Drow's Dilemma Ep. 106: Recruit

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 106: Recruit

Even without a game to play for a couple of hours, the succubi were enthusiastic enough with Caleldir as their plaything. They were gentle with him - something that they would point out when he complained. After all, this event was more along the lines of 'reward the good' rather than 'punish the evil.' Yes, both involved sex, but there seemed to be a clear distinction between reward and punish.

Internally, Caleldir had to compare his treatment at the hands of the succubi to that which he had 'endured' from the nymphs and the rusalka. And, for a demonic race, they stacked up pretty well. They were more mocking than the nymphs, but also more sensitive to his desires than they were. And, the succubi were definitely, decidedly less cruel and sadistic than the rusalka. Which was not in the least surprising.

Despite this, Caleldir did complain a bit, but as time went on, he could not help but thoroughly enjoy himself. As teasing as they were, the succubi were incredibly kind to him in their own way. Iris and Dahlia especially.

Lily appeared again when they were in the middle of letting Iris have a ride, which Caleldir was enjoying quite a lot. In Lily's arms was a human-sized lump of black cloth. She set the lump down, and a head rolled to the side to see a pretty, pale face - the only thing not covered with shapeless cloth. Lily settled down behind the woman and pulled her torso into her lap, the human's head resting on succubus shoulder.

"Time to wake up, my dear," Lily whispered loud enough for the entire room to hear. She stroked the side of the human's face, a thumb straying to press against full, kissable lips.

"See? Look at how gentle we're being. Many of us look fondly back to our 'corruption' - those who remember it," Dahlia said to Caleldir. She was back next to him, ready to keep him from escaping if necessary. Caleldir instantly tensed and started to try to get Iris off of him. The blue-haired succubus pouted and clenched her legs around him tighter. Dahlia also prevented him from getting away.

"I feel your sincerity, but I want no part of this!" Caleldir said in a low voice.

"You will enjoy this, you shall see. Don't you want to better understand us? Understand me?" Dahlia asked. There was a pout in her tone, and even a true wish to be understood amidst the slightly sadistic amusement she felt.

Caleldir dreaded the prospect of having sex with an unwilling woman. Usually (always) he was having sex with someone who wanted to have it with him. Generally a lot. Often wanted it enough to barrel through all objections. Now... He shuddered. "I... do want to understand you," he said in a pained voice. "But not like this. Can't you just wright me a thesis? Or just tell me? Not use me as a dildo?" That said, when he mentioned using him as a dildo, his memory of Rostimira making him have sex with Mirjana flowed into Dahlia's head, and his cock twitched inside Iris, which the succubus noted with a grin and a teasing kiss on his shoulder.

"A thesis?" Dahlia laughed. "A succubus, writing a thesis on sex when she can just show someone? Caleldir, you really do need to spend some time getting to know us." The familiar did know that it was desperation that made him say such ridiculous things. Probably if he was thinking more clearly, he would have not suggested what he did. Probably. Dahlia chuckled again and shook her head.

Bright blue eyes fluttered open finally after just a few moments of Lily stroking her awake. At first, the only emotion in those eyes was sleepy confusion. Then there was shock as she saw a sea of naked flesh - mostly female, but there was a male coupling with one- two? "Where- where am I? Who are you?" Redundant questions. Clearly, her sins had brought her to where she belonged: to hell, to be tortured. Or perhaps she was being tested? She clung to the latter thought, for the former was too terrible to contemplate.

"You are in our boudoir, pretty one," Lily informed the human, smiling. "We are going to be your sisters. Well, except for Caleldir there, obviously. Caleldir, this is Sister Alena. Sister Alena, this is Caleldir Hissael, future consort of House Duskhaven, Master of our Leader: Dahlia, and a guest in our boudoir."

"Let me go, demon! You will not sway me with the corruption of flesh!" Alena said as she attempted to struggle away in vain. Her strained voice sounded very much like the accents of the Rusalka. As she struggled, a long ringlet of golden hair fell from its cover.

