Drow's Dilemma Ep. 123: Clockmaster

"Fine," Ashyr agreed again. "But then it's Goelon's turn." She sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck. "If the pattern holds, She is going to take him away, too, after we subdue him..."

"Probably," Selene agreed irritably. But then her sour countenance lightened a bit. "You too, Caleldra, if exacting your revenge does purify you." It was no secret that Selene wasn't a fan of the fetch. Neither was Ashyr, for that matter. Bard and Ylene, of course, shared their mistress' feelings. "And we will of course do our best to free everyone. You included," The mage added in the end, conscious of the folly of annoying 'Caleldra' too much.

Caleldra glowered at Selene, clearly getting the Drow's meaning. [I will be fine if she takes me,] she said angrily. [It would not be the first time. Or second. Or third...] She trailed off, looking pensive. Then her mannerisms snapped to sadistic glee. [Anyway, I am looking forward to raping Goelon to death. The old bastard deserves it so very much.]

"I do not think fighting Goelon will be too difficult," Althaia mused. "If nothing else, Dahlia is there and connected to him, so she can sabotage his power. For that matter, she could call on her whole Seduction to psychically drain his power through their connection. Goelon is as good as defeated. It is the Archmage, Abbot, and the Neverborn Herself that worry me."

"Dahlia... might not be entirely cooperative," Ashyr responded. "She has a mischievous streak and might play at fighting us for a little while at least. She has to do most of what her master says, after all."

"We will have to be persuasive," Selene agreed. "If we can get her riled up and horny, then we can consider him beaten; the succubus contract forbids the master from denying his familiar sexual contact. Then we can safely factor in Dahlia's draining abilities. Caleldra, you will be well-suited to this task. You are Caleldir's double, after all, and Dahlia can't resist Caleldir," the mage explained, though she clearly found the plan annoying.

"True, Dahlia does have to somewhat obey Caleldir. But, as you said, she does not have to obey him when it comes to anything sexual. Which is the key to defeating Goelon anyway. The mischievousness is far more likely to give us stress than get us defeated since I have very, very good reason to think that she wants him purified even more than we do. Once he is purified, he can be incubized. Then we will have to keep a close eye on her because I almost guarantee that she will try to kidnap him and get her Seduction to rape him into an Incubus. That takes decades with the current size of her Seduction, but still, she has the potential to be a major headache."

"Caleldir got a succubus familiar?" Nirza said incredulously. "I know he was friends with that old Cambion Rubella, but actually taking one as a familiar? But... but succubus familiars mean..."

"That you pretty much spend lots of time having kinky sex with a large number of women. Yes," Althaia said dryly, annoyed about the group of women he was having kinky sex with, instead of the women she wanted him to have kinky sex with. "It was not a voluntary contract, but Dahlia has proven quite useful so far."

"Well, I look forward to meeting her," Caleldra said gleefully, rubbing her hands together. "Seducing a succubus sounds fun. But while I do want a threesome, I want it with Nirza. Like we always wanted."

Nirza hesitated. "I... uh... I am not in my own body. This is Abanonda's body. I do not think that she will want me to have sex with her body. That is weird. And she has not had sex with Caleldir, I can tell."

"As long as you give her an excuse to have sex with him herself afterward," Althaia said dryly. "Abonanda is deeply in lust for the man. As much fae in her as there is, I am not surprised. Nymphs, Succubi, Rusalka, and all those races related to those three find him utterly irresistible. Presumably the same holds for Valkyries, but we have not yet interacted with any of them."

The nymph stood up and stretched. "Anyway, now that we have spent way too much time discussing the sex life of a monk once dedicated to chastity who has now had sex with like one hundred and fifty-odd women, let us go meet his almost asexual and completely depraved sadist of an alter-ego. Once Hadlyn is done meditating. Until then, I am going to scout a bit, see what is on the way to the Library. Selene? Mind if I borrow Ylene?"

Selene made a show of deliberation. Ylene, however, was already up and out of Selene's lap and looked eager to go explor... er, scouting. "Oh, fine. Keep her in one piece."

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Goelon was not in a good mood. The Ghost King pretty much never was, as to be himself was deeply unpleasant. Back in the old days inflicting pain on others somewhat relieved the pain that he himself felt, but since about a century or so ago not even that did anything, so there was nothing to do but to rage and mope and wish that he would just die and Caleldir could be alive again. Goelon remembered Caleldir better than Caleldir remembered Goelon, after all, and Goelon loved being Caleldir. Being Caleldir, being alive, was awesome. Even if his alter-ego was weak and squeamish, there might be something to his odd ways. Because at least he was happy. Even when miserable Caleldir's pain was nothing compared to Goelon's pain. Goelon could not wait for someone to pop around and free him again.

This time, though, he had a succubus following him around. Huh. Caleldir, the old prude, got an actual, bonafide sex demon as a familiar. Well, good for him, but as fun as sex with the rusalka had been, and as interesting as taking over for sex with Selene had been, Goelon still did not really like sex. It was a momentary, insufficient distraction from his pain that only intensified it by showing him pleasure. At least sadism dulled the pain without inflicting that cursed pleasure. Pleasure only made his pain worse.

