Drow's Dilemma Ep. 111: Old Flame

"That does sound ideal! Plus, it seems that he has had sex with almost as many women as you have," Alycyrl said playfully, nudging Ashyr. "Nowhere near as many as me, though. But you will have to tell me about how you met him and all about your sexual escapades since we were last together! As far as what I have been up to, well, I converted to Ellistraeanism. Mostly for all the Dark Elf naked moon dances. I have also been sleeping around the court of this Clachleomite noblewoman who is secretly a Succubus and has several disguised Cambions and Succubi around her. She actually sent me here to spy on you all. I was happy to find out that the 'Drow Invasion' was led by you instead of something my self-important cousin dreamed up. Anyway, how about those 'private accommodations' now? We have a lot of... shall I say, 'catching up' to do!"

"Alright, alright. I suppose I can include you in the 'trusted companions' category," Ashyr finally allowed with a naughty smirk. "It sounds like we have a lot of actually important things to talk about." Secret Succubi. Cambions. Clachleomite Court. Selene would be angry if Ashyr didn't milk every single detail she could from Alycyrl. But all that was for secret conversation. The two of them circled back through the city streets while Ashyr filled Aly in on her interesting, non-information-sensitive sexcapades.

Alycyrl was very interested in Ashyr's adventures, both of the sexy and non-sexy kind. Though, the banished royal was consistent in her focus on the various women that Ashyr had slept with. She was also interested in Caleldir, and occasionally asked questions about the succubi she had seen flitting around New Duskhaven.

They soon found themselves in the rooms that Alycyrl had rented, did the necessary rituals to keep listening ears from hearing them, and get to the more juicy information. Ashyr gave a few more details about her adventures that she didn't want the public to hear about. For Selene's sake, she also did her best to explain new Duskhaven's intentions in the best light possible as far as Clachleom was concerned. If they absolutely had to interact with them, they preferred it to be as allies. She left out her recent misadventure in Hell, though, and her son that was the result. It was and would remain a secret from everyone who wasn't in Ashyr's close inner circle that she had given birth to the offspring of the one who destroyed Old Duskhaven.

As for the 'sensitive information' that Ashyr wanted from her, Alycyrl did not have much more to say. Some succubi had taken over a Clachleomite duchy and seemed to be lying low. Alycyrl felt that they seemed content to feed off of the populace and warp their culture to be a more sexual one without the populace fully aware that they had been taken over. She also noted that this particular clan of succubi seemed to be native to the Material Plane rather than the Abyss or the Hells, so it was inaccurate to even call them demons. She had no more information, except that she liked the Duchess herself, and the succubi had not officially acknowledged that she knew their true nature. She would probably head back and report on New Duskhaven to the Duchess now that she had all the information she needed on it.

"Normally, I would probably just leave them wondering as to what had become of me and stay now that I know you are in charge here, Young Ashyr," Alycyrl said idly. "But the Succubus Duchess Lady Sorcha Morganach is really hot and an amazing lay, and in memory of all the nights I have had with her and her handmaidens I feel the need to actually do the mission she charged me with. She 'trusts' me for whatever reason. I am not sure why."

Ashyr affected a scandalized expression and said in a shocked tone, "Maybe... you've become trustworthy! Well. I suppose you could always be trusted to do certain things and act a certain way... but now it seems that you can be trusted to be useful to someone else!" Ashyr clicked her tongue chidingly. "What would your mother say..."

"My mother would have disowned me long ago if my aunt had not killed her for the throne when I was a mere apprentice sorceress," Alycyrl shrugged. "My cousin would have probably killed me too instead of only banishing me for my behaviors if I had not helped her off her mother for the throne and given up all claim to it. But she trusted me too. Trusted that I would sleep with every attractive woman in the court and would not torture, kill, or betray anyone I had slept with who had not betrayed me first. That included her, of course, but I had become a liability. Up here, following Ellistraea, I suppose that I have to actually keep my word and whatnot. I am Drow no longer, I suppose. I became a Dark Elf instead." She sighed, looking uncharacteristically glum

Alycyrl shook that all away and turned to Ashyr with a fierce lust in her eyes while shrugging out of her clothes. She looked a lot like Selene, except shorter and with a more curvaceous figure (though not the equal of the succubi or nymphs). She looked softer, younger, cleaner, and healthier than she had a century ago. "Let us not think on any of that for an hour or so, though. Instead..."

