A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 75: Inflitrate

"No, evil is not to be confused with stupid. Not on a personal basis. On a societal basis, Chaotic Evil usually is, Neutral Evil less so, and Lawful Evil is usually highly intelligent." Not to mention that Lawful Evil characters usually tolerated Lawful Neutral or Lawful Good types, and tended to mostly hate the various flavors of Chaotic. At least, that is how it worked for those with recognizable alignments. Few people fit snugly into one of the fifteen squares on that chart.

"True." Selene agreed. "Anyway, back to the topic of fitting in. It sounds like you do have one thing in your favor; not wanting to 'sleep around' on us. Sexual restraint is good in a man. Though I believe Ashyr would disagree. She couples with anyone she likes, and doesn't believe in holding anyone else to different standards. It is complicated in the Underdark - more complicated that she likes to believe. Males of good breeding are assets to us, but their value decreases the more they are spent. And their usefulness can be lost altogether if they give their seed to anyone who will take it."

"Once we are home, you will be expected to exclusively couple with Duskhaven females, since you will immediately claimed and advertised as our Consort if I have my way. Ashyr wants you to have a choice in that, but I think it is mandatory for your protection. I would like to have as much legal and social justification as possible if I have to destroy those who would steal you away."

"I have no issue with being House Consort. In fact, I would be honoured." He said. "I am yours, my lady. I will let Ashyr know that I am overjoyed to be given that position." Overjoyed was an exaggeration, but eh. He was happy to be House Consort. As long as... wait. "'Exclusively couple with Duskhaven females'?" He asked, puzzled. "Are there any Duskhaven Females besides you and Ashyr that I should be aware of?"

His willingness to gladly accept the position Selene wanted him to have made the drow happier than she expected. Of course she was glad that she didn't have to fight for what she already saw as her's. But it went further than that. Strangely, she was happy that he seemed happy. Weird.

"No, no others besides us two. For now. My sisters, cousins, and nieces have all been wiped out. There were fifth generation children, who are taboo but not illegal to kill, but they were all male and still alive. To my knowledge. If one of us were to have a daughter not of your seed, you would be expected to be available to them. At this point, I highly doubt that that would happen if you didn't want it to. I will not take another male, and Ashyr will not force you into it no matter what any of her young might say. I simply like to be accurate when explaining laws - that is why I say Duskhaven females." Because, while her evil nature had slipped, her Lawful one certainly hadn't.

"If Ashyr had a daughter by another man, and that daughter wanted me to fulfill my duties as consort, I would probably go along with it. If I am signing up to do this thing, I would want to be fair about it." Musings about squirming out of the rusalka contract aside, Caleldir was dedicated to doing what he had signed up to do. His qualms about the rusalka stemmed from the fact that he had not been the one to sign up. In this case he was willingly signing up, so as creepy as it would be to have sex with Ashyr's theoretical future daughters with other men, it would not be fair to them to shirk his responsibilities.

Huh. He was now thinking Lawful Neutral. Apparently he was a better actor than he had thought. "Although, I do wonder about how we plan on maintaining House Duskhaven if it is just the two of you and Tsabdrin." He mused. "Do not noble houses need more than three members?"

Selene tilted her head in thought. It was a concern, but not an insurmountable problem. "I mentioned a moment ago that there are probably a couple great grandchildren of Duskhaven running around. We will have them as well, as long as their minds haven't been too poisoned by my brothers and cousins. You are right, though; only two women could be problematic for the next hundred years. Hopefully by that time we will have more than doubled the number of adult females." Her hand went to her stomach - for obvious reasons. "The Grandmatron managed to create a whole house by herself. It took insane acts of power and intelligence for the good of drow as a whole, money, lots of allies, and the death of all but two of her daughters, but she did it. And she didn't have an extremely powerful, nigh-unkillable Consort by her side." Selene smiled at this, and leaned forward to briefly kiss him.

He laughed a little. Meeting her brief kiss, he nodded. "I suppose that will help. If nothing else we have time. Centuries of it."

