A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 92: Found

A number of objections popped into Caleldir's mind, including such things as 'what would we even do with more than a hundred children?', but he decided not to mention them just yet. Instead, he gave Selene a light, grateful kiss. "Thank you, dear Selene. Thank you." Mostly for being so shamelessly partisan for him. However impractical.

Her mouth turned downward into a surly frown for a moment. She looked him in the eye and firmly stated, "You and yours are mine. Mine and Ashyr's. I only wish to enforce that." It was only partially true, but it was as much truth as she was willing to admit to herself.

Caleldir's eyes twinkled. In amusement, or because there were tears in them it was not certain. But no matter. He smiled slightly, squeezing her just a bit tighter for a moment. "I know, I know. So, you have me back. Sort of. Jhul'une still has the legal rights to me. Technically."

A huff of annoyance. "Perhaps we should have you tattooed. 'Duskhaven Property: Kidnapping Prohibited.'" Then people like Jhul can't receive you as a birthday present and get us all into another mess like this.

Caleldir slipped back to moroseness. "Yeah, that is not going to work," he said glumly. "Kidnappers will not be deterred. Infuriatingly." He shook his head, then perked up. A hand slipped inside Selene's robes to caress the skin on her back. "Let us just forget about that now. I am sorry I brought it up."

She sighed. It felt wonderful to be touched by him again. Still, thoughts of his offspring didn't quite leave her mind. She was far too conscious of the one who she was currently carrying. "I would have brought it up if you hadn't," she said unhappily. "I just can't get over..." Her hand strayed to her stomach as she trailed off.

"She will have a lot more siblings than I intended," Caleldir said gloomily. His hands stopped their caresses as he responded to her. "But she will always be the firstborn. And superior to the others, unless all the women start lining up for me to do prenatal genetic manipulation on their children. So... there is that. She is still going to be quite unique. But the others..." He shook his head. "I still cannot process that all that was real, that it actually happened. I... I do not know what to think."

"They aren't allowed any genetic manipulation," Selene said grumpily. "Not if we don't get to keep them for ourselves. Maybe, if Risa's plans for selling wood work out, we can just buy your offspring off of their mothers. Many would be willing to sell for the right price. Knowing my people." As she spoke, Selene shifted closer to Caleldir. Her own hands slipped into his robes to caress him. Being in his presence was calming despite the news that came with him.

"That is not a bad idea," Caleldir mused. "Make money off of the wood and promise to buy the children that the mothers do not want. The mothers who do want the children will keep them, those that do not would prefer money to simply offing them." He relaxed a bit, leaning up into Selene's touch a little. "Also, some of those involved were slaves ordered to. Those women we could just purchase once we put Jhul'une in power. She may be willing to give us a good deal."

"And in fifty years, we will not lack in house strength. Our numbers alone... we could have an army to take the entire world. The glory of Duskhaven will be known everywhere." That was quite a potent bright side to the situation.

A grin at this. "The bright side, eh?" He said with amusement. "And I am sure Althaia and her army of nymphs will be happy to participate. We will have to move to purchase the children quickly before their actual power is realized."

Selene scoffed. Althaia will be overjoyed, given the plans she communicated. Feeling finally a bit better, Selene leaned ever closer until her lips pressed briefly against his neck. "I missed you..." she said in a small voice that was dangerously close to sounding vulnerable.

Caleldir softened (mostly) a bit as Selene spoke in that small voice. "I missed you too," he said in that same soft tone. "Very much."

She pressed her lips to his neck again, this time leaning forward to encourage Caleldir to lie back. "For now... I must have you. Get that stench of other drow off of you." Proverbial stench. The smell had been magicked away a while ago.

"I cannot argue with that logic," he murmured, leaning back as Selene coaxed him to.

"Good," Selene responded. Then she began to pull his robes off of him by hand.

Although he could have simply magicked away his robes, Caleldir decided that he would rather have her remove them bit by bit, allowing her to do as she pleased. This sort of soft loving was exactly what he needed right now, sliding his own hands along her body from her cheeks to her thighs and back, all along her dark flesh to her pale hair.

When they were both naked, her hands began to rove more freely across his flesh. She leaned forward and began to kiss him much more tenderly than before. And, while she did that, she finally -finally- moved her hips to impale herself onto him. Slowly. Relishing in the feeling of being filled by her Caleldir once more.

