A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 85: Insight

The first thing Ashyr noticed was that the room smelled of mold. Everything here was very orderly despite it being old and worn; Solerin had apparently not forgotten any of his domestic talents. He stepped away from her and moved into a slightly defensive stance the moment they were alone. He pulled his hood down, revealing the full extent of his achingly pretty visage, marred somewhat by a harsh, tired, paranoid expression. She wanted to laugh at the defensive stance he took. As if he could do anything to stop her if she wanted to kill or rape him. Luckily for him, she was here to do neither. She refrained from showing her amusement, however, aside from the smirk that she could never quite keep away from her mouth.

"I checked. This room is mostly soundproof, due to being dug out of stone and too unimportant to carve listening functions into it. You can talk freely. So, you have found me, agent. I repeat my question: are you from Duskhaven?"

All things considered, she felt that this would be a harmless, amusing detour. And, hey, if Solerin had been hanging around these dumps for a while with the common people, he might know what they were up to! Then again, none of them would be fooled by his disguise. Ashyr mentally shook away her weak justifications of why she needed to help Solerin and focused on the scene in front of her.

"Don't worry, handsome. I am from Duskhaven. You might even call me Matron, though technically that title goes to my toddler sister at the moment." She dropped her voice to a whisper, just in case, before she continued. "It's me, Solerin. It's Ashyr. I'd drop my disguise, but it's best that people don't know I'm here yet. Don't worry; I'll pay you for your silence and all that." Because she wasn't going to trust some ex-lay to keep her secret without incentive. This was the Underdark. "I ask again; what are you doing here?"

Solerin let out a long, relieved breath when the woman confirmed that she was from Duskhaven, then looked positively joyous when she said that she was Ashyr. That smirk on her face... He almost crumpled, sitting back down on his bed. "It really is you, then," he said with deep relief. "And Matron, now? Or rightfully the Matron. Lolth's fangs, it seems as if the rumors about House Duskhaven are true. There was a rebellion. I hoped that that was not the case."

Drawing a deep breath, Solerin let flow a torrent of information. House Gallaer destroyed, no survivors but him. His daughters all killed, his sons sent to die. Almost certainly dead. House Zolyth, furious at him, was hunting him down with the goal of killing him. He was on the run, trying not to draw their attention. He had no other friends or contacts alive. Last ditch hope: see if Ashyr Duskhaven, one of the only women who were not his daughters that had ever been kind to him, would be willing to hide him on her estate.

"So, no I do not need any pay to keep quiet," he said miserably. "Who would I even tell? Oh, Ashyr, I am a dead man. Not three weeks ago I would've approached you as an equal, trying to play the Game to manipulate you into saving me. But not anymore. After all that, all this..." The man let out a choked sigh. "I should probably just slit my throat," he said sadly, realizing that he had just broken down completely. Yes, he was a dead man. He drew his dagger. "If you consent to protect me, I will be your slave," he finished. "For at this point, my only other option is finding work in the seediest brothel I can find. And, frankly, this dagger seems a preferable option to that, or whatever Zolyth has planned for me."

His words made the grin on her face fade to complete seriousness. It seemed that things were worse for him than they ever were for her. At least Ashyr had people to turn to. She didn't have to endure weeks of whoring herself out and wondering if it was even worth it to live. By the end of his speech, Ashyr was ready to do everything that she could to help him -- even more so than she was before if that was possible. Apparently, sometime while she was on the surface, she had grown a heart. And she knew just who to blame for that.

The ranger laid a hand lightly on Solerin's hand that held his dagger. She gently pulled it out of her way - removing it from his grip -- so she could kneel straddled over his legs, facing him. "You don't have to resort to any of those things. I accept your offer; I will keep you and protect you from Zolyth."

The smirk came back, though it was colored slightly by pity. Her hand came up to grasp his chin and force him to look into her chestnut-flecked crimson eyes. "You're lucky you're so pretty, you know. Oh, and that you mentioned those rumors about Duskhaven. What are they saying about my house on the streets?" She wasn't going to mention that she would have helped him even if he didn't know any rumors, and, quite possibly, even if he wasn't so pretty.