A yawn came unbidden to his mouth. "So... should we rest for the night now or..." he grinned again. "Or should we try out my new drow disguise a little more thoroughly, If You Know What I Mean."

"I'm happy to answer questions about Duskhaven, by the way. You should be familiar as possible with the city before we get there. Just... Perhaps later, when you're sick of sex for a while after seeing to the rusalka." A slow, very Ashyr-like smile spread across her face. His close proximity and comfortable, open conversation had done wonders to make her forget their interruption. That, combined with his suggestion, sent warmth shooting down her spine and pooling at her nethers.

Caleldir grimaced at Selene's mention of the rusalka. "I am seldom truly sick of sex. If it is with the right person. You, for instance." He returned her naughty expression, and her arousal.

"I see, well, I think we should do a thorough inspection, make sure everything is in order." Selene agreed.

"Of course I would not dream of preventing you from carrying out this important investigation." Caleldir replied in the same tone of seriousness as Selene herself employed. "Far be from me to stand in the way of proper scientific inquiry."

"At least you can be assured that, even when I am a foot shorter, other parts of me are the same size!" Caleldir said before she pulled his tunic off. Technically, he could use the ring to make his manhood as big or small as he wanted, but he was pretty happy with what he had, so unless one of his partners requested something different, he was not going to mess with what worked.

One of Selene's elegant eyebrows rose when he declared that other parts of him remained unchanged. It was an expression that was supposed to be regal, but the corners of her lips twitched upward as if she was holding back a smile. "My worries have been assuaged." She said in a mock-serious tone. "But you will forgive me if I have to be absolutely certain that you are not mistaken." Her expression and voice managed to stay (mostly) flat and businesslike. Her cousin would have been grinning ear-to-ear and on the verge of cracking up. Whereas - even alone with him - Selene like to retain her dignity as much as possible.

"But we should start with this." The drow said as her hands slipped under his tunic and began to pull the fabric over his head. Usually, she was fond of cutting clothing to ribbons. There was something exhilarating about leaving a male naked and vulnerable without anything to cover himself with (not that that would ever be the case with Caleldir while he could access his runes, but it was fun to pretend.) That night, however, she felt more like slowly unwrapping him, savoring his new dark skin yet still familiar form.

When his tunic was off, he decided that it was time to showboat just a little. Winking roguishly, he flexed the muscles under his dark skin. His weakness was in essence rather than in body: a matter of insubstantiality rather than actual physical ineptitude. So, despite his generally unimpressive strength, his form was athletically well muscled. And nearly as flexible as Althaia's. Besides, he had a limited polymorph on himself, so theoretically he could look like whatever he wanted.

A short burst of laughter escaped Selene's mouth. For once, the noise was one of rare, genuine merriment. It was quite the change from Selene's normal laugh of at least a little derision or sadistic amusement.

"It is odd watching a male drow do that." She informed him as she worked to get her expression back under control. She couldn't quite get the shine out of her crimson eyes, though. "We do not value strength in our males. They are considered the weaker sex, after all. Normally, it's the female warriors who show off their muscles." But she ran her hands along his muscles in appreciation all the same.

Selene's laugh immensely gratified Caleldir. Although, he had forgotten how drow viewed men. Oh. Yeah. He had grown up in a culture where the opposite was, for the most part at least, the case. Strength was seen as a masculine thing. For the most part. There were exceptions, given how many races made up the Deusterran philosophy. So, he stopped trying to show off. He had been joking in the first place anyway.

After her hands slid across every easily reached surface of his torso in gentle, exploring motions, they strayed back to the front of his chest where she knew his clothing rune was. She then pressed at it hard enough to disrupt the rest of his garments. Pants were a pain to take off when she didn't much feel like getting off of his lap. That done, her hands temporarily left his body to untie her own robe. It fell away from her body, and onto the bed in a temporary puddle of shimmering, purple cloth.

At that point, Caleldir was more than ready to begin his own exploratory touching, running his fingers along her thighs, stomach, and breasts, then wrapping around her to pull her down for another kiss.

