusalka wasn't included in this plan. "Those who do obviously have to stay behind, raise the next batch of young, and hope they are leaders when the daughters reach adulthood."

"I can see why you would want to avoid gnomes, Rostimira," Caleldir said dryly.

Katia rolled off of Caleldir with a sour look on her face and tears in her eyes. "Even if I have to stay, I don't want a baby. None of us do. You are cruel, Rosti."

As much as he could, given how tied up he was, Caleldir pulled his hand away from Mirjana and tried to sit up a little. It felt nice to not be being forced to move for the moment. He glanced over sympathetically at Tsabdrin. Well, both Ashyr and Althaia would probably make it up to him later, so he would try not to let the other male's discomfort bother him too much.

"If you do get pregnant, Katia, please let me know. I will do what I can to help." Then, an idea popped into his head. With R.I.S.A.'s help, he could use a lot of the abilities of the Geneforge. Like switching a propensity towards evil alignment with a good one. "In fact, I can make the birth and pregnancy process far less painful, and ensure that your little girls are absolutely perfect, tailored to your own specifications." And his own.

Katia glanced over to him with a combination of distrust and confusion in her eyes. Why would he help her? All she had done was threaten his mate and their child, and then rape him. It had to be a trap of some sort.

Glancing over at Katia, it was easy to read the distrust in her eyes. "It is a trap, but not for you." He admitted. "Nor for your child." From a certain point of view. "Consider it."

"Although, I admit that I have not studied rusalka like I have nymphs. How do you normally reproduce? Nymphs typically spawn as adults out of pure springs. How about you? Do you only reproduce sexually with men of Faerie ancestry? Are there any half-rusalka like there are half-nymphs?" It was an odd trait of Caleldir's that he would focus on the academic questions of reproduction rather than the fun ones in the middle of an orgy.

"We are spirits of female vengeance, much like nymphs are spirits of nature. A girl gets raped or beaten or endures some sort of injustice that causes horrible death, a rusalka appears to make mankind pay. I think we are the girls, because people sometimes recognize us. But we don't remember. All we want is to live in peace and torture the occasional male." Rostimira explained. Her words were punctuated by a particularly frustrated noise from Tsabdrin, which made the leader chuckle with sadistic delight.

"That would explain why many people think that rusalka are a type of undead rather than a type of fey." Caleldir noted. "Of course, you are clearly not undead, since positive energy does not hurt you, and negative energy does not heal."

"We can also reproduce sexually, with someone like you. Our young are all female, and all rusalka." Nemanja continued to explain. "I am to go with Rosti when she leaves, else I might consider catching myself. Katia doesn't seem to understand that offspring is strength, even if it is painful and obnoxious carrying, birthing, and raising daughters."

The leader of the fey simply chuckled. "There, we told you, which we didn't have to do."

To be honest, he was actually a bit surprised that the rusalka were willing to talk to him about all this. Definitely not disappointed, though. Rostimira and Nemanja especially seemed more talkative this time around. Of course, he also got something of a kick out of them being intransigent and treating him as a dildo rather than interacting with him in a meaningful way, but that was very unhealthy and it was far better not to indulge that tendency of his.

Caleldir glanced back over at Tsabdrin. "Please do not torture him, Rostimira. He is a drow male: he already has to deal with women intent on abusing him. So... not a whole lot of vengeance is needed against him anymore."

"I am not hurting him," Rostimira responded. Tsabdrin may not have deserved her near torturous attentions, but that didn't stop the evil fey's enjoyment of it. She was something like a spirit of vengeance, but her brand of vengeance was a fickle thing that didn't much care for technicalities such as who actually deserved it. She was evil, after all. "Now, Mirjana, see if you can take him one more time. Then we'll let you both free."

Mirjana nodded, and didn't look half as displeased as Katia did. Instead of moving herself, however, her liquid blood hair embraced and flipped Caleldir on top of her. Light hair mingled with red to help keep him aloft during his moment of surprise (otherwise he was in danger of falling into her.) Very gently, she reached down to begin gently caressing his shaft, attempting to bring his cock back to life.

"Did I not already have sex with you, Mirjana?" He asked. "Getting a bit greedy, I think you are." The redheaded had been the first, as he remembered. He gave her an awkward smile. "I do like your hair." He admitted. "Red is such a nice color."

