Drow's Dilemma Ep. 105: Decisions

Author's Note:

A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.

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Episode 105: Decisions

Out in the city-camp, the people of the five remaining houses were gathering their public figures together and choosing which should go to council with their rescuers. This was almost completely Jhul's doing, with Solerin as her secretary. No better way to reestablish his character than to be seen with and favored by one of the most powerful women in Duskhaven.

Risa, despite seeming drained and stressed, did have enough energy to carve out a new council room. She called together all the representatives and the summit began.

There were five noble families that survived with enough members and power from the destruction of Duskhaven to participate in the summit. A small number of the Frehelvi were slinking around, but though there were one or two important members still surviving, they lacked any followers or standing.

For the other Houses, Dinoryn had Jhul'une as its representative, her mother having gone missing in the destruction. With as many mages as they had, the House had its membership decently intact, but most of their wealth had been in the school and had largely not been saved.

Illiam Kilarn represented what was once Duskhaven's lieutenant House, one of the two oldest families in the city. Illiam was new to her position. She was very young and inexperienced, as she had been third in line last week. But though Kilarn' membership was devastated, they had pulled a huge amount of wealth with them in the form of treasures and food supplies, by means of their own pocket-dimensional storage. Kilarn was currently supplying most of the food for the refugees, making them rather popular.

Aleett was the opposite. Being made up largely of tough warriors, their membership was mostly intact, but their wealth was nearly destroyed. They were represented by the old House Matron, Zebey'a, and her Consort, Hadnill.

Ryld'nar Teken'ath represented the local branch of that powerful family, but the man seemed more than a bit nervous to be there. After all, he normally answered to his superiors, so on his own, he was not sure what to do.

House Maelvalzynge's Matron Triss'dril did not have that problem, but a different one. Her House had loaded everything of value on their spiders and rode their wealth out, and so had both their money and membership intact, making them the wealthiest and most numerous House still standing. But their power made them the target of jealousy.

Finally rounding things out was the newly elected Speaker for the Commons, Silversmith Triel, and the head of the Temple, Anluriina. The Summit was in session.

All were seated in what they felt were the most strategic seats in the room with only a small amount of what the drow would call discussion, though Phanuel would have called it squabbling. In reality, it was mostly civilized but there were some annoyed expressions and feelings of being slighted. This was especially true in the case of the male who found himself the only fit representative and likely future Patron of his branch of Teken'ath. Patron. That was the problem. The more traditional among the houses did not appreciate that little detail, it seemed. Not that he had the only problems. Anluriina wasn't sure where she stood there, and no one else was certain either. A priestess of Lolth in a summit with her estranged daughter, Eilistraee? Awkward. So both of them ended up in the least advantageous seating. The rest fell in slightly more favorable places.

Not that seating was the main issue of the summit. Only the first, and the one that set the pace of the whole gathering. Which was to be expected, really.

The grand plan was set forth by Caleldir, Abanonda, Selene, and Althaia - with the mute Sidhriia standing serenely to the side. They already had a place that could easily fit their entire population multiplied by a hundred. The resources were there, the cavern system, even a lot of the infrastructure was still intact. It was just terribly cursed and would take some time to cleanse. They would have a temporary settlement just outside the realm which was perfectly safe by drow standards. It was the best option. It was the only option.

Which, of course, meant that there was a lot of hemming and hawing over any detail the gathered group could think to come up with. Some of it was useful discussion about the short-term.

Jhul'une immediately began the plans of reforming the university with herself appointed as headmistress. The preservation of knowledge was important. That plan was largely met with agreement. Those of the summit had heard about her exit from the academy and knew that she was on good terms with Duskhaven and with Caleldir especially.

Illiam's house was already supplying the food and was doing well in that effort, so their interests - which were historically in a little bit of everything - had focused on worries of feeding the population for both the near and distant future.

