Drow's Dilemma Ep. 128: Setup

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 128: Setup

Caleldir quickly set up the eight control crystals in a circle around the egg, which he set in the center of the room. Unlike the back-up crystals, these were small, fragile, and temporary, intended to help Aida power herself up then shatter once she had grown beyond them. For now, they would show when the back-up crystals were installed around the perimeter.

Soon, they started to glow. When the first one lit up and sent a rainbow-tinged beam of light into the egg, the egg swelled slightly in size. And so on for each as the rusalka, Dahlia, and Selene placed the crystals. By the time the seventh was glowing, the egg was big enough to hold a full-grown woman. The eighth crystal caused the iridescently silver egg to begin to shudder. Web-like veins began to sprout across the shuddering egg, growing longer and deeper with every moment. Light began to shine through those cracks, cycling through a rainbow of colors. Then, stillness. The lights still cycled, but they seemed to gather and solidify in the center of the egg. Finally, they decided on a color: white. The now white core stood, moving right through the upper shell of the egg, causing bits of it to fall to the side. At first, it was just brightness in a vaguely humanoid shape. Then the light melted like water, flowing down the body of a perfectly shaped, perfectly naked woman with thigh-length hair that flowed around her as if she was still submerged in water. Caleldir grinned broadly.

"Testing: Boot Up Successful. Crystals Secure. Systems Operational. Detecting in Restricted Area: Six Rusalka, Mistress Dahlia, Mistress Selene, Master Caleldir. Rusalka not hostile. No action required," her voice droned and echoed across the chamber, seeming to not even originate from her expressionless lips.

Caleldir's expression snapped to serious and contemplative as he listened to her status report. Ah. White. Inspections. Excellent.

Her glowing white eyes blinked. She focused on the man in front of her, studying him for a moment. Then she smiled in soft pleasure and her voice changed to a more conversational tone. "Good evening, Master Caleldir," Aida said as she stepped out of the bottom half of her egg. Liquid white light dripped off her feet and shone on the floor with her every footstep. The effect went away, however, after the few steps it took to approach the man who activated her. When she stopped, her coloration turned from all-white to almost white skin with pale blue hair and eyes. Her flowing locks calmed into something near normal, though with every movement of her head it seemed that her hair followed in slow, exaggerated motion. "Thank you for activating me."

Looking her over, she really was beautiful. Of course, he had helped design her, so he was bound to find her aesthetically pleasing. He had not been super keen on the 'permanent nudity' aspect of her mainframe, especially considering that her main body here was fully biological with all the parts that implied, but Risa and Fedwyn had both considered it a very good idea, and he could not argue with the effect. Like the nymphs when they were not being overly amorous, her nudity suggested purity of essence rather than sexual licentiousness. Besides, it would be very rare for people to see this part of her body at all, and then almost only if she let them.

"I am very pleased that the activation went well, Aida," he said with a happy nod. "How are you feeling?"

"Feeling?" Aida asked. Her hands came up to brush against the smooth skin of her arm. "Physically, solid. Soft." She lifted her hands further to run through her flowing hair, which looked more like she was interacting with water rather than strands of hair. It caused her to smile. "So many new sensations experienced for the first time."

The newborn Animating Intellect grew more excited as she came out of the daze of her birth and initial test of her systems. She began to spin slowly around the room she was in, seeing beyond the stone walls and out into her entire new domain. She seemed to flow as she walked, and not just because of the way her hair shifted. Her Rusalka genes were quite apparent in the flowing hair, though with her innocently joyful expression she seemed more like a nymph.

Watching Aida dance around the room was mesmerizing. Caleldir smiled indulgently and leaned against the wall and watched her complete her circuit.

After one complete circuit, she stopped again, and she could be seen grinning broadly. "Emotionally: Awestruck." Then, on a whim, she embraced Caleldir and squeezed him tightly. He could feel for himself just how solid and soft she was. Though she was fully nude, there was little sexuality to the gesture. She was just excited and feeling affectionate toward one of her creators.