"Thank you, pretty," Mirjana said with a pleased smile at Caleldir's compliment. Indeed, it seemed as if Katia wasn't entirely right about not of them really wanting to participate in Rostimira's plan. The redhead didn't seem anywhere near as upset about all this.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh against her touch. It was not too long before his manhood was back to full strength, ready for her. He had already been here before, no sense fighting it too much. Unless Mirjana preferred it that way, but she seemed slightly less sadistic than the others, her touch being noticeably more gentle.

Mirjana wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in closer. "Now, you can fuck me, or I will continue to puppet you." She whispered in his ear.

Her words caused the breath to get caught in his throat. "Would you rather I uselessly fight back, or reluctantly cooperate?" he asked bluntly. He could feel the tip of his cock brushing up against her pussy, but did not yet push forward.

"Both ways have their appeal." Mirjana told Caleldir with an upward quirk of her full lips. She shifted herself against him, rubbing her wet sex over him. Her hair pulled him inward slightly until his cockhead pressed forward just enough to barely penetrate her. One of her clawed hands rose to trace the edges of where blonde and red hair held him in place.

"Then we will do both then," Caleldir replied. "It is not as if I have much of a choice." Letting out a sigh of mixed pleasure and reluctance, he slowly pushed forward. Now that they were lined up, he smoothly penetrated her, his dick still wet from the previous two rusalka, and her, for that matter. This was the second time he had 'been with' Mirjana, and the first time that Rostimira was not using him as a dildo.

Mirjana let out a happy groan. Her hair coiled and squeezed at Caleldir in an odd sort of embrace rather than trying to control his actions. Mirjana lifted her arms to wrap around Caleldir's neck and draw his mouth down towards hers. Then she kissed him languidly.

Caleldir was stunned. After a few seconds of letting her simply have her way with his mouth, he returned the kiss with a similar type of languidity. The taste of other rusalka on her tongue was slightly odd, but not too off-putting, considering that Caleldir had grown used to such flavours of late.

He pulled back up almost as slowly, before pushing down again. His compromise between fucking her himself and being used as a puppet was to simply go maddeningly slowly until such a time as she decided to force him to speed up. In the meantime, he kept his blue eyes on Mirjana's equally blue ones.

"He objects so much, but look, he takes his time when given the chance!" Nemanja observed laughingly. "You did hear Rosti say that you're free once you're done with her, yes?"

That snapped Caleldir out of the almost loving mood he had felt himself in. Oh. Yes. He was being forced into sex again, with yet another random woman. He was not supposed to be enjoying this like this. "I... I did hear that." He said slowly, looking a bit self-conscious. "But... but I..." He sighed, and closed his eyes.

The rusalka laughed again at Caleldir's complaints. Predictably, they found a certain delight in giving him such moral pains. Not that they understood why he was so upset. They weren't actually doing physical harm to him. They weren't even hurting his friend. Technically.

"Master Goelon was right, of course," Rostimira taunted. Again, she forced a frustrated, breathless noise from the drow. It likely would have been quite loud if he hadn't been gagged.

That made Caleldir decide that time was a-ticking and he was needed up top. As much as it irked him to participate like this, he was not getting out until he spilled his seed inside this woman. It positively hurt to realize that he was now mentally consenting to impregnating some random faerie woman for the sake of convenience. Groaning with something like self-loathing, he increased his speed. "I cannot believe I keep getting into these sort of situations!" He complained.

He continued fucking her at a reasonable steady clip for some time, until he felt himself ready to orgasm. Not have any reason to try to hold himself back, like he normally did, he thrust himself in all the way, pushing Mirjana's body heavily upwards, and shot forth his seed into her for a second time. With a defeated look, he slumped in his bonds.

Just as Caleldir was finishing inside of Mirjana, their attention turned upward. Nemanja giggled, Katia hissed, Mirjana let out a breathless laugh, and Rostimira affected not to notice. The hair that kept Caleldir in place unraveled to let him free.

"If you would unhand my brother..." Came Selene's slightly annoyed voice.

"Oh. It's you. Selene, was it?" Rostimira said with careless disrespect.

One of Selene's well-groomed eyebrows rose. "How short would you like your hair?" She asked flatly. It was a petty trick, but Selene rose her hands and made them glow blue to punctuate her words. Then Selene had to catch him as the leader of the fey made an annoyed 'tsk' and almost forcefully ejected the naked Tsabdrin into Selene's arms. "Get your clothes on." The mage ordered sharply.

