Drow's Dilemma Ep. 105: Decisions

Caleldir could definitely get used to having Dahlia around. He could do without the other succubi, though. -I know,- he said. -Professions of love mean nothing to one such as yourself. It means something to me, though. And I do like you for more than just how you make me feel.-

The familiar could feel the truth in Caleldir's words. It was his truth, anyway. She would need more time before she could be certain of the actual truth. Or maybe it was just her truth she was uncertain of? All these thoughts of 'truth' when it came to 'love' were boring in light of who she was surrounded by. The only thing that seemed important was rewarding her seduction for their self-control. In a few moments more.

Sitting up, he gave her a hug, squeezing their naked chests together without breaking the connection of their sexes. -But the way you make me feel is definitely part of it.- He finished as he gave her a tender kiss.

She embraced him in return and kissed him in kind. After that, Dahlia sat there just a little bit longer to that deep connection only she could share with Caleldir.

Although Caleldir deeply enjoyed the connection with Dahlia, he did have some reservations and guilt about things. Mostly the feeling of regretful worry about the other women closest to him he also loved: Ashyr, Selene, Risa, and Althaia. He had given his affections to so many, he wondered how much they were even worth anymore. These women all deserved more than what he feared he could give, pulled so many ways at once.

Not that this set of emotions would be comprehensible to the succubus familiar currently reading them, a creature who was only vaguely capable of understanding love right now, and would be eternally incapable of understanding monogamy. Well capable of understanding desires to be alone with an object of desire at times, though.

Finally, she pulled away and off of him. But, as she didn't give the signal, the rest of the succubi held themselves back with growing looks of impatience. With a sigh, he pulled away too, looking around at the others. He frowned. Yes, they were gorgeous. But he only had one dick, which Dahlia could see to on her own. He wished that he had not agreed to this. Then again, he did not like thinking about what mischief the succubi would get up to if left alone.

"Well, ladies. I am sorry to say that Caleldir doesn't particularly want to go down without a fight," Dahlia said with a false look of disappointment. There were sounds of similar disappointment throughout the room, all falsified as well. "Shall we play a game of hide-and-seek, then, lovelies? Let him try to change his fate?" She asked her sisters with a mischievous quirk of her eyebrow. "I'll count to twenty. Slowly. Caleldir will hide in the building. First one who gets him can do whatever she wants to him for fifteen minutes, and the rest will have to get the leftovers if they can. But! No magic. No tracking spells." The succubi seemed to be enthusiastic about that idea. They all looked toward Caleldir to see what he would do.

-Best we can do with the limited space, I'm afraid. There's some space downstairs that you might hide in.-

The obviously faked disappointment was a bit amusing to Caleldir, who understood at least that much of their psychology. Caleldir stood up. His hands automatically went to cover himself, but he swiftly realized that was stupid and pointless, so he removed them, his heavy partly-erect manhood bobbing free. "No magic, eh?" he asked. "I suppose that includes me?" he asked. "Either way, I am experienced in running away from rapacious women." Not in escaping, he had no experience in that, just in running. "Goodbye!"

Swiftly, he found a small room with two doors and clambered up above one of them to wait. When one of the succubi came through one door, he would run out the other one.

The boudoir echoed with Dahlia's long count - enough so that Caleldir could very easily tell just how much time he had left until they were coming after him. "1... 2... 3... -" she continued the count faithfully, managing not to let her excitement speed up the count. Her excitement did make her numbers louder as she neared the end, though. "19!! 20!!"

Sound erupted from the upper floor. There was a chorus of giggles from the whole seduction and the sound of bare, slapping feet against the floor. But the sound of running was interrupted by banging and angry sounds of struggle as the succubi physically fought each other to be out of the main bedroom and into the first floor of the house. There was a sound of triumph, and quick barefoot steps rolling down the stairs. Followed by literal rolling, it sounded like. And more shouting.

