A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 76: Promises

Caleldir had not yet mastered the art of denying his biology to the extent that he could refuse to ejaculate. So, he complied with Rostimira's orders. It was not really a matter of compliance though since it was not something that he could refuse to comply with. Thus, as Miloslava's core gripped at him, he came. A lot, by the feel of it. He was not sure how his balls managed to store so much seed since they never really seemed to run dry. At least, not yet. Rostimira seemed intent on getting him to shoot blanks before the day was over.

Glancing over at Rostimira and Nemanja, he noted that they seemed to be ready to move out. "So Miloslava..." he began. "Perhaps we should get back to the main chamber before the water comes?"

The silver-haired rusalka seemed to be in a bit of a daze after her climax. She panted and blinked confusedly when Caleldir spoke to her about the water coming. What water? The river beside them dwindled slightly, a detail that Miloslava noticed. Oh. The water. She scrambled up and off of Caleldir. Her hair still tangled with his limbs, but he wasn't being prevented from getting to his feet of his own volition. She looked over to the other to rusalka that had followed them up. Rostimira had already begun stepping with light, quick feet back down the shaft towards the chamber below. Nemanja stayed behind, and looked to be waiting for Caleldir and Miloslava to recover. And making sure that Caleldir couldn't slip away and cut the fun short.

"Come, I can still summon the elemental. We can out-swim the waters," Nemanja told the silver-haired fey. She waded into the water and beckoned the other two to join her.

Miloslava nodded, then entered the water as well, followed by Caleldir. Nemanja summoned a water elemental much like the one that had been summoned to catch up with Caleldir. It swelled out of the water behind them and sent them hurtling down the central stream at only a slightly better-controlled pace than they would have taken if they just let the water catch them. There was a roaring sound behind them - the sound of the tunnels being flushed. But by the time they were deposited in the water that filled one side of the mushroom-lit rusalka cavern, the flush only amounted to the stream flowing down the middle widening (various channels and magics diverted a good amount of the water). The pillows and blankets they set up didn't even get wet.

Caleldir briefly wished that he had not already burned his mind out on his one flash of cunning for swimming. If he had saved that bit of inspiration he could have used the flushing out of the systems to lead them on another merry chase. And maybe even have had escaped. That was not possible now. Instead, he was back in the main cavern.

"Welcome back," Mirjana said with a toothy smile. She reached out a pale, elegant hand to help Caleldir out of the water. Not that he needed it.

Mirjana was as friendly as ever. Her grin reminded him that rusalka occasionally ate people (probably), since those teeth were not, strictly speaking, normal human. Still, he liked her enough to take her hand.

"I lost the game," he moped. Glancing around, he looked for the other rusalka Rostimira wanted him to impregnate. The distracted white-haired one, Danica by elimination, who was at this point one of only two he had not had sex with yet (Nemanja being the other, but she was too high in the pecking order to want to be one of the pregnant ones, he assumed).

Instead of letting him go after he got out of the water, Mirjana pulled Caleldir into her body. Her hands immediately began to roam across his back and across the masculine curve of his ass as her teeth nipped lightly at his neck. 'People' weren't exactly off the menu if there wasn't much else to eat, but the crimson-haired rusalka was merely being what counted as playful for a rusalka. And she was also hogging Caleldir, much to Rostimira's annoyance.

The more he hung around with the red-headed rusalka, the more Caleldir liked her. Sure, she was not the nicest of people, but she was probably the nicest of rusalka at least.

"Ana!" the leader snapped. Her inky hair whipped out to extricate Caleldir from Mirjana's grasp. Even if Mirjana wanted to fight it, Rostimira's everything was stronger than her. So he was quickly freed from one grasp and carelessly push towards another.

"Hey!" he protested. "You could at least ask me before you turn me into an erotic marionette!"

A chorus of laughter met Caleldir's words. Since when had they ever asked his permission for anything? The very concept was incredibly amusing. Even Mirjana joined the laughter, even if she was a little annoyed that they would rip Caleldir from her grasp. She was only being very... thorough about the job Rostimira had given her.

Danica was not currently paying attention. She seemed to have found some sort of overlarge insect that survived the flush all the way into the rusalka cave. A couple of its legs were twitching on the ground, newly separated from the cockroach-looking creature. It tried to escape on its remaining limbs, but the shining white hair of his captor and torturer was having none of it. Her expression was vague - bored, even - and certainly not focused on what her leader wanted her to do.

