Drow's Dilemma Ep. 149: Trained

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 149: Trained

"Shouldn't they at least give you one day off..." muttered a barely conscious Selene while Ashyr extricated herself from the Dark Elf Eromajin's sleepy grip.

"No, dearest," Ashyr said automatically. It was, after all, the morning script now. Still, she always managed to say it with an excited grin. "We have a dragon to fight. Children to reunite with." Then, as she did the past week, she dragged the Duskhaven Steel women out of their various positions of exhausted sleep and walked out into the frigid predawn air.

The 'research crew' didn't wake up until after the sun began to shine through the windows of their warehouse. That was when the boisterous clashing of weapons, laughter, and screams of challenge within the citadel got so loud that it was impossible to sleep. There was even the occasional glimpse of sparring women hurtling through the sky above the settlement. The entirety of Ashyr's week was violence and partying.

Aster sat up and stretched. "Well, should we get our day started, everyone?"

Having been up half the night working, Caleldir sat up with a groan. "I suppose so," he said in a groggy tone. "You know, unlike you two, sex drains me rather than invigorating me, especially when I am giving you two energy. I need sleep!" He yawned again. "Well, we have no idea when Varynae will attack, so we need to waste as littlest time as possible working on countermeasures."

"Indeed!" Althaia sauntered in. She had returned to sleeping in tree form outside. "Today you start working with Priestess Coppereyes. She is... distressingly excited to be your test subject."

Aster gave Caleldir an apologetic look while Selene acted as if she didn't hear her mate's complaints.

"This should be an extremely interesting day," Selene commented with an excited glint in her eyes.

"The copper dragon has been partying for a whole week now," Caleldir said as he dressed himself. The dimension lock had not affected his conjured clothing since despite the name it did not actually use Conjuration but instead a mixture of Alteration, Abjuration, and Illusion. "I would expect her to have something of a hangover at this point."

"She is a copper dragon. They suffer from too much partying like succubi suffer from too much sex," Althaia said dryly. "That said, she is probably sleeping in after-"

"I am not sleeping in!" Priestess Coppereyes said gleefully as she bounced in. She seemed positively radiant, her hair of polished metal gleaming in the rays of the early dawn. As the priestess had taken a vow of nudity (common for Aelsunites and Ellistraeans), she wore nothing but a large grin and mischievous smile, showing off her slender, toned flesh and a body that had been sculpted by the Goddess of Beauty herself. "I would not miss this for the world!"

Caleldir gave the flamboyant dragoness a withering look, which she simply laughed at. "Well then, to reiterate: our goal is to try to create countermeasures against Varyndaevyrress's new powers by recreating the process in Coppereyes here. We need to know what a pseudo-succubized and nymphen Dragon is capable of. From what Aelsuna has told us through Althaia, Varyndaevyrress used succubus energy to change herself into an Eromajin, then used the Eromajin arts to give herself all the powers of a nymph, all the while melding those abilities with her native draconic ones."

"I am aware of all that," Coppereyes said excitedly. "And you wanted to use succubus, valkyrie, and nymphen soul-energy on me to reproduce this process." She leaped up, clapping her hands together and giggling. "I cannot wait!"

"How old are you, sister?" Althaia asked in amusement.

"Copper dragons are always giggling, partying youths!" Coppereyes declared.

"Well, I only know of one way to properly infuse a person with succubus energy," Aster announced, giving Coppereyes a sweet smile.

"There are other ways," Selene corrected. "But most of our equipment is south. Right now, it will be more efficient to do things the old-fashioned way." She stood up and unclasped her robe. As Always, she was completely bare beneath that single article of clothing. "I will assist, of course. To speed the process."

"Oh!" Coppereyes said with something between excitement and an aroused nervousness. "Does... does that mean what I think it means?"

Caleldir let out a long breath. Selene's fluid disrobing still excited him, even now after all that had happened. With her newly enhanced natural erotic magic, the effect was even more potent now. "It probably does," he said to Coppereyes. He turned to the others. "Phivucai Moon and Ishtar Glass will be joining us soon. Haeshi Silver is hobnobbing with the Valkyrie skalds again today."

"Should I get naked too?" Althaia asked innocently.

