Drow's Dilemma Ep. 130: Surprise

The conversation between Rostimira and Gailwen was darkly amusing. Caleldir might have laughed under different circumstances. Not these ones. Right now, he cleared his throat and gave Gailwen another apologetic look. It was weird looking down on an angry woman like this.

Gailwen breathed out a shaky breath, her eyes flicking down to gape for half a moment at the man on top of her. If only they could have met in different circumstances... "Please! Don't do this! I will find a way to make you all pay! Mirjana! How can you let this go on? I would have thought that you were different!"

"I am sorry to meet you like this," Caleldir said quietly. "I am Caleldir Hissael."

"Caleldir... I know that name. I have met Lady Ashyr of Duskhaven," Gailwen responded.

"She did mention an Aasimar paladin," Caleldir said. "That would be you then. Gailwen. You have met Mirjana already?"

She huffed and tried to strain against the hair that was still forcing her to caress him. It was making her hand travel distressingly low. Too low, in fact. A sigh passed from the aasimar's parted lips when she felt that turgid cock for the first time. So hard, yet so smooth.

She tried to force her arousal down. "Mirjana... lured me in with sad tales. All lies, apparently, that I will not repeat here."

"Sad tales?" If Caleldir could have glared at Mirjana, he would have. But she was behind him. Mirjana's reaction indicated that they had not been lies, but that she did not want to discuss those 'tales' here.

--CONTENT WARNING: What follows is a scene similar to the one with Sister Alena/Marigold, Caleldir, and the Succubi. For those who would rather skip through this, feel free to scroll past until the next "---" mark. Directly after there will be a synopsis of the plot-relevant aspects of what was skipped.--

"Those were-" Mirjana began to say. But she didn't want this out in the open right that moment. Hoping it would distract them enough, Mirjana pushed her hips into Caleldir's until his cock brushed up against Gailwen's wet entrance.

And her distraction did work. In a bizarre reversal of their meeting, it was now the redheaded rusalka behind him, pushing his cock towards a new woman. "No! Not like this!" he protested again, pulling against her silken strands. "Mirjana, you do not have to do this!"

"Life would be dull if I only did things that I HAD to do," Mirjana retorted. Her hands caressed Caleldir's lower torso and hips with what could almost be called affection had the situation been different.

Rusalka logic and general thought processes never ceased to amaze. Caleldir groaned as Mirjana continued to caress him. She was a much more tender puppeteer than Rostimira. Which almost made this worse. What definitely made this worse was that Gailwen was clearly not into this.

"Mirjana, please! Stop this!" Gailwen insisted. Her breathing was heavy and her body was hot. Her subconscious was betraying her with questions. How bad it would be, really. How would that cock feel, filling her as nothing had before? She couldn't do anything about it, so why not enjoy it? A stubborn look crossed her face, and she grit her teeth. She couldn't trust herself to say anything more.

Caleldir quickly recognized an extremely familiar expression. Not one he had seen, but one that he had made many times. It was the expression of one who had resigned themselves to pleasure that they were trying not to look forward to. Gailwen was quite into this but did not want to be.

"Only after the two of you are rendered dumb with pleasure," Mirjana said almost sweetly. Then she pushed her hips into Caleldir's slowly forcing him to penetrate Gailwen's tight, virginal womanhood. He let out a long breath.

Gailwen herself let out a long breath in echo of Caleldir's. Tight, but nowhere near unpleasant. She couldn't stop her body from arching into his, and she could barely force herself to stop moving after that. Her rose-gold eyes stared up at Caleldir's blue. She had only intended to be intimate like this with one man her entire life. She found herself wondering if this meant that he was the one. If he should be the one, considering the circumstances.

Whatever the answer was, she couldn't focus enough to decide. Mirjana had given her a minute to get used to the feel of him inside her, but now hips and hair were moving to a steady pace of thrusting. It felt so good... why did it have to feel so good?! It made her feel incredibly guilty and even more aroused because of it.

Meeting Gailwen's eyes, Caleldir found himself entranced. They were almost metallic in their lustrous golden pink. He could get lost in them...

Mirjana chuckled. "You are very like Caleldir, I think, Gailwen. Your expressions are very like his when we first coupled... it was very much like this, in fact, with the roles entirely reversed."