Selene's attention turned to Caleldir, and her expression softened slightly. She held out her hand to him. "Come on, darling." For once, she didn't seem angry at him for getting into this situation. Again.

Caleldir pulled himself away from Mirjana, brushing himself off. Normally, as he was covered with bodily fluids, brushing would not have done much good, but a simple prestidigitation spell to clean himself off did help. "Hi, Selene." He said in an embarrassed tone. He tried to activate his clothing, but the rune had been disturbed too recently. "You do not happen to have a... wait, you wear a ring..." He sighed. He would just have to wait two or so minutes for the rune to recover.

Still, he took Selene's hand. "I am sorry I keep getting myself into this sort of thing." He said sheepishly.

"This time, it was Goelon's fault. He gave them breeding rights with you." Selene said as she gave his hand a light squeeze. In her strange world, it justified everyone's actions and left her unable to be angry or annoyed both at Caleldir and on Caleldir's behalf. "But I suppose it's because you're a male nymph, in part. It seems you are destined to sire the next generation of fey."

Caleldir was at something of a loss. "I... Uh..." He stammered. "Breeding rights?" He asked.

Selene turned back to the rusalka, her expression becoming haughtily annoyed. She wasn't angry about what they did to Caleldir, but there was still the issue of her brother, who stood behind her awkwardly. His armor was back on, though somewhat haphazardly. "You will not touch my brother again," the mage ordered. "That goes for myself and Ashyr as well. We are Duskhavens, not your playthings. And release the reptiles." Selene seemed absolutely certain that the evil fey would actually listen to her. She was important to Goelon, after all, and could give orders on his behalf. At least, that was her line of thought. It may or may not be founded in truth.

The two unnamed rusalka did release Tsabdrin's animal companions. There was a tense moment when one was absolutely convinced that the correct reaction was to eat one of the fey that so rudely held it down. Its mate and Tsabdrin managed to stop it just short of trying to bite her leg off.

"Breeding rights," Selene confirmed as she watched the exchange between ranger and animal companions with casual disinterest. "Like the surface custom of a family marrying off their daughters, but it's usually neither permanent nor exclusive. Males don't have much say in the matter unless they somehow gained themselves great influence or power." As was the case with Goelon, and not Caleldir, apparently. Mostly because Goelon divulged Caleldir's fetish for being forced, which also undermined any authority he might have had when it came to his own body.

"So... an Underdark thing," he muttered. That made sense. "I presume that House Consort is a similar thing, albeit more more long term?" He sighed, shaking his head. Truly an alien culture.

That done, Caleldir addressed the rusalka. "If any of you do get pregnant, it is definitely in my vested interest to make sure that the resulting children are healthy enough to replace you, so send me word. I will make sure that your pregnancies and births are as painless as possible, as incentives."

The rusalka displayed varying degrees of confusion at Caleldir's willingness to help them despite their treatment of him. But then a grin spread across Rostimira's face as she seemed to come to an understanding. Despite his protests and guilt, he must have enjoyed himself very much, and his good treatment of them was to ensure that they would come back to him. That was the only logical explanation for a group of women whose view of the world was skewed towards selfishness, masochism, and sadism.

Finally, Caleldir was able to activate his normal clothing. Mentally and physically drained, he followed Selene to the teleport circle. "Why does this sort of thing keep happening?" He complained to Selene.

"Port us back, brother." Selene ordered once they all managed to get into the circle. She was forced to press her body firmly against Caleldir, which was just fine by her. Tsabdrin readily complied, though once they appeared on the other side he looked thoroughly exhausted. "Come, we said we'd meet at Faust's quarters." The mage said, ignoring her brother's tiredness. Then she began to walk towards the rendezvous.

Stepping away from her, Caleldir took a deep breath. "Well, that is over. Remind me why Goelon thought that those creatures would be good allies?" He shook his head. "My alter-ego is a damned liability sometimes." At least Goelon vaguely tried not to do anything too evil to those close to him. Small blessings.

"They are halfway decent city protection and a means for poetic punishment." The mage responded to Caleldir's question about the rusalka. "But I think he may have just liked them. They made him realize how much he actually liked sex."

"...wait. The rusalka made Goelon realize that he liked sex?" He thought that he had heard something like that before, but he was still having trouble processing it. "I thought that he was more a prude than me at my absolute worst. Eh, perhaps that was just the spirit of the monastery." No sense angsting about it right now. No time.

"Perhaps. Now, let's meet up with our group."