Caleldir started to say something to the effect of how that would not be necessary when Coppereyes interrupted. "It is almost sacrilegious for Her Magnificence's champion to even wear clothing!" the dragon fussed. "You really should embrace sacred nakedness like me, your graceful majesty."

"You did say that we needed nymphen energy, too," Selene reminded Caleldir in a neutral tone. "Althaia, I do think it would be helpful if you joined."

Aster shared a look of shining amusement with Caleldir, who smiled and shook his head. Selene was acting suspiciously professional, but there was an excitement in her aura that she couldn't quite hide. Eromajin Selene was horny.

"Oh... ah... hmm..." Coppereyes stammered, looking over at Althaia with obvious desire. "I... I have long desired to feel the embrace of Her Magnificence's favored champion..."

It was then that Caleldir's secretary Phivucai Moon and his personal maid Ishtar Glass entered the scene. Like all members of Moon, Phivucai wore enchanted mithril jewelry to indicate her rank and provide her protection from the elements, including enchanted anklets to let her go barefoot. And also like all members of Moon, she wore nothing else. Ishtar wore a revealing maid's uniform under protest.

This did not escape Coppereyes' notice. "See?" she pointed at Phivucai. "She is a nudist too! And with Our Lady's supreme blessings from your nymphen perfection, you would not even need the protective enchantments of the jewelry, your Graceful Majesty!"

Althaia still had not disrobed. "I am not sure it would be the best plan for me to embrace nudism just because it is a fad now," she said regretfully. "I like my simple dresses sometimes, but if I was naked whenever I wanted to be naked, I would go back to thinking about nothing but sex."

"We use sex magic for all our powers now," Phivucai said cheerily, sidling up to Caleldir while he worked on their instruments. "So, I do not see any harm in really, really enjoying our jobs."

"Just... do whatever," Caleldir waved at Althaia. "Coppereyes will not be ready for an infusion of nymphen energy today, but at this point, we are a nudist lab again. Again."

"You are repeating yourself, Master," Ishtar said sweetly, the chimeric maid quickly embracing the dress code.

Althaia squirmed, then shrugged. "Caleldir darling," she said in a sultry tone. "Watch me." Making sure that Caledir's eyes were on her, she danced out of her clothing. "There! Now, Lady Selene, how shall we interact with our volunteer draconic test subject?"

"Why are you calling on my authority?" Selene asked, her eyes glued to the nymphen paladin's lusciously nude form. "Aster is the one more practiced in giving energy and making eromajin. I was... rather distracted during my transformation."

"We were simply guessing," Aster confessed. "There was a real danger of outright turning you into a succubus."

Selene scoffed. "I doubt it. My Will is stronger than that. Coppereyes should be the same."

Gently, Aster embraced the copper dragon from behind. The priestess let herself melt into the young succubus's arms, relaxing into her with a sigh. "I think you should start things off, Althaia," Aster suggested. "I believe your subject has been aching to draw closer to you."

"I am not her subject," Coppereyes murmured, her eyes fixed on Althaia. "The Nymph and Paladin hierarchies are related to but distinct from the clerical hierarchy."

"You certainly talk to her as a subordinate would," Selene observed as she pressed her body into Aster behind and to the side so she could watch Althaia. "'Your Graceful Majesty,' you call her."

"Because that is the proper way to address the Queen of the Nymphs!" Coppereyes fussed. "She may not be my queen, but she still is a queen!"

"You should all listen to the Priestess," Althaia said gravely. "I am Important." She managed to keep the merriment from her expression, but her eyes always told the truth with their changing colors. In this case: she was aroused and amused. But mostly aroused.

"Yes, yes you-" Coppereyes started saying something before Althaia shut her up with a tender kiss. The dragon put her arms around the nymph, returning the affection.

Caleldir caught himself staring at the divinely lovely scene. He roused himself and hurried back to working on their impromptu instruments. "I... um... well. I suppose I should not be surprised that research on how to use and abuse erotically derived soul energy for fun and profit inevitably turns into an orgy. Though your current position is inefficient. Let me set up the proper ritual circle for you to pleasure yourselves in."

"On that topic, you are still wearing clothes, my lord," Phivucai said as she busied around the makeshift lab. "As your secretary: I am compelled to remind you that any moment spent not having sex will lose your progress on your own transformation."