Caleldir's eyes went wide. Aida was rather innocent, but she was fully grown, and her soft, warm, pleasant frame was extremely attractive. Her sudden hug made him aware of an erection. Well. That was unfortunate. It was not like she was a child mentally or physically, but being sexually attracted to his own creation was perverse all the same. A quick glance downward was the only indication that Aida noticed any change in Caleldir. For the moment, she seemed far too busy sensing her surroundings to even consider what she should do about the information that she had caused arousal in the man who had activated her. So that was a relief. It was time to focus on other things.

"Again, I thank you for activating me," Aida said into his shoulder before pulling away. "I have so much to do! So many things to see! I already love this city!" Which was, of course, part of her programming.

Smoothing his clothes down, Caleldir smiled at her. "It was my joy to activate you," he said. "This city will be your home now, so it is good that you like it. I am sure that in time it will grow to love you as well."

"Oh! Mistress Selene approaches!" she said suddenly, and turned toward the entrance to her inner sanctum. As she said, Selene entered the room soon after. Her calculating eyes were immediately on the near-white blue-haired animating intellect.

Caleldir hadn't expected the drow first; Selene had to walk and Dahlia could port. Likely she was distracted by something somewhere else. For all he knew she could have ported back to her Seduction upon finishing. He greeted her cordially. "Good to see you, Selene."

"I assume everything went smoothly," Selene stated more than asked. It was clear what the answer was.

"Good evening, Mistress Selene. Everything is functioning as intended, as far as I can tell!" Aida reported happily.

"Excellent," Selene responded with satisfaction. She was not grinning like Caleldir, but it was clear that she was pleased.

"Yes, things went really well. Aida is quite happy to be alive now. I will see you topside! Hopefully soon, but if I cannot escape from the rusalka - and I cannot if Dahlia does not get back here - then they may keep me down here for a day or two."

"Try not to let that happen. I will likely be present for the full report when you are ready to meet with Phanuel. I would stay now, but..." The mage eyed the place she entered with suspicion. "I would really rather not be around when the rusalka return. I am not in danger of bumping into them right now, am I?"

Aida's expression was vacant for a moment. "No. They are gathered next to their home pool and - okay, they do seem to be approaching now."

"That's my signal, then," she gave Caleldir a quick kiss as a farewell and fled.

Then there was the nude Dahlia, just in time to see the drow leave. She didn't bother to walk there, of course, since she could just port her way to her master. Aida started for a moment, began to change to her alert color of Yellow, then shook herself of her momentary alarm, all in the space of less than a second. "Mistress Dahlia, good evening! I should have expected you."

"Yeah, sorry. I'm used to jumping around with an A.I. who is used to Succubi," Dahlia apologized. She looked toward Caleldir and addressed him. "Are things all set?"

Caleldir was relieved to see Dahlia port back. Whatever she had been doing, it had not taken her that long. "Good to have you back, Dahlia." Caleldir began. "So, the rusalka are on our way here, then? We should discuss our strategy for evading them. I was thinking about just buffing myself with enough magic to run away from them and having you dismiss the creatures they summon. That should about do it since porting out is against the rules."

"That could work," Dahlia agreed with an amused smile on her face. She didn't seem at all worried about the Rusalka. Instead, she approached the A.I. to inspect her body. Aida allowed the handsy succubus to feel her skin, the curve of her body, and the give of her breasts.

Caleldir narrowed his eyes, then turned away as Dahlia felt up Aida. The fact that she seemed so very disinclined to discuss anti-rusalka measures was somewhat worrying. Then again, she was probably mostly interested in Aida.

"Try to keep the molestation of the A.I. to a minimum," he said dryly. He was not sure how she would react to that sort of thing. He probably did not have to worry, given her other designers.

"Yup. Everything seems to be in order. Biologically speaking, that is," Dahlia concluded, her amused grin even bigger than before.

Aida seemed amused as well. And perhaps a little aroused. "I see why I was programmed to expect more personal treatment from you, Mistress Dahlia," she observed. "I must ask you to give me some space for now. There are still calibrations to be made now that I have greeted the team. Though I suppose the rusalka will want to see me before I can get to that."

