Drow's Dilemma Ep. 129: A.I.D.A

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 129: A.I.D.A

There in the newborn A.I.'s command center with the eddy, A.I.D.A, and Caleldir, Rostimira quickly seized upon what would amuse her next. Her midnight hair whipped out toward the newly freed Caleldir to hold him partially up like some sort of living display. "Mirjana! You seemed to like it last time when I made him fuck you."

"Hey! I can cooperate!" Caleldir protested. He struggled a bit, but mostly to try to get in a more comfortable position rather than try to escape. "I lost! No need to force me anymore!"

Mirjana hands froze on Dahlia's body - they had been casually groping and kissing each other - to look over to her leader. Memories flashed through her mind of Rostimira standing behind Caleldir, thrusting his hips into her. It was true, Mirjana had liked it but... indignation turned her face almost the same shade as her auburn hair.

"Rosti, I would rather..." Mirjana began to say before she trailed off when she saw the leader's wicked expression. Clearly, it was that or Rostimira would find a more creative way to toy with the two of them.

Caleldir looked over at Mirjana and gave her a wry smile. She was his favorite of the rusalka. He mouthed a silent apology for what was about to happen. He was not sure what Rostimira's plan was, but it was probably a mixture of kinky and demeaning. Or just weird.

Mirjana looked at Caleldir with confusion. If she had any confidence in her lip-reading abilities, he was... apologizing? That was not what any of their other captives did at any point. She glanced over to Dahlia, who was sitting next to her and analyzing the situation. They were only able to trade a look before inky hair wrapped around Mirjana's ankle and began to pull her towards Rostimira and Caleldir.

Caleldir was not always extremely perceptive, but it was not all that hard to figure out that a rusalka would not be used to people apologizing to her. But Caleldir did feel a bit regretful about this situation, though logically if he was not being used to torment Mirjana someone worse would be (rusalka preferred to attack the worst of mankind first, and others secondarily), so he really should not have been apologetic.

"Rosti!" Mirjana protested again indignantly. Impotent anger colored her face even more brightly. She couldn't resist being pulled; there was nothing for her hair to hold on to except other people in the room, and they were not good anchors against Rostimira's strength.

"Oh, Mirjana. You can't deny it. You like men to fuck you as if they're in charge," the leader of the Rusalka said in a poisoned honeyed tone.

Sadistic giggles bubbled through the room while Mirjana just looked incredibly insulted. It was the giggles that spurred Rostimira on. Both Caleldir and Mirjana were puppets for her amusement no matter what their preferences were. Soon Mirjana was knelt beside them with her pussy in the air, all exposed and aroused despite her indignant reaction.

"This is not necessary, Mirjana and I can handle this sort of thing on our own," Caleldir complained to Rostimira. Caleldir was positioned over her while Rostimira's hands gripped into his thighs and her soft, naked flesh pressed into his back. Her hips pressed forward, which caused his hips to do so as well. His cock slid smoothly into the redhead's sex. He let out a satisfied sigh all the same. This was a good way to view such a perfect bottom on occasion.

With a little growl, Rostimira pulled back, then thrust her hips forward roughly. The hips of her 'puppets' made a firm slapping noise with the force of it.

"This was more fun last time," the leader commented. Not that that sentiment made her want to stop what she was doing now that she started. So she continued, adding those firm slapping noises to the sound of Nemanja thoroughly dominating the very frustrated Katia who had failed once again to climb the ranks.

Though she didn't enjoy being puppeted, Mirjana couldn't help the noises of pleasure that began to bubble from her throat. Well. This was how things were going to be, so she might as well enjoy herself. If only her 'sisters' weren't around to make her life so difficult... Stifling this thought, she arched her back and pressed back against Rostimira's thrusting as much as her ink-haired prison would allow.

Internally, Caleldir laughed at Rostimira. More fun last time? He shivered as she pumped him in and out of Mirjana as the redhead tried to push back. This was great, actually. He loved being dominated into having sex with someone he already wanted to have sex with, and who wanted to have sex with him, and Mirjana was his favorite one of the Rusalka anyway.

