Drow's Dilemma Ep. 143: Palace

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 143: Nymph Palace

Althaia directed the flowing ship of darkly scarlet dahlia and brilliantly pink aster flowers deeper into Nymphgarden. Soon, they came to where the built-up portions of the city began. Nymphen architecture was still being developed, but was heavily based on a mixture of Light Elven, Dark Elven/Drow, and Succubus styles; those were the architects training the nymphs, who had never really had any formal architecture of their own.

Of the styles their stonework was drawn from, Aelsunite Light Elven was the biggest influence, though the nymphs overemphasized the incorporation of nature into the design so much so that the place seemed almost more like a complex of strangely preserved ruins than it did any regular city. The layout of the nascent capital was complex, irregular, and maze-like, with walls, domes, floors, and columns of multihued marble and a dizzying array of other types of stone shot through with veins of precious ores and clusters of uncut gems scattered haphazardly around like they had grown there according to principles of nature rather than having been put in any specific place.

Pools, streams, rivulets, springs, and an uncountable number of waterfalls mixed with great trees and truly massive flowers and mushrooms growing out of the nymphen constructions (when the nymphen architecture did not seem as if it was growing out of them). Colorful birds and jewel-like insects of every size and variety from peacocks and hummingbirds to butterflies and dragonflies sang and darted and hummed through the open-roofed halls and half-enclosed caverns. There were statues of every type of nymph in a variety of poses, from swimming nereids to dancing dryads and sword-wielding lampads. As well as the statuary, there was a variety of murals and carved reliefs depicting scenes from nymph and Aelsunite history.

Even the scent of the air was an intricate tapestry expertly cultivated from nature. The earthen richness of the mushrooms mingled wonderfully with flowers that smelled impossibly sweet. Despite the multitude of waterfalls, the air had the perfect level of healing humidity. Occasionally, a dry breeze from some nearby kitchen carried rich spices that caressed the skin and gave a wonderful contrast of scents.

As they traveled, the group picked up a following of nymphs and pixies who darted half-hidden from alcove to nook, giggling and singing.

Caleldir found the trip to be a few steps past merely overwhelming with an amazing amount of mind-melting beauty everywhere he looked. He was unable to give any of it the attention it deserved while his giggling familiars - high off of the soul energy produced by all of the artwork around them - continued playing with his body in all the ways that succubi were known for.

The strange carriage came to a particularly magnificent building that looked almost like a half-ruined cathedral of immense size. With carpets of moss and curtains of flowering vines, streams flowing through the walls, and many of the bottom halls underwater, it seemed like an ancient structure long reclaimed by the wilds.

The great hall of the palace had a roof of leaves and stone arches lit by a setting sun streaming through a magnificent stained-glass depiction of a nude fire-haired woman dancing with a star. A fifty-foot tall marble statue of a dancing nymph dominated the far side of the structure, looking real enough to pirouette down the stairs and across the deep moss, many-hued blossoms, and slightly glowing waters of the floor.

Many, many nymphs had congregated in the palace, some singing, some dancing, some laying across beds of moss and flowers, others swimming, diving, or bathing, and still others intertwined with each other, adding breathy moans to the louder music of nymph and birdsong and the ever-present laughter of flowing and falling waters. A smaller number of 'mortal' Priestesses and Cultists of Beauty were scattered through the nymphen court, mostly elves and half-elves but also a few humans, halflings, dwarves, a single gnome, a few exotic monster women, and even the world's loveliest half-orc.

It was in the center of this cavernous chamber that Althaia stopped the flower boat. "Daughters of Beauty!" the nymph queen called out grandly as she stepped down from her moving throne of flowering vines. "Rejoice! For this day we begin the restoration of the Nylameia! I am already pregnant with the first three Nymphen Nylameia to be conceived after Astellodia's betrayal! With the seed of the Second Son of the Great Mother, we can restore our once great race to our rightful position as mistresses of this world, and recreate greater than ever the most beautiful civilization that has ever existed, and allowing our most gorgeous and worshipful patron Goddess Aelsuna to finally take physical form on this plane. And all you have to do to be part of founding this lovely legacy is to have sex with our esteemed uncle here to your hearts' content!"