Finally, the demons sounded like they were disbursing through the finely decorated house in actual search of Caleldir. One of them - the pale, white-haired Lily - finally opened the right door and poked her head through. "Ha!" she said when she caught sight of Caleldir before she could silence herself. Her slip-up cost her quite a bit, as she was promptly tackled to the floor before she could give chase. Then both succubi in that hallway struggled to rise while also trying to keep the other one back. They only managed to give Caleldir that much more time to escape and hide again.

Caleldir grinned, pleased as the mouse who had escaped an entire herd of cats. Succubi were selfish, evil creatures. Of course they would all be fighting and backstabbing and sabotaging. Of course. This was what he figured would happen: he would set them against each other and wait things out. With a chuckle, he darted out of the room by the other entrance, making his way down to the deep laboratory. The succubi could port there, of course, but if he was quick they might not realize he had given them the slip.

Unfortunately for Caleldir, the two who had just seen him and were fighting over him represented only a fraction of the succubi who were searching after him. Another one who had heard the promising sounds of commotion darted in from the opposite direction before Caleldir could even take the path to his destination. She was more quiet about her discovery; Lilac did not want to meet the same fate as Lily, who had only just wrestled her way free of the grip of the slightly weaker sister.

In a split-second decision, the purple-haired succubus lunged forward to try to tackle Caleldir and bring him down to the ground. Her expression was set with extreme, aggressive concentration. Sexy, but likely rather intimidating.

Caleldir at his best, most lethal, most committed would, in fact, have been a match for a few succubi. He would be able to buff and bolster himself to degrees that would allow him to dodge and dash and overpower the oncoming Seduction. But Caleldir was not at his best, nor could he summon the will to be lethal. In fact, he was not even as committed to escaping as he liked to tell himself he was. And so, Lilac got him. Mostly because he shied away from her aggressive attack rather than forcing and dodging past it. Also, it was not easy to do a lot of acrobatics with a heavy erection bobbing around all over the place.

Only when she was actually on top of Caleldir did Lilac make a noise of triumph. She'd caught him, and now it was too late for the rest of the seduction to pry her away from him. The sound summoned everyone to that section of the hallway, jealous faces peering out behind corners and doors. Then they approached cautiously and settled into various watchful positions.

Caleldir remembered that, before he gave the significant power-boost to Dahlia that made her the most powerful in Seduction, Lilac was the senior of the group by a few centuries and the one who had been with Ashyr. So, he was not surprised in the end that she had been the one to grab him.

Dahlia appeared in the next room, sitting on a chair that was in view of the struggle. Apparently, she was not participating in their game. Her seduction would just complain if she was the one to capture him. At least she could watch, though, and that seemed to amuse her well enough.

Falling into Lilac's clutches, he met Dahlia's eyes and grimaced. She was enjoying this. He was pretending to himself he was not. "So much for that escape attempt," he complained.

Dahlia remained on her chair, and amused expression pulling her lips to a grin and making her eyes sparkle. She, of course, could sense the thrill and enjoyment Caleldir tried to deny he got from this experience.

... though, Lilac had a bit of a clue as well. More specifically, a long, hard shaft of one. The succubi had seen a hell of a lot of fear boners in their time, but this seemed nothing like one. Lilac didn't waste any time in taking advantage of that arousal. She quickly engulfed him with a lithe roll of her hips while her demonically strong hands held his arms to the ground. Light purple hair fell like a curtain around their faces and framed her beautifully smug face.

"Got you..." she breathed in pleasure.

What was less pleasurable was that she was taking him on a hard stone floor that made active participation slightly less comfortable. He sort of regretted taking things out from the pleasantly soft boudoir. Yet, here he was.

"Magic is now allowed; you can take him up to the bedroom should you wish it, Lilac," Dahlia said from her seat a few feet away from the coupling succubus and Caleldir. She, of course, could sense the discomfort in her master just as much as she could feel his primal urge to participate.

Lilac considered this suggestion with a few thoughtful undulations against Caleldir's body. Then she shifted to take him into her arms as much as she could while maintaining their connection. With a feeling of upwards shift, the two of them were suddenly on the soft surface of the bedroom instead of the hard marble-like floor of the hallway. Other succubi phased in to join them, with Dahlia still watching from several feet away - this time on the windowsill instead of a chair. The demons were closing in; stray hands ran wherever they could across Caleldir's naked skin. Someone's hand teased his arm away to place his hand against her sex, which Lilac allowed.