Ah, Mirjana. So the parallels had not gone unnoticed by her. "When Rostimira forced me to have sex with you like this, you were not exactly an unwilling participant."

"True," Mirjana agreed. "I would have wished things were a bit different, but I was glad to have your cock. So, really, our Aasimar here's desires are not so different than mine, judging by her expression."

Wished things were a bit different... oh. Mirjana was happier in the dominant position and was not fond of the other rusalka using her like a toy. That was it. She certainly seemed quite pleased to be doing the same thing as Rostimira had.

"Curse you, Lorelei!" Gailwen said with not quite as much venom as she intended. Lorelei were a sister race of the Rusalka, who were almost exactly like the rusalka except for being solitary, mournful, and uncaring rather than communal, aggressive, and cruel. Much more common in the eastern lands towards the Byzromine Empire, where Gailwen was from. Having 'Lorelei' working together like this had utterly shocked the paladin.

"We've been over this; don't confuse us with our lazy cousins!" Rostimira protested as Mirjana forced Caleldir to thrust a little harder for a few moments. That seemed enough to completely scatter the aasimar's thoughts. Caleldir tensed up and groaned a bit.

Ugh. After the obscene amount of sex he had been having, he should not be still this sensitive!

Caleldir closed his eyes and bit his lip, deciding that there was no use in apologizing again. He clenched his fists and opened his eyes again, glaring daggers at the smugly pleased Rostimira. The bitch knew that he was not going to do anything to her in revenge for this. Much as he wanted to.

The poor aasimar woman began to shudder and fight with nearing orgasm. In the end, she felt too good to properly justify not letting herself go. She was just drawing this out more than necessary if she held herself back, after all. So, with trembling thighs, Gailwen clamped down on Caleldir and rode the waves of pleasure forced upon her body.

He let out a long breath, tensing as she came around him. His cock throbbed in her pussy's vice-grip. But he had been having too much sex recently to cum that easily. The least he could do would be to fake an orgasm so that the rusalka would not force him to seed the woman.

Gailwen clearly orgasmed, and Caleldir may have (they weren't sure), but that didn't stop them from continuing their puppetry. They were having too much fun to quit at just one climax. The only thing that would stop them at that point was if Caleldir went flaccid, which had never happened in their experience. Especially not when they were giving him this sort of treatment. So Mirjana forced him to thrust harder and faster.

As he neared the orgasm he could not keep back, he began to squirm more in Mirjana's merciless grasp. That really only caused his cock to slightly vary the angle with which he entered Gailwen.

The aasimar, in the meantime, was losing control of her body more and more. Her mind became so clouded with pleasure that she could neither talk nor even look angry at her captors. All she could do was brace herself for the next orgasm. It was a good thing that she had naturally high stamina, or she might have passed out.

By the time that he finally, unambiguously shot out his seed into the woman, Caleldir was not in much of a better state than she was, hardly able to even resist the rusalka in his expressions. With a groan of orgasmic despair, he came. Hard. By the time that his orgasm finally subsided, he was panting desperately.

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--END CONTENT WARNING: Gailwen seems to share Caleldir's love/hate relationship with being forced into sex. Mirjana is gentler than her sisters, though she still enjoys dominating in her own way.--

Finally, Mirjana allowed Caleldir to stop. She didn't even feel that it was necessary to keep him completely restrained (though there was a red tendril of hair encircling his ankle, just in case); after an orgasm that hard, walking was an unlikely activity that Caleldir would be participating in. She sat back on her heels, taking in the delicious mess she and Rostimira had made.

Mirjana's calculation was not wrong. Caleldir looked dazed and did not move much except to pull out and sit down, not looking at Gailwen. He did not speak immediately.

Gailwen didn't come to her senses for a few minutes. All she could do was pant and shudder. But finally the ramifications of all that had happened settled in. "You did it. You forced him to seed me," the Paladin said in horrified wonder. "Why?"

Rostimira laughed, a sound that was echoed throughout the cavern from multiple mouths. "Because it amuses us! Whatever shall you two do now?"

Caleldir sighed. "I do not know what we should do," he said grimly. "I leave that up to Goldstar." It would depend on whether or not she had become pregnant. He looked over at her. If these had been succubi, they would have been content to bask in the sexual corruption, but rusalka had different motivations.

