A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 96: Purity

Early nervousness and uncertainty had given way: first to passion, now to contentment and affection. Caleldir held the woman - smaller than him now that he was temporarily polymorphed back to his ordinary size - close, feeling her breathing against his chest. That was a feeling he lived for, with Selene, with Ashyr, and now with Sidhriia. And possibly with Risa now that she could breathe.

Selene watched them closely, idly and absently rubbing slow circles against her clit. It felt like a small feat of self-control to let Caleldir and Felynriia (she hadn’t caught on to her new name yet) lie there for as long as she did. Finally, though, she could take it no longer. At least neither of them should mind too much if Selene urged them on to spend an entire night of pleasure. Caleldir seemed to like that sort of thing, and Riia was likely a younger, hornier version of herself. After a few minutes of recovery, Selene touched Riia’s shoulder. The young woman moved enough to let her older sister start kissing Caleldir.

And so, the night carried on, filled with pleasure and more love than a drow usually found prudent. It was so easy to get lost in both in Risa’s little pocket realm. By the end of things, all three people felt more connected than anyone had a right to be after only a night’s acquaintance. Selene, at least, quickly found that it was far too easy to develop a deep affection for her little sister. In the end, it was Riia who she curled up with when the urge to sleep overcame her sexual urges. She pulled Caleldir up behind herself, so that his front was pressed against Selene’s back, and his arms were around both of them. Sandwiched that way, Selene was nearly as happy as it was possible for her to be.

If only she had Ashyr with her... Ashyr would love Sidhriia...

The thought of Ashyr put a slight cloud over his face. They still needed to go find the woman. They had rescued one Duskhaven female, now they would need to go rescue another. In the morning.

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The Dinoryn Mage shot a desperate firebolt at the unstoppable invader, now engaged in beating down five armed mageguards.

For the first time, a spell actually seemed to hit, lighting the massive, drow-ish appearing woman on fire.

Abanonda laughed and slipped out of her burning cloak. Underneath, the dark-grey skinned woman was completely nude. She had a figure that was closer to that of a nymph than an elf - though taller than either - with massive breasts seemingly floating in violation of gravity, not slowing her down the smallest bit despite their weight. Despite her drow-shaded skin and hair, her size was anything but, being closer to seven feet than six. Her perfect, blemishless complexion gave off a dazzling aura that confused the mind, a weaker version of Althaia’s Blindness. There was little hint of muscle in her curvaceous frame, except when she moved.

She had sustained no damage whatsoever.

“Finally! Someone managed to hit me!” she exulted at the Dinoryn guards and mages. She stretched lithely in the fight, while the Dinoryn stepped back, looking at her fearfully, feeling their minds swirl with the faerie aura. Abanonda grinned. She had much more pronounced fangs than was normal for a drow. Whirling around at an even faster rate than before, she rapidly took out the guards around her (knocking them unconscious, of course), then moved towards the mage that had hit her at an impossible speed, knocking the next spell right out of her hands.

“Good job, Dinoryn,” Abanonda said cheerily as she dispelled another spell before the terrified mage could cast it. “You got me out of my cloak. As a reward, I will interrogate you.” The drow-ish woman lifted the mage up with one hand by the robes, bringing their eyes level.

“What are you?” the drow girl ask, her face a mask of fear. “You are no drow...

“I am no follower of Aralolth, you mean,” Abanonda said carelessly. “I am a Dark Elf. You drow of the wider underdark seem to be laboring under the delusion that following a psychotic backstabbing bitch who left her sanity when she left her twin for the Black Titan is making you strong. It clearly has not. I follow Ellistraea, and since you all are so damn weak I suppose that I do not need to hide it. I am Abanonda, Daughter of House Blackdawn. I hear that a kinsman of mine has been the subject of some... event here.”

If the girl was afraid before, now she was terrified. “No... oh no... I was not...”

“Your name, almost competent mage?” Abanonda asked idly.

“Hael-”

“I know when you lie. Did you know? If you give up the ability to tell a lie, you gain the ability to know when others lie to you.”

This did not help the girl’s fear. “Tivrae of House Asegi,” she whispered.

“That is the right name,” Abanonda nodded. “Now, what do you know about one ‘Caleldir Blackdawn’?”

Tivrae told her, halting and fearfully, about the ‘party’ that led to the destruction of the school. Abanonda reacted far less than one might expect to the news of a gangbang of a family member, mostly nodding when the rumors were confirmed.

Then Tivrae told her of the Ghost-King, and the name he gave out: Goelon Duvainor. Abanonda was stunned, then laughed out loud. “Goelon Duvainor? Goelon Duvainor? Oh, my poor idiot, you are pregnant off one of the most powerful creatures on this plane of reality? Goelon Duvainor! Caleldir is a common name in House Blackdawn, but to think the Caleldir I was tracking was the original one all along! Ah, this is such news! The Ghost King has left the Monastery and is running around impregnating half the Underdark! What glorious idiocy... Now, tell me, mother-of-one-of-the-ghost-king’s-children, where has he gone off to?”

“I have no idea,” Tivrae whispered. “But he left with Matron Iiv’lua’s daughter. She might know something. Her office is that way. She is no doubt cowering there since the alarm has been sounded.”

Abanonda let Tivrae down. “Well, Tivrae of Asegi, you have been most helpful. Take care of your child.”

“How... how do you know I am pregnant?” Tivrae asked, curiosity beginning to replace her fear.

“I can smell it,” Abanonda said cheerily. “Seems like half the women in this school are pregnant with the Titanborn’s children.”

“Titanborn?” Tivrae gasped.

“You poor fools have no idea what forces you are messing with,” Abanonda shook her head. She turned towards the main tower of Dinoryn. “This hunt has gotten a lot more interesting...”