Solerin relaxed. Tension had been building in his body ever since he realized that he had broken down. He had shown weakness. She was supposed to mock and ruin him. Why was she being nice? But now he knew her angle. She still wanted to have sex with him and needed information. It was not simply out of that foreign surface disease called empathy. That made him feel better.

"The word in the inns and taverns is that there was a fight among the Duskhaven, and Lolth cursed the House. Rumors range from 'Phaerdra is dead and there is a struggle to name her successor' all the way to 'everyone is dead but a few males and a female toddler.' They say that the men have gone mad and are plotting rebellion against the Valsharess. They say that the Priesthood found that there was Ellistraea worship going on, and ordered the House cleansed of the heretics who dared to venerate the rebellious daughter over her Divine Mother. Most agree that House Duskhaven is in disarray, but some of the tales of demons roaming the building and some ancient Green Dragon making her lair in the manor are highly improbable. I cannot tell you much more than that."

"Everyone is dead, except for some males and a little girl," Ashyr said, clearing up some of the confusion. She wasn't prepared to tell him exactly why this was. Ashyr was only giving him information that she understood most from the noble class knew about. "Duagmyr is acting as official 'Matron' until my little sister, the girl, comes of age. I am presumed to be dead or a deserter. Obviously, that isn't the case. But I don't want people to know that I'm here yet. Not until I'm in a position to declare myself as Matron. It isn't safe to go back home, you see. Duagmyr would not enjoy giving up his position, and there are more on his side than there are on mine. I wouldn't survive very long."

"So, the bloodiest of the rumors are the closest to accuracy." Solerin sighed."I suppose that would have to be the case for you to legally be the Matron. But Duagmyr is playing at Matron now? No wonder your kinsmen have been playing coy with me for almost two weeks. They probably assumed I was a spy for another noble house and were paranoid that I would discover their schemes." It was a surprise that they had not had them killed. Or perhaps tried to convert him to their plots.

The ranger let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. Her hand almost unconsciously slipped into his ragged clothing to caress the skin beneath. "I tell you all this because, as my slave, you need to know what you just got yourself into. You're not all that much safer with me than you are here in this really shit hotel."

"If you are in hiding and plotting rebellion, how can I help?" he asked.

A grin spread across her face. She forced him to lie back with her superior strength and training, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of his head. Her partially loose wavy platinum hair spilled out around her head to form a light curtain around her dark face. She nipped playfully at his lower lip. "You can provide some entertainment to start. At least with me, there will be a chance for you to be safe. Eventually. Can't say as much about this shithole."

Really? Here? In all this damp and mold? Well, she was nicer and more alluring, even in disguise, than his last few partners, female or male. And he had long harbored a soft spot for the woman who had so ably seduced him and convinced him to ignore his duties and obligations. Even if that decision had contributed so very much to his current doom.

So, Solerin let out a husky groan as she ran her hands across him. But the once-consort was far more passive than even a resistant, stubborn surfacer, and did not return her caresses. Not until she made it clear she wanted him to.

"You mentioned 'rebellion' earlier. I'm not sure 'rebellion' is the right word for it," Ashyr said. She sat up, conscious of that fact that her pussy was against his dick only a couple of mere layers of clothing away from touching skin-to-skin. That was an arousing thought. What wasn't so arousing was his complete passiveness. "They're the ones rebelling. We're just... stopping them, and returning the rightful order of things. With a couple of improvements, of course." It wouldn't be a drow scheme if there weren't plans for improvement. Usually, though, that meant money and/or power, and definitely not changes for the greater good.

"I was kidding about you being entertainment. We just need someone to help Sornamal around the house. I think you may be the most trustworthy person to do so. You risk revealing yourself if you reveal us. And, of course, I'll kill you if Zolyth doesn't beat us to the punch. Oh, and if Sornamal doesn't get to you before that. I bet he could turn you into a fine pink mist if he wanted. So yeah, betraying us is the second worst thing you could do for your own personal safety. Right after letting me seduce you." This was said with an amused grin, of all things. Despite all the shit that went down because of it, Solerin had been fun to seduce.