Honestly, Rostimira didn't care what her captives did after she was done with them. She just enjoyed the looks on their faces when the questions were brought up. Such tortured uncertainty. Such struggle between body, mind, and soul. The lead Rusalka couldn't keep the wicked grin off of her face.

Gailwen was allowed a bit more freedom now, though less so than Caleldir. She could curl into herself a little and at least cover her nipples and womanhood. "I... could not even begin to decide what the protocol on this sort of thing is. These lands are more barbaric than I could have ever imagined..."

But did she regret coming here? Even with her violation so fresh, she wasn't sure.

"Oh, come on! I've given you both a gift! You know what to do!" Mirjana chuckled. It was less of a cruel sound than the other sounds of amusement around the cavern. She actually seemed to believe her words, though the rest of her sisters took them as more taunting.

Caleldir also curled up into himself, pulling his knees up to his chin, thinking. Mirjana's reaction was something that he was not sure what to do with. It was clear that she was almost proud of herself. She actually seemed to think that she had done a good thing. Not surprising. Rusalka were related to succubi and nymphs, after all.

He looked over at Gailwen. "Well, the only thing that I can think of is to say that we could use you in Norahist," he said slowly. "So... if you want some help after this..." He shrugged and cast his baleful eyes at Mirjana again.

"I... cannot just leave my business," Gailwen responded almost mournfully. It had been doing so well since Phanuel took charge; it felt like such a shame. Then again... her expression brightened just a little. "I suppose I won't have as much competition up there. It's a prime time to set up a trading empire." Normally she would have been much more excited about the prospect, but the recent events dulled her spirits. At least she had come to a decision. "I will wrap up things here. It will take a few weeks. After, I will travel up to your Norahist. ... We can see where things go from there."

The Rusalka only allowed them a few more minutes to rest before they got bored. After the initial encounter between Caleldir and Gailwen, there was some unspoken agreement that both were free for anyone to play with. Mirjana, who usually sat back half of the time, continued to play an active role in the 'activities.' She even overcame Miloslava at one point when both she and the silver-haired rusalka wanted a turn to have their way with Caleldir. Then she pushed Danica away when she found enough focus to torment Gailwen. Had she been inclined to stay, she would have left the bottom of the pecking order.

Hours of almost nonstop sex went by. The fae pleasured themselves on Caleldir and Gailwen, but always orchestrated it so that, when Caleldir came, it was into Gailwen, popping him out of whatever mouth, pussy, or ass he was inside at the time and popping him into Gailwen's womanhood just in time to release in her. It was almost endlessly amusing to watch their expressions. Almost.

Eventually, they decided that they were bored and it was time to discard Gailwen. Katia, and to a lesser extent, Danica, suggested killing Gailwen, Caleldir was agitated enough to threaten to go violent. It was not an idle threat. Caleldir did have the ability to fight against the Rusalka much more competently than he had before since in the past he had been reluctant to actually hurt them. But the little bit of Goelon still in the back of his soul did have some power to wreak vengeance.

Fortunately, Mirjana talked them out of it. But more to the point, Rostimira would have none of that. The rusalka leader believed that it would be much more entertaining to have Gailwen live with what had happened, and also did not want to get Caleldir so angry he would do something drastic. They let Mirjana take the now sleeping Paladin of the Saint of Trade back to her home.

Caleldir promised to check up on her when he could, just in case she could hear him.

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By the time Mirjana was able to make her escape with Gailwen (that had been a close one; Katia was far too attached to the idea of just killing and eating her, as it had been so long since they'd done so), it was mid-morning and far too light out for Mirjana to get away with carrying an unconscious aasimar through the streets. Thankfully, Mirjana could turn herself and her captive invisible. She did so, emerging from the waters near where she found Gailwen. She didn't stop at the woman's shop, however. Instead, she wove through the busy morning streets and entered a small chapel at the very edge of that city-side settlement. Inside, she ducked into a private passage and quickly threw on her favorite green dress and likewise dressed Gailwen in the nightgown she was wearing the night before.

The aasimar started awake, apparently slightly energized after being unconscious for about an hour.