While Althaia spoke, Caleldir's familiars rearranged themselves to frame their master for all in the chamber to see. They moved from fondling him (and each other) for their own pleasure to moving their hands to highlight every perfect part of him. Aster smiled sweetly and acted as if she was showing off a piece of precious art. Dahlia, however, had the air of an auctioneer proudly beginning the bid for her prized stud.

The nymphkin who followed behind drew closer. Their eyes went from Caleldir to their queen, waiting for the moment they were set free upon Caleldir's body. A couple of pixies and fairies landed, becoming bigger as their feet touched the soft moss.

Looking over the assembly, Caleldir took a long breath. Even though by all rights, he should be used to this sort of thing by now, it was still rather intimidating to be ogled by such an assembly. It did not help that the location and the nymphs gathered were so lovely as to give even him a minor headache. It was easiest to look at Althaia, whose aura he was more used to, or the Priestesses of Beauty, who, while supernaturally beautiful, were not quite as inconceivably gorgeous as the nymph congregation here in the heart of their domain. So, he fixed his eyes on Althaia herself.

The nymph queen gave Caleldir a reassuring, slightly apologetic smile, then resumed her speech. "Now, ladies, remember not to get carried away. Caius here has been brought to us by Astellodia to restore the Nylameia, but he is here with extreme reservations and reluctance. Be gentle and understanding with him. He does like forceful women, but there is a limit. Be sure to listen to the Priestesses when they tell you to restrain yourselves." She took a long breath and gestured towards Nerira, the High Priestess of Aelsuna who had come with Princess Ravayra to the council. "After the High Priestess offers thanks to our Gorgeous Goddess and the Great Mother, we shall begin."

High Priestess Nerira stepped up and led the congregation in a prayer and a short song. When she finished the song, the audience waited with bated breath for her to declare the beginning of the ceremony. The fire-haired elf-nymph smiled. "As a last declaration before we start the Ritual of Renewal, our Gorgeous Goddess wishes for me to tell Her faithful priestesses and cultists that having relations and bearing children from Her beloved brother Caius is not in violation of any of our vows." The Aelsunites audibly gasped and looked towards Caleldir with new hunger. The High Priestess spread forth her arms to the sky, the light of the setting sun illuminating her through the stained glass. "Let the Ritual of Renewal begin!"

This was met by a musical combination of cheers and giggles. The succubi braced themselves and Caleldir as the wave of gentle feminine beauty crashed over them. The combination of nymphs and fairies that currently surrounded Caleldir encouraged him to participate, which he did willingly, though he was too overwhelmed to do much. The only difference between this and his previous orgy experience was the lack of bondage gear; he was so surrounded by women that movement was near impossible.

For her part, Althaia quickly ensured that she was close enough to Caleldir to watch him seed her 'sisters', her purple eyes glazed over with intense arousal. Nymphs and priestesses took turns pleasuring the queen as she watched Caleldir sire her race.

Though Caleldir tried to make conversation with the nymphs, most of them just giggled and said that they would talk later. The common refrain seemed to be that it was not worthwhile having a conversation in this crowd. He asked for names, but the nymphs and pixies pretty much just told him that they were only interested in the sex right now: he could learn their names later.

Dahlia and Aster eventually got carried away by nymphkin who had had their turn already. They were never very far after that, but they could never quite manage to return to his clump of the orgy. Not that they minded. The amount of energy they were receiving from the hall was making them almost blackout drunk.

A familiar face came into Caleldir's view. She was as gorgeous as any nymph, almost interchangeable with any other nymph. Her rich earthen-brown hair was the recognizable part. Taleia spoke to him in warm greeting. "Hello again, Caius."

Caleldir blinked. "Taleia the Naiad. It has been a long time since we met in that grove." He let out a long breath and attempted to extricate himself from the unnamed black-haired Lampad currently riding him and her identical triplet sisters laying kisses up and down his body. He was very unsuccessful except in drawing mournful protests from the gloomy cave-nymphs. "So... Taleia. Are the others here?"

Laughter bubbled in her throat. "There are many 'others' here! But I suppose you mean my sisters in the grove where we met. We are all here. Aylipa already visited you a few minutes ago, but I suppose you could not see her at the time."