All the same, he felt fond of the sex-demon, both for Caleldir's sake and because she seemed like a nice enough lady.

Dahlia the Succubus sat at a desk in the craziest library she had even been in. The walls seemed to whisper with the knowledge that filled a literal maze of shelves that had to have been strictly organized. But by what sort of eldritch rules was a question well beyond Dahlia's comprehension. It was the sort of place that one could get lost in by just standing still. And getting lost was a dangerous idea for everyone but herself, the random monks that haunted the place, and the Master Librarian. The ghostly, irritable figure of her master that floated through the space and glowered at anything and everything that crossed his path. With a heavy, bored sigh, Dahlia stopped tapping her feet and leaned back in her chair. All this had been interesting when she first got there, but it had been going on for quite some time now. It was time to shake things up a little.

Her mind made up, she stood, moved around the desk, and swayed into the path that she knew Goelon would 'pace' (though he floated more than walked) to next. "Master Librarian~," She said in a slightly sing-song voice. She flicked back the high ponytail that she tied her brightly red hair into - a detail which completed her idea of a librarian's secretary, from the tight but otherwise modest knit dress to the reading spectacles that sometimes slipped too low down the bridge of her nose and had to be adjusted now and then. "Don't you think it's time to stop pacing and do something a little more..." She grinned, "Productive?"

"Productive?" he asked gruffly. "Like what? There is nothing to be done. All I can do is wait for those mortals to come along and get me out of here, and I have to fight them even though I do not want to. There is nothing productive to be done. It is all pointless." Apparently, Goelon did not understand anything so alien to his mindset as innuendo.

Just as Goelon was oblivious to Dahlia's innuendo, his succubus familiar was completely unsuspecting of his real thoughts towards sex. Not that it would matter if she did have some sense of his feelings; she was entitled to his body and she lusted after him enormously, whether he be Caleldir or Goelon. Dahlia did understand that he was supremely uncomfortable in his current form and was therefore grumpy. His gruff tone neither phased nor dissuaded her from her plans.

The succubus stepped forward until her neat 'librarian' outfit brushed against his ghostly funeral shroud-like attire. Her black eyes, lidded and smoldering, blinked up into his ice blue for a moment. Then her hand came up to brush across his collarbone and neck. "I suppose your idea of productive differs from mine," She observed as her fingers traced those familiar, yet alien lines of his ghostly torso. "For example, exploring your body would be extremely productive and enlightening to me. For you... well, it might just suffice as a pastime. Only an example." Towards the end of her words, her lips turned upward in a coy grin. At this point, Caleldir (unless EXTREMELY distracted) would sense what she wanted. Goelon, however, did not think the same way as her true master did. The differences amused and intrigued Dahlia. She wondered how long it would take for him to catch on, even with how obvious she was being.

Whatever the outcome of her attempt, this was already more interesting than sitting around and tapping her feet. "Exploring my body?" Goelon dryly confirmed. Oh. She was a succubus. She wanted sex. Well, that was annoying. Before the Rusalka, he would not have considered sex even a little worthwhile. After them... eh...

Well, he supposed it could be a distraction. "So, you were making a pun on productive to do with reproductive," he mused. "That is stupid. Neither of us is fertile. I cannot have children in this form, and you can only have children with an incubus. Which, I suppose, Caleldir can be once you purify me, so good for him. The guy can drown in sex with an army of demon whores forever." His tone was bitter, but not particularly angry at her. He seemed neutral on the topic.

"I was making a pun," Dahlia confirmed with an amused sigh and shake of her head. "You are right; we cannot be reproductive. Things would be more interesting if that were the case, but alas..."

The Ghost-King backed up a bit, folding his arms. "Well, I will bite. I suppose there is nothing else to be done. Make the case. Why should I have sex with you rather than just storm around waiting?"

Her mouth twisted in a thoughtful expression. Usually, such persuasion involved more physical contact, not some sort of intellectual debate. Eh, she was a succubus. She could manage. "My term 'productive' wasn't a pun entirely," she informed him. "It really is a worthwhile endeavor for me, as you know, though it cannot produce life (or unlife, whatever it would be considered). And for you... it is a unique experience to have sex with ones familiar. I can heighten and lengthen sensations of pleasure. Get your mind off of..." she was tempted to say 'being a miserable grump,' but thought better of it. "...waiting."

"I suppose that doing something to increase your power might be useful. Caleldir could use a more powerful familiar. In fact, I think that as I am, I can probably give you even more of a boost than Caleldir usually can. Perhaps..." The ghost king trailed off, then grinned. "Fine, I will do this for you, but only one condition!"

Goelon's clothes vanished, and his erect dick, somewhat larger than Caleldir's normally was, sprung up. The Ghost King seemed to have some sadistic glee in his face. He pulled the succubus towards him and pushed her mouth onto his cock.