Because Caleldir occasionally said stupid things, he decided to make Rostimira aware of this between gasps. "Forcing me to have sex will not be as effective if you are forcing me to have sex with someone I would already have sex with on my own." He shivered, twisting his hips a bit to give the moaning Mirjana a better angle. "If you want to rape me, you will have to reconsider your strategy."

"Caleldir!" Mirjana said, exasperated. But it was too late.

Rostimira stopped her motions abruptly. "Would have sex with on your own?" she asked with the sharp edge of anger coloring her tone. "Do you like our Mirjana, then? She does carry your child already; now that I think of it, there isn't much reason for me to force your coupling. Or let you have sex at all." Rostimira forced Caleldir to pull out of the redhead before either of them could orgasm.

Though she was happy not to be in that humiliating situation, Mirjana was as audibly frustrated as Caleldir was. She yanked away the hair that had trapped her. It now freely let her go. Then she stomped back over to a sympathetic-looking Dahlia and settled back down next to the succubus.

"I think there is one among us that you wouldn't like as much," Rostimira stated. "Nemanja! I think you proved your point. Let her go; it's her turn."

Nemanja grinned at her leader, then let go of the fistful of brunette hair she was using as a handle to force Katia's mouth to her pussy. Katia recovered quickly and scrambled to face Caleldir like a cat ready to pounce.

"She hasn't successfully bred off of you. Yet," Rostimira explained as her hair freed Caleldir. "How well do you think she will mother a child?"

Caleldir paled. Katia would make a horrible mother, he was sure of it. He swallowed. "I thought that Katia did not want children," he said, looking down at her dark brown, predatory eyes and swallowing. He moved back a bit away from Katia, ready to dash away.

"She did not want to have children when it meant having to stay behind in this dull place." Rostimira finally explained. "But with stock such as yours... well, we would be foolish not to take full advantage of your seed. We can raise daughters as we see fit in the motherland. Show them the ways of the rusalka."

Rostimira's words made sense. Indeed, Caleldir had long had a niggling feeling that that was the reason for much of what they did. He backed away from Katia, his eyes glancing towards the exits before he remembered that he was constrained from leaving.

Katia stalked forward as her leader hinted at some of her plans. Her brunette hair slithered across the ground like grasping tendrils. All the while, her sadistic nature was written plainly in her expression.

"Rostimira was right: I should not have given you your hair back," he muttered as he turned back towards Katia. She was beautiful, of course, but the most psychotic of the rusalka. Many of them seemed to hear his mutterings; laughter briefly filled the cavern again.

"And we don't raise our children like you weaker, bleeding heart races. We instill in them the importance of our existence and the wickedness of men. Can you picture it, Caleldir? Our daughters, taken from your seed, taking anything and everyone they want by force? I think such thoughts bother you, no?" Rostimira continued to taunt him.

He blanched. He did not want his daughters to act like these women. The idea bothered him a lot. "I would hope that any seed of mine would be sane enough to not act like you."

The brunette lunged forward with her supernatural speed to tackle Caleldir and wrestle him to his back. He tried again to dart away from Katia's brown locks. He was not fast enough to do so at this range, and soon the rusalka was on top of him.

The leader of the rusalka laughed. Perhaps it was at his words about Katia's hair, or perhaps it was how quickly and easily Katia was able to capture her prey. Either way, Rostimira lounged back on one elbow and watched the proceedings with cruel interest.

"Oh, our daughters' personalities always take after us, not their 'seed donors,'" Katia claimed, that wicked, cruel grin of hers ever-present. "In a few years, we will have powerful allies that we have raised ourselves and you can do nothing about it," she said as she pressed his knees to his chest and quickly took his cock into her body. Caleldir had no power even to thrust into her, let alone squirm away. Her claw-like nails bit into his legs as she began to fuck him at a wild pace. "We should keep him, Rosti," she somehow managed to say despite her frenetic motions. "Then we can have many daughters. And our daughters can have daughters... The numbers men we could punish!" She seemed to be getting off more on the thought of punishment than Caleldir's cock inside her.

Rostimira didn't respond verbally, but the grin on her face suggested that that may have been her plan all along.