"Damn, you've been busy," Ashyr commented while she likewise stripped out of her clothes. "Didn't know you were so close to the throne, but I'm not surprised you didn't go for it. Compared to being Queen of Drow, I have it easy."

"I would rather not think on that right now," Aly just about purred as she pulled Ashyr into a very lewd embrace. "That is a century behind me. You are in front of me right now. We both have things we want to forget. And yours are far fresher, I sense."

The ranger couldn't argue with that. Both of them fell into old habits very quickly. Ashyr was used to being the dominant one most of the time, but with Aly, it was quite the opposite. Aly liked to dominate, but in a gentle manner that most drow found extremely strange; she got off on getting other people off. In the beginning, Ashyr had found it delightfully kinky. It was what kept the young ranger around, in fact. Now she knew that it wasn't actually unusual. Drow were just terrible. More and more, Ashyr understood the distinction between the Aralolthian Drow Elves and the Ellistraean Dark Elves. And it appeared that she was actually the latter.

"That was great as always," Ashyr said with a smirk once the two of them had spent about an hour 'reacquainting themselves with each other. She turned her head to look at Aly lying on the other side of the mattress. "So what do you plan to do now? How long are you staying?"

Alycyrl, recovering her breath after their 'session', considered. "Not much longer. I have gathered my information - or at least all that I feel like telling my 'mistress' - and right now I have just been enjoying my time vacationing among the people of Duskhaven. Looking up old friends. I made a list of all of our old acquaintances who survived Duskhaven's fall. For some reason, all of them that were alive at the time of the cave-in survived it. I think that non-evil inhabitants of the city were more likely to live. Maybe because they made it to Ellistraea's avatar faster?" She shook her head with amusement.

"Anyway, I have already met with most of them, but there are a few more I wanted to greet before heading back. How is Selene doing these days? Still as stiff as ever? It was hilarious to pull rank on her to get her to do something she was uncomfortable with. She had an unhealthy respect for rank."

"Selene is doing better than ever now, I think. She lost her daughter in the coup in addition to other terrible things happening to her - you know how those things go - but it seemed to open her up to forming closer bonds with myself and Caleldir. Sometimes I get a bit envious of just how well she relates to Caleldir, both of them being lovers of magic and research. Oh, and she's pregnant with his first daughter, which she is extremely happy about. Still has that 'unhealthy' respect for rank, though. Some things never change," Ashyr explained

"She had a daughter, then lost her?" Aly said sympathetically. "That is very sad. Glad to hear that she is doing well now, though. I should settle down and have a few children too at some point." She pursed her lips. "And, I admit, I would like to meet with this Caleldir that everyone talks about-"

"Those two thoughts better not be connected!" Ashyr interjected more playfully than seriously. "Selene is already annoyed at the number of people Caleldir is reproducing with. She would be beyond pissed if I gave more people breeding rights."

Aly laughed. "I suppose that I phrased that poorly. Or perfectly, perhaps. Breeding with this Caleldir had not occurred to me. However, now that you mention it..." She wagged her eyebrows suggestively. "But Selene is not wrong. Half the city is in fearful love with him. Practically every woman I have talked to wished to get him between her legs. And a large number have. I heard about his time in Dinoryn from a few of the women there, who were a mixture of bashful and boastful. Boastful because they had sex with the most desired male in the city, bashful because it was rape and nowadays that is frowned on by people who enthusiastically raped and murdered a month ago. Bunch of hypocrites. It is hilarious. All his old rapists have nothing but good things to say about him, but I am not sure if that is real, or because he is now known to be some sort of demigod who can kill them all with a glance if he wanted to."

Ashyr laughed. "Caleldir is pretty special. I think it's his fae aura that usually slips out whenever he's in sexual situations. It usually has quite an impression on people. Hell, that Carlotta that I mentioned couldn't help but be aroused by him even though men usually don't strike her fancy."

The thought of Carlotta made Ashyr pause for a moment as an idea occurred to her. A wicked grin spread across her face. "I think I know the perfect way for you to meet him..."

