Drow's Dilemma Ep. 145: Stolen

Her embrace tightened until Caleldir felt in danger of having his internal organs crushed. He wheezed out some protest, and she let go of him. "Oh! I am sorry!" she said in a tone both sadistic and genuinely apologetic. "I do not want to harm you, Caleldir. You are too... precious."

Varynae let out a long breath, then looked around her, her smile becoming less smug and much more genuine. "Look at this place!" she said in a tone of deep appreciation. "It is just so... lovely. So beautiful. You know, I wondered why I felt compelled to gather precious things. I thought it was just a draconic weakness I needed to overcome. Certainly, I always loved gathering perfect specimens that I may contemplate why they are perfect, but just the draconic desire to hoard? I felt this was some defect I needed to overcome. Something I could meditate away with time as I meditated away my mortality. But since Abanonda and my embrace of Beauty, I realized something."

Caleldir was quiet, looking up at the strange dragon, trying to read her true motives. Varynae looked down at him, her eyes opening just a tiny bit. He sighed. "I will take the bait." Pretending to be reluctant would be better than being too curious. "What did you realize, Varas? Or is it Vlondae? I recall you using that name as well."

"I go by Varynae these days," Varynae said. "But, I suppose that since this is now my True Form - and not that lizardly body I happened to hatch with - it would not be inaccurate to call me Varyndaevyrress: my true name."

"You give me your true name so easily?" Caleldir said, his tone suspicious despite his internal satisfaction.

The dragon laughed and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his dick. "You were powerful once, Goelon. But since you have fused yourself with yourself, what are you? An ornament, and a breeding tool. You are a set of genes to be reproduced. Seed to be squeezed out." Her breath caught a bit, and her eyes darted away, blushing. "And a fascinatingly intoxicating dick to be ridden. But I am not a succubus. My true name gives you no power over me."

Caleldir took a deep breath. At the very least, it seemed as though this dragon-nymph was telling the truth. Which meant that she genuinely was enjoying sex with him so much as to confound her. He made a note of this in case she became dangerous again. Because he knew from experience that she was extremely dangerous. Far more so than Goelon himself at his height.

"So, what did you realize?" he brought the conversation back.

Varyndaevyrress laughed. "Only that my seeking of beautiful things for my hoard was born out of the same instinct that I have to perfect myself and my surroundings. I wish to be perfect and to be surrounded by the perfect. And precious, beautiful things are their own sorts of perfection." She fully opened her too-large, vividly green eyes, and looked around at the nymphs, all pleasuring each other. "And here I find myself: surrounded by the very embodiments of the Perfection of Beauty! Truly, this is the greatest Hoard that I could ever desire! This horde of nymphs will therefore be my hoard, now and forever! Beauty so perfect that mortals cannot even perceive without danger! This land they have created is a forest that mortals cannot enter without peril to their lives, just because of the sheer otherworldly perfection! For a Green Dragon like myself, who seeks the perfection of her domain, what domain could be more Perfect? None at all! And so, I am home!"

"I am pretty sure that Althaia is ruler here, not you!" Caleldir noted.

The dragon shrugged. "Perhaps. But she is weaker than I. Much weaker. Not that it matters. I seek only to preside over this hoard. To protect it. To catalog it. To... organize it."

"That sounds... ominous," Caleldir said, the worry in his tone quite genuine.

"You need not worry. No matter what: I have to keep you alive. The nymphs need you. And, if I were ever to decide to have a daughter to train up in my Own Perfection - to further Perfect myself through the trials and tribulations of parenthood - obviously I would require you to create such a daughter. Both your seed and your knowledge of the Geneforge. "

Caleldir went to reply, but he was interrupted by a scuffle. Althaia, looking slightly angry with red eyes blazing, barged on in, scattering the surrounding Anthusae. High Priestess Nerira followed close behind.

"Varynae!" Althaia scolded. "We tolerate you here, and this is how you repay us? Get off of Caleldir!"

Varynae made no move, instead her fucking of Caleldir took a very, very slow pace. She forced Caleldir's face into her cleavage, preventing him from saying anything. Her smile took an annoyed tone, and she fixed her narrow eyes on the nymph queen. "The 'Sacred Seed' belongs to all here," she said, an edge creeping into her voice. "I was not excluded."

"You shrunk Priestess Coppereyes!" Althaia shot back.