The Matron-Consort team of Aleet was more concerned about the dangers of both the lands and the neighboring countries. It was a fair concern, considering the unfamiliar dangers of the surface realm they had escaped to. There was one neighbor they would have to either live with or conquer: Clachleom. For the near future, the people present much preferred the 'live with' option. They had enough to worry about without starting a war with another country.

The trade guild, Teken'ath, was in a rather awkward position, and not just because there was an acting Patron in charge. They had been the messengers that served the whole of the drow Underdark and even some places beyond. Letters and packages still needed to be relayed but on a much smaller scale. Ryld'nar was secretly not even sure if he should keep the family name or forge a new one for himself. Either way, his house still had a purpose. They just needed to be paid. At Ryld'nar's behest, some time was spent on matters of trade and assets.

Maevalzynge, called the House of Spiders, did not have the long-term in mind quite yet. They mostly just did their best to make sure Caleldir was not going to move to break apart their House for the actions of one of their very immature members.

Anluriina, as was mentioned, was in a similarly awkward position. She dropped hints about changes of heart and willingness to alter opinions when new information was presented. She offered her opinions on the other matters that the house brought up but needed to have a private conversation with the Eilistraeen representatives.

Triel, the newly elected representative of the commons, was mostly there to remind the Houses that the commoners existed and needed to be kept in mind when talking about anything that affected the city.

All this was cause for hours of discussion. Some of it useful, some of it simply stubborn refusal to accept the inevitable. The inevitable had to be accepted eventually, however, and finally everyone agreed that this Deusterra was their best bet and that they should start the journey as soon as possible.

Risa breathed a sigh of relief when the council finally decided to be off. She pulled Caleldir aside after that in order to put the finishing touches on the Spider Tank repair and refit. About an hour later, Caleldir emerged from the basement driving the Tank to ride it out the large portal in front of the Mansion. Risa explained to everyone that the journey would take less than a week this way. Hopefully only four days or so, but sometimes these sorts of journeys were unpredictable. The goddess then went into a power-conserving hibernation. She was using resources so fast that actively participating in any 'energy restoration rituals' would not actually recover energy faster than she used it merely by being fully conscious. So, her various avatars disappeared, and her systems went into hibernation. She kept a vague watch on the succubi, making sure they did not cause too much trouble, but otherwise withdrew completely.

Caleldir drove the tank for a day before switching with Althaia and Abanonda. Exhausted, he checked up on Ashyr and how she was doing before retiring to sleep.

Ashyr was doing reasonably well, all things considered. Tsabdrin had led the toddlers back into their own room and it was just Ashyr and Selene sitting on the large bed in their master bedroom. Selene was holding and talking to the infant while Ashyr slept peacefully.

Selene looked up at Caleldir and smiled at him with the light of excitement in her eyes. In a few short months, it would be her own child in her arms. Their child. She set the little half-demon in his cradle and settled down into the covers, embracing Caleldir. With a soft voice, she murmured to him all the little, adorable things that happened while he was driving the spider-tank. There wasn't much to report on a two-day-old baby who slept most of the time and who had self-cleaning diapers; soon they were all asleep

It was not the first time since they had rescued Ashyr that Caleldir was able to sleep in the same bed as both Selene and her, but this second time was more calming. Much more calming. Even if Caleldir was still rather uncertain about the half-fiend, he was getting a bit more comfortable with him, especially after deciding to erase as much of his fiendish father's legacy as possible. He slept very soundly, having forgotten about the promise he inadvertently made that morning.

There were several someones, however, who had not forgotten. As soon as Dahlia felt sleep take over her master, she sat up and wiped her mouth with a satisfied grin. The pretty female petty drow she had been 'attending to' had a dazed look on her face and was likely to pass out if Dahlia went any further, anyway.