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Caleldir rolled up the finished diagram. "Dahlia? Could you send this to the Second Excavation team by evening? As it is outside, R.I.S.A. is not really suited for this sort of thing. You can have one of the Seduction do it if you like." He rolled out another diagram, sighing. "Leave for a few days, and the work piles up. Let's see what this is about..."

A knock at the door announced Ashyr's presence as she walked into the room. Caleldir looked up from his work and smiled.

"Caleldir!" Ashyr greeted him, looking over his stacked desk. "You look like you need a break."

Dahlia smirked at that observation. She didn't need to be Ashyr's familiar to sense the ranger's lewd intentions. Though she didn't know the details of course. "Oh yes, Caleldir. That pile will still be there after a nice... long... lunch break."

"Ah. A 'lunch break'," Caleldir said with a chuckle. "A run around the city got your blood going, Ashyr? I suppose that this can wait." He rolled the partly-finished diagram back up and stood. "So! Where do you want us to take our luncheon?"

"Let's go into the lounge room," Ashyr decided.

"Out of Risa's dimension, then?" Caleldir verified. "I suppose that I can use some fresh air."

[My air is plenty fresh,] R.I.S.A. sniffed.

"Indeed. But the outside is still different," Caleldir responded.

One of the few rooms in the Duskhaven House just outside Risa's dimension was an area of relaxation where Ashyr and family could receive guests in a less formal setting. It had comfortable chairs and a daybed, all of which would be excellent places to have sex. Ashyr hadn't really 'broken in' the place yet: a problem she sought to remedy now that she was feeling better.

The ranger pulled Caleldir into the room, shut the door, and sat him on the daybed. Quickly she got into his lap and began kissing him thoroughly.

Caleldir met Ashyr's kisses with some fervor, his body rapidly responding to hers. After a couple of minutes, he did break the kisses, though.

"So, what is the occasion?" he asked.

"Just feeling frisky..." she told him. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. Telling him the whole truth would defeat the point. "I enjoyed all the more traditional sex we had over vacation, and now I want to step back into the kinkier stuff we used to do." As she explained this, she gently tied ropes around his wrists. The other sides of the ropes were attached to the vertical bars that decorated the back of the daybed, which forced his arms apart.

"Oh? Kinkier stuff?" Caleldir asked in amusement as he let himself be tied down. "And threesomes, foursomes, and fivesomes with Selene, Ylene, and Dahlia weren't kinky enough? Not that I am complaining. Should I resist a bit more, or should I leave the forcing to Selene?"

"For us, it's almost kinkier when there are only two people having sex at a time. But I don't want to get THAT kinky yet..." Ashyr said in a playfully mysterious tone as she secured the knots. He was now trapped in magically fortified ropes; it was time to tease him. And also interrupt that rune on his chest that kept his clothing on him.

"So, no ravishing roleplay?" Caleldir verified as his clothes vanished, his erection popping up immediately once freed. "You were never as into that aspect as Selene was." He tested the bonds. "These are pretty secure. Have them specially made?"

"I did!" said a richly feminine and aristocratic voice in the corner. "Specially made to be comfortable and durable while still being able to hold more magical humanoids in place. Though I think I will gift this set to Ashyr; she'll put them to very good use."

Alycyrl stepped out of her hiding place behind a large, low cushioned sofa. She wore nothing but a smirk on her noble face, baring the rest of her well-curved elven body to the trapped Caleldir. "Wow, Ashyr, he really is gorgeous."

Caleldir's eyes went very wide. "Uh... who are you?" he looked away from the lovely drow he did not recognize and towards Ashyr. "So... who is your friend?"

"This is Aly. Alycyrl, since you're one for full names," Ashyr introduced. She slid off his lap to snuggle up beside him, clearly leaving the seat of honor for her guest.

"Alycyrl of her own House," Aly said with a courtly curtsey. Even while naked, her mannerisms were extraordinarily Noble.

"She was kicked out of her old one because of Politics... which she couldn't quite escape even up here. She's gotten herself entrenched in the Clachleom courts. We'll hear from them very soon. But that's not why she's here."

"We go way back, Ashyr and I. Made our mark in the courts (and other places) before she even reached her first century. You might say I was one of her largest corrupting influences," Aly explained, clearly proud of herself.