"We have other priorities right now," Caleldir said in the tone of one resigned to explaining the same thing over and over again. He began rapidly laying out the jewel-dust circle in the prepared floorspace. "Besides, while they are all distracted, someone has to finish this diagram we have been designing."

"You could do that naked," Phivucai said. "In fact, preparing the diagram while being erotically stimulated will increase its efficiency, according to those calculations you had me process."

"I can erotically stimulate Master while he works!" Ishtar said excitedly.

"Then that is what we will do," Selene decided for Caleldir while she and Aster were busy helping Althaia stimulate Coppereyes. "You have gotten used to working under such conditions; we don't have time to spare."

"Sex magic feels suspiciously like playing around rather than doing anything productive," Caleldir fussed, though he still disrobed.

The moment his clothing was off, Ishtar grabbed onto him with glee. "So... how shall I stimulate you master..."

"If you shrink a bit and ride my manhood, Aster can connect you to me to make it a more comfortable ride," Caleldir said in a resigned tone.

"Yeah, I know, we've done that dozens of times, though it was Mistress Dahlia who bound us," Ishtar said happily, shrinking down to halfling size and taking his cock inside her with a deeply satisfied moan.

Meanwhile, Coppereyes was shivering, gasping, and moaning underneath Althaia's relentless stimulation, the nymph queen now eating out the dragoness's womanhood. "Your... your Graceful Majesty!" the priestess breathed. "You really are Her Magnificence's chosen!"

The sound of polite knocking on the front door directly preceded a platinum-haired valkyrie's face. "That... is an interesting ritual," she commented in mild amusement. Everyone paused what they were doing and looked at her, their expressions ranging wildly between slight annoyance, amusement, and sheepishly guilty. "I was ordered to inform you of Ashyr's final ritual at the gates at sunset. All are invited; the observer's stadium is outside the citadel."

"They are ready to turn her so soon?" Althaia said in wonderment.

"It is tonight, not right now," Coppereyes pouted, as Althaia had pulled away from her to speak to the valkyrie messenger.

"We could use a valkyrie to help with this ritual too!" Phivucai said helpfully from the makeshift laboratory's control board. "Are there any of your sisters who want to spend the rest of the day until the conversion ritual having a tantric orgy in a middle of an eromantic diagram?"

The valkyrie entered the building, considering the scene. "This is not something we usually do... but I think some of us who are off-duty will party with you. I'll send some over after I report back."

When their messenger left, Selene went back to fondling the dragoness, who once more let herself melt into the pile, content with being the center of attention. "I imagine Ashyr already had so much nylameian energy built up that the process was greatly sped up. The fights with those Valkyries, sex with the succubi - Abyss, even just sleeping next to Caleldir while the succubi and I had sex with him. All of that can work towards her transformation if I understand correctly. Duskhaven Steel, however, will take much longer. We may not get to their transformations before we run out of patience."

"We probably will not be able to get them turned the conventional way in any sort of useful schedule," Caleldir assented. "But, if this works for Coppereyes, we can try to accelerate the transformation through... this." He gestured at the circle he had just finished. "Speaking of, you should relocate to the circle. The stone inside this inner circle should be eromantically cushioned so that it feels like a bed."

"You should join," Phivucai said sweetly. "Your unique tantric energy signature can be used to transfer power very quickly from the other women to Coppereyes. So, sex with Aster, then with Coppereyes, then with Selene, then Coppereyes, then-"

"I got the pattern," Caleldir said dryly. "Selene? Aster? This is your area of research much more than mine."

"She's right and you know it," Selene said in mild amusement. "Normally I would like to monopolize you, but I really do want to gain power as quickly as possible and get my Iondae back."

"Coppereyes, are you okay with this?" Aster asked.

With Althaia having returned to eating her out, the dragon twitched and writhed. "Of course I want to have lots and lots of sex with the goddess's little brother!" she moaned. "Since I am sworn to eternal temple chastity in Aelsuna's name: he is practically the only man my vow will ever allow me to be with, after all. Any other male and I would lose some of my cherished divine blessings. I had wanted to do so for the first time alone, though, so he could focus solely on me. I have my pride as a Copper Dragon, after all. But... but if it is a ritual..." she shivered. "Well, as long as he promises to give me a few hours of one-on-one time every few decades, I will be content."