"Danica!" this time, the short, snapping order came from Nemanja's lips. Dark blonde hair tangled with the distracted rusalka, and then pressed the other fey towards Caleldir who was likewise being moved about with Rostimira's midnight locks. The two of them would make them couple even if they had to puppet the two of them themselves.

Suddenly finding her form pressed against Caleldir, Danica looked up at him with blinking surprise. The realization of what was happening caused a slow, wicked smile to spread across her face. "Hello, handsome."

"So... this is normal for you, right?" he asked the near-albino rusalka nervously.

"Normal?" Danica asked. "Yes, this quite normal." She always seemed to find herself being forced to pay attention to her surroundings, often with a lock of hair physically turning her gaze to where it needed to be.

Seeing that Danica was now focused, none of the rusalka felt it necessary to continue to puppet either of them.

Now it was time for her own moonlight hair to do the maneuvering. A thick lock of white curled and wrapped around his neck and held him tight like a collar and leash combined. Then, without even looking to see if he was trying to follow, Danica made her way back to the impromptu bed that she had strayed from when she got distracted by the cockroach. She dragged him stumbling forward by the neck. Then her hair whipped forward to force him directly in front of her. At least she aimed to land him on the soft bed. Then her pale blue eyes studied him for a moment as she contemplated just what she wanted to do to him.

"Honestly," he grumbled, "rape-fetish aside, I am getting rather tired of all this." Ugh. There was a limit to how much of these rusalka he could take.

Another round of laughter - this time a good deal crueler - bubbled from the rusalka. He was getting rather tired of this? Well, it was too bad for him that they fully intended to use him for another couple of hours. Caleldir had promised them the whole day, after all. Even Danica joined in the laughter at that fine joke. For she shared in the delight of having a toy that very much preferred to be somewhere else. The only one who didn't laugh quite so hard was the rusalka with the crimson hair. She only chuckled briefly, then settled into the edge of the huge bed to wait her turn.

Looking up at Danica, meeting her pale blue eyes with his dark blue ones, he sighed. "Nice to meet you, Danica. I do not believe that we have been formally introduced..."

Danica lowered herself to her knees, straddling Caleldir. "No. We haven't," she responded. And that seemed to be all she was willing to say on the matter. Who needed formal introductions? Not Danica, that was certain.

She began with the rusalka usual; claws in flesh that contrasted jarringly with soft, wet pussy rubbing against cock. And then soft, wet pussy enveloping cock when his body could no longer hold back its arousal. The near albino rusalka seemed to enjoy holding him down by his neck with her hands in addition to her hair. She rolled her hips in languid enjoyment of how helpless Caleldir was to her.

"What, no kissing foreplay?" he snarked at her before she cut that off by gripping his neck a bit tighter, because she was a sadist, apparently. He was never quite sure what he was supposed to be doing in this sort of situation. If he was really, really being forced, then he would be trying to fight. Since he had agreed to this, he had no idea what to do. Besides enjoy the able way she rolled her hips.

Up closer to the sewers, the rusalka had been happy enough to simply observe. Not this time, however. Nemanja decided that she wanted a taste of the pleasure Caleldir could give. So, naturally, she gave him a taste of her womanhood. Facing Danica, she straddled his head. "Pleasure me." Despite her soft tone, it was clearly a demand. She batted Danica's hand away from Caleldir's neck to give his head room to maneuver. The pale rusalka huffed in annoyance, but she was soon too distracted with pleasure to do anything aside from bouncing on his dick.

At least Danica was not holding his neck down anymore. He started to take a deep breath - an unconscious reaction to the fact that he was not being held down - but got a huge inhalation of Nemanja's womanly musk. Well, he was about to taste it anyway...

Caleldir had always been a cunning linguist, but recently he had also gotten rather good at cunnilingus as well. So, he set busily to work with lips and tongue. If Nemanja was anything like Rostimira, she would like him not so much to tease her as to immediately try to get her to orgasm, so he dispensed with swirling around, the light slurps and long licks, and immediately went for the firm caresses against her clitoral hood.

