Drow's Dilemma Ep. 155: The Moon

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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The Moon

Araloth's baleful gaze fell upon her daughter again. "You disgust me, Ellistraea! You demean yourself in front of the family. How dare you show yourself in such a lewd manner?! How can you defile your body with that male, my brother though he may be?"

Ellistraea glared at her mother and protectively clung to Caleldir. Likewise, the succubi, Althaia, and Aelsuna edged toward Caleldir as if they meant to protect him.

"You think yourself clever for stealing away the people of my city, daughter! They were the least of my people. Weak. Disgusting. They will hardly help you as my armies come to dominate and rape!" Araloth further scolded her daughter before being interrupted by her twin brother and former husband.

"Silence, foul woman!" Corelath boomed out. "You dare you appear here, betrayer? Over hundreds of worlds have you fought me: Corelath, God of Light Elves, History, Law, Empires, Conquest, Rulership, and Justice! Not once have you defeated me in a world I have this much control in! This is our homeworld, and I will defend it from you with more vigor than ever!"

"Fun as you are, sister, you would be better off with us and stopping your insane rebellions," Lilith scoffed. "I mean, they tolerate me. If you just stop pointlessly torturing your own fucking people," the Succubus Queen spat viciously on the ground, her face furious, though she quickly mastered herself, "then we will welcome you back. You are weaker than any of us except your daughter. You may destroy most of this world before we can bring in reinforcements, but we have other worlds too. We may not have the Webway to launch a massive fucking invasion, but..." Lilith leaped onto the table, snarling. "I am the Archdemon of the 69th Layer of the Abyss, you cunt, and when my legions descend through Planes upon your armies I. will. Rape. You. All your people's cursed souls will be mine!"

"Aralolth, you know this will not work," Magolben said gently. "It never does. Just... stop. Surrender yourself. We are your family, and we are not like Him."

Astellodia said nothing. Caleldir just started up at the Spider Goddess. The cause of so, so much evil, and there she was, staring angrily down at her daughter who was sitting on his cock.

Aelsuna glared at Araloth. "You ugliness shall not prevail over the beautiful world we are creating. The sun will gouge out the eyes of your darkness-loving filth!"

"Ha! You are all so naively confident! This time, I will claim victory, for I have cast aside all male influence! You will see the superiority of my feminine darkness! This world shall be mine, and you all shall be enslaved!"

She threw a cloak of spiders across herself. As it concealed her body, she disappeared from the hall.

"Why did she have to come here?" Ellistraea muttered unhappily. "She ruined the moment..."

"My dark sister does that," Aelsuna said, her beautiful face stern. "Most of your power base is here, isn't it, darling?"

"Mostly," Ellistaea confirmed. "But I will not let Mother take what little I have! Her abuse of my people will end when we defeat her!"

"To be blunt, though we can indeed repel this invasion," Corelath began grimly. "That does not mean that we can do so without enormous loss and sacrifice. Freyja, Goddess of Strategy? You were remarkably quiet during our Dark Sister's visit. May I assume the reason is that our prospects of preventing Her overrunning Norahist are almost nothing?"

"Almost. Though I believe Norahist still has a chance if we carry out our plans post-haste," Freyja said grimly. "Otherwise, I have nothing to say to the Whore of Spiders."

"Don't Insult whores that way!" Lilith, Goddess of Whores, complained.

"Understood," Corelath said with a sigh. "Well, in that case, I agree to all the lust rituals you are planning to use to Ascend Caleldir." He finally looked at His daughter, still impaled on the next Nylameian God. The Light Elven God shook his head. "I see you already got started. Well, Ellie dear? Have fun with him. Now, I have to rally my forces. Even if everything goes perfectly we will be dealing with an invasion of this scale for many years. I have never seen her muster this many forces." Corelath vanished.

"Sorry, Caleldir," Magolben shook his head. "It is my fault. You inherited a part of my most unfortunate portfolio. And now, your Portfolio is cursed with it." The pale Titan stopped, wrinkling his nose. "Or... blessed I guess, given how it turned out. There are worse fates than eternally fighting not to lose yourself in pleasure." The God of Lost Causes disappeared.

"What are we going to do?" Aster asked in a small voice.