"Priestess Coppereyes was picking a fight with her again, my Queen," High Priestess Nerira said patiently. "Seeker Varynae was just defending herself."

"She's raping Caleldir!" Althaia said angrily.

"Who hasn't?" Varynae asked, the smugness returning to her voice. "You have no room to accuse others in that regard, 'Queen'."

Althaia grit her teeth but seemed at a loss.

Caleldir managed to pull his head out of Varynae's cleavage with a gasp. "It's fine," he said with a wry chuckle. "It started as rape, but I quickly consented when I realized that she is not a threat to me or the nymphs." Granted, he feared that she was very much a threat to some other people. She was planning something. Something bad. He could feel it. "And rape that turns consensual is basically my entire female acquaintanceship. I am used to it."

Althaia looked very ashamed. The dragon smiled wickedly. She started slamming down on Caleldir, her green eyes narrowly open and staring at the nymph queen's eyes. Which were also green.

Then, Althaia smiled. "Varynae, this is about creating a new nymph race. If you are not trying to attune your body to Caleldir's to get pregnant, then you need to get off of him and let a nymph who does want children have her turn."

Varynae's smile did not wane. Instead, she just increased her speed. That did cause her expression to crack, replaced by a look of dumb ecstasy. She slowed again, panting. "I was just telling Caleldir that I was thinking about having a daughter," she gasped. "You want to create a new race, right? How about a race of dragon-nymphs? All the perfect power of a dragon in the perfect form of a nymph? Wouldn't..." the dragon moaned, her body tensing as she neared orgasm. "Wouldn't Aelsuna approve?"

"You are not even a proper follower of Aelsuna!" the tiny priestess Coppereyes squeaked. "Your alignment could not be more opposite to Hers!"

"Because she claims to be Chaotic Good, and your magic sees me as Lawful Evil?" The Green Dragon retorted.

Sensing that Varynae's rant was about to begin in earnest, Caleldir summoned all his strength and pulled out from the nymphs. Quickly flipping the shocked dragon around underneath him, he used all of his pleasure magic and began pounding her hard. Quickly, both of them were gasping in orgasm. Caleldir pulled out of the dragon-nymph, who lay there shivering in pleasure, eyes closed and hands folded. Panting, he turned to Althaia. "I had the situation under control, Althaia," he gasped. "I can put up a fight if I need to. Provided Dahlia is not sabotaging me."

Althaia's eyes had gone from envy green to lustful purple. She purred as she sidled up to him. "Oh? Really?"

Varynae sat up, her eyes opened narrowly, her face an expression of fury, desire, and admiration. "How... how dare..."

"Careful, dragon," Althaia said as she ran a hand up and down Caleldir's side, taking a hold of his ass and pulling him into an embrace. "You are powerful, but you want to be welcome here, right?"

The dragon-nymph's face contorted through several emotions. Finally, she mastered herself. Her eyes closed, and her expression slipped back to its usual smile of profound confidence. "Of course, my queen. But that was still a mistake, Caleldir. Now I want you even more. You have awakened the Greed of a Dragon who thought she had overcome Greed."

"I am used to being desired by powerful people," Caleldir said in a tone of disinterest. "Get in line."

Varyndaevyrress licked her lips. "Oh, I will."

Crouching a bit, the dragon-nymph took off as if by invisible wings. Her pixie buzzed after her.

Althaia gave Caleldir a tight hug. "When did you get so assertive?" she purred. "You should try that with me sometimes. It's much more fun to dominate you when it's a challenge."

"You are incorrigible," Caleldir said, letting out a long breath. "If you use magic to give me more energy, I will consider it. But I have become tired of resisting."

"I hope not tired of pretending to resist..." Althaia pouted. "I was not into that until you, you know." She closed her eyes, let out a long breath, then stepped away. "Well! Twenty of your thirty-six hours are over, and we have made very little progress in knocking up nymphs. So... back at it?"

Caleldir sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Back at it."

If seen in a city street, the brown-haired brown-eyed vaguely tanned vaguely handsome 'human' male would have been seen as the most generic nonentity possible. But this was not a city street, but the bottom level of a Deusterran arms factory that had developed a sort of haunted pseudo-sentience and started churning out twisted mechs driven the angry spirits of men and women slain by the gods. So, the man's very nondescript nature just made him more suspicious.