The feel of his hands brought soft noises of pleasure to her lips. Selene willingly went into his embrace, and, very unlike her brief kiss a moment ago, Selene took her time with this one. With lips and tongue she explored Caleldir's mouth, her motions in keeping with the slow, deliberate 'inspection' of his drow disguise. He didn't even seem different to her with her eyes closed. As they kissed, her hands slid around to his back to give it the same treatment as his chest.

Only when it got too stuffy to breathe through her nose did Selene finally pull away slightly from the embrace. Her crimson eyes often seemed to have their own wickedness from their color alone. But as she looked down at Caleldir, they were only lidded with arousal and soft with affection. They could even be described as loving, if such an emotion could be attributed to Selene.

"Why do I like this just as much as taking you by force?" The drow wondered aloud through slightly panting breath. This was certainly now how she used to let males be with her. She was letting him touch her, kiss her without her clearly expressed permission. She wasn't ordering him around in the slightest bit. She had sort of let the same thing happen with Goelon, too. It was like... like they were coupling as equals. Like she was with Ashyr or something. Ashyr wasn't even here to convince her to act like this. What in the abyss was wrong with her?

Instead of watching his expression for a reply - she heard him softly gasp, and wasn't sure she even wanted him to acknowledge her words - she leaned forward against him again. Selene did not aim for his lips, however. She went to his neck. Soft, wet lips slowly pressed against him in a line that drew up towards his ear. Meanwhile, finally sort of in keeping with her more usual tastes, her hands flexed to draw fingernails down his back. Though it was certainly not enough to break through his resistant skin, it would contrast with what she did with her mouth.

"I love it when you take me by force." Caleldir admitted, then went on to try to explain what she was going through in a way that she wouldn't hate. He figured that she was rather confused. "But you also want to feel wanted. When I cooperate like this, willingly and as almost an equal rather than a slave, you feel a different sort of power. Not the power of taking someone regardless of their will, but the heady power of having that will be for you. When I am forced, my body belongs to those forcing me. When I meet you head on like this..." He squeezed her to his chest and gave her neck a kiss, "I belong to you body, mind, and soul. I am more yours now than ever I was when you first took my body back then. For an unwilling slave will run, and a willing slave will resist being freed."

Leaning so that he could whisper into her ear, he breathed his next words. "And I am your willing slave, Selene." Pressed so close to him, Caleldir could feel Selene's shudder of pleasure when he whispered those intoxicating words in her ear.

He was her willing slave. His explanation had made things a little less confusing. She could accept that her enjoyment was due to her greater domination of him, and not... Well, not the other thing that was scary and dangerous where they were going.

"Well then, I should have gotten myself a willing slave a long time ago." She responded as she finally pulled back to look at his face. A haughty look twitched across her face. "Then again, no one had been worthy of it before."

Oddly, that admission sent trills through him. "I am truly honored." He said solemnly.

Then her features softened again as she looked into his eyes. She made a decision then, one that she very rarely made.

Selene dismounted Caleldir and stretched out next to him. Ashyr probably just would have rolled him over with her at that point, but Selene was neither as muscled nor athletic as her cousin was. Instead, her left hand pulled at his arm gently, urging him to get on top of her. Her right hand went between her legs to gently rub her aroused flesh. "Come. Give yourself to me." She ordered softly. Then her legs spread to display her wet pussy, inviting him to slip in between them and into her.

He felt his heart melt. "Of course, my lady." He replied, putting one arm next to her head to steady himself, and using the other hand to guide himself inside her. Which he did in a slow, smooth movement. Once he was fully inside, he kept eye contact with her as he began to slowly pull out, then push back in. Later he would increase speed, but for now he would savor the new emotions.

Her full lips parted to let out a pleased gasp. That sound was followed up by a low moan as he fully impaled her. Despite a hundred years of sex, despite motherhood, Selene's core was a perfect combination of tight and silken. Her hand moved from her pussy to let him do all the work of bringing her pleasure. That freed hand went to his side and back to resume drawing fingernails as his dark flesh. Then her fingers were simply caressing him, before going back to her nails.