Quieter than a whisper, Dahlia popped into the master bedroom back at the manor. The new mother, Ashyr, and her hound were alerted instantly, their shining eyes peering over at her in the dark. Dahlia put a finger to her grinning lips to bid them keep quiet. The succubus thought she saw the stirrings of amusement in Ashyr's otherwise passive expression. Dahlia was allowed to gently pry Selene off of Caleldir and take the soundly sleeping male into her arms. Then she spirited him away into the area that Risa made for the succubi.

It was a place very much like the boudoir in Hell. Except it was a much more reasonable temperature and there were forests outside the windows instead of the hellscape. Caleldir was placed on the floor that might as well have been a massive bed. Dahlia began with disrobing his sleeping form - a simple task since all she needed to do was deactivate his rune. As other succubi filed into the room and began to lounge around Caleldir, their leader slipped her master's cock into her mouth and began to suck him to hardness.

Initially soft, Caleldir's cock quickly inflated up to full size as Dahlia sucked on him. It was partway through this blowjob that he awoke with a groan. Eyes fluttering open, Caleldir at first only noticed Dahlia herself. "Again?" he asked. "It is the middle of the... oh. Ummm..." Caleldir sat up slightly and looked around at all the succubi. He swallowed. "Umm... Dahlia? Now is not a good time for this..."

Dahlia's head bobbed up and down a couple more times, each time her mouth pausing for a moment to circle her tongue around the tip. Only then did she remove his cock from her mouth with a soft pop of suction. "Now is most certainly the time for this. You offered; it was your idea, remember? You see what I have to deal with, sisters? He is at once the most and least inclined toward sex." The rest of the demons seemed excited about this. Their own hands began to stray across each other. They held back from joining for the time being, though it seemed to pain them to do so.

Caleldir paused. He had offered. "Well, yeah, I suppose, but..." He softly exhaled against her touch. "Wait, most and least inclined? In what category? And you know perfectly well that I did not really mean that you could just pull me out of my bed."

Caleldir's familiar moved up his body, smooth skin sliding across his naked flesh wherever it could. Her soft breasts especially drew across his still slightly damp cock, across his abdomen, and over his chest where they came to rest when she set her body down. Smug all-black eyes gazed into cobalt blue. "I believe the phrasing goes 'the gentleman doth protest too much.' Or some such. Your mind resists but your body-" she slid her hands upward across his torso and leaned forward to press her breasts more firmly to his body, brush her lips against his earlobe. "Your body gives in so easily." She whispered loud enough for the room to hear. This was met by amused chuckles from the rest of the seduction. They'd seen it all before, but it never ceased to entertain them.

A hand brushed across the side of his face. "It's been a couple of days. You can use the relief and distraction. And it doesn't look like your mates are very interested in this right now."

He shuddered against Dahlia's gaze. She had a point. He was very, very horny. "Well, they are busy... But I said that you needed to ask permission! Stealing me away in the night is not getting it!" Ah! That would be how he justified his resistance. Perfect. He knew he could find a reason somewhere.

"They gave me permission. This morning." Sort of. They didn't say 'no' which was as good as a 'yes' in her mind. Hell, even an unemphatic 'no' would have seemed like permission to her. "And tonight, Ashyr knew you were being taken. I think she might have even been slightly amused. Selene may not even notice you're gone; I'll try to have you back before she wakes up."

"Ashyr knew I was..." Ugh. Caleldir sighed. Of course she did. At least Dahlia was going to try to get him back before Selene woke up. Not that Caleldir was confident she would.

Her hips rolled until the tip of his manhood pressed against the warm, soft wetness of her entrance. Still teasing, though, so close to penetration if only one of them made a move. She wasn't going to make that move - not yet. She was hoping that she could get him to give in before her self-control faltered. After all, they had the whole night.

Though he vowed to resist, he was not going to resist Dahlia. And he was pretty desperate to have some release sexually. So, his hands went up to her hips and pushed her down on his cock as he thrust up into her. "Can't it just be the two of us?" he whispered to her through that Familiar bond so that the others could not hear him. "No need to include your sisters just yet. You can have me aaaallll to yourself."