Caleldir met her blue eyes. His expression was helpless and slightly resigned, but mostly guilty. Once more he struggled mightily (and futilely) to get away from the succubi clinging to him. "Leave me out of this!" he said, again. It had become something of a refrain. Sister Alena's eyes on him made him feel so much more guilty. Like one of the nuns from his upbringing.

"I will not let you go, and I will sway you, lovely thing," Lily said sweetly. "First, you are far overdressed for this occasion." So light was Alena that the succubus holding her only had to restrain her arms with one hand while her other hand gently pulled back the nun's hood. A full head of beaten-gold curls fell around her shoulders - almost too golden and too perfect for a mere human to have. Lily gave a meaningful look at the rest of the succubi; she couldn't easily strip the girl and hold her back at the same time. "Look, how pretty and young you are, Alena! Why would you even cloister yourself away? It seems like an absolutely evil waste!" Lily exclaimed as she caught a lock of hair and brought it to her nose to smell. "I hope your hair keeps its yellow. Then we could call you Marigold."

Deep shame colored Alena's face, and her lower lip trembled. She didn't seem at all flattered by the compliment. "You will not call me anything! I will go back - please, take me back!" But it was clear that she was desperately trying not to openly gawk at the male and female coupling. Well, the female sitting there on the male while he struggled more mightily but just as uselessly as she did.

"Come now, Iris. You have been bouncing on the male for long enough. He came in you twice already." She pulled the blue-haired succubus off of Caleldir, letting his heavy dick slide out of her with a slick pop. Iris protested a bit, but Magnolia was much stronger. "It is time for you to help turn a woman," Magnolia whispered to the youngest succubus. She glanced over at the others, flitting her eyes from Alena's gazing at Caleldir to the male and then to them, suggesting that someone give the nun a good show.

Iris stopped complaining about being pulled away from Caleldir and started focusing on Alena. "There, there," she soothed. Her hands slipped into the nun's habit to stroke across her naked flesh, starting with her breasts. "I remember when Magnolia turned me," she whispered. "It was a stream of unimaginable pleasure and freedom, turning me from mortal to immortal, from male to female. Let's liberate you from your silly, stuffy morality."

"And from those ridiculous clothes," Magnolia agreed with Lily. "No time to take things slow, Sister." Claws appeared on her fingers to deftly rip the nun's habit to shreds. Then she sat back to observe the woman unpackaged with a lascivious, predatory grin.

When suddenly she found all her layers of clothes, all her protection ripped away like so much paper, shock widened the nun's eyes even further until she looked positively wild with desperation. Alena tried to struggle again, this time to get her arms free so she could at least cover herself. It was just as useless as struggling to escape entirely. Worse than useless, in fact, as she realized by the lecherous looks her full, bouncing breasts were given. Tears of frustration and helplessness began to form at the corners of her eyes. The best thing she could do was cross her legs to hide her pink pussy already showing signs of arousal.

Meanwhile, the much more powerful and experienced Lilac replaced Iris. She helped Dahlia (who was still holding Caleldir down) shift her master closer so that the nun could get a better look at him. The purple-haired succubus placed an elegant hand on his still wet cock and held it upright for Alena to see. With a mocking smirk and eyes that didn't leave the blonde nun, Lilac leaned forward and drew her tongue from base to tip of his cock.

Alena had one last line of defense. She shut her eyes tightly against the debauchery before her and tried to ignore the throbbing Need she felt building between her legs. Her lips began to move, praying desperately to her god. This didn't seem to affect the succubi aside from making them laugh.

"Your god is impotent, my dear," Lily mocked. "He's not much better than a complete fabrication puppeted by your 'holy' men. He will not save you. He can not save you. You need to watch this; you need to know how to properly feed."

Magnolia shook her head. "Now, Marigold. There is no need to be so shy." She slipped her hand between the nun's thighs, fingertips brushing against her labia, sliding dark energy right into her sexual core. The nun's natural libido was strong, of course, but this was not simply about seducing her, and to Transform her they needed her sex drive to be more than natural. Much more.

