A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 74: Chats

"So much better than the rusalka." Tsabdrin agreed emphatically. Not that the ladies were listening to him. A least, he assumed they weren't. Ashyr began to ride him a little harder at Althaia's urging, but his hands rose to join with the nymph's and stop their motions altogether. The female drow seemed to automatically understand Tsabdrin's urging, stopped leaning back against the headboard, and shifted her stance to a more stable one. Finally his hips were able to do what he wanted all along. He began to thrust into her.

Ashyr began to moan into Althaia's lips as Tsabdrin picked up the pace. Her moans only got louder and more insistent the faster he went. Not one to forget about their other partner, one of her hands went to Althaia's clit to hopefully bring her into the orgasm the drow would soon share. Althaia sighed into Ashyr's neck, encouraging the drow to continue.

Finally, when Tsabdrin's pace got so desperate that the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, he gave her a desperate, breathless warning that he was going to cum. She acknowledged his words with a wordless sound of approval. Then they were crashing over the edge together, Tsabdrin gripping hard at Ashyr's hips, and Ashyr clinging to Althaia.

The nymph had been keeping herself just on the edge of orgasm, so it did not take much for Ashyr's ministrations to bring her to climax. She was panting and moaning along with the drow soon enough, coming just a few short moments before they did. Then they all collapsed into a pleasurable puddle.

Ashyr always felt satisfied when she was able to bring all her partners to orgasm at roughly the same time. There was something... powerful about being able to reduce everyone to a puddle of pleasure on the bed. Or wherever it was that she and a few others got distracted and starting boning. So it was with satisfaction and a certain smugness that she fell beside Althaia and Tsabdrin. She didn't say anything, only added to the heavy pants and vague noises of pleasure that filled the room for a while.

After a few moments of rest, Althaia sat back up with a contented expression on her face. "Thank you both." She said gratefully. "This has really been a stress reliever for me."

Ashyr turned slightly to look at her. One of her hands quested outward to try to entwine her fingers with the nymph. She was already holding hands with Tsabdrin, though she didn't remember when that had happened. "It's literally our pleasure." Ashyr responded with a warm, genuine smile. "We don't have to stop yet, either, if you're not done. Tsabdrin can recover pretty fast, and we've got mouths and hands until then." This was said with a growing naughty smile. "Or we can just lie here and cuddle for a little while longer. Whatever you want."

"I think that a brief relax in the afterglow is in order for a moment." Althaia said in a satisfied tone. "But I will be ready again in a bit. First though, if you two lovers do not mind me coming between you I think that I would like to lay between you for awhile. Just enjoy the feeling of you being here..."

Althaia calling the two drow cousins 'lovers' made Ashyr let out a short burst of laughter. The very thought was ridiculous to her. Drow did not usually have 'lovers' and Ashyr only very recently admitted to having that sort of relationship with Caleldir. And Selene, of course.

"Lovers? Nah. We were partners for, like, thirty years. Oh, and we grew up together. But not lovers. That was the first time we've had sex in over a hundred years." Ashyr said with a dismissive wave of her hand - the hand that had been holding Tsabdrin's. Then she moved to the other side of Althaia and curled up comfortably close to the nymph.

"One hundred and thirty five." Came Tsabdrin's very soft response. He lay there on his back, his eyes shut, and his expression carefully neutral.

"Whatever." Ashyr said. She pressed a soft kiss against Althaia's cheek.

"It was intended more as a playful descriptor than an accurate one." She muttered. She felt bad for Tsabdrin. It was clear that he loved Ashyr. The poor fellow loved a lot of people that did not really return his feelings. Lately she had felt that the drow may even have been developing feelings for her. Which was understandable, but unfortunate. She liked him just fine, but he was not the sort she could see herself with for eternity. Unlike Caleldir, who would have been perfect if she had not started developing a different sort of feeling towards him that made sex with him seem almost wrong.

"When you even teasingly refer to drow as 'lovers' they're very likely going to laugh in your face. Or perhaps get angry. Those who admit to it, admit to a very large weak spot that can and will be exploited." Tsabdrin explained. "So keep that in mind if you ever go down to the Underdark."

"I am will keep that in mind." Althaia said gravely. "Although, if I do go down into the Underdark, I doubt that I will be associating much with those drow who would behave that way. I mean, I am a paladin, and quite obviously one at that. I can activate a Holy aura given to me by Aelsuna that hinders and discomforts those of evil mindsets just by my being near them. So, I do not think I need to worry about sparing their feelings. A paladin in the Underdark has other things to worry about. Smiting, mostly. Lots and lots of smiting."

"Eh, we can figure it all out when we come to it." Ashyr said, waving a hand as if pushing the topic away. "So I was thinking that you should spend a night alone with each of us after tonight. Even with Selene, if I can convince her. And then with R.I.S.A, after she's back up and running. I mentioned that before, but I just wondered what order you'd like us in. You're busier than we are, so I figure it's better for you to decide. Or do you need help for Hadia to figure it out?" The last part was obviously a joke. The little halfling liked to micromanage Althaia's days.

"I think that tomorrow night should be with Tsabdrin, the following with you, then Selene, then Caleldir, and then R.I.S.A." She said without hesitation. "I have given this some thought. R.I.S.A. last because she will not be available until then, you two first before Selene because you do not need to be convinced, with Ashyr second because I have known her longer, and then Caleldir after Selene because, well, it's complicated." She let out a deep breath.

"Sounds like a fine order," Ashyr commented. "And we'll still try to eat a couple meals together every day. Is there anything else you want from us before we have to go?" For whatever reason, she was starting to feel kind of bad about leaving Althaia behind. But she still felt it was necessary. And probably good for the young nymph.

"Anything else? Well, perhaps another go- oh, you were talking about before you go to the Underdark." She sighed, closing her eyes, and was silent for a little. "Not that I can think of. Only a promise that you come back, or call for me if you need me. I will miss you..."

"We'll come back for you, darling." Ashyr reassured her gently. "I can't speak for everyone, but I know I will miss you too. Our meeting was... rocky, but since then I've come to enjoy having you around." The female drow gave the paladin a rare genuine smile, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Of course I'll miss you. You've been nicer to me than anyone else has in over a century." Tsabdrin added, shooting a rather hurt look toward Ashyr.

Althaia melted into Ashyr and Tsabdrin's reassurance. She seemed rather small and vulnerable for a bit, looking like the child she was in some ways. "Thank you both." She said with conviction.

She then noted the hurt look that Tsabdrin shot Ashyr. Well, there were some issues there that they had to work out. But this was probably not the time. "Well, if you two are done being as emotional as surface elves, I have an idea for another position I have been itching to try..." And so, she steered the situation back to fleshly indulgence. The two of them could use some skinship together anyway.