While she spoke, her hips began to shift and rub her womanhood against his cock, though the two were still separated by their clothing (well, technically just his, because her clothing could be dismissed by a thought.) Ashyr didn't even realize she was doing it. In this position, with a person between her legs, it was an instinctual, automatic action.

"I know better than to betray you, Ashyr. You are my last hope of hiding from House Zolyth without having to join a whorehouse or run to the surface. Threats of the old Arcanist turning my useless self into pink mist are redundant: I have no choice but to side with you." If her brothers' had been inclined to bring him into their plot, he probably would already have been in it. So, no siding with them. Unless they looked like they were going to win. Probably not, a male rebellion was a nice thought, but it seemed doomed to failure. Although, she was right. Letting her seduce him that first time had been a terrible decision.

Of course, having made that bed, he might as well lie in it. Ashyr's hip-shifting swiftly had the expected physiological result: Solerin got an erection. He also became more aroused on a mental level as well as the physical, his revulsion for this room disappearing in his awakening sexual desire. Solerin wondered if he should try anything. He was scared of Ashyr, after all, but then again he remembered that she liked her lovers to a bit more active than most of the women of Zolyth preferred. So, hesitatingly, he put a hand out to her thigh and ran it up her hip all the way to the side of her breast. Not the boldest, most forward move, but he was still quite nervous about this.

Ashyr took hold of that hand. Then she forced it over and around until he was cupping her breast. As she did this, she let her clothing slowly disappear until he was touching her naked flesh, grinning naughtily the whole time.

Solerin had not expected Ashyr's clothing to simply melt away like that. His red-lilac eyes opened very wide indeed, and his breath caught in his throat. "When did you learn to do that?" He asked, staring at Ashyr with appreciative eyes. Even in her disguise, she was beautiful. Not so much as she was in her real body, of course, but her sleek feminine form was preferable to the actual commoner women he had been bedding with on occasion on this trip, and definitely preferable to the males he had reluctantly been with.

The female drow's silver eyebrows waggled up and down, and she brought a finger to her lips to indicate that the trick she had just used to melt her clothing away was a secret. A secret that she wasn't going to tell Solerin. A woman needed to have some mystery about her, after all. The fewer people who knew about her ring the better. She didn't want it taken away; that thing was one of her favorite possessions. She also didn't want people getting ideas about chopping off her hand or something to steal it and/or force her to be naked. So secret she would keep it.

"Touch me, Solerin. I know you want to," she whispered to him in her sexiest voice. Ashyr sort of wished that she could be in her true form. He'd probably be so much more into this if she looked like the noble drow that she was. But, alas, she still needed the disguise. After this was over, and she dropped him off at their temporary hideout, she needed to go right back out and finish her mission. There was that sister of hers she still needed to pick up.

But first...

The ranger let the ex-consort (and current slave) do as he wished with his hands. She wanted her own hands to run along his flesh. Her dexterous fingers began to pull away the clothing from his body to reveal his dark, perfectly bred form. All this while, he played with her breasts, palming them, cupping them, stroking her nipples with his thumbs. When he was naked from the waist up, her body slid down until her face was level with his trousers. His hands trailed from her chest to her shoulders and back. Almost delicately she untied the front and pulled his turgidness to stand attention next to her face. Her eyes flicked up to his as she stuck her tongue out and ran it along his length. His movements immediately became a tad erratic.

"You look so pretty like this. Maybe I should make you walk around the house in such a state of undress. It would certainly improve moral for me and my allies." She was definitely teasing there; only she and Selene would appreciate the pretty Solerin. And Maybe R.I.S.A, if she ever felt comfortable with letting them meet. But she wanted to see the look on his face when she made the suggestion.

Solerin looked a bit mortified, but his dick twitched all the same - as if that part of him liked the idea even if the rest of him found it distasteful. "Please, mistress, do not put quite that much dishonor on my fallen House."

"I don't know... it almost seems like you would enjoy that... walking through the halls and enticing all the women to ravage you whenever they see you... I don't know if we could help ourselves with such a pretty male." More teasing, this time followed by her lips closing around the head of his cock, and her tongue swirling circles around the smooth, sensitive skin.

