Drow's Dilemma Ep. 113: Ceremony

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 113: Ceremony

On the day of the ceremony, about a half-hour before the event was to take place, the invited noble drow in simple robes and their attendants began to arrive at the cave-manor of Duskhaven. Tsabdrin, as the only known surviving male of the house, was tasked with the duty of escorting people to where they needed to go and placing their discarded garments in an organized closet. Selene had also convinced Sornamal to assist Tsabdrin with his duties, citing the fact that a former Consort sometimes did have a part in the ceremony of the following Consort if he was still alive. Both father and son were allowed clothing during their tasks, which made both of them far more comfortable with their duties.

Caleldir and Abanonda were waiting in the wings. Caleldir, of course, was extremely nervous, Ms. Blackdawn far less so.

"It is a pity that we have had so little time together to talk," Abanonda said cheerfully to Caleldir as she shrugged out of the robe that was her only garment. "My Great-Great-Great Grandmother Nirza, though I never met her, wrote a lot about you. We all grew up hearing stories about the Master Librarian who had trained Matriarch Nirza in magic, who now was a cursed ghost. We did send in several expeditions to try to save you, but they never worked. Old Goelon was too powerful and sadistic." Her hands went to the straps on his shirt, then pressed in to interrupt his clothing rune (Althaia had told her about that).

"Sorry about that," Caleldir said with a bit of shame, and not just from his nudity. He tried not to stare at the naked drow woman. She was closer to Althaia's dark elven disguise than she was to an ordinary drow, with that painful, near unearthly faerie attractiveness about her. "Nirza and Faraia were amazing students."

"Ah, Faraia," Abanonda shook her head. "She ended up more attached to your legend than Nirza is, due to, well..."

"I know," Caleldir said gloomily.

Sensing the sadness and guilt in Caleldir's voice, Abanonda quickly changed the topic. "But that is in the past, the long past. Seeing you now, it is difficult to think of you as just a tragic legend." She looked up and down Caleldir's naked form. "And I can see why the ancient Matriarch had a crush on you. Even if you were wearing clothes back then."

Caleldir blushed, but Abanonda just giggled, surprisingly girlishly given her usual demeanor. "Do not be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Not personally. The ancient Blackdawns adopted you for what you did for Nirza, and now I am honored to call you cousin."

That drew a genuine, fond smile of remembrance from Caleldir. "And I am honored to call you sister as well."

Abanonda swallowed and pulled Caleldir into a tight embrace. It was as chaste and familial as could be between two very naked members of opposite sexes, but when Ms. Blackdawn pulled away, the desire in her eyes, and the sheen of moisture between her legs, showed that it was a struggle for her to keep it so. The drow woman drew several deep breaths, then slapped herself.

"Too many women already around him. Far too many," she muttered to herself. Another deep breath, then a smile.

Caleldir had decided that the most diplomatic thing to do would be to pretend to not notice Abanonda's little struggle.

The hall began to fill with people and the polite, soft murmurs of them amusing themselves with conversation. At the appointed time, Dahlia strutted out in all her naked, full-succubus glory from a side-passage near the main platform. "If you would all kindly draw your conversations to a close, the ceremony will begin shortly." Then she stood off to one side with an expectant grin on her face.

A minute or so later, Dahlia's voice again rang through the now quieted hall. "The High Priestess Hadlyn Oliriy," she announced and watched as the Priestess made her way down the aisle at a stately speed with respectful music accompanying her. Hadlyn took her place at the center of the platform just behind the table where Caleldir was to lie, then shrugged off her shining white robe to let it puddle on the floor behind her. "The Lady Ashyr Duskhaven, Matron of Duskhaven," was the next announcement, followed by Ashyr similarly walking down the aisle (trying to hide a grin) and taking her place at the foot of the raised mattress. Then she, too, slipped out of her robes and into nudity. "The Ladies of Duskhaven: Selene and Sidhriia." They followed the other two's path and stood next to Dahlia. When they shed their robes, Ylene quietly took her place beside the obviously and very heavily pregnant Selene.

Then it was time for Caleldir to be escorted down. The music changed, and Dahlia made the announcement: "The Lady Abanonda Blackdawn, and her Consort gift to Duskhaven!"

"Well, shall we go?" Abanonda asked.