Both rusalka rode him relentlessly until all three of them climaxed - most importantly, Caleldir inside Danica. Then both fey women rolled off of him and basked in the afterglow, careless of what happened around them. Caleldir received no such break. Sort of. It was Mirjana's turn with him again. Crimson hair and pale limbs flowed over him until her improbably beautiful face filled his vision. She was smiling softly - just a slight upturn of her lips. The rusalka pressed her body against his, and her lips went to his neck. Though her hair was around him, it did not try to hold him down.

Thus, a rotation formed. Mirjana, Miloslava, Danica. And again. And again. All the while, the other three forced him to pleasure them, too, when they felt like it. Not all of them stayed in the large bed at once, but generally, there were at least three rusalka there. Food was consumed in the rare quiet moments - usually when it was Mirjana's turn again. She was willing to let Caleldir have a little more freedom than the rest of her sisters. Otherwise, the demanding pleasure was relentless. If he was hard, someone was riding his dick. If not, they found other ways to force him to bring them to orgasm.

They mocked, clawed, bit, forced, laughed. They played with him like a sex doll marionette. They thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Since by Danica's turn Caleldir had already begun to express exhaustion with the whole affair, it was hardly shocking that he was getting very surly, drained, and exhausted long before Selene showed up. He had not had this much sex since the nymphs had captured them, but the nymphs had been much, much nicer about things that the rusalka were. The nymphs did not understand 'no', but were otherwise pretty kind and tender, and willing to give him food and rest. The worst of the nymphs had been more kind than Mirjana, who was definitely the best of the rusalka. By comparison with her sisters, he was almost in love with her.

Of course, that was only in comparison.

Caleldir also found the limits of his sexual stamina: none, really, when it came to getting hard again after a few minutes of recovery. But his balls at least were not infinite, and by the last hour, he was firing blanks, as the saying went. Also, his dick was downright sore. Much of the rest of him was too, to be honest.

The time came when the teleportation circle flared and Selene appeared. After a quick assessment of the situation, she walked with almost strutting step towards the mess the rusalka and Caleldir made of the temporary bed in the middle.

"I am here to take my mate back," the mage said in a firm tone.

Caleldir was very, very happy to see Selene. "I think I have fulfilled today's penalty for my loss," he said, gasping. With a burst of something, he extracted himself from the rusalka's clutches, magically cleansed himself, and sprinted over to Selene.

Selene was actually rather surprised that Caleldir was able to muster the strength to sprint towards her. She was also surprised that the rusalka let him go so easily. It was only that silver, red, and blonde-haired fey there with him at that point. They were looking rather bored, actually. Even they got tired after hours of sex, apparently. Not that Selene cared. She was just glad that they let him go without a fight; the pregnant drow was trying to lay off the magic for a while.

"You are the most beautiful person to me in the world right now," he said gratefully. He was still naked since his rune had been interrupted too recently for him to summon clothing, but still. He placed himself behind Selene and turned towards the rusalka. "Our game will resume when next I am in Port Afron. Probably a few months from now, but I will return."

A soft smile graced Selene's face at Caleldir's compliment. She was glad to see him as well. It was irrational, but she had worried about him all day. It wasn't like the rusalka could permanently kill him. The drow gave him a quick rub of his arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. When he slid behind her, she gave the rusalka her most haughty glare. Then, with a flourish of her skirts, she turned to follow Caleldir to the portal. In a blink, they were in the castle.

Caleldir collapsed the moment that he was out of sight of the rusalka.

The drow turned to him and pulled out a pair of loose trousers from one of her bags of holding. "I would have given you these before, but I didn't want to give the rusalka the satisfaction." She said as she handed Caleldir the garment. Selene was no stranger to the limitations of Caleldir's clothing rune. The impressive part was that she cared enough to think ahead about someone else's dignity.

"Thank you very much," he said in a deeply heartfelt tone. "It will be a few minutes before the rune works again, as I am sure that you know."

"I assume you'd like to rest before dinner?" she said as she waited for Caleldir to recover enough to stand. "I know that I'd like a nap. Even if all I did today was read."

"I would definitely like a nice long rest. Being tugged around like a sex puppet to satisfy six lustful sadists is surprisingly tiring. So I would like a bath, some sleep, and absolutely nothing sexual. At least until tonight." He said the last bit with a flicker of amusement in his tone.