Drow's Dilemma Ep. 134: Families

"I am looking forward to some cute daughters from both of you," he whispered. "I thought it would be a very long time before I was able to have any children with you, Dahlia, if you had ever even wanted to."

Aster was much more gentle with riding Caleldir than Dahlia had been. She turned a darker shade of pink to hear her master's encouraging words but remained silent. Dahlia had some things to say, after all.

Aster's blush was unbearably cute. Caleldir gave her another kiss as she rolled her hips on him.

"I didn't think that that would happen either," Dahlia said truthfully. "Not for a while, but certainly not never. I never thought I would have access to a succubus nation's power and resources. A wedding any less prestigious than this one would not have made pregnancy possible." That was truthful, too, technically. "As it is... well, your familiars being pregnant together will help us bond, I think."

She wasn't going to say that she'd get jealous otherwise. Not in front of Aster.

"It is some powerful magic, clearly. I will have to study this art. I think if I master it, I can be an incubus without being an incubus."

"You aren't getting away from us that easily," Dahlia said with a fond, yet teasing grin. Not that she wasn't being serious. "Only daughters can be conceived this way and it takes a ridiculous amount of magic even then."

Caleldir decided not to respond to Dahlia's declaration just yet. Her plan was still clearly to turn him into an incubus. Obviously. He would just have to be careful around her, especially if the numbers of the Bouquet Seduction grew too much.

He sighed, closing his eyes and concentrating on the warmth of these two together. The master-familiars bond was quite something. "Just... one thing. I would prefer it if you would keep our daughters from jumping me once they hit puberty."

"I never jumped my father," Aster said matter-of-factly. "You can do what he does and avoid them when they hit puberty. Though, maybe now that I'm married to you, Papa will visit me again!"

He gave Aster a smile. "Good point. I will probably do that, then. And your mother already said that your father would be coming to our church wedding later, so no doubt he will visit you again."

Aster gave a little squirm of glee. "I didn't know I could be this happy," she said with the utmost contentment.

That made Dahlia chuckle.

The two succubi were quiet after that, happily basking in joy and pleasure with their Master. Aster's gentle pace made the moment last longer than Caleldir's other sexual encounters in that room. The people around them were trying to be patient; this was a tender, sacred moment. But they were all so horny...

Even though Aster's slow ride made his orgasm longer in coming than before, Caleldir was not exactly fighting hit release like he so often did, and so after a few long minutes of Aster's gentle ministrations, he let loose his seed into her as he had with Dahlia, triggering another orgasm between all three of them.

When that high subsided a bit, Rubella stepped in once more, kissing her daughter on the top of her head and a hug.

"And, with that, the three of you are bound," she said softly, but her voice could still be heard throughout the large hall.

Turning towards the audience, she smiled. "And that concludes the ceremony. Now, time for the party!" A cheer went over the hall. There was food present, but the main course was Caleldir for many of those present.

Rubella walked towards Ashyr. "If House Duskhaven would be so kind, I would rather like to see them start things out. Every one of the young women you brought with you can take a ride, then the Bouquet can go. Then I will open things up to everyone."

Ashyr nodded and blew out a long breath. She had brought a lot of people. Thankfully, they knew the itinerary. Already there were a few dozen drow gathering and about a third the number of their non-drow servants and hangers-on who also participated. The official count had been 34 drow, and 11 non-drow. That was most of the people who were officially adopted into House Duskhaven and taken under Ashyr's protection.

At the forefront was Hael'yss. Trillium, now. But she was in the form of Hael'yss. She had seen the opportunity to double-dip, so of course she jumped at it. She was the picture of the haughty, aristocratic, spoiled drow. Thankfully, her temperament had greatly improved since she became a succubus; she had been near impossible to deal with before. Becoming a sex monster had mellowed her out.

Elvraen and Iimlin, two of the three pregnant drow who had first come begging for protection, were also present. Ashyr had actually spent a little bit of time with them. They were much more pleasant than Hael'yss. The three dark pseudo-nymphs were near the back, chattering excitedly with each other. The rest of the Duskhaven members, however, Ashyr could only recognize by sight and would have a difficult time remembering their names (if she succeeded at all).

The gathered group seemed more than ready to get started, so Ashyr turned her back to them and looked towards Caleldir. She gave him her naughty grin. At least she didn't have to feel the least bit guilty about leading this group. Caleldir was their Consort and needed to have more sex with these ladies anyway.

But she got to go first. She settled into Caleldir's lap and rested her arms on his shoulders. "Well, this is most of us," Ashyr told him. "Have you seen so many of them in one place? You certainly haven't had a proper orgy with them... well, not since the first time."