"Yes, let us head on in," Caleldir said in a resigned tone.

Abanonda took his arm and the two stepped out into the aisle.

"A Consort ceremony seems different from a marriage ceremony," Abanonda whispered to Caleldir in that heavily archaic dialect of Undercommon that the Blackdawns spoke among themselves. It was unchanged from twelve hundred years ago when Caleldir had first learned the language.

"You have no idea," Caleldir said dryly.

Ashyr was the only drow on the stage who had to struggle with staying properly serene as she watched Caleldir and Abanonda make their way down the aisle naked. She could imagine just how uncomfortable her mate - soon to be Consort! - was feeling around this time. The Matron of Duskhaven managed, mostly, with a mere soft smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth. When the Blackdawns made it to the stage, Ashyr stepped forward to make a short bow to Abanonda.

"I thank you for this gift," she intoned. "House Duskhaven will forever remember this gesture."

"House Blackdawn is honored to give him," Abanonda said serenely. As usual, her accent was interesting in comparison to Ashyr's.

Then she held out a hand for a slightly nervous-looking Caleldir to take to keep himself balanced as he stepped onto the stage and then onto the raised mattress. Her part completed for the time, Ashyr returned to the foot of the mattress.

"As is customary, I will inspect the offering to determine if he is fit," Hadlyn announced. That said, she reached for something hidden under the table and produced a small, ornate jar. She opened it and poured some of the sweet-smelling, oily contents into the palm of her hand. The High Priestess rubbed that between her hands until the substance was warmed and slightly more aromatic. Then those hands went straight to Caleldir's manhood to rub the warm, tingling oil into his shaft and stones. His cock eagerly sprung to life despite his nerves. There was a moment where her brow furrowed with concentration until a soft, magical pressure encased his sex for a moment. Then it was gone with only the sensation of slickness to remind him of the oil's presence.

Now that he was properly prepared, Hadlyn mounted the mattress and straddled him. She took his oiled cock and rubbed it gently against her clit and down to tease at her entrance. This was repeated for several teasing moments until both their sexes were covered in the oil. Then, finally, she pressed his lower head into her fully, then slid down and engulfed him with elegant smoothness. After that, she wasted no time in rolling her hips at a moderately fast pace. She tried to keep her face serene, but she couldn't quite hide the pleasure she clearly felt from their coupling.

Caleldir gasped out in pleasure to feel her slide over him. She was a very beautiful woman and being much nicer than the last time he had sex in front of a large audience like this. That said, he did not really participate in the sex; he mostly just lied there. He would have done something, but at least for this part of the ceremony, he was not supposed to.

Abanonda looked very uncomfortable standing on the stage a few yards away. And even more aroused than before.

Such was her arousal that High Priestess Hadlyn didn't take long to reach climax riding Caleldir. She didn't give much outward sign of it - she was a more dignified sexual performer than that - but Caleldir could to feel the subtle twitch of her body and the pulsing of her core. But it wasn't until she saw that he orgasmed as well did she remove herself and dismount the platform. True to her word, none of his seed spilled inside her. Instead, Caleldir felt a peculiar pressure and a greater desire for sex than before in order to get rid of that pressure.

"I deem him able to perform under pressure. Caleldir Blackdawn will be a fit Consort for Duskhaven in this matter," Hadlyn concluded in an official voice and with a small, satisfied smile. "Matron Ashyr of Duskhaven, you may perform the rite of binding. When his seed spills inside you, he will be bound to your House as Consort."

Ashyr nodded, and the grin she had been trying to stifle broke across her face. Then she crawled onto the mattress and on top of Caleldir. Her crimson eyes met his blue with a deep love that was colored only slightly by mischief. He gave her a happy but rather embarrassed smile. This time his hands went to her hips to caress her a bit, but he refrained from too much enthusiasm in front of everyone.

She wasted no time in pressing herself down on his still oil-slick (but no longer magically inhibited) cock. Ashyr's style of riding was very different than Hadlyn's. Ashyr moved with less conscious elegance and more raw pleasure and experience. And, while she made love to him, her eyes were locked on his. It was perhaps a good thing that speech wasn't permitted at this time. Otherwise, Ashyr would have been tempted to confess her scandalous amounts of love and affection in front of everyone for the male who was moments away from being her Consort. After a few minutes, he forgot that there was anyone there but Ashyr and him, eyes as deeply entwined as their bodies. He began thrusting and caressing in his more usual manner: intense but understated. As he did, his control over his nymphen aura slipped a bit and began to leak through.