Dahlia gasped and melted slightly -You make a compelling case- She responded to him through the bond. Her hips began to slowly undulate against him to put on a show for the rest of the seduction. Well, and because it felt amazing to feel his cock move inside her again. -And I think I would have preferred it that way. But I had to use you as the proverbial carrot to keep them in line. They almost did some very stupid things to try to regain all that energy your Risa drew from them.-

Caleldir's reserve deflated a bit. Not his cock, though, which throbbed inside her. He would begin bucking up into her in turn once she started moving faster, but for now, she was taking her time and putting on a show so he decided to limit his movements to caresses. -Ugh. I do have to keep the succubi from causing problems.- He conceded. -You are right there. But...- He thought for a moment. The memory of his time with the Rusalka was returning. The side effect would be that Dahlia would see those memories, but he was not worrying about that right now. -What about a contest? Let me try to get away. I know succubi like the thrill of the chase and all that...-

Dahlia tilted her head to the side as she was getting snippets of visions of wicked long-haired beauties chasing Caleldir through colorfully-lit caverns. It was erotic, exciting, entertaining, wild. It made her lip catch against the edge of her teeth. But then she mentally shook those thoughts away. -An idea for another time, I think, when the refugees aren't likely to stumble across our game. They've scattered all over the place. This room isn't big enough for it to be any kind of sport in here. Unless you have... a clever plan... that would make things... more difficult?-

Internally, Caleldir shrugged. -Not really.- He admitted. -Not unless it was some sort of wrestling competition or something. I just have to try something to get away from this, however futile. I cannot just cooperate! Even if I agreed to it...- Also, there should not be another time. Although... He shook the fantasies of what sorts of games he could play with the Seduction out of his mind. No. There should not be another time. Definitely. He had enough of this with the Rusalka. The lovely, beautiful Rusalka...

She couldn't concentrate on words to respond to his insistence that he had to put on a token resistance. She did chuckle, though, her arousal making the sound deep and throaty. Her thoughts trailed off and were difficult to collect as her hips began to pick up the pace. She, herself, longed to draw energy from her master which was only compounding with Caleldir's own desire for release after what passed for a long time without sex for him. They could enact whatever plans they wanted to make after both of them got to release together.

"Ah, fuck it..." Dahlia said out loud. She leaned back with one hand against the bed to give herself more stability as her hips took on a near frenetic pace. It gave Caleldir quite the view of full, bouncing breasts and growing expression of rapture on his familiar's face.

The bond of Master and Familiar really made this so much better. It was not quite like the emotional connection between and his lovers, but he was very quickly becoming much fonder of Dahlia than he thought he would. He bucked against her hips as she rode him, his hands gripping her thighs, low enough that he would not hinder her rapid bouncing.

Her mind became blank to everything except the pleasure of being with him. Sex with him had always been more potent than she'd ever imagined that sex could be. Which was saying something; she was a succubus.

With that, it was not long before he grabbed her higher up and slammed her down on his cock tightly, in time to send out a massive flood of seed bottled up from his days of celibacy. He relaxed his grip when his orgasm ended.

When he pushed her down firmly onto his cock she felt like her body would melt from the searing heat of his pleasure. She collapsed upon him, gasping dazedly for breath. In a moment, she would feel more energized than she had been for the past couple of days. For the time being, however, she was too overwhelmed to do much of anything.

-I am beginning to love you, Dahlia,- He communicated through their bond.

His silent thoughts to her registered some time after he said them. He was beginning to love her. Laboriously, she sat up. Dahlia registered the other succubi closing in on them with predatory, impatient looks written across every one of their gorgeous faces. She ignored them for just a little bit longer. -Love the way I made you feel more like. Feel the magical bond we have, maybe. You do realize how many times I've heard those words, don't you?-