Iris, for her part, looked partly apologetic but mostly gleeful to see the woman naked. The apologetic part was faked, it seemed, though she did her best to pretend it was not. "Oh, Marigold," she murmured. "If you do not want to be seen, I can hide you." She moved partly to the side and entangled herself slightly with Lily in order to wrap her arms around Alena and cover her breasts with her hands. Like Magnolia, where her skin touched Alena's she started to infuse the woman with bits of succubus energy. This would not be enough to change her, but it would rev up her desire to outright insane heights.

Caleldir struggled against Dahlia and Lilac, but the problem with trying to fight against his familiar was that magic was useless. She could just turn it off. He was as weak against Dahlia as he was when sealed by that mercenary. Like Alena, he had no idea what to do. Except push back against Lily's words. "Do not listen to her, Alena!" he interjected. "I know not which god you serve in the North, but we live in a world that is the outright playground of the Divine. Push back against it! Try to use your training!"

As a nun, she had to have some divine magic, right? Caleldir shuddered against Lilac's tongue. He was not able to resist either, what business had he to encourage her to do so?

A moan cut through Alena's barely audible whispered prayer. It felt wonderful. It felt horrible. It set her body aflame as she'd never experienced before. Far worse than those heated moments in her room where her wicked hands strayed to her own sex before she became a nun. Her prayer became slightly more audible after that, especially when encouraged by Caleldir.

"Her god really does seem to be impotent," Lily said, smirking and stroking the human's lovely face. "I could just walk into her nunnery without so much as discomfort. Who doesn't ward their fledgling holy people against evil? I could just walk in there and take as many nuns as I wanted to!"

Tears were freely streaming from the nun's eyes, and she began to tremble. Her prayers rose to a more audible range. "It was me, oh dear Lord above it was me and my wickedness that breached the holy wards of my home. Forgive me! Please forgive me, deliver me from this place and I promise I will be done with my beauty once and for all!"

"Shh... Don't cry. You don't have to fight your wicked nature anymore. Just let them pleasure you," Lily said in a soothing, comforting voice. Her expression, however, shone with glee. It was always fun when they fought it.

Lily's observation gave Caleldir pause, though. A nunnery not warded against succubi? But... why? The Deusterrans warded half their country against outsiders, fey, and undead. And they worshipped Eternity, who did not even directly interact with His followers. This nun had to be following some new Northern god he had not heard about, who would doubtlessly be giving spells and miracles to his clerics right and left, as gods did in this world. Alena's tearful explanation that she had caused the wards to be breached seemed an insufficient explanation.

Then again, he did not do his best thinking while receiving a blowjob.

"I wonder what wickedness may have invited succubi to you," Magnolia teased. Her soft, strong hands began prying Alena's legs apart so that she could get her head down between them. "Maybe it has something to do with how wet you are right now..."

"If your god does not want you to have your beauty, I do not think that is a God worth worshipping," Iris said seriously and sympathetically while she continued to play with the nun's nipples.

Alena was not a particularly strong human; she could not prevent her legs from being parted by one of the lecherous women who had her captive. It caused fear and shame to settle like a heavy pit in her gut. But it also made her hotter, driving her to heights of arousal she had not thought possible and could not conceive of getting worse. Then, in the next moment, it was worse.

She realized that her prayers were being heard and mocked by the demons around her. Her lips clamped shut lest they overhear and continue to say awful things like that blue-haired demon said.

Her eyes went from the women molesting her body over to the space where that man - Caleldir, she thought they introduced him as - was being likewise treated. He had been trying to give her words of encouragement, but something had made him go silent. Probably the distraction of that purple-haired demon having his manhood halfway down her throat. Alena licked her lips. Then, horrified, stamped down the thoughts that began to flit across her mind.

Caleldir watched Alena's expressions of terror, lust, guilt, and despair with sinking horror of his own. Not that he could watch her much longer. The succubi had mostly forgotten about him, instead focused on their newest 'recruit', mostly using him as an accessory to her corruption.