"What- where am I? Is... this the chapel by my business?" she asked as she tried to scramble to her feet.

Mirjana helped Gailwen up and kept her steady when it became obvious that standing unaided wasn't quite possible for her yet. "Yes," Mirjana smiled. "I figured that you'd want to come here to process things after all that we've shown you. There's also someone who would very much like to meet you."

"I have not liked most of your friends so far," Gailwen said with great apprehension. "And I need to go home to properly dress before I come here to pray." But at the moment there was no way she could get back on her own without creating more of a spectacle than she wanted. Besides... this was a holy place. It wasn't quite like the chapels at home, but they did honor a version of the Saint of Trade here. Gailwen visited this place religiously to pay homage to him and pray to The Eternal. Mirjana was right; she would have stumbled in here a little later that morning, given the chance.

"Hello? Is there someone here?" asked a young feminine voice. Then a pretty woman covered in a habit turned the corner. "Oh! You must be Mirjana."

"You know this woman, Marigold?" Gailwen asked as she stubbornly pulled away from the rusalka to try to stand alone on her unsteady legs.

Marigold quickly rushed to Gailwen's side before she fell over again. "We've never met. Though we have a mutual friend."

"Then I should tell you that this woman is not what she seems!" Gailwen responded, trying to give Mirjana her most stern expression. She seemed more comfortable with being held up by the nun than she was by the rusalka. "She is a fey in league with other evil members of her kind! She is a kidnapper and... and a rapist." Her firm voice only faltered slightly, but her eyes were beginning to shine with tears.

"Is that so? Well, I had better bring this up with our mutual friend," Marigold said seriously. "I hope you don't have any plans to run off before this matter is sorted, Mirjana," the nun warned. "You should be aware that I have the means to stop you."

"I will not run," Mirjana said, trying to look chided.

Thankfully, Gailwen was currently experiencing a rush of relief and the exhaustion that came with it. She was safe. Something was going to be done about the lorelei infestation. She could rest very soon. So she didn't notice the look of mischief in Mirjana's eyes.

"Dahlia!" Marigold called out.

A red-haired light elf wearing typical attire of the area, albeit the skimpiest version possible without causing immediate scandal, walked around the corner. "Mirjana," she said with a warm smile. "I see you've made a decision. And you've brought us a present! I have a feeling you'll fit in incredibly well with your new sisters."

Mirjana practically glowed with pleasure.

"What... a present? You don't mean..." Gailwen began to try to tear away from Merigold, but found that the 'nun' was much stronger than she looked. "What's going on?"

"Oh, Gailwen..." Marigold said with a bit of pity in her tone. "Didn't you think it was too much of a coincidence that someone who followed a sister faith of your own, a faith that no one here practices, just showed up in your neighborhood one day? I know you noticed that there are no nuns here and they typically don't travel far and wide to convert people."

"But you said you follow the Saint of Travel... It's unusual but not entirely unheard of. Like with me, a Paladin under the Saint of Trade..." Gailwen tried to explain desperately, but it was clear that she already realized that she was fooled. Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "I wanted it to be true; I missed the fellowship that I had back home..."

"You wanted it to be true so badly that you didn't realize that you were being watched," Mirjana said gently. "We've had our eye on you for quite some time, you know. We need someone like you. And now you're perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Yes, my sisters found her quite amusing. Thank you for suggesting we take her. She also helped me decide some things," Mirjana said, smiling with true happiness.

"I am glad. When I told you about her, I didn't know she would be so influential to you. I admit: I wasn't really thinking of you when I urged you and your sisters to make Caleldir have sex with her. We were just going to sneak in and take her a while after you were done with her."

"Take me? Take me where? What's going on!?" Gailwen demanded. She tried again to escape, but could not even begin to find the strength.

Mirjana nodded. "Oh, I figured that that was what you were planning. Someone like her, with the chance of being pregnant by your Master... So I decided to let you skip a step and bring her to where you said you'd meet me when I made up my mind."

Dahlia laughed. "My, you're perceptive!" She rubbed her hands together, now extremely pleased.

"What. Is. Going. On." Gailwen asked again.

Suddenly, both Dahlia and Marigold flashed into their true forms, though they were still clothed in what they were wearing before. Their veils dropped, and their true natures were revealed.