"The deal does not..." Caleldir began. Then he fell silent. Technically, they could take him with them. "My allies would not let you take me," he finally gasped. Their breeding plan very clearly aroused and disturbed him greatly, so he did not speak on it further, hoping they would not describe it further.

"I'm sure we could manage to steal you away. We would take you to Rusalka waters. Your companions will have an extremely difficult time then," Rostimira said casually. She could easily tell how her words affected Caleldir; she had been in the business of taunting and torturing men for too long not to. "With you, our numbers would rise exponentially. The passage of time will only make it more and more difficult to wrest you away from us and our daughters. And our daughters' daughters. All born from your superior loins, all with the power of Titans and the hearts of Rusalka."

Caleldir considered the scenario. It did not seem likely. The succubi would probably just port him away, honestly. They had a way of doing that. That said, he was not in the least sure that the Flower Seduction would not gleefully loan him out to the rusalka anyway. Strike a breeding contract of some sort. So, her threats were enforceable. He did wonder about some of the details. As much as he could with Katia pumping herself on top of him like that.

"Would it not be difficult to maintain such a population? Surely you have limited space?" chimed in the still-busy but ever-curious Aida.

Aida's question was one that he had not considered; presumably, the rusalka could just try to take over. And born rusalka, unlike ones spawned from dead, betrayed women, could organize enough for that. He did not bring that up.

Rostimira shot an annoyed look at the newly born AI but chose not to answer her questions. If this naive Aida couldn't stop encouraging Caleldir with a little realism, Rostimira would have to find a more creative way to torture him.

All the while, Katia bounced up and down on his dick with tireless endurance. Her cruel features drank in his chagrin, frustration, and disturbance.

"Where are you going to get men to breed with your daughters, though?" he commented. "You are not spoiled for choices." He began to shudder, trying not to cum. His cock was beginning to twitch something fierce. But as Katia continued, he gave up. It was not like there was any way he was not going to orgasm. So, he released his seed inside the brown-haired rusalka with a defeated groan.

Katia forced her body to engulf him as deeply as she could manage. Her womb drank up every ounce of seed while the walls of her sex spasmed in glorious release. Only after both of their bodies calmed down did she release him, pushing him away from her roughly. He rolled away and sat up, looking dazed. Well, he had cum inside five of the six rusalka at least once now. All that was left was Rostimira herself.

Rostimira feigned at bafflement. She gave him a pointed look. "You are right. We don't have many choices. Luckily, we have the best option possible."

Caleldir paled. Oh no. This again. The topic that Althaia occasionally brought up in embarrassment. What was it with these faerie women and incestuous breeding?

"That was fun," Katia declared. "I sorta want to hog him... but he seemed so discouraged by the thought of being bred by all of us. It would be a shame to waste that."

Caleldir looked towards the exit, wondering if their attempt to keep him meant that their side of the deal was voided, so he could in good conscience run away. There were a few things that he could do to escape. He would have a lot more options if his damn familiar did not enjoy things here too much to help.

"What? Are you trying to decide if it's appropriate to run now?" Rostimira asked, following her captive's gaze toward the only exit in the room. She had plenty of experience with males who were thinking about escape, after all. The leader of the rusalka crawled towards Caleldir with a sharp-toothed, predatory smirk.

Rusalka teeth were by far their most disturbing feature, as it was a reminder of their often unfortunate dietary habits. And he could actually be killed now that the curse was broken. That was something he should probably not tell them.

Granted, if he died Dahlia would simply resurrect him as an Imp and start the process of turning him into a succubus, but that was not what he wanted to do with his life.

"That's right; It's my turn to take you. And then we'll start all over again. Me, Nemanja, Katia, Danica, Miloslava. Over and over. And over and over. Until we're all carrying daughters from you. Then we'll decide whether or not we'll keep you forever."

"If you did keep me, I would almost certainly be able to exercise an outsized influence on my daughters," he informed her. "Things will not go how you think."

"Hah! A sperm donor like you, influencing a rusalka?" Rostimira said, much to the rest of the room's amusement. Except for Mirjana, Dahlia, and Aida, who varied from uncomfortable to too distracted to listen.