He sighed, a much more happy sound this time, and looked her right in the eyes, and smiled lovingly. He said nothing.

A soft smile heavily laced with pleasure also twitched across Selene's lip,. Slowly she began shifting up and down on him, eyes locked on his. It was much easier to do when he wasn't so much taller than she was. With their eyes locking, again her mind brushed against his. She wasn't able to say the words out loud, but she could envelop his consciousness with her love for him, making it nothing like the violations he had gone through those hours before.

He shifted himself against her slow movements, meeting her gaze and accepting that psionic embrace. Then he closed his eyes to fall deeper into the feeling. This was infinitely better. Infinitely. Enough so that he decided not to resist his coming orgasm to draw it out, but merely relaxed, soon letting out a deep sigh and shuddering subtly against her as he came.

It wasn't even necessary for Caleldir to hold himself back. Selene was quick to feel her own oncoming orgasm. Or perhaps she was quick to feel his. Either way, as he came inside her, she came around him. They were in their own space together, basking in each other's pleasure. Even after it was all over, Selene did not sever the connection. Not until she fell asleep and let her mind relax and revert to its more natural state of separation.

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Tsabdrin had rolled his eyes at his sister when he got the mental message that he should find Solerin for their new guest's use. Not that he was entirely surprised. His sister had gotten... softer since she had met and caught from Caleldir, but that didn't change the fact that she was drow. There were some customs, some lack of care for others' bodies -- especially males -- that she would probably never get rid of. It was a fact of life, something that his brothers and cousins were trying to fight against. Tsabdrin was fighting, too, in his own way. Ashyr would bring change, he was sure of it. A positive change, that didn't destroy the whole of the Underdark.

Such thoughts were on his mind constantly. That, and thoughts of Ashyr. Wherever she was. Even when he was searching through Solerin's usual haunts. Tsabdrin didn't have to look for long to find the other male; he was in the garden as usual.

An Underdark garden was a thing of alien, strange beauty, It was a mixture of gaudiness and asceticism in its bizarre fungi, lichen, and other non-photosynthetic growths, including mana-consuming versions of above-ground plants. To a surfacer, such a garden could be disorienting. Solerin, though, found the tending of softly glowing plants to be his current only joy. Plants were good friends: quiet, rarely tried to murder or rape him. Rarely. There were exceptions, of course. The Underdark fungal Dryad equivalents sometimes called Matangos came to mind for tendencies towards both, but he had only had the misfortune of almost falling to one once while on the run. And none of the plants here were horse-sized venus man traps or shambling horrors or whatever. They simply stood there and looked pretty. And were helpless while doing so. He identified with the plants.

Solerin noted Tsabdrin's arrival when the other male first entered the garden, but, though he did actually like the son of Duskhaven, at the moment he was not feeling particularly like acknowledging him.

"Hey," Tsabdrin greeted him as walked up to the ex-consort.

"Hello," he said calmly.

"We have a female guest Selene wants you to entertain," he told Solerin frankly. His voice was tired, his steps lazy. The exhaustion from trying to find Ashyr was catching up to him with alarming speed. "I'm to take you to her."

His overall tranquility vanished. A female guest he was to entertain. Well, that was why Ashyr had saved him. So that he could be a whore for nobles rather than a whore for commoners. An improvement, he guessed. "Not someone who is going to report me to my old family, I hope?" He asked. "Because, if so, I only move when Ashyr tells me."

"Our guest would have no reason to report you," Tsabdrin said with a shrug. "She would be annoying the family who is sheltering her if she did, to absolutely no personal benefit. But if you still want to pull the Ashyr card, then that's your prerogative." Tsabdrin grimaced and worriedly rubbed the back of his neck. "Remember that we can't find her currently, leaving Selene in charge. Refusing might not go well for you." This was said with an apologetic look.

"So... she is an ally that needs the Duskhavens? Well, I will risk it," Solerin groused. "But Selene should know that I am here in hiding." He dusted himself off and began to follow Tsabdrin. "Should I clean off before I greet the guest, or will she be one to prefer that we take a bath together?"

