A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 81: A Home

The Butler bowed elegantly. "I will be pleased to lead the Mistresses and Master to their quarters," he said politely. "In the future, Lady R.I.S.A. will install in-house teleport spots, but for now walking will have to do." The Butler led them to the room that they had slept in last night, and stepped out, bowing again. "If you have need of me or one of the maids, ring the bell. Lady R.I.S.A. would normally be able to summon us if you simply called, but she is in self reprogramming mode right now." And with that, the butler was gone.

Selene and Ashyr went straight to the bed. As soon as they sat upon the soft surface, their clothes melted off. Caleldir quickly let his clothes fall off as well. Ashyr knew her cousin well and knew what Selene most wanted to do first. As Selene was the elegant noble pregnant (with her mate's child!) drow, Ashyr tended towards wanting to pamper her (now that she wasn't galavanting across Port Afron.) So Ashyr sat on the bed and pulled Selene towards her from behind. Then her strong, dexterous hands began rubbing Selene's back, much to the younger drow's satisfaction.

"You want to get her feet, love, or do you want my place?" Ashyr asked Caleldir, that nigh-ever-present grin on her lips. She didn't care where she was, as long as she got to run her hands across Selene's dark, soft flesh.

"The feet and legs will work for now. But! Let me put a slight enchantment on your hands. Work some invigorating and healing magic into both our touches. I have been working on such a spell." And so, he enchanted his own and Ashyr's hands and set to work on kneading the stress out of Selene's lower body.

The goal of the little cantrip-y enchantment that Caleldir had worked out was simply to apply a minor healing spell directly to sore areas to relieve some of the deleterious effects of a mage's pregnancy (overuse of magic while gestating was known to cause the baby to mature faster in the womb, putting even more strain on the body than normal). By Selene's reaction to his experimental cantrip, it was enormously effective. Which pleased him greatly.

With the combined healing touches of both her lovers across nearly her entire body, Selene was quickly turned into a metaphorical puddle of pleasure. Selene leaned back against Ashyr with lidded eyes, turned her head towards her, and initiated a deep, lazy kiss. This caused Ashyr to 'forget' that she was supposed to be massaging the other drow. The ranger's hands began to roam across her flesh with decidedly naughty intent. They first went to Selene's breasts to gently, delicately squeeze and knead the soft flesh. The mage responded to that with a deeply pleased groan. That healing spell Caleldir put on Ashyr's hands felt amazing. Then one of Ashyr's hand strayed south, which caused Selene to spread her legs to allow Ashyr access and to openly display her increasingly wet sex to Caleldir.

Once she felt that Ashyr had been thoroughly kissed, Selene looked away from her cousin and towards Caleldir. Her arm lifted to wordlessly beckon him forward.

Both of the drow were too comfortable and distracted to notice a certain solid and very naked A.I. slip into the doorway across the room. Not just materialize, but physically open the door, literally tip-toe into the room, and shut the door softly behind her. She did not move into the room any farther, only watched in rapt attention to what the threesome was doing.

Caleldir moved forward just a bit and ran one hand sensuously up Selene's leg while the other went to Ashyr's body to rub at her breast. He did not notice the solid A.I. either. Nor did he notice the other A.I. floating through the walls on the opposite side of the room, also watching with interest.

Selene bit her still-wet lip even while her mouth turned upward in a sensual, happy smile. Her hand lifted to gently caress his chin and then pulled his face into a kiss very much like the one she and Ashyr just shared. Her other hand began to run down his chest and enjoy the feel of his bare flesh. The mage made another soft sound of pleasure when she felt Ashyr's lips fall to her neck to suck, lick, and nip playfully.

Still, they didn't notice the iterations of R.I.S.A. appearing in their unique ways.

Speaking of, Risa continued to stare as indecision seemed to plague her thoughts. It was a beautiful scene for the three lovers. Even if it was a common enough occurrence, it almost seemed a shame to interrupt. But it felt like so long since she was able to be with her Master Librarian. She needed him. So, almost in a dreamlike state, she began to walk forward in a rolling gait that dripped with sexuality and made her seem that much more a creature of pleasure. Risa wasn't even doing it on purpose.

She neither saw nor expected her 'other self' to be there as well. She was just as focused and just as oblivious as the drow and Caleldir.

R.I.S.A. watched the sensual scene with growing lust, internally doing the A.I. equivalent of licking her lips. Her avatar vibrated slightly with static as she wondered if she should go over there and join them. Then, something across the room caught her eye: she did, to be exact. R.I.S.A.'s expression went blank, and she did a systems analysis on herself.

Oh no. Subroutine: Risa was out of control. Again.

Not that that was surprising: R.I.S.A. had designed her subroutine to try to push the majority of her succubized coding into one area to keep the rest of her systems operating without that sort of distraction, and that subroutine had been designed to be less controllable. She had definitely enjoyed all the times she had allowed herself to be Risa, the memories of that first night with the Master Librarian... it still sent shivers through her code. She replayed it constantly. Still, she had hoped that allowing herself an out for her lusts would increase the processing efficiency of her other programs. In hindsight, that had not worked. Her main program was almost as lust-filled and libidinous as before despite the successful creation of a fully succubized subroutine of herself.

And now, that subroutine had broken off. She would rejoin the programming later, and be able to replay through the memory storage on the program to fully experience everything she did, but for now, she was really cut off. Her libido had almost literally taken on a mind of its own. Except without reducing her libido. A fascinating development. R.I.S.A. licked her lips - not internally this time, literally - and watched her subroutine walk forward with that sensual gait. By Eternity, she was sexy. R.I.S.A. was of a mind to just watch what Risa got up to with those three before she suddenly had an idea: this was her opportunity to have sex with herself. Now, she could always create multiple avatars and make them do it, and had a lot during her centuries of lonely boredom, when she was not instead summoning nymphs, satyrs, and succubi and what not to indulge herself, but that was different. And completely unsatisfying. But this... well, she had theorized that a feedback loop could be created, provided there were other sources of power within that loop to drain off of...

Mind racing with the possibilities, lust for Caleldir and Ashyr, and a slightly narcissistic lust for herself, to be honest, R.I.S.A. concentrated all spare power into her main avatar, making it as material illusorily as Risa actually was. For Risa was actually a biological being. How she had done that, R.I.S.A. was not sure. But seeing herself in the literal flesh, R.I.S.A. needed to experiment.

Caleldir met Selene's kiss with tender, but potent excitement. So much so that he did not notice the two A.I.s approaching the bed until they were only a few feet away. Then, he looked up to see Risa sashaying over to him, and gave her a smile, gesturing her to the bed with his eyes. Then, he saw R.I.S.A. floating towards the bed as well, and his expression was replaced by shock. But... but... how...

While they were not playing any attention at all to their surroundings, the drow were paying enormous attention to both each other and to Caleldir. When his expression changed from what they were used to when they were in bed with one another into one of shock, they both turned their gazes to what he was looking at. It was a who, for one thing, and two of... one of... them? Both drow froze where they were. Selene furrowed her brow, then opened her mouth to say something before saying exactly nothing and closing it again. Ashyr displayed her confusion by just staring between them with a blank expression.