Even though, once more, his manhood seemed to burn with desire at the thought of what Ashyr was suggesting, Solerin still looked genuinely worried about Ashyr's threat, teasing though it was. "I think you might be thinking of another male that likes that sort of thing." He said slightly dryly. Or as close to that tone as he could come with his dick in her mouth.

Ashyr could have continued to tease Solerin all night. But she didn't have a great deal of time to kill, not when her sister and cousins were trapped with her probably abusive brothers. So she lifted her mouth from his manhood, sucking as she went so that there was a dull 'pop' when his cockhead was free from her lips. Then she moved back up to straddle his hips. Her hand went between her legs to guide his cock into her entrance. Between the wetness of her saliva and her arousal, he stretched her pussy and entered her smoothly. It caused Ashyr to let out a happy groan. She didn't wait too long after that to ride him with smooth, practiced motions that made his dick move inside her with deep, firm strokes.

Disguise or not, the body language was all Ashyr. That much was decidedly certain. She managed to make everything seem like a naughty secret. Then again, a technique where she could melt away her own clothing on a whim was rather a naughty secret by itself. Solerin was not complaining, certainly.

Since Ashyr had made her intentions clear on this, and he remembered that she did not like her partners just lying there, he met her descending hips with an upward thirst of his own, until her entire weight was on him, that was. After that, one of his hands went to her thigh while the other to her clit, rubbing the juncture of their sexes to add that much more pleasure. His breathing was as deep as her strokes.

Ashyr definitely seemed to appreciate Solerin's initiative with rubbing his hands over her and stimulating her clit as she fucked him. She let out soft, pleased noises through her grinning mouth, and her eyes fluttered closed now and again. This was nice. She enjoyed meeting people off the streets and fucking them, even if she had to make it quick. And, secretly, she enjoyed making the male who looked so sad and lost moments before feel a little bit better.

Solerin had been abstaining from sex for a few days now, so it was not too very long before his groans were that of a man trying to stave off orgasm for the sake of his partner. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asked gaspingly. He was her slave now, after all, and he was not sure that she would want to take the risk of possibly getting pregnant from him.

It was a good question, actually. She was used to being with Caleldir during the past week and was used to not worrying so much if he came inside her. If she got pregnant, then, well, it would have been a little sooner than she would have liked, but she did plan on catching from him some time in the near(ish) future. It would be nice if his child was her first. It would not be nice if she accidentally caught from Solerin.

"Not inside me," she responded breathlessly. "Hold it a little longer, or I really will make you walk around with your dick out." That was not an idle, teasing threat. Ashyr's hand replaced Solerin's at her clit, where she furiously rubbed herself even as she fucked him.

Having been a Consort to House Zolyth for nigh on two centuries, Solerin was well able to hold himself back on command and understood quite well why it would necessary. After all, Ashyr was Matron now, and could not be going and getting pregnant from some runaway ex-consort of a dead, disgraced house.

More importantly, Ashyr's threat was a pretty severe one. He owed it to his now dead family not to fall quite so far as to be running around Duskhaven Manor or Sornamal's Estate in the nude.

So, Solerin gripped the bedcovers and gritted his teeth, and held back his orgasm until Ashyr could ride and rub herself to completion.

It only took a little bit more for her to achieve climax. When she did, she went against her instinctual reaction of sitting on him so that his dick would be as far inside her as it would go and instead got off of him entirely.

Then, even as her body still pulsed with pleasure, her hand replaced her pussy to quickly stroke him for as long as it took for him to cum as well.

Now, some of the women he had been with would have been done at that point, leaving him unsatisfied or to try to get himself to climax, but Ashyr was a much kinder mistress. Solerin greeted her surprisingly soft, unsurprisingly skillful, hands with a grateful moan, and it was not long before he was shooting out his seed with a soft cry.

Ashyr gave him a toothy grin when she felt his cock begin to pulse in her hands and splash pearly cum on his dark abdomen and dribble over onto her hand. All the while she got to watch him experience the throes of pleasure. It was quite the pretty sight for such a seedy, moldy inn.