Another shrug as Tsabdrin began to lead the other male back over to the portal into Risa's dimension that was kept active. "I don't know much about our guest. She is Jhul'une Dinoryn. Her mother's a cunt who purchased Caleldir for her daughter's birthday, but I guess also used him to humiliate her. If I would hazard a guess, I would say that she would probably enjoy help with a bath."

"I have heard of the Dinoryn family," Solerin said. His tone was impressed understatement. Everyone had heard of the Dinoryn family. They were one of the major players in the Underdark, despite their comparative abstinence from politics. Comparative by drow standards, of course. He knew that Jhul'une was the heir to the House. Well, at least he was having sex with important people now. "I am only a bit dusty. So, I will offer to bathe with her."

They entered R.I.S.A.'s dimension. One of the A.I.'s semi-autonomous avatars appeared to greet them, directing Solerin towards Jhul'une's guest quarters in the great pocket mansion.

When a R.I.S.A. took over leading Solerin, Tsabdrin thankfully took his leave of the other male. "Yeah, it should be fine. You might even enjoy yourself," T\the ranger said as he backed off towards his quarters above his animal companions. He turned the corner and was out of sight.

Meanwhile, in her borrowed quarters, Jhul was in the process of drawing her own bath, gazing thoughtfully into the warm running water that slowly filled the basin. As it wasn't ready yet, she was still in her robes that she wrapped tightly around her body. In the calm of the moment, she felt keenly the violation that her mother had brought upon her. The tightly wrapped cloth was comforting. The bath would be even more so, she imagined, even if it meant finally shedding that cloth.

[Your companion is here, ma'am,] the Maid-R.I.S.A. said to Jhul'une, popping up. [A handsome specimen, I must say. If you require anything else, like one or more of us to join you, let us know out loud!]

Jhul started. That... goddess... magic... creature... thing... was still quite baffling to her. At least she managed to stifle the urge to attack the thing that surprised her. "Uh. Very good." The noblewoman said hesitantly. Then she blinked and physically shook her head slightly. Only after that was her attention truly turned to the male that had been brought to her.

The Maid-R.I.S.A. bowed and vanished, leaving a confused Solerin. He turned to Jhul'une. "Jhul'une Dinoryn, I hear?" he confirmed. "I am Solerin. I am at your service. I fear I am a bit dusty, though, as I received your summons in the garden."

A handsome specimen indeed. The sight of him brought back memories of being very aroused and very frustrated recently -- in addition to all the humiliation. She stepped up to him, and idly pressed her hands gently to his chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his clothes. "Dust is fine," she told him in a voice pitched slightly low with growing arousal. "You can bathe with me."

The Dinoryn heir acted much as Solerin had expected her to: immediately beginning to fondle him. It was pleasant enough. He would try to enjoy himself here. At the very least he was no Caleldir, to protest or complain. Or snark and joke, for that matter. Instead, his attitude was servile and accommodating.

"Very well, mistress," he said quietly. "I am at your service. Shall I help you out of your garments? Or do you want me out of mine first?" Questioningly, his hands went to the sash on his own robe.

Her red-violet eyes moved down to where the male's hands fell -- to his own robes, asking if he should remove them. A little thrill went down her spine, heated her loins. Yes, she very much wanted him out of his robes first. "Yours first," she told him. Her hands joined his and began to undo his clothing like a gift that she wanted to savor the unwrapping of; unhurriedly, with restrained excitement. Her eyes drinking in every inch of flesh that was slowly revealed.

Some women wanted him naked as fast as possible. Jhul'une was not one of them. Almost despite himself, he found the excitement with which she carefully denuded him to be flattering and arousing, especially when combined with her unhurried behavior. He helped her get him out of his garments, but at her pace, not his own. Soon, he stood before her, naked, with growing arousal. His face was flushed and hot, though not noticeably against his dark flesh.

"You may undress me now."

He knelt before her, gently pulling her robes off from the top, easing down the cloth until it pooled at her feet. When her womanhood was revealed, he gave it a quick, slight kiss before bowing again, waiting on her next command.

Jhul's lips caught under her teeth when the male knelt before her, and her breath caught in her throat when he was so bold as to press his lips against her sex. On instinct, her hand came up to brush and caress through his hair.

"Come. Let's get into the bath," she told him softly. By that time, the water was ready. Her hear tbeat with arousal, but she wanted to feel cleansed, body and soul, before she did anything more sexual. She reached up towards the clasp in her pale violet hair and let her tresses loose to flow down past her waist. Even her hair would be washed of the experience she had in that horrid lecture hall.