Althaia pulled away, looking up at Selene with an apologetic face. "Blame Aelsuna for making her brother an exception to all temple chastity vows," she said ruefully. "I knew that would become a problem."

"I have no more emotional energy to spare for another relationship," Caleldir said, letting out a long sigh.

"I do not ask for one," Coppereyes said in a plaintive tone. "I only ask to be able to worship you, and for you to embrace your birthright and become a god worth worshipping."

"Have you been talking to Marigold?" Caleldir asked dubiously.

"Who's Marigold?" Coppereyes asked questioningly.

"A sweet blonde succubus who has been saying the same thing about Master's godhood," Aster informed her.

"Look, everyone, I am not a god," Caleldir said in frustration. "If I was a god, I would be smiting everyone instead of passively going along with all the nonsense."

"Do I count as nonsense, master?" Ishtar asked plaintively as she held tightly to his chest, legs wrapped around him and his manhood throbbing inside her.

"Well, smite me with your divine rod, young god!" Coppereyes said in a rather irreverent manner. "Punish this wayward priestess of your sister! In fact, make me your priestess instead! Have my eternal nudity be for your viewing pleasure, and-"

"Do I hear some valkyries coming in?" Caleldir interrupted.

"Don't change the subject! Even I know that gods don't always-" Selene began to say before she was interrupted by three valkyries entering. Their minimal clothing, relaxed air, and a slight scent of mead telegraphed 'off duty.'

"She was right! There's a magic circle and everything!" one exclaimed.

"We've never done - what was it you called it? Ten... Tea... Tantric?" another said.

"Tantric magic," Selene responded in a business-like manner. "Now, remove your clothing and join us in the circle. You, too, god-in-denial. We have a lot of work to do to get Coppereyes anywhere near transformation before the ritual this evening."

Ishtar popped off Caleldir with a giggle. Caleldir sighed. "It always comes to this," he complained as his maid prodded him into the circle. "You are not wrong about the increased efficiency though."

Thus, the ritual to imbue a dragon with specialized eromantic energy began in earnest, continuing throughout the day until the bells tolled the hour of Ashyr's transformation. While Coppereyes thoroughly and completely enjoyed being the center of attention, there was not enough time or energy to fully fuse her draconic power into her humanoid body. By the end of the day's work, everyone was exhausted, even Aster and Selene who normally drew energy from sex.

They were summoned to the next ritual area just as the sun touched the edge of the foothills. A flurry of women was putting the final touches on an arena hastily erected in front of the citadel gates. Other women were already filling the stands, adding raucous laughter to the sounds of general construction. Ashyr, Steel, and the leaders were nowhere in sight. Caleldir was a bit annoyed that there were no other males here (maybe they should have tried harder to bring Tsabdrin...), but at least he and most of the others were clothed.

"Looks like a party!" Aster said brightly.

"There's a sort of... energy in the air," Selene observed. "I don't feel so tired anymore."

"Huh. So it's a lot like watching someone turn a mortal into a succubus. Makes sense. There's always so much excitement and energy that some of it permeates the air," Aster explained. "This will be a nice break from feeding Coppereyes."

"I was getting a bit overwhelmed," said an exhausted Coppereyes. "Who knew that being infused with incredibly potent magical energy could be so exhausting? At least Caleldir's divine dick lives up to its reputation. I think I will try to have babies from him once I am transformed."

Caleldir just grunted as he took his seat. "Talk to Althaia."

Soon after most of the seats were filled and the first round of mead was passed around, Ashyr entered the arena from the front gates. Friava Deathdancer, second-in-command to Captain Hlara Redspear, introduced the soon-to-be dark valkyrie to much applause and cheering. Ashyr's teeth, brilliant white against her charcoal skin, waved at the crowd and flexed her lean, elegant muscles at them.

The ritual, rather than being a formal ceremony, seemed to be more of a gladiatorial battle. The more drunken, bloodthirsty excitement, the better. She fought against waves of lesser Valkyries until Redspear herself sauntered onto the stage. That was when the people held their breath and watched in quivering excitement at the edges of their seats.