The crowd was clearly beginning to be caught up in the arousal of the moment. They shifted in their seats restlessly, most trying to resist the urge to touch themselves. Not all of them were successful. At least they seemed to be enjoying the display for the most part; boring Consort ceremonies were always small tragedies.

Meanwhile, Abanonda was feeling things even more intensely than most of the aroused audience, fidgeting a bit and looking very much as if she wanted to peel off to her bunk.

Once Ashyr got over her hangups when it came to sex, she always found herself wondering how she could even associate Caleldir with... the experiences she'd had before. He was just so beautiful and passionate. This time, on a raised table in front of everyone, was no different. She stared entranced at Caleldir's near-blinding faerie aura with an obvious love and adoration that everyone would have noticed if they were looking at her. They were not. All eyes were on the Consort, and more than one pit of envy settled in some of their hearts. If he would have known that everyone was watching him enviously, Caleldir would have been extremely self-conscious. But, fortunately, he did not notice that, and was able to keep his focus on Ashyr. The crowd channeled that energy more or less productively by touching their already naked bodies far more than necessary. Too much longer, and the orgy would break out right here before the ceremony was even properly completed.

Thankfully, Ashyr and Caleldir finished before that terribly uncouth unraveling of control could happen. The subtle sensation of Caleldir's manhood pumping into her caused a chain reaction in Ashyr's body. She shuddered, and temporarily fell across his chest.

"The ceremony is complete! Caleldir of Blackdawn will now be called Caleldir, Consort of Duskhaven. He will also take the name for himself," Hadlyn announced triumphantly.

This was Ashyr's cue to dismount her new Consort. The telltale signs of cum glistened on his member and dripped down Ashyr's dark leg for all to see that things had been done properly. "Let the party begin!" Ashyr called out with a self-satisfied grin. "As for us, the women of Duskhaven will continue the party here!"

Caleldir sat back up and looked around. And promptly blushed rather extraordinarily. This was the downside to having pale skin, he remembered. Last time he had been in this sort of situation he had been Drow-shaded.

Which was Ylene's cue to step up and, clearly conscious of the crowd that was finally falling into orgy, began stroking Caleldir's smooth flesh. She was nervous but seemed determined.

On the mattress, Caleldir gave Ylene - and Selene behind her - a smile. He was now conscious of the crowd, and trying not to be. "You do not have to do this if you do not want to, Ylene," he said gently. Despite his words, his cock was rather quickly hardening again.

"I am a bit torn," Abanonda, still standing off to the side, said dryly. "On the one hand, this is rather a horrifyingly scandalous way to do things. On the other hand, it does liven up a sometimes dull ceremony." She shifted to the side, away from the orgy. The other Blackdawns did as well, silently and subtly filing out before things got too intense. Abanonda stayed, though.

"Best marriage ceremony ever," Althaia said cheerfully. "Look forward to taking part." She sidled up next to Sidhriia, giving the pale drow an affectionate squeeze.

"It does liven things up," Hadlyn agreed with Abanonda, smiling serenely. Mostly serenely. There was a naughty quirk to one side of her mouth. "Not that I have ever witnessed a 'marriage,' though I have some idea what that entails. Less sex, for one. No after ceremony orgy." The High Priestess grinned a little more broadly. "And the officiant doesn't get to have sex with the Consort-to-be. That was quite enjoyable. Caleldir is quite the male, even if he isn't drow. Have you tasted him? I understand you officially refer to him as 'cousin.'"

Normally, Abanonda had a lot of control over her expression. Now that control was in serious danger of slipping. She was deeply envious of Hadlyn right now. "That is not something that Ellistraee usually has Her priestesses do... I think?" She shook her head. "I mean, I have never heard of it. I suppose She could be changing the rules?" The Blackdawn woman sighed, and continued on a bit morosely. "No, I have never had sex with Caleldir. My great-great-great grandmother had a crush on him. I grew up hearing stories about him. It is surreal to see him in the flesh. And naked. And having sex." Her tone indicated that it was more than simply surreal.