"Eh, don't worry. We'll be too busy to get in your way in a moment," The succubus responded with a shrug.

"I do not recall programming any specific expectations concerning Dahlia," Caleldir mused. "Though I can see Risa giving you a tolerance for succubi." He looked up from his contemplation. "Dahlia is right. Once the rusalka have given you a looking over, we have a competition to resolve."

And, sure enough, that was when the Rusalka began filing into the room. They did not speak initially; a plan of action had already been discussed. Rostimira's (who was flanked by Katia and Nemanja) gaze locked onto the newborn A.I. Immediately, she went up to the strangely colored artificial woman. She, after obtaining permission, 'inspected' Aida a little more thoroughly.

Caleldir took a step away from them, trying not to let them be between him and an entrance. Fortunately, the majority of the rusalka seemed distracted by Aida instead of him, which was useful. He began edging towards the door, though he dare not run until the competition was considered as having started or he would be in violation of his agreement.

"You may as well be a blue-haired Rusalka," Rostimira concluded with satisfaction.

Mirjana and Danica looked at Aida with burning curiosity, but instead of approaching her, they came up to Caleldir and halted his egress. They hadn't properly greeted him, after all.

"It's good to see you again, Caleldir," Mirjana said with more softness than any of her sisters could manage - which was still a far cry from the tender affection of a nymph. Her crimson hair began to try to coil around his limbs as if it was an absent-minded action.

He gave her a wry grin. "It is good to see you as well, Mirjana," he said in a mild tone. He tried to keep out of her reaching tresses. Unless she really tried to grab him, things should be fine.

"I understand that that is a compliment. Thank you, Rusalka," Aida responded to Rostimira in the meantime. "Now, as I said to Dahlia: I ask that you leave me to my calibrations for now. I will be willing to interact more once I am settled. It will be a few hours."

Caleldir chuckled. The matter-of-fact way in which Aida interacted with the leader of the rusalka brought great amusement to him.

"Fine, fine," Rostimira agreed. Then turned to Caleldir with a decidedly unfriendly grin. "We will leave you alone. But this is a good place for the competition, also."

"Not in the room with Aida!" he protested.

That seemed to be the cue. The hair of Mirjana's and Danica's that had been idly edging toward Caleldir suddenly whipped forward in a torrent of red and platinum white. Both had their versions of excited looks on their faces. Danica, apparently quite focused on this task, had an expression that was every bit as cruel as her leader's. Mirjana looked far more playful and less sadistic than the rest of her sisters. But there was still no mistaking her for a nymph.

Fortunately, the two rusalka that were closest to him were the least dangerous of the six. More or less. Maybe. They were at least considered to be the least important. With a quick application of the Cat's Grace spell, Caleldir was able to dodge the initial barrage. Now, if he could only draw on some power from Dahlia to cast some other spells quickly...

As this happened, Katia, who was the rusalka closest to Dahlia, sprang into action with her richly brown hair. The widely grinning succubus jumped back a step just before the grasping locks could grab her limbs.

"Ha! You can't take me that easily!" Dahlia challenged in good humor. But then there was Rostimira, circling behind her. Dahlia stepped backward a few feet to try to keep both of them in sight. She couldn't keep track of all the rusalka, though. They were thoroughly outnumbered.

Looking over at Dahlia, who seemed to be having far too much fun, Caleldir noted that she was a bit too surrounded to help him. Hmm... [Dahlia!] He said to her over their mental link [I am going to rush for you. Porting us out of here would be cheating, but a Dimension Door spell would not be. Once I have picked you up, Dimension Door us out of the middle of this group!]

With that, he dodged another round of seeking hair and dashed for Dahlia.

Dahlia proved to be quite willing to work with Caleldir's plan. Both she and he managed to temporarily slip from the Rusalka's grasping hair and cling to each other. The rusalka were closing in, however, and had very long, very dexterous hair. To her credit, Dahlia actually did try to use the spell Caleldir ordered her to in order to port them several feet away. She gathered the power to do so and...