Caleldir looked from the clothed Ashyr to the naked Alycyrl and back. He took a long breath. "Well, Alycyrl, it is... nice to meet you." He tested his bonds. They were very secure. He frowned. "Not in the position that I would choose to meet one of Ashyr's old friends. But since I love Ashyr, I thank you for influencing her to become the lovely woman she is."

Aly looked impressed. "Well, he's smooth, isn't he?"

The ranger only grinned in response. She was focusing on pulling her clothes off her body.

Aly straddled Caleldir without further delay. She let his cock rest against her lower stomach, feeling the smoothness and hardness of his member with clear pleasure. "You are very welcome. I rather ruined her, didn't I? Lucky for her, she ended up here instead of trapped deep in the Underdark."

"This is a better place for her than the Underdark, more because of the general tenor of the inhabitants than the scenery, which is lovely," Caleldir replied. "But all the same, I must protest: please get off of me. I would rather not have sex with yet another woman. I have been with entirely too many already."

"Bah, too many women? I don't know the meaning of the phrase," Aly said off-handedly.

"She's had sex with more women than you have, Caleldir," Ashyr laughed.

"Including that unfortunate... event... that you were subjected to," Aly confirmed. She began to run her hands across his chest very gently. After all those years, she had an instinct for being able to touch someone in the most soothing, comforting way possible. "But I'm here to remind you about the good sort of torture."

"I remember that phrase," Caleldir said with embarrassment.

Ashyr smirked. It was Aly, after all, who taught the ranger all about that concept.

Caleldir took a deep breath. "More women than me?" he asked in half disbelief. "How... how many?" He let out a long breath as Aly's hands ran over him. That felt good.

"Oh, hundreds. I stopped counting long ago. When you've got a libido like mine and live to almost three centuries while traveling across as many realms as I have, you can reach quite dizzying numbers. But we're not here to talk about other women." With that, Aly lifted her body and began to tease her molten hot sex against the tip of his equally hot erection.

"That is a lot," Caleldir said rather inanely, biting his lip as he felt her teasing. "But... please... no more. I can't agree to this." He did want it, though. "Perhaps we can talk first? Get to know each other in other ways before this?"

Aly pressed her forehead against Caleldir and ran a gentle hand across his jaw. "You ask so nicely... but if you really want to get to know me, then I can't think of a better way to do so." With that, Alycyrl let herself settle down onto Caleldir's cock, eliciting a soft gasp from him, letting him slide in slowly and smoothly. "You see, right here is my natural habitat. Pleasuring you while there's nothing you can do about it. This is what I do best."

She was not joking, either. Caleldir closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "You are very different from the last drow to do this to me while I was tied," he said through his sighs.

"I knew she would be," Ashyr whispered into his ear, though it was easily loud enough for Aly to hear too. The ranger was still beside Caleldir, sensually rubbing her hands across the upper bodies of the people next to her.

"Think of this as a palate cleanser," Aly suggested. "What they did was selfish and unpleasant. But it can be so much better... Though one thing I might want to have in common one day is getting to tie you down and breed you." Caleldir seemed to shiver at the idea, which did not go unnoticed by either Dark elf. "Now that I have you in my clutches," Aly continued with a smirk, "a breeding contract is awfully tempting... I wonder if we could draw one up right now."

Ashyr grinned but didn't respond. There was much to think about on that topic; Ashyr knew that Aly was teasing Caleldir at that moment, but the ranger would not be surprised in the least if Aly brought the actual proposal forward in the near future.

Caleldir forced himself to relax a bit. Aly was extraordinarily different, but Hael'yss's taunts still rattled through his mind. "I've had far too many children already. I'm informed that this makes me an undesirable breeding partner in drow society. I'm sure you can do far better."

"I have a feeling that I really can't..." Aly responded. She did notice Caleldir's tension. It wasn't exactly the reaction she was going for (or, at least, she didn't want him tense for long); she decided to relent on that topic for now. "But don't you worry; we will table that discussion."

Once again, Caleldir closed his eyes and let out a long breath, then opened his eyes and looked towards Ashyr. He turned his gaze to Alycyrl, still riding him, her large, perky breasts swaying with her smooth motions. "So... Alycyrl 'of her own House'? Can you tell me more about you and Ashyr's history together?"

"Now?" Aly asked, clearly amused. "You are really adamant about getting to know me."