"We're going to find a way to trap my mother. She has done enough harm to the universe - not to mention her own people," Ellistraea said resolutely. She rested her body on Caleldir; it was difficult to be aroused after that interruption.

"Yes, dear. That is exactly what we are going to do. Caleldir needs to come into his power to do that," Aelsuna agreed. "I think we all know how to accomplish that."

[Yes. We must attune him with his portfolio,] Astellodia whispered. [The God of Unwanted Harems, as you planned, my darling daughter Aelsuna.]

"I admit, your plan is evil and underhanded in exactly the sort of way I like the most!" Lilith laughed.

"What is this plan?" Ceuphaera asked suspiciously.

"I too wonder," Vilinixia added. "I have been out of it, as you all know."

Caleldir let out a long breath. "This is all very ominous, but if I am going to be the linchpin of some great plan to take down Aralolth, I need to know the details."

[The precise details of the plan are only for the Gods to know,] Astellodia said serenely. [We will not go into them overmuch with beings of such little power as you and your entourage present.]

"Your life won't change much, or so I've heard," Frejya informed him.

Aelsuna shook her head. "No, it will be more of the same for you. Now, Ellie dear? Would you like to take our future husband to your domain while the rest of us go over the details? We will rejoin you when we can perform the formal wedding."

"That would be nice, Aunt Suna," Ellistraea said with a nod and a waxing smile.

"You... you intend to wed me right now?" Caleldir asked. "Is this really the time, when we have a war to fight? We have to rally Norahist! I have to warn my family!"

"We are gods, Cal," Lilith scoffed. "We already told our followers what is going on. Norahist is rallying as we speak."

"Caleldir. You need to have goddesses in your harem if you are to ascend. At this stage, that is the easiest path forward. If you had been more proactive about your godhood, we might be building you the grandest library the universe has ever seen," Frejya told him sternly.

"Or something like that. Luckily, we can do it this way," Aelsuna said. "Anyway, I can't be in your harem unless we are wed. Obviously."

"You are lucky you weren't saddled with something more unpleasant," Frejya told him.

Caleldir looked down at his niece he was currently saddled with. She waggled her eyebrows at him. He sighed. "I... I suppose you are right. I... I have to do what I can. Unwanted Harems it is, then. Besides marrying you two, what sort of thing do I need to do to ascend?"

"You have to be fucked a lot," Lilith grinned. "Absolutely amazing amounts of fucking on a level even I would consider much. Abyss, I have never before envied anyone as much as I envy you now."

Ceuphaera's face hardened. "Surely there is another way! I do not want the god I will serve to be some sex toy!"

"Ceuphaera, darling," Vilinixia purred, suddenly embracing her from behind. "I think it is time we had a long... discussion. Don't you all think?"

The solar gulped. "I... uh..."

"You agreed to become a monster girl," VIlinixia breathed in her ear. "Now it is time for that. You need to turn yourself into the sort of being who can join the new god's harem."

With that, Vilinixia pulled Ceuphaera out of the Astral Plane.

"Let's go, Caleldir. Dahlia. Aster. You too, dragon!" Ellistraea told the mortals. The moon shone brilliantly until its silver light engulfed Caleldir and his party.

When they could see again, they were in a lovely moonlight garden. Fireflies dancing and weaving intricate patterns in the air seemed to greet them. They cast their light on the shrubbery and statuary, all of which depicted elven figures mid-dance. Harp music drifted in the air from somewhere beyond.

"Welcome to my realm," Ellistraea greeted them warmly, though she was still firmly planted on Caleldir's manhood. "I am going to have to ask you to be in the correct dress code, though. This is a realm of Dark Elves. It would be shocking if someone within didn't have midnight skin. Except for you, Caleldir. The master of the Harem can appear as he likes."

"Ah, this again," Varynae sighed. She shifted to Varas, before realizing that 'Varas' was still female. She pouted and turned into her draconic-nymph self, but with obsidian skin and long, silky white hair. As usual, her eyes were closed. "This, my final contract will be... interesting."

Dahlia simply used the dark elf disguise she used in the Underdark. Aster considered things for a moment before changing her skin to dark purple and her hair to silver-gold. Unusual coloring for a Dark Elf, but within possible parameters. More importantly, she got to keep her aster aesthetic.