"Of course," Caleldir said, feeling oddly embarrassed. "I... uh... guess it is nice to see you again. How do you like this place? How are you enjoying the ceremony?"

"The answer to that seems too obvious to waste our time explaining," Taleia responded. Caleldir sighed. She had a point. He knew full well that all of the nymphs here, even the dour lampads, were having the time of their lives.

Having successfully explained herself, Taleia took the place of the lampad, who mournfully despaired that she wouldn't be allowed more time after this. Ignoring the pessimistic nymph kin, Taelia's pussy slid over his cock. As always, Caleldir tensed when the lampad pulled off, again when Taleia slid on and relaxed when he was firmly inside the naiad.

"You know, I have a better chance of getting pregnant these three days than most others here," she whispered to him conspiratorially.

Something in the corner of Caleldir's eye twitched. "I confess, I do not know how nymph reproduction works. I did not read those books in my library, even when Rubella tried to trick me into doing so. So... why do you have a better chance?"

"I just had it explained to me as well. It wasn't something that I thought of much in my little glade where we met. I knew I could conceive, of course, and I knew that it required a lot of sex, but I didn't know the exact mechanics. A nymph must consume a male's seed twice seven - with no other men between. Then I will be attuned, and the opportunity to become pregnant with seed taken into my womanhood will become apparent to me. So, Caius, you and I have had a head start. For, since taking you into my bed, no other male has seemed attractive to me," Taleia explained while milking his cock, rubbing her breasts against him with every smooth, slow pump.

"Oh," Caleldir said, pursing his lips. "So..." he looked around at the army of nymphs and gulped. "So... so I have to have sex with all these ladies at least fourteen times? That... uh..." He sighed. "I was going to protest about how much sex that is, but being incubized means I am never not having sex anyway." He gave Taleia a hug, squeezing her against him and stopping her movements for a moment. "Frankly, I am glad for conversation. Most of your sisters do not want to talk: they just want to moan and giggle and sing."

"It is an important occasion," Taleia responded, pushing gently but firmly out of his grasp so she could keep moving. "This isn't about talk, this is about pleasure. Though, a pixie might satisfy your need for conversation. And then some."

"I have seen pixies around, but none have approached me yet," Caleldir mused, ignoring Taleia's comment about this 'not being about talk'. "At least, I have not noticed one doing so. Frankly, I have lost track of who I have been inside since a lot of your sisters have made use of my face. But this is the first time I have seen pixies grow to our size. How do they fit in? And what about the priestesses and cultists?"

"It's rather difficult for a pixie to become medium or even small. These halls, however, lend them some magic to allow them to comfortably breed with you. As for how they 'fit in,' they live in the same places that the rest of us do; they are like little sisters. The cultists are strange to us but not as strange as the priestesses. We follow the same goddess, though, so awkward moments can be overcome," Taleia said vaguely. She didn't seem to want to elaborate.

"Oh. I wonder what a child between me and a pixie would even be like..." Caleldir considered, then let out a long breath. He gave Taleia a kiss. Sensing that she was done talking, he summoned the energy to properly thrust up into her and run his hands enthusiastically up and down her body. Soon, he felt yet another orgasm coming on. "What are your feelings on becoming a mother?" he started to ask. Then, shuddering, he came into her, his hands tightening on her ass as he did.

"I will know my feelings when I am a mother," Taleia said with a shrug.

Caleldir let himself relax. He had not figured out how the nymphs determined who got him when, but a lot of them did take two shots before vacating. "I just fear that there is no way that I can possibly know all my daughters," he confessed to Taleia. "But I do want to at least try."

"You have said that you did not want to 'know' your daughters," came the lovingly sadistic voice of Mirjana at Caleldir's ear. Caleldir stiffened as blood-crimson hair began to snake around his limbs in her version of an affectionate embrace. "I am happy you have changed your mind."

"I am happy too!" Althaia moaned. She had been silent up until this point, shuddering in orgasm every time Caleldir unloaded into one of the nymphs. "I know you don't mean it that way, but I hope you do!"

"What are you doing here, Mirjana?" Caleldir asked tersely. "Don't you have rusalka to rule over? And you know full well I did not mean that."