Though she was unused to such treatment from Caleldir, Dahlia had enjoyed her fair share of more assertive men. So she happily set to work on pleasuring Goelon with her mouth. Her tongue undulated and swirled until his entire length was slick, making it easier for her to press him deep into her throat. A succubus need not worry about such petty mortal things as an inconvenient gag reflex or trouble breathing with a restricted throat.

He folded his arms. "You see, I think that you are the best thing that has happened to Caleldir. And the best possible thing to happen to him would be to become an incubus. And breed with the nymphs. And Rusalka. And the Valkyries. Become a true king with a vast harem. So I will give you power, power enough to overcome his stupid reluctance and make him an incubus, and a King. King of the four races born from the ancient Nymphs. And you the Queen of All Succubi." The Ghost seemed to greatly relish the fantasy, not of having sex, but of having such power. The succubus at his cock was merely an avenue towards such power.

Arousal washed over her. It made her nearly tremble as she ravenously sucked his cock. Queen of All Succubi. With Caleldir- no, an empire of Caleldirs at her side. It was a dizzying Great Ambition that would soon be realized now that the party of cleansing adventurers was making their way towards them. Just a few more succubi... a few more weeks...

Goelon continued to rhapsodize about the power he could force on his (comparatively) meek alter-ego. About the legions of children he could spawn, about the kingdoms he could topple, and on and on. Despite his own lack of libido, the idea of Caleldir being the nexus of an army of rapist female monsters seemed to greatly titillate him for other reasons.

With a gasp, she popped his manhood out of her mouth. Great demonic wings materialized at her back and lifted her with one powerful flap. Her legs latched around Goelon, her arms rested on his shoulders. From that position, she easily pressed her hungry cunt onto his well-lubricated cock and began expertly fucking him. Her 'librarian' persona had slipped; she was now fully horned, winged, red-skinned, and demonic. She could sense the erotic power trip her cursed master was on, and accordingly, let her own heightened power emanate like never before. Since contracting with Caleldir, her strength had possibly grown more than even her master could guess. It couldn't match Goelon's, though.

"Caleldir would be horrified to think such things," Dahlia observed with a sharp-toothed grin. "But he's already well on his way..."

Goelon grasped her pert rear and began helping her pump up and down on him. It was not very long before his seed, strangely cold and quivering with phantasmic energy, filled Dahlia's pussy. And with it a nearly debilitating amount of power. Goelon cackled. "Keep this a secret, succubus," he said with relish and he increased the rough force of pumping her on his cock. "But I am going to pour all the power I can into you. Give you as much of my energy as I can. Drain me, Dahlia. Drain me! You will make far better use of my power than Caleldir will. Drown him in sex and power. What an eternal hilarity that would be!" The Ghost-King laughed and grasped tightly enough at Dahlia's rear to almost cause pain as he slammed his hips deeply into her to orgasm again, this time with an even more potent, painfully pleasurable influx of power.

Dahlia was exceedingly resistant when it came to various discomforts often encountered during sex. But even if she wasn't, Goelon's mad pump of power into her made it difficult to concentrate on anything other than that dizzying sensation. It was like the first time she had had sex with Caleldir. That raw jump of power... it was better than anything she had ever experienced. And she wanted more. Almost instinctively, she used all her succubus tricks to rebound that pleasure back to her cursed master to try to stoke his power-trip and encourage him further.

It also occurred to her that the power he was pumping into her was power he couldn't use to resist the party later.

But there did come a point where Dahlia could take no more. Her literal claws dug into his arms as she made the attempt to push away from him. "That's enough, Master," she gasped. Huh. A succubus having enough of sex. Apparently, everyone had their limit, and Dahlia found hers (for now). "We need time to recover; we don't want the party to suspect our plans for Caleldir." More like SHE needed time to recover. She felt so high she was on the verge of being sick.

Goelon allowed her to pull herself off of him. "You are right. Do not want them to suspect I have given you this much power. It will be a long time before Caleldir remembers any of my memories - if he ever does - so if we pretend that I did not touch you, let alone feed you this much power, they will not know how much I have increased your power unless you tell them. So, this is my last order to you before my disappearance: hide your power until you use it to take Caleldir, and when you are ready, make Caleldir a king, as is his destiny. The King of the Four Restored Races of Nymphkind, and the father of them. Whether he likes it or not."

As Goelon's orders amounted to more or less what Dahlia was already planning to do, the succubus familiar made no objections. She only grinned dazedly and crumpled to her hands and knees. There she stayed for several minutes until she could get her thoughts back together. Then she was able to move back to the chair at the desk, where she sat down heavily. Even then it took her several minutes to remember what she had been doing there before and subsequently changed back into her elven form in that facsimile of a librarian's outfit.

And so, Goelon resumed his wandering and plotting, this time thinking eager thoughts about ways for Dahlia to make Caleldir a King. A much more powerful King than Goelon, who was stuck in a single building with a handful of cursed subjects, not legions of ridiculously good-looking women with hilariously hypocritical views on sex and rape. Ah, the lovely poetry of Caleldir unleashing an unstoppable swarm of rapey daughters on the world. How his feeble alter-ego would be tormented by all that! It was a fitting end for the Ghost King. Positively beautiful.