Drow's Dilemma Ep. 155: The Moon

"Back to the full moon," Caleldir muttered. He took a deep breath. "You say 'treat them as extensions of yourself', but are they?" He looked from one to the other, then addressed the attendants. "Are you avatars, angels, or deceased dark elves?"

"They are my Dark Elves. This is where they spend their afterlife. But they've been instructed to be quiet and unobtrusive until I say otherwise," the goddess explained. A shadow passed over the moon just as a wicked smirk jumped across Her face. It was apparent then that Ashyr got her playful expressions from her goddess. "Your orgy with them is later."

Caleldir gulped. "So... ah... for proper attunement to my portfolio, I have to be opposed to that orgy, right? If I jump into it with glee, it isn't as effective. Or so I've been led to believe."

Ellistraea leaned in towards Caleldir with a conspiratory look. She made sure to rub their torsos together, letting him feel the supple give of Her breasts against his pectorals. Even though he was used to the female body, Caleldir still felt his breath catching at the feel of Her. "I don't mind if you're more enthusiastic about my people," She whispered in his ear. "Though, for the rest, it does work better if you're at least hesitant."

Caleldir gulped. "Well... ah... I admit. I do have a thing for drow. And... and your dark elves are like drow, but nicer, sexier, more graceful, and... and so forth." He blushed, looking into Her silver eyes. "But... we are on a schedule, aren't we? Don't we have to do this fast?"

"We do, but you can't help how you feel. With all of us together, we won't have trouble gathering a variety of harems. Anywhere between my wonderful people and the cruel rusalka. I don't know how your first meeting went with Grandmother's people under that city, but I can guess what they got up to," Ellistraea remembered. She seemed a little conflicted about that thought. Her face said 'uncomfortable,' while her pussy pulsed at Caleldir's cock for a moment. Seeing the proud goddess touched by a hint of awkwardness brought a smile to Caleldir's face, and he affectionately ran a hand up and down Her side again.

"I couldn't see you in the monastery either," Ellistraea continued. "I liked it better when you finally went into the Underdark. Then I had agents all around Duskhaven who could keep an eye on what was going on. Let's see... you met Sornamal first, didn't you? A tragic figure, Selene's father. He is unaffiliated with my mother, which made him good stock for creating Dark Elves. I was ultimately able to create the young Felynriia - Sidhriia, as she is called now - with the help of his genetics." She heaved a great sigh. "But then Evil came and overrode all the work I had done to turn Duskhaven into My city."

"That explains a lot about Duskhaven," Caleldir breathed. "I can assume that you sent Abanonda Blackdawn to reinforce your plans there, right? I thought it was quite convenient that she appeared when she did."

"I thought that was obvious. With all my plans being thwarted and Aunt Suna making moves, I had to mobilize more of my people towards where the interesting things were happening. That dragon of yours really beat Abanonda around. At the time I found it extraordinarily annoying, but afterward, I realized how obsessed your dragon became with beauty after that. Now we have Varynae in our toolbox, and a powerful tool she will be."

"I am sure Varynae will be unhappy to hear your assessment," Caleldir said with a chuckle. "She is still bitter about my strong-arming her into a permanent contract under Ceuphaera's instructions." He let out a long breath, looking pensive. "You giving your perspective on my adventures is fascinating, but you skipped over everything that happened in Port Afron with Faust and Carlotta, and you did not mention Risa at all. Does Risa cloud your vision? She is a sort-of demigod, after all. And... to be frank, I would not be surprised if Fedwyn designed her to hide things from the view of the gods."

"Risa... Oh yeah! Ugh. She's difficult for me to think about. It isn