"It is what my culture does," Hadlyn said with a half-shrug. "I do not think Eilistraee disapproves; it is what our people expect and does not cause the male any harm. It is a great honor to have a priestess pay attention to you in that way." But the topic of having sex with Caleldir was far more interesting to the High Priestess at that moment. "You definitely should, if you get the chance. I have a feeling that Ashyr will allow you temporary rights. As for me... well, I can have him as often as time allows." She licked her lips. "Perks of being High Priestess."

Once again, Abanonda seemed to be very conflicted, and having trouble keeping that from being obvious on her expression. On one hand, the Blackdawns had absorbed some Deusterran mores. On the other hand, they had fae natures. And between them, Ellistraee's actual orders were rather on the pragmatic side. Maybe this would be how things would be done from this point on? If so, the position of Priestess would be a very attractive one.

"I will... keep that in mind," Abanonda said slowly.

"Do so," Hadlyn suggested. "Now, I do have some duties to attend to." She looked out across the sea of sex a bit regretfully. "Perks and drawbacks..." she muttered as she flowed off the stage and into the side door.

"Perks and drawbacks..." Abanonda muttered in turn. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing over at the maelstrom of sex in the audience. She swallowed. Her libido was actually even greater than that of most drow, due to faerie blood, and this scene was having a powerful effect on her. She really had to get going. Get out of here. In... in a moment.

At center stage, Ylene blinked. Didn't have to do this if she didn't want to? Self-conscious as she was, there was no question whether she wanted to couple with Caleldir again or not. And then there was the other thing... For a moment, Ylene looked Caleldir in the eye and it seemed as if her eyes flashed Selene-red. In the background, Selene was looking on with a vague expression. "I want this," Ylene said, and it almost sounded like Selene's voice.

The familiar crawled up on the table to begin sensuously licking Caleldir's shaft until it shone with wetness.

He blinked. "Huh. I wonder if I could do that with Dahlia," Caleldir managed to say before becoming thoroughly engrossed in the catgirl's tongue. Then his thoughts were elsewhere. The grey-skinned catgirl was as attractive as always...

"Anyone with enough power can do this, and to several degrees," Ylene's Selene-like voice said. "We are both Here, for the most part. Both Feeling."

Caleldir blinked. "Co-possession? That is rather surreal." No wonder a familiar was allowed to take the place of their contractor in situations like this.

But it was a topic for another time; Ylene's arousal demanded that they line themselves up and slide down to engulf his cock. They rode with Selene's confidence, though it was Ylene's voice that gasped and moaned. Ylene was better at sex with Selene's skill. It was not long before he was gasping and thrusting into her as well, and only a few delightful minutes before he orgasmed. Again.

Thank his mother for faerie vitality.

Among other things, Ylene enjoyed Selene's ease of orgasm - apparently a psychological thing rather than a physical - and orgasmed twice while riding Caleldir. The both of them were well satisfied when they were done. Ylene gave Caleldir a brief kiss, which he met, then she dismounted the platform.

Sidhriia stepped up next, in her silent way. She wasted no time in crawling up onto Caleldir's mattress. She offered him a smile as her hands explored his body.

He sat up a bit, raising his hand to brush against her in turn. She was a bit of an unexpected addition. She was not as likely to have sex with him as the other Duskhaven women by a huge margin. When she did get with him, she always seemed rather distracted. He had thought on more than one occasion that she probably wanted to have sex with someone else rather than him.

-I will ask the same question as I did Ylene: are you sure about this?- He signed gently to the pale drow. -You do not have to have sex with me up here, after all.-

Riia paused, tilted her head, and thought for a moment. -I wish to be Duskhaven,- she responded. Then not-quite-formed thoughts and feelings filtered through the minor mental connection she had established with Caleldir. If this was not ceremonial, it would not have been her first choice to come up there. But this was the best way to be publicly declared as Duskhaven. It was important that she be connected with the house, especially if her inclination was to move away sometime in the near future. Greater bonds could be formed. That communicated, Sidhriia smiled. There was one last feeling: arousal. She wasn't sacrificing much at all in coming up here. So, she mounted him and began riding in her own inexpert but genuine way.