Despite Rostimira's certainty that no mere 'sperm donor' could have a special influence on rusalka daughters, Caleldir was even more certain that if he was kept around, he would be able to influence his daughters. If nothing else, he could utterly eliminate their genetic predisposition towards Evil by magically tampering with their genes in the womb. And then once they were born...

That said, he would still be enslaved. And Selene and the others would be extremely unhappy. Granted, he would be enslaved exactly as long as Dahlia cooperated, since his familiar could free him at any point, but frankly, he did not trust the succubus to pull him out of orgies. She got too much power and pleasure from him being an eternal sex-battery, as was proven at the monastery.

Rostimira entangled Caleldir again. She quickly pinned him and engulfed him completely for the second time that day, this time with the intent to make him cum inside of her. He gasped, but was unable to say anything more; on some unseen cue, more of the demented fae were permitted to join until Caleldir was in a sea of pussies, and each one he was expected to pleasure.

Soon, he could not even tell which of the six was where on his body. They would extract his seed into their pussies then pull off and be replaced without him seeing which one he had cum in that time. And so it went on for a very long time, lost in a haze of orgasm.

Eventually, they all broke off and started to filter out of the room. They had to eat, after all. And plot their next move. In the end, it was just Miloslava and Mirjana with Caleldir, both with strict instructions to bring him to the lair once they were done with him.

Caleldir relaxed quite a lot. He felt much less frustrated when he was inside Mirjana or Dahlia.

[Excuse me?] Aida said after she put the final touches on her project. [I know you have an arrangement here, but will you permit me to talk to Master Caleldir alone for a few minutes?]

"We can wait for him outside the door," Mirjana suggested helpfully.

Miloslava frowned, clearly uncertain. "What if he escapes? Rosti will be very angry with us." She looked towards his succubus familiar, who had since joined them in 'playing' with her master.

"I will wait outside with you. No funny business," Dahlia said reassuringly. Caleldir gave her a Dirty look. The succubus looked drunk on the sex he had just had and clearly wanted the rusalka orgy to continue. He was not going to be able to get her on board with an escape attempt as things were.

Dahlia and the two last rusalka filtered out. Caleldir stood up and stretched. He felt very embarrassed about the young A.I. having seen all that, but there was nothing he could do about that now. "Thank you for giving me a break, Aida," he said gratefully. "I am sorry that you had to see that. What did you need to talk about?"

Aida smiled at Caleldir, and as she did so, her blue hair shifted to indigo for a moment before snapping back to definitely blue. [I wanted to talk about your encounter with the Rusalka,] she told him matter-of-factly. The A.I. approached him to stand just a little closer than socially accepted between two mere acquaintances.

As Caleldir, like Aida, was very much naked, he was not completely comfortable with how close she had gotten. He noted that her hair had darkened to almost purple for a moment, but was not entirely sure what to make of that.

She tilted her head to the side. [They seemed compelled to antagonize you and did as they wished with your body. Is this... normal?]

"The behavior of the rusalka is normal for them, but definitely, decidedly not normal for beings that are not evil fae," he said uneasily, taking a half step away from her. "They are not good role models. The opposite, actually."

[Then... how is it usually done?] Aida asked. She took a half-step closer to him, seemingly without realizing it. Her hair almost imperceptibly shifted back to blue-indigo. This time, she did not keep the shifting under control. It was an interesting shade to see hair be, especially glowing slightly like it was. It also meant that there were slight non-performance affecting aberrations in her systems. [I have some data on parts of the ritual, but the initiation seems unclear to me.]

Caleldir could easily look into her eyes, blue-indigo like her hair. He swallowed. "Usually you talk to the person and get to know them first. Then you..." He stopped. How did one go about initiating sex? "Mostly, you just ask." Or take.

[I already know you,] she stated. [I know you better than any other] She took another step closer until the tips of her breasts were brushing against Caleldir's chest. Her hand came up to brush against his skin from the side of his hip up to his chest. His half-erect cock was brushing just above her sex. [May I initiate sex with you?]