Meanwhile, as his crimson eyes locked with hers, she unconsciously reached out with her newly found powers her headband-form staff gave her. Her mind, at the moment a warm place filled with absolute comfort, trust, and pleasure, brushed against his.

Selene's mind stroked at the psionic centers in his brain, the dark corners where Goelon lurked. For a moment, the ghost recoiled against her invasion, but Caleldir opened himself up to her so much that the feeble resistance of a personality now passive was insufficient. It was heady, the mingling of minds, the two of them fused to such an extent that it become slightly difficult to tell where the pleasure of one ended and the other began.

It was only when Caleldir opened his mind to her that Selene properly realized the connection she subconsciously sought. There was a brief moment of vague surprise, and the impression of one word: oops. After that passed, she didn't try to take back what she had done. It was sort of fascinating, really, and something that she had been briefly curious about a while back when she first discovered the staff's new power. Clearly, her mind has latched onto it more firmly than she realized. Goelon's presence made Caleldir not quite the perfect test subject for this. Ashyr would have been- Selene halted that train of thought; she was getting distracted, which defeated the purpose of the experiment they were apparently a part of now.

With her encouraging squeezing, Caleldir forged onwards, thrusting down into her with a gentle but potent force. He could feel her first orgasm beginning, as much from feeling it himself as from the way her pussy shuddered against his shaft, and only increased what he was doing.

She focused on his pleasure, and on hers. Her's was far more pressing at the moment, since her sensitive body was already responding enthusiastically. The first orgasm was only a light flutter of her core, a brief moment of slightly stronger pleasure than she was feeling during the entire time he pumped into her. Appreciation that she would never mention aloud fluttered across her thoughts. Then she was back to concentrating on the second, stronger orgasm.

Leaning down, he began kissing her neck while he thrust through her first orgasm, continuing until he began to feel his own release coming soon. With that, he gripped her tightly and forced himself into her as far as possible, sending the potent load of his last few days of chastity into her.

An almost pained expression crossed her face. Her brow furrowed, and her teeth caught on her bottom lip. She did not feel pain, however. It was intense pleasure. It was the desperation of the both of them being so close after so long. Then lips parted in a gasp, and her body arched into his. Her arms simply wrapped around his back and clung to him tight. Not that she registered what her body was doing beyond the explosion of pleasure that began at her core and spread throughout her entire body.

Then, feelings of connection and warmth and belonging that she never quite felt before. But their coupling was at an end, so she began to withdraw her mind.

It was an agonizing relief to be in her own head again when she finally disconnected with Caleldir in mind and body. Agonizing, because it seemed cold and lonely in her own head. A relief because for a second she was afraid that they had connected too deeply, and their minds may never be their own again. That did not turn out to be a problem, and she didn't know if that made her relieved or regretful. It had certainly been the most amazing experience she'd ever been a part of. Amazing and disturbing.

Caleldir pulled off of her and lay on the bed beside, breathing heavily. "That was... amazing." He admitted. "Selene, I know that hearing this will likely panic you, but I must say it all the same. I love you dearly."

She didn't quite panic when he said that she would likely do so, but her heartbeat sped and a frown twitched across her face. And then those words. He loved her dearly. The drow was fully prepared to experience a total freak out and... well, no. She felt fine. She wasn't even surprised. She currently had his cum leaking out of her - waved away with a quick gesture - after she had let him have complete control of the sexual situation in which they mind melded in the most intimate act of Selene's life. Somehow, freaking out about words that she subconsciously knew already seemed excessively dramatic after all that had happened.

Still lying on her back beside him, her head turned to search his expression. She did not experience panic from his words, but expecting her to return them was a little bit much (no matter how true they might have been.) "Do not let that compromise our mission." Selene told him softly. Then she sighed, and looked back up to the ceiling. "It is not the worst thing a Consort could feel towards the women of his house. But let us sleep. We can figure this out when we're not so tired." She concluded as if this was a problem they had to solve and not the profession of happy news.