"Caleldir, something is-" she began to say. Looking down, both of them could see a dark golden knot of hair around Dahlia's ankle.

"Can't get away from rusalka hair, can you?" Rostimira gloated.

"Damn," Dahlia said with not much feeling. "Well, their hair is magical," she said to Caleldir in a half-hearted apology. Caleldir grit his teeth. He should have guessed their hair could do that. Without letting him go (just in case she could get the hair off and actually use the spell... yeah) the familiar's tail whipped at the hair to try to loosen its grasp. Her reward was just more hair wrapped around her tail, this time the midnight black of Rostimira's.

Caleldir, still buoyed by his own buff spells, tried to make a break for it, but he was thoroughly surrounded. More and more hair tried to encircle Caleldir's body, along with grasping hands that attempted to activate that rune they remembered he had. If they could get him naked, then the 'game' was halfway to being won. It was probably Katia's hand that ended up disabling his rune, leaving him naked in the sea of also nude flesh, but he was not completely certain of that.

As Dahlia had removed her clothing ever since entering the underbelly of Port Afron, Caleldir was the last to have his clothing removed in the clump of struggling flesh. The familiar, being what she was, became distracted when suddenly her master's flesh was pressed and squeezed against her own.

Aida watched for a moment, shook her head in bafflement, and went to her work. She hadn't been using that as an excuse; there really was a lot for her to do before she felt comfortable with slacking off.

"Hey!" he complained. "At least let us get out of this room. We do not want to be doing this in Aida's chamber. She might get agitated if we distract her." Well, the real reason was that he really did not want Aida to see him naked or being ridden by the rusalka. That would just be humiliating. At least his familiar clinging to him prevented Aida from seeing him nude.

"As long as you do not physically interrupt my actions, I will not become distracted before my duties are complete." Aida chimed in helpfully from her corner of the room. And indeed, she was only paying enough attention to the goings-on to know when she was being referred to.

Tone helpful or not, Caleldir did not find Aida's words to be helpful. He did not want to have sex in front of Aida.

[Dahlia!] Caleldir thought frantically. [The game is forfeit if they can get my penis in one of their bodily orifices. But I think I can get us out of here. Feed me the Dimension Door spell, and I can punch through their spell resistance to get us out of here!]

"Over if they take your penis, you say?" she repeated in almost a moaning tone. "Well... I can prevent that from happening." With that, she twisted and turned until she could envelop his member into the warm, wet folds of her core. It would have been an impressive feat for a mortal, but for a creature of sex such as herself, it was a mundane encounter.

"Hey!" he gasped. "Dahlia, don't..." He stopped, thinking.

"Hey!" Katia also protested angrily.

"That was a cheap trick," Rostimira agreed with equal parts annoyance and amusement. "Clearly we must separate master and familiar."

"You can try," Dahlia taunted as she shifted her hips to move him inside her. She seemed to have conveniently forgotten Caleldir's thoughts about transferring spells to him; the situation was making her too horny.

He shuddered slightly as Dahlia began rolling her hips. He had to not be as distractible as the succubus. Then again, fed succubi like Dahlia did some of their best thinking while a cock was inside them. He grinned. The rusalka were protesting, but they were not claiming that they were cheating. [Dahia! Do that thing where you attach our genitals. That will prevent them from easily separating us. In the meantime, I will try to summon the skill to port us out.]

Caleldir's order was not one that she was willing to refuse. No matter how she wanted this situation to end up, being attached to Caleldir for a while was just too tempting an offer. So she did so, which resulted in their bodies being temporarily slammed together with a satisfying slap of flesh against flesh. Now the rusalka would find it near impossible to separate the two of them. To test this, Dahlia slid her body up and, as it was the first time they had connected, they were forced back together just before the head of his cock could slip out. Dahlia shuddered and moaned in pleasure.

The rusalka made noises that varied between frustration, anger, and amusement. Caleldir and Dahlia were practically encased in writhing, grasping hair, but it did their captors almost no good. They had enough of a grip to pry master and familiar apart, but they quickly discovered Dahlia's magical prevention when again they snapped back together.