Solerin wordlessly obeyed Jhul'une's command. He moved quickly and elegantly to rinse the dust off himself, before moving to begin to wash her off. Taking a soft, damp cloth, he began to run it across her flesh, carefully and thoroughly scrubbing her from neck to toe. His movements were artfully sexual, but also therapeutic. Massage therapy and chiropractic arts were both indispensable for a consort, after all. So he mixed washing her off with kneading the tension out of her muscles and stroking her erogenous zones - her breasts, her inner thighs, her ears... with just enough light teasing to enhance her arousal. The goal was, as he had been trained, to get her hot and bothered enough that she would be unable to resist taking him.

This was not the first time Jhul'une had experienced being bathed and cared for by a truly practiced male. She had, after all, frequented one of the more prestigious pleasure houses before receiving Caleldir as a gift -- as did most women of her age and station. Even if it wasn't her first time, she thoroughly and clearly enjoyed it. Mostly, she tried to keep herself passive. There was the occasion where she couldn't resist a soft caress across his well-formed muscles on his chest or tempting manhood.

It was obvious that Solerin was far more skilled and practiced than Caleldir, if less innately talented and not as spirited. He did enjoy this little ritual, though. Even if a good deal of his station was irksome, including the fact that he had to engage in this sort of ritual at all, Jhul'une was definitely one of the better women he had been with. At least so far. She was kind, and not cruel or abusive, at least. Some women would have spent this time trying to casually cause him pain.

But, by the time he was done, she could resist him no longer. As the ritual was supposed to go. Her hands went to his hips and pulled him down to sit beside her. She followed through the motion and sat upon his lap, straddling him. With every movement, the comforting, warm water flowed around them and drew every worry away with its movement. "You are well-trained, Solerin," she praised him. "You may continue to touch me."

"Thank you, mistress. You are too kind," he said in an artfully, teasingly pleased tone.

The noblewoman smirked briefly. A lot of drow women would take that as invitation to 'step up her game' to no longer be able to be considered 'too kind.' Jhul was not one of those women. Her mother was someone like that. Cruel. Unforgiving. Stupid. Everything her mother was, she wanted to be the opposite of.

He ran his hands from her thighs up her waist to the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together a bit. He shifted his hips underneath her a little, just enough to remind her that he was there.

Thoughts of her mother left quickly. Lust lidded her eyes. Oh yes. There was a ready and eager male beneath her. Trained to seem ready and eager, anyway. Maybe his actual wants would overcome his training if she only paced herself a little slower. Her hands dipped below the water line to take gentle hold of his manhood. As she began to stroke him, she leaned in to press her mouth against those tempting lips of his, claiming his mouth in a both insistent and gentle fashion like she had begun to get used to kissing Caleldir.

This sort of teasing, slow build was what Solerin was expected to give, not what he expected to receive. Jhul'une was different from those other women, he was noticing. More... considerate. Like Ashyr at her best. He began to melt against her kisses. His training was, in fact, giving way to actual desire. One of his hands went to her pussy to return her stroking favor as his lips met hers. He gave off a slight moan of pleasure, only half as he had been trained to do to entice. The other half was genuine, which surprised him a little.

This wasn't exactly how Jhul'une was used to coupling with a male. Never was she quite cruel, but she couldn't really be called considerate either. In comparison, that made her quite enjoyable to the males of the whore house she used to go to. She had suspicions that she was treated better by them because of this. It was a theory she would never share with the rest of her people. Their heads would explode. But now she was taking it one step further. Give as she received. See if that made things even better. Be the opposite of cruel and stupid. That was her excuse, anyway. In her heart, she craved as much attention and affection as she could get after her harrowing, humiliating experience.

She let the caresses and kisses go on for several minutes before she pulled away from him. Jhul'une's theory was rapidly proving itself, at least on this particular scarred, world-weary male, who was pretty thoroughly hard by the time that she finally pulled away from him. He was breathing quite raggedly, and his throbbing erection was extremely willing. He had not wanted a woman this bad since Ashyr. The number of women who had gotten him this riled up he could count on one hand, which, given the typically massive number he had been with, was a mere fraction of the total.