All in all, the soft floor of the boudoir was vastly preferable to the hard, cold stone of the hallway. SInking into the fabric, Caleldir closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. Caleldir felt grateful towards his familiar, though he tried to pretend like he was uncaring. Not that he could fool Dahlia...

Caleldir did not struggle against Lilac - it would be useless, after all. However, he did have enough bloody-minded stubbornness to fix her with an expression of mixed pleasure and annoyance. "Why is it that men resisting is a turn on for your type?" he asked accusingly. "I know that if a woman resisted me, I would be completely turned off."

"If we were squeamish about forcing people, we would not eat," she observed with amusement. What kind of question was that anyway? "Besides, they usually end up liking it eventually. Even the people we're punishing get some pleasure. It's fun to work at bringing people over to our point of view." She punctuated that by resuming the slow, teasing roll of her hips.

If he could run away he would try, but he could not. And Lilac was making a very persuasive argument to her 'point of view'. Whatever that was. "That does not explain why you seem to prefer resistance," he noted. "The rusalka prefer it because they like to punish and kill. But you are not spirits of vengeance, I do not think. You just feed. Why do unwilling partners turn you on? And what is your 'point of view', anyway?"

Lilac tilted her head to the side. She didn't really seem to understand what he wanted to know. He seemed aberrant for not liking to force people. "It's... in our nature, I suppose? We are beings of pleasure-"

"Though technically we can feel off of anything a being pours their soul into," Dahlia corrected. Caleldir really seemed to want to understand them, and Dahlia was willing to oblige. It didn't occur to her that this wasn't necessarily the time for it. Not that he was likely ever going to have a conversation with one or all of the succubi without his dick being in one of them.

"-Yeah, art and music and even painstakingly prepared food can sustain us," the succubus riding Caleldir pouted. "It's not as fun or satisfying once we mature into adults."

"Ah," Caleldir replied. He was having increasing difficulty forming much in the way of coherent thoughts and sentences. But that very fact was part of the reason why he was trying to start up this conversation. Even if he could not resist, he could resist giving in. And distracting himself with Knowledge could help him not give in to the pleasure. Also, he was unlikely to get a chance to interview the succubi in any context where he was not having sex with a succubus. Even Dahlia would jump his bones instantly in any context where he was alone enough with her to start asking this sort of question.

"Anyway, we are beings of pleasure who reward the good and punish the wicked. It's just... sometimes the former people don't see it from our perspective. So we're equipped to show them, and enjoy showing them. Just like we're equipped to enjoy punishing people. That's our point of view, but people just don't seem to see it that way sometimes." Near the end of her explanation, she was pouting again.

Lilac's point was incredibly interesting to Caleldir. They punished the wicked and rewarded the good? With pleasure? That was a very strange line of thought. He thought that they just enjoyed feeding and did things for their own pleasure. But the idea of forcing pleasure as a reward on people who did not want pleasure as a reward was one that he found fascinating as a window into understanding the warped psychology the demons had.

"It may just be our sadistic nature," Dahlia said with a laugh. "We are demons."

The rest of the seduction seemed to find that funny as well.

He wanted to ask more about that, but Dahlia started laughing about their sadistic nature, and her Seduction followed along. Ah. That made much more sense.

Caleldir's current captor seemed happy enough to stop the conversation and start concentrating on her fifteen minutes - which were probably mostly gone by now, annoyingly. After he seemed to process the information (more or less) she began riding him in earnest. Like sexy vultures, other succubi picked at the edges of the couple. Hands strayed across both Lilac and Caleldir, and the one who took hold of his hand earlier tried to get him to pleasure her. She even contorted so he could be in the most comfortable position possible.

The succubus who grabbed his hand was treated to Caleldir's skillful, slightly enchanted fingers working on her, although the effect was very slightly marred by how he was not necessarily paying that great of attention to getting her off. He did appreciate how she moved to make sure that he was not going to be strained while doing so, though.