Caleldir had mixed feelings about the Dinoryn gangbang, but due to his male Nymphen psychology, he was more annoyed by the memory than traumatized. All the same, he had completely avoided visiting the new House Duskhaven adoptees in their apartments, despite the fact that he was nominally Consort to them.

Now they were here, though, and he was feeling a bit guilty about it. For what, he was not sure. "No, I have not seen most of them since that time in Dinoryn. I only really met with the first group and Mizrae, Elerra, and Laele."

Ashyr made a 'tsk' noise with her tongue, a lightly scolding sound. "It's not like you can unfuck them. If you don't visit them occasionally, we might have a coup on our hands. I could hire a couple of male 'servants,' but compared to you... well, unless I somehow find very exceptional males, it's the difference between old stew and perfectly aged and seasoned steak."

There were murmurs of agreement from those who gathered around the Matron and her Consort.

Caleldir winced at Ashyr's admonition. "I really should, you are right. Hmmm... they were all students and staff at Dinoryn? Once Fedwyn gets the Tower up and running, they can all also take turns as laboratory assistants and/or apprentices, as well as take classes from me, Fedwyn, Faraia, Nirza, and so forth. And I will also visit them weekly from now on. I really should get to know them all."

Whispers and pleased noises spread around the group. They clearly viewed that arrangement as leagues better than their current one. They would get more sex and less boredom. They couldn't exactly join the other scholarly pursuits of Dinoryn; that was where they were when people began disappearing. But personally overseen by that potent group...

"Thank you, Caleldir," Ashyr said with a smile. "Maybe now they'll stop bugging me so much," she said with a Pointed Look.

Caleldir shook his head amusedly. "You should have brought this up before." He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "We should probably have sex now, though," he said in a low tone.

"What? Have everyone openly and assertively tell people what they want before coming to a compromise that everyone is happy with? These are drow that you're talking about!" Ashyr said in a not very serious tone. There were some amused, some embarrassed, some indignant noises around her.

"You're right, though." Ashyr pushed aside that topic. She rode both of them to orgasm, then relinquished her seat to whoever wanted to go next, shifting to act as Caleldir's pillow.

It surprised no one that Hael'yss was the one to muscle forward to the front of the line. Magical tendrils very much like Selene's wrapped around Caleldir's legs and waist - not that he looked like he was going to run. It had been at Rubella's request, and it the drow-turned-succubus didn't mind.

As Hael'yss cast the spell to immobilize Caleldir Rubella waved her own hands, solidifying and reinforcing the spell and adding tendrils to his wrists. She structured it so that those tendrils could be mentally controlled by the closest females, and would stay until Rubella herself counter-spelled it.

"Hey!" Caleldir complained as he was pulled to the mattress and onto Ashyr's lap. "I was not going anywhere! This is pointless!" Well, except for the fact that drow were usually into bondage. He pulled against the tendrils around his wrists, but they did not move.

"Here we are again!" Hael'yss said with a wicked grin. She still looked like her old self, though there were some subtly different things about her. For one thing, even with the ties around him and her wicked expression, she didn't seem as... sadistic.

Caleldir looked up at Hael'yss. "You. You look... better than before." Sexier, certainly. All the little flaws that she had had as a drow had been smoothed away. "Last time I saw you, Dahlia was dragging you away. Are you a full succubus now, or just partly infused?"

'Hael'yss' winked at Caleldir, and for a moment her eyes were solid yellow. The rest of her remained her old white and obsidian coloration. She settled down onto Caleldir's cock with a happy sigh.

Caleldir's eyes went wide. Solid orbs: she was a succubus.

"We discovered something very interesting recently," she told Caleldir as her hips began to lazily roll. "You are getting a son." Normally that wouldn't be something for a drow to boast about. But she was no longer drow, and she also knew how rare and precious male children from Caleldir were. "A son, and two daughters."

Caleldir forgot about the sex entirely. She was pregnant with triplets. And his first son, at that. He was not sure if he should be happy about a son being confirmed, or upset that it was fricken Hael'yss who had that honor.

Sex may have been forgotten for Caleldir, but it certainly wasn't forgotten by Hael'yss. She happily rolled her hips and let out soft noises of pleasure. His expression did seem to amuse her. "What no words for me, the mother of your firstborn son?"

Caleldir groaned. "I am not certain how to react," he confessed. "You were... not my first choice. You were pretty terrible as a drow. Even worse than normal for a drow. And I do not know you as a succubus."