"I wanted to see you. There was an open invitation to this goddess' ritual. 'All are welcome to share in the love' the pixie said to me. I decided to see my rival's work," Mirjana explained in her heavy northern accent. It had gotten worse recently; her rusalka sisters were causing her to regress.

"Wait, who is your rival?" Caleldir asked, craning his neck to get a better look at Mirjana.

Her face came into view, both lovely and exotic. She gave him a fanged smirk. "All queens are my rivals."

Althaia snorted. "Sure, Mirjana. I will take that rivalry a bit more seriously when you have a few more than four subjects. You need at least a few hundred rusalka to compete."

"They will come. We take more time to gather," Mirjana said confidently.

"Of course," Caleldir sighed. He looked up at Taleia. "Taleia: this is Mirjana. Queen of the Rusalka of Norahist. And soon to be one of my wives, I suppose."

"I know her," Taleia said neutrally.

"Althaia came to me when I entered her home," Mirjana explained. "I have been introduced to many. Now, I require you to pleasure me." With that, she sat on his face while Taleia continued to ride him.

Mirjana left him after she had her orgasm and made Caleldir cum inside her for good measure. Then resumed the horde of nameless nymphkin for quite some time, until eventually, a more ordinary elf woman appeared before him. She was still gorgeous, but could not match a nymph's beauty. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets and bounced as she moved up to him.

"I didn't think I would get to do this so soon..." she breathed as she sat on his thighs and marveled at his exposed body.

The nymphs seemed to be willing to give the elf some space, and moved just a bit away, most of them getting distracted by each other but several watching the scene intently. Caleldir sat up a bit and looked down at the blonde elf. "Um... I assume you are one of the Aelsunite priestesses, then?"

"I am. Our high priestess gives her apologies; she doesn't think it would be appropriate for her to take advantage of you here. But me..." her hand trembled as she took his cock and curiously felt his length and girth.

Caleldir took a deep breath, looking around at the audience of nymphs. Especially Althaia, who was still watching with excessive interest. The elf seemed oddly pure in comparison. "So... uh... is this your first time?"

She blushed. "Is it that obvious? I know you do not know the ways of Aelsuna in the southern lands. Her priestesses are required to take a vow of chastity while serving in Her church. Most priestesses in the lower ranks are virgins."

"The gasp from the priestesses after High Priestess Nerira's proclamation that I 'don't count' suddenly makes a lot more sense," Caleldir said with a long breath. He sat up more fully and put his arms around the blonde elf. "I... uh... I confess I am not as used to dealing with virgins. The last one was a succubus, and the only other was guided by Ashyr. I suppose that my trying to talk you out of losing your virginity to me here is pointless?"

"Why would it be a bad idea? My Goddess, Herself wants me to do this," the priestess asked. The tone of her voice suggested that she would take any excuse at that moment. The atmosphere of arousal was too potent.

"Just... I am not sure that a massive, massive orgy is the best place for your first time!" Caleldir replied.

"Didn't you hear? This doesn't count," she insisted while she began to rub the head of his cock against the entrance to her womanhood. "This is similar to 'releasing tension' with my sisters; my future husband will not hold against me the things I was permitted to do while serving my Goddess." With that, it seemed that her self-control left her and she pressed herself down onto him. Her eyes lidded while the wet, silken walls of her very tight pussy gripped him. Althaia moaned out loud, not for the first or last time.

Caleldir had been about to continue the conversation, but the priestess was much too insistent. Before he could say anything more, he was slipping inside her, and his words just came out as a long moan. Sighing and shaking his head, he smiled with some affection and hugged her tightly. "Well, can I at least get your name?"

The priestess was willing to give her name and a few other details about her faith and duties. Not that it was entirely coherent; she was rather distracted. What Caleldir did make out was that she was comparatively young (not yet forty), had entered the church at puberty, was extremely devout, very horny, had expected that she would not be able to have sex with a man for another thirty years at minimum, and was past herself with delight to have sex with her Goddess's brother and bear his daughter. Which, of course, also 'didn't count'. Normally, only Bishops and higher in the Church of Aelsuna could marry and have children - she explained - in part because as long as they were clerics of Aelsuna they could only have daughters, and the light elven lands needed sons too.