Finally, he could resist their pleasure no longer, and everyone in direct contact with him shuddered and sighed to feel the influx of power they received from being at least tangential to their sister's intercourse. Lilac, of course, felt it the most potently. And it was potent indeed. She bit back a scream, light seemed to flash before her eyes, and she collapsed to the side.

The rest of the succubi were more than happy to gently pull her off of him so that she could recover. For that moment, Dahlia leaned forward with a questioning look on her face. Then, Lilac was fully separated from him. The familiar leaned back with a sigh of relief. She got to remain the most powerful among them.

Caleldir still could not believe how much they seemed to revel in his energy. So much so that Lilac was temporarily out of commission. To his relief, she was not bound to him, though. Being connected with Dahlia was a memory that his familiar seemed to treasure, but Caleldir was not anxious to repeat that experience. Especially not with another succubus.

As this was happening, the succubi closed back in on him. They were showing excellent restraint, however, as they were only caressing and pressing their skin against his. "What game now, Dahlia?" one of them asked.

Dahlia grinned. "I'm sure we can come up with something. Any suggestions?"

A game? What? Caleldir's mind went into overdrive, thinking about how to escape before he buffed the entire seduction up too much. He was not sure it was a good idea to give them all the sort of power boost he had just given Lilac.

Blue-haired Iris spoke up first. "We could play creampie roulette," she suggested. That was a rather common succubus game where they would blindfold and bind the male who was the target, and take one-minute turns having sex with him. The one who he came inside would be the winner.

"We could cooperate instead," Magnolia proposed. "I think that Caleldir likes having sex with us even if he pretends not to. We could find some promising woman to recruit (I know a few of you have some candidates in mind...), and make Caleldir have sex with her while we turn her into one of us." She licked her lips. "Making him rape someone else would be really delicious. And it has been a while since we recruited any new members."

Whatever that first option was, Caleldir liked the second one not at all, to say the least. He had to think of another contest: one that he could win. But what would they go for? "Or we could have a magical tournament," he suggested. "Winner gets to decide what to do with me. If I win I get away."

Each of the suggestions was listened to with varying degrees of amusement. They seemed to like Caleldir's suggestion the least. Setting up rules and guidelines for a magical competition could take all night. Besides, everyone had a very good idea of who would win and who would lose; they always kept careful track of hierarchy within the seduction. The only one who looked interested was Lilac, who had since recovered and wanted to test just how much of a power boost she got. But even she thought the other two options were more promising.

"You girls remember that wannabe nun?" Lily asked with a predatory grin. "I still have an anchor in the forest near her nunnery. I think it's high time to get her to stop lying to herself about how horny she is all the time. Our guest here wanted to know about our motivations and how we work? Let's show him first hand."

That seemed to be a big hit with everyone present. Except, perhaps, Dahlia, whose expression was passive and contemplating. Caleldir wouldn't like this as much, which made her give pause. Only for a moment, though. It did sound fun and her seduction seemed to have their hearts set on the idea already. It would be a shame to disappoint them, wouldn't it?

"Alright, Lily. Go. See if you can get her. Don't take all night," Dahlia agreed. She stood and finally joined the rest of the seduction on the floor clustered around Caleldir. Dahlia embraced Caleldir from behind, pressing her breasts against his back. "At least this will be illuminating." She whispered in his ear as her hand snaked around to fondle his manhood. Her eyes met another succubus's, and she tilted her head meaningfully to Caleldir's lap. The demon gladly settled astride Caleldir's legs and placed one of his hands on her breast.

"Please leave the nun alone!" Caleldir said in alarm and panic. "I am not going to have sex with a nun!"

"Besides, I want to have sex with Caleldir, not make some new girl have all the fun," Iris pouted. She was the newest of the Seduction by quite a margin and had never had the experience of turning another woman into a succubus, so did not get the appeal as much as her sisters.

"We will all still have sex with Caleldir," Magnolia said, licking her lips. "We can just feed off him even more if we instigate a situation where he is resisting in reality, not just for show."