"Leave us for now, ladies," Ellistraea asked gently. "My attendants will see to your every need."

Several dark elves stepped up and took the dragon and succubi by the hands. They led them to a glade beyond where a small feast was set out on ornate side tables next to luxurious daybeds.

Ellistraea took full advantage of their first time truly being alone. The way she rode him was like an elegant dance. Every part of her body undulated in a way that highlighted her godly form. Her perfectly perky modest breasts were the exact right fit for her squeezing, caressing hands. The dark goddess's waist curved inward, giving her a delicate hourglass shape. Her toned legs gave her endless stamina to ride him until they were both a quivering mess of pleasure.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Caleldir relaxed into the silken cushions beneath him. He ran a hand up Ellistraea's side, feeling her skin. "I... really am glad to be here with you," he admitted. "It's just... this is all too much for me to fully wrap my head around. Everything is happening so very fast now, and my life is a blur of painfully lovely women I only meet for a few moments before they leave and are replaced by the next sensuous lady." He smiled sadly, looking into her eyes. "Though, of all of them, I have to say that you are the most beautiful, and being in you while you danced on me has been the most overwhelming pleasure I have ever felt. It is just... I can't deal with all of this. I... I just can't. It is too, too much. My heart is only so big."

The moon shone full over the two of them as Ellistraea smiled at Caleldir. "Your heart will grow as your power does. Goddesses and gods - the good ones - find love in their hearts for their followers. You have done a marvelous job loving my people."

The blush deepened on Caleldir's face. "I... I don't think I deserve such praise. All I've really done is get myself in slippery situations one after another."

"That is true! Oh, the frustration that Ashyr felt when Selene pulled that stunt and took your virginity! It was too bad I couldn't partially possess Selene; she fully counted as Drow then. Ashyr, on the other hand..." Ellistraea smirked.

"How long have you been watching me?" Caleldir asked, still idly running his right hand up and down her left side from just below her breast to her thigh and back. "And... partial possession?"

"I checked in on you off and on while you were growing up. Then I started watching you in earnest once I realized that Ashyr was with you," Ellie explained with a fond smile. "I could see you before, of course. Uncle Caleldir telling fantastic stories to the troupe under the moonlight. Some of those were taken from your library, you scoundrel! Anyway, it's better when one of my people is on the ground with the people I'm spying on. I can see from their perspective. Feel what they are feeling. I can't do more than that unless they let me."

"Ah, under the moonlight. Of course, you would see everything the Moon does..." Caleldir blushed. "Feel... feel what they are feeling. Does that mean when Ashyr and I had sex..." he trailed off, looking into her eyes with awkward embarrassment. At least she was not moving. Whenever she starts moving it became difficult to form coherent thoughts at all.

"I joined you two every chance I could get!" Ellistraea admitted shamelessly. The thought of it encouraged her to start shifting her hips, which drew a gasp from Caleldir. "It didn't take Ashyr long to start playing her tricks. I laughed and laughed when she tricked you into fucking that human - Ca...rlott...a? Yes, that was her name: Carlotta. She's improved enormously since then."

"Ash-Ashyr or Carlotta?" Caleldir asked though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"Oh, Carlotta. Ashyr has... changed. Stronger, not quite Dark Elf anymore - not that I disapprove of her changes, but right now she falls somewhere between Aunt Frejya's realm and mine. No, since Carlotta has gone from human to eromajin, she actually falls under the realm of the pantheon. That is a marked improvement, especially for a human."

"Vilinixia definitely agrees," Caleldir muttered. "But Carlotta seems crazier now than before."

"She's only the same sort of 'crazy' that Villinixia is. She has a creative way to describe things but is more or less correct from what I can tell. Better than being a human who doesn't even like men," Ellistraea said with a shrug. "It's just so... boring. Even those orc-elves were more interesting than carrying on with that human would have been, as interesting as your initial encounter was."

This drew a laugh from Caleldir. "Ah. Them. The necromancer was very attractive for a half-orc. That was before my aura of obsession, or whatever you want to call it, grew too strong, so we were able to interact normally." He looked pensive, staring off at the full moon. "I miss those days."

