Drow's Dilemma Ep. 120: Return

Caleldir knew what Naliira meant. At least she was a little amused, even if she concealed it.

Moving on from that, Caleldir carefully looked over the cybernetics and skin mixture. It was an arcano-engineering marvel. Dryads even more than most other nymph-kind were made more of magic than biology, with variable forms and physically manifesting soul-auras. The ability to merge the lines of magitech into the soul-biology was amazing. To be able to replace her lungs with more advanced filtration had to have been a monumental undertaking since she breathed as much from her tree as from her manifested physical form. It was all very impressive, and Caleldir was loaded with questions.

"Incredibly impressive, but still clearly done with resources insufficient to fully make use of the obvious skill," he finally concluded. "Risa will definitely be able to help you with all this." Caleldir mused, looking over the technology. "Nature and engineering fused to this degree is a work of art, but there is more to be done to get rid of the problems of inalienable incompatibility." He sighed. "That will be something to do after we finish purifying this place, though."

The mecha-dryad listened to his assessment, nodding at the correct times. Caleldir's words were accurate. She had done what she could - the most that she could - with the resources and time available to her. And, after it was all over, she had every intention of doing whatever she needed to improve herself. With an artificial demigoddess to help, she had every confidence that, if they survived the purification of Deusterra, Naliira (and her tree, naturally) would become a modern marvel. The envy of biological and mechanical creatures alike.

It was at this point that Caleldir remembered that he had a half-naked dryad astride him. He blushed, as sudden arousal pooled into his groin.

Caleldir might be able to forget for a moment that she was naked astride him, but to Naliira the cool air and the warm body beneath her were constant reminders of her position. The male caught up eventually, and she could see the exact moment of his realization. It was enough to make her snort softly in amusement.

"This is the part where I instruct you to remove your clothing under the pretense of study, but I am mostly familiar with your form," she said with a smile. "So, may we drop the pretense?" This time, she would be absolutely sure that Caleldir didn't mind going along with what she wanted.

Yep, Naliira was back to her old self in most ways now, Caleldir observed to himself. Not that she was sexually propositioning him back in the day, but her mannerisms were the same. That weirded him out for a moment. Naliira, who was almost like a grandmother to him...

He shook his head and smiled at her. Once a grandmother-like figure to him or not, Naliira did not look a day over twenty-five in that ageless way all ancient fey had, and he had already made a child with her anyway. This Naliira might have little resemblance to the Naliira he had had sex with, but she was still Naliira. Caleldir took a deep breath, and his clothes melted away. "You may drop the pretense," he said. "Forgive my hesitation, this is a bit strange for me."

Naliira smiled serenely. "Then drop it I shall. I suppose I am more used to age differences than you are. Do not be intimidated; my past experiences will not cause me to judge you negatively. I already know you to be an extraordinary man."

Caleldir frowned a bit at Naliira's words, but only a bit. Mostly he felt that she had slightly misread his hesitations. It was not her generalized experience that made this weird, but their specific experience together.

With that, the dryad shifted off of Caleldir's lap and let her dress pool on the ground in front of the sofa they had been occupying. She stepped out of the elegant heap of fabric, took both of Caleldir's hands in both of hers, and led him towards a very familiar place: the bedroom. She walked backward with natural ease without her eyes having to stray from Caleldir's body. Which, by appearances, she seemed to appreciate very much.

Once in her bedroom, she turned Caleldir towards the bed. She didn't instruct him to do the obvious and lie down. Instead, soft vines embraced him from behind and gently pulled him back to the perfect softness of the mattress. Naliira followed his path until she was in the favored position of all her race and sister races: on top of him, straddling his hips. Her hand then grasped his cock and gently, experimentally, fondled him.

Ah, yes. This was more like it. Caleldir relaxed a bit as the vines grabbed him. Heh. Desperate to make sure that he consented to everything and did not resent her as she was, Naliira was still a dryad, and fond of tying lovers up in vines. Caleldir's eyes drank in her exotically cyborg form. She really was a work of art. A very sexy work of art.

Since he seemed to be at ease - or as much as he would be - Naliira let herself be carried away in the moment. And an important moment it was; she was finally, actually sane and could, at last, enjoy a man between her legs for the first time in hundreds of years. How she missed it! With restrained eagerness, she lifted her body and pressed the head of his cock into the groove of her pussy. She was aroused and easily slick enough to work him into her body with relative ease. Body and biology prompted her to lift herself up and down on him, to feel the movement instead of just savoring the fullness of her core.

Thus she rode him unassisted for a time. But, dryad as she was, delicate vines could not resist helping the two of them along the way. They were so much softer and gentler than the mad branches of partially corrupted oak that had helped her take him against his will those months ago. Instead, they were lush and green and caressing - both against Caleldir's form and Naliira's. There would be no mistaking just what kind of creature Caleldir was being bedded by.

Nallira's enthusiasm was intoxicating, and Caleldir found himself participating rather enthusiastically. As much as he could while being tied down like this. Mostly, he writhed in pleasure and moaned a lot.

An indeterminate time of pleasure later, the vines tightened slightly, and together she and her vine-assistants brought the pace up as her body neared release. Naliira's body proved well-able to flush a reddish hue despite her half-mechanical nature. Then her body shuddered and clamped down against him, which only made her motions more desperate and erratic until she rode out her orgasm and slowed to stillness.

The dryad seemed perfectly content with lying down on top of Caleldir and just enjoying their naked flesh pressed together. The time just after sex when their hearts were still beating and their breath still heavy was hardly appropriate for long conversation. Better to enjoy the afterglow and each other's company.

For a few long moments, the two of them were silent, but Caleldir eventually felt the need to break the quiet. "Your uncorrupted self is very different than your corrupted one in bed," he observed. He heard her inhale deeply, almost as if she had been on the verge of sleeping and now struggled to bring herself back to consciousness. He continued anyway; it was an important conversation. "But both personalities have their sexual charms." He had liked the savage ravishment that Naliira had done before. Not better than this, but he had liked it. "This version of you is a faaaaar better conversationalist, though." He gave her a grin. Then he was serious, and his expression took on one of concern. "I am afraid that I cannot be a very committed husband to you. At least not an exclusive one. How... how do you feel about this?"

"Yes, I am aware of you other... well, 'wives.' The part of me pretending to be an elf protested to the idea on principle rather than feeling; elf women do not share as much. Yet I, as a fae creature in mind and body, rather expect my husband to have other wives if he is likewise fae. Your combination of race and gender is too rare to think otherwise." She kissed his jaw lightly. "One day, we may be together very often. But for the immediate future, I know your other wives will receive more of your attention. I will manage the city, you will go on ahead, and they with you." Naliira yawned. "It is as it should be..."

Caleldir nodded. "I understand." He sighed and gave her a light squeeze. "Thank you once more for being so understanding. And yes, one day I hope that we can all be together very often. That day is not today, though, as you say." With that, he disentangled himself from the nodding-off dryad. One last kiss and he took his leave.