Lilac wasn't going to stop at a blowjob. Once she saw that fleeting look of lust in the human's eyes, she lifted her mouth from him with a light 'pop.' "You see how well-formed he is, Marigold? Don't you wish you were in my place? Well, I can make you even more jealous." She and Dahlia both swiveled Caleldir around and pushed him flat against the ground face-up so that 'Marigold' could have a full view of Lilac sitting on his lap with her legs spread and pussy displayed proudly. Caleldir protested, of course, but couldn't really resist. Dahlia ended up off to the side, holding one of Caleldir's arms down gently by firmly. Lilac took his cock in her hands and teased him against her soft, wet, hairless sex. "Wouldn't you like to feel this cock deep inside you, Marigold? We can make it happen. We will make it happen."

Magnolia probably would have continued saying cruelly mocking things to Alena herself, but her tongue was quickly otherwise occupied. The succubus got her head between Alena's thighs and began licking and sucking on Alena's clitoris, as well as thrusting a very long, very strong tongue deep inside her.

The human was about to say something more but cut off abruptly when she felt the strange sensation of another female's mouth against her sex. She let out another groan. It felt amazing. It felt weird. That was clearly not a human tongue. It was apparent that some form of shape-shifting was going on since a normal mouth would have been unable to fit the velvety wat, warm, snake-like organ sliding and pulling and thrusting into Alena's core. Everything that demon did felt good - and the tongue trick was amazingly wicked - but the human responded more to the attention paid to her clit. "Please, stop!" Alena said desperately. "You're going to make me-" She shuddered and clenched her teeth, resisting orgasm with all the willpower she had left. It was difficult between the sensations between her legs and the erotic sight of that purple-haired demon playing with poor Caleldir's manhood. Alena knew that she wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Iris, for her part, was kissing Alena's shoulders, neck, and the side of her face. When her lips tickled at Alena's ear, the succubus giggled. "Do not worry. Soon all that useless shame and guilt you are feeling will be gone. Gone in a wave of irresistible, overwhelming, undeniable, delightful pleasure."

"I ask again, please leave me out of this!" Caleldir pleaded with Dahlia. Not that he expected his familiar to listen.

"But we're turning her from a tortured, weak human mistreated by her people and made to feel shame for things she had no control over, Caleldir," Dahlia explained in what she hoped would be a comforting tone. She had a feeling it would not bring her master solace despite her intent. "This is a beautiful thing. Beautiful and illuminating. You should be thanking us." She leaned forward to kiss Caleldir on the forehead affectionately.

Iris continued whispering to Alena. "Yes, Marigold, my sister. We have all had that cock inside of us, and soon you will too. It was so very delightful. Watch as Lilac takes the man into her, imagining that dick stretching out your own needy pussy."

"This is wrong, forcing her to be ruled by her desires and not her reason!" Caleldir protested.

He would have gone into some important philosophical monologue, but he was cut off by the purple-haired succubus when she lifted herself up to press the head of his cock against her core. Then, slowly, so Marigold could watch her engulf every inch, Lilac pressed her body down. "He feels amazing, my future sister," she breathed. "And he likes it too, though he protests. Let yourself go. Cum. Then we will let you have a ride."

Although Magnolia was determined to get Alena to orgasm, her focus was not just on that. She also wanted to very gently pry open her hymen so that her first cock would not cause any pain. In this sinking into depravity, jolts of pain like that could steel her resistance. In theory. Once Magnolia had worked on Alena's vagina to the extent that she wanted to, she attacked the nun's clitoris with enthusiastic ministrations, forcing the orgasm past Alena's resistance.

Iris, of course, kept whispering into the woman's ear. "Isn't it a lovely, beautiful sight? Watching a woman like one of our sisters take her pleasure? I know the only time I ever get tired of watching such a thing is when I want to be a participant. But sometimes it is nice to just enjoy another's pleasures." She kept kissing Alena's face and neck.

Alena, of course, had no idea what the full intent of the demonic women could be. She hadn't even yet conceived of the possibility that she might be having sex with the male across from her. How could they make that happen, when it was clear that both of them did not want to be participants in the human's corruption? All she knew what that that tongue rolling against the outside of her sex felt sinfully good, and that a tongue inside her felt strange, stretching, and a different kind of good. She tried to squirm away from the other woman's mouth, but only managed to roll her hips against her tongue as if she was encouraging this terrible, dirty act. So Alena forced herself to stillness, clenched her teeth, and tried to ignore what was happening to her.