"She'd be better looking if she had darker skin," Ellie said with a dismissive shrug. "I bet those three had you scrambling, though. I don't know what you were doing, but Ashyr had it well in hand. Ironically, the moment she had won the big brute over to her side, everyone was suddenly there to 'rescue' her. Except that dark elf male couldn't keep a proper hold on his animal companions when she tried to defend her new allies."

"'Dark Elf' male?" Caleldir mused. He finally managed to tear his gaze away from Ellistraea and look around at the palace he found himself in. He was in a beautiful gazebo of black and white marble surrounded by a garden of white lilies and green-and-silver sculpted shrubbery. There were moonclad female dark elven spirits of the sanctified dead a few yards away, looking even more beautiful and radiant in the afterlife than they did back when they were flesh and blood mortals and gracefully dancing in and out of sight, giggling. All illuminated by the brightness of the massive, full silver orb in the sky. While it was absolutely mesmerizing, he could not help but force his attention back to the gorgeously perfect Goddess astride him. "So... Tsabdrin was one of yours all along? I suppose he never was remotely as bad as his brothers."

"Ashyr was a big influence on him... And he on her, I suppose. There was a time when I thought they would make good mates. Then Ashyr met you. I'm glad that Aelsuna has decided to take pity on him because he ended up not being much use to me or Ashyr," Ellie explained.

"That's not nice to say about poor Tsabdrin!" Caleldir said, managing to pull himself from overwhelming pleasure long enough to be indignant. "What's wrong with Tsabdrin? He is one of your people, not one of Aelsuna's."

A cloud passed over the moon. When the shining orb in the sky was revealed again, it seemed to be waning. Likewise, Ellistraea's smiling, playful attitude began to wane. "He's just a mortal male in the end. There is nothing wrong with him. I just don't want him for Ashyr, and he would defy me... if he knew my plans, which he doesn't. So I am glad that Aelsuna gave him some of her nymphs. Their offspring will be important for both of our breeding programs."

"Breeding programs?" Caleldir tightened his lips, getting close to a grimace. "Yes... that is why Aelsuna sent Althaia to rendezvous with us." He closed his eyes, steadying himself. Not being able to see the goddess on top of him helped a lot in helping him concentrate. "Breeding programs, you call it," Caleldir let out a long breath. "I thought that you and Aelsuna were not cooperating until Norahist."

"True, we were not talking much before Norahist. Once I saw Althaia through Ashyr, I knew something was going on. Grandfather almost prevented that union, you know. I think he hoped that unlocking some of your power would allow you to escape from the nymph trap," A dark laugh escaped the dark goddess' throat. The moon seemed to be waning more. "He's the god of lost causes, though. And you got your first dose of a nylameian orgy anyway."

The thought was clearly turning Ellistraea on, as she was doing less general gyrating and was outright bouncing on his cock. Overwhelmed by the feeling, Caleldir was momentarily unable to respond, so the goddess continued. "You're lucky your father gave Althaia control over her libido, or your journey would have taken three times as long after that. She still had way too much fun in the first town you reached. -Oh yeah, you met Cieralea at that point! I didn't think much of her at the time, but she's another human who became far more important to the world after encountering you."

"Yeah... she... she's helping that Slitherscar fellow fight gods," Caleldir gasped. It was not easy to focus on Ellistraea's words while she was riding him, even if only slowly right now.

"You got entangled by Mad Naliira after that. Which was a shame; I couldn't see you for most of that time. I've met her, you know. She's a respectable dryad. Her daughter, though, can be such a nuisance. I would have cooperated if she had- Ugh, she's one of your wives too." As she spoke, the light was more quickly draining from the moon. Ellistraea pushed Caleldir back and began fucking in earnest. She had no more words for him until they both came again.

The realm shifted as she cried out in ecstasy. In a disorienting blur, they went from a dark garden gazebo to a cozy bedroom. A couple of Dark Elf attendants - as nude as their mistress - hurried in with refreshments. They set down their trays of food and drink before joining Caleldir and Ellistraea in their bed. Both took the role of pillows for Caleldir to rest upon, with the added 'benefit' of caressing hands. Caleldir looked up at them, then back at Ellistraea, eyes questioning.

"Treat them as extensions of me. Ask for something and they will respond," Ellistraea explained, her beautiful, happy smile lit by the full moon that shone through a richly curtained window.