"Oh, don't worry. I've been through some... behavioral conditioning." It was an ominous phrase, though Hael'yss didn't seem to think so. "They've taken the edge off of my personality. Shown me the error of my ways."

'Conditioning'. Well, Caleldir was not in the least surprised but was rather disturbed. That said, it was not like former Hael'yss was worth missing.

To prove her change, she leaned forward to kiss Caleldir. It was a more tender action than the drow could have taken. He was surprised. He did not fight it, though it took him a bit to actually meet it.

The drow around them who could hear looked a bit disturbed. They were all still hanging back while Hael'yss had the stage; she weirded them out. Ashyr, still pillowing Caleldir's head on her lap, was the only one who didn't seem intimidated. She was very thoughtful, though. His first son, and by this harpy. Ashyr had hoped... well, that hope was gone now, unless they could accomplish some sort of massive time dilation.

When she pulled away from their kiss and resumed her ride, he let out a long breath. "I should visit more often, it seems," he said neutrally. "Triplets? That will really be something. I should iron out the little genetic errors with the Geneforge sooner rather than later."

There was no argument from Hael'yss. Though she didn't believe there would be many genetic errors, it never hurt to check anyway.

After that bit of conversation, the true Duskhaven orgy commenced. Caleldir was nearly drowned in a swarm of obsidian and charcoal flesh. Ashyr was almost always either a major feature or right next to Caleldir. Once the drow were satisfied, their underlings had their turns.

Then, finally, they were finished and everyone scattered across the room. That wasn't to say that Caleldir was done with his part, however. Already some very familiar succubi were gathering around him. Dahlia approached, flanked by the succubi that Caleldir knew about - which numbered three more than when he first met them; absolutely no recruitment would have been suspicious.

He met Belladona, Snowdrop, and Trillium in her true form. All the succubi casually chattered between themselves and with Caleldir while using every part of his body to pleasure themselves, giving him a taste of what Incubus life might be. Then it was open to the rest of the room.

After an unknown amount of time doing this in which the sex began to endlessly blur together, Caleldir found Rubella astride him a third time. She looked unnecessarily smug about things. The rest of the group fell back away. Rubella let out a pleased sigh. "So, how did you enjoy my party?" she asked. She snapped her fingers and the tentacles vanished.

"As fun as this has been, I really wish that you had not done this!" Caleldir complained as he sat up as much as he could with the succubus High Mistress riding him. "Getting some one hundred eighty of your people to have sex with me in a row will not make me more likely to breed the nymphs!"

"You seem far less violated than someone who has just been gang-raped normally would be," Rubella observed.

"You are using the word rape very loosely," Caleldir retorted. "I am reluctant and awkward, not unwilling."

The succubus grinned. "Got it. Not gangrape. But you still seem largely unfazed by having just been the subject of a gangbang. Your psychology is highly abnormal. Your reactions almost stretch one's suspension of disbelief. You were not initially happy about being forced into sex, but you enjoyed it all the same and the only reason you were not participating more is because of succubi and drow bondage kinks. In the end, you are perfectly suited for your role: Your role to breed back a long-lost race. You will complain and protest, but in the end, you will do it. And you will always pretend to resist even when you know it is futile, but never resist enough to actually put a stop to anything. This is why you will in the end become an incubus. That will be a sad day, though. When you are an incubus I can no longer have sex with you occasionally."

With that, she finished and pulled off of him, then pulled him to his feet. Caleldir had been silent through her dressing down. He bit his lips. "I should hate you right now, Rubella," he muttered. He noticed that his cock had finally started to deflate.

"And yet, you cannot do so," she giggled. "Part of you is grateful for what I gave you tonight. Doubling the number of pussies you have filled with your cum." She turned to Dahlia and Aster and smiled. "We are done here. Take him home and let him sleep."

There was a quick conference after Rubella released Caleldir from the gangbang. Aster, her handmaidens, Dahlia, Marigold, and Ashyr (who had reclaimed Uriel) gathered around the emotionally and physically exhausted Caleldir. It was quickly determined that Ashyr needed to go back to the temporary Duskhaven estate, but Dahlia and Aster needed to port to the 'temporary seduction headquarters.' Something in the way that Aster clung to Caleldir made Dahlia suggest that Caleldir go with his familiars to get his newest one comfortably settled. Ashyr quickly agreed with Dahlia, though she stated a wish to actually sleep through a night with Caleldir sometime soon. Caleldir then promised that he would try to be back by nightfall.

So, Ashyr, her son, and Bard ported away to Duskhaven with Marigold and Caleldir went with his familiars.