The man was carefully undoing a particularly complex spirit-tangled software-encrypted magitech lock when the huge door he had come through blew open and a truly massive warrior woman with black and blue fire-feathered wings burst through. Her 'armor', much like that of the valkyries, exposed a lot of her bone-white skin, sveltly muscular figure, and nearly all of her towering breasts. Her hair, eyebrows, and her eyes themselves were blue flames tinged with sulfurous darkness.

Despite the interruption, the generic-looking figure continued his work. "Cceuphaera the Ssulphurous Ssolar," he said in a monotone. "I had heard you had been releassed from your imprissonment. Why are you here."

"To recruit a demigod of thieves, oh Slasjowskew the Slithering Scar," the fallen Solar declared. "We need you for a job."

"I am no demigod," Slasjowskew responded, still concentrating. "And I rarely take jobss. Bessidess, what would a fallen Ssolar want me for? To ssteal from your old god? He wass depossed and replassed by one of the Light Elven Pantheon a few ccenturies back, I am ssure you disscovered."

"It is not a job for me. It is for my new mistress: The Great Varyndaevyrress," the fallen Solar declared her new allegiance with obvious pride. "She still remembers you stealing from her, you know."

"I am ssure sshe doess. Sshe iss a dragon, after all. And I have made it a point to ssteal from every great dragon who lairs on our world. But sshe already hass an amazing thief on her sside. Sshe releassed That Pixie and made her a familiar. Ssurely whatever job you have, sshe can do. I worked with her once long ago. The little lady iss quite good."

"Not as good as you, and you know it," the fallen Solar said shortly. "But I bore of this conversation. I am sent with a carrot and a stick."

"Oh?" Slasjowskew shrugged. "What do you have?"

"Cieraela's soul," Ceuphaera said haughtily. She held up the gemstone, a tiny, nude succubus Cieraela still pounding noiselessly from the inside.

Slasjowkew froze, then turned slowly towards Ceuphaera, his suddenly slitted eyes narrowing. "That'ss my precciouss apprenticce," he hissed. "Don't you dare harm her!"

"If she is so precious to you, why did you lose her?" Ceuphaera asked, cocking her head. "We found her running around causing trouble."

The Yuan-ti hissed again. "Sshe had a man sshe wanted to ssteal sseed from, and then sshe wass going dungeon delving with an alchemisst to refine her artss. I don't undersstand the ssexual, but sshe can have whatever sshe wantss. Now give her back, then we can talk about your ssilly misssion."

The fallen Solar smiled. "She was injured but is in no danger. My companion allowed a nymph to heal her before she captured her. We will give her and her alchemist friend back to you regardless of whether you wish to work with us. As a show of good faith."

With that, she pulled Cieraela's soul out of the jewel and tossed it out. No longer appearing as a succubus but a cyborg, she was still very much naked, a bit injured, and quite unconscious. Ceuphaera pulled another jewel out, showing a dazed, nude Carlotta sitting in the center. She pulled the other redheaded human out and dropped her beside Cieraela, also unconscious. "There, your precious apprentice and her deviant bedmate."

"Deviant iss an interessting word coming from a fallen Ssolar who attempted a coup againsst her own God," Slasjowskew said glibly.

"Argeas had been corrupted by fear of mortals," Ceuphaera said sharply. "He forsook his own portfolio of Justice when he helped destroy Deusterra. The Elven Gods will tell you that Deusterra was only ever a threat to those tyrants who-"

"I do not care," Slasjowskew waved his hand. "You have my attention. What iss sso important that you would deliver my sstudent to me purely to get my attention?"

The fallen Solar grinned, then pulled out an orb of utter nothingness, appearing to be an unusually large sphere of annihilation bounded by sealing wards swirling around it. The Yuan-ti narrowed his eyes, studying the device.

"You know what this is, do you not?" Ceuphaera asked imperiously. The thief nodded. "Well, we need you to smuggle the God Deafener into the Monastery and use it to activate a continent-wide divine-tier dimension lock."

"So, that is why you called me a demigod," Slasjowskew said slowly.

The fallen Solar smiled. "I am sure you have been looking for an opportunity to cut the God of Thieves off from his worshippers." The Yuan-ti simply nodded. Ceuphaera continued. "Well! When you steal the position of God of Thieves, I hope that you will direct your followers to other targets besides us, eh?"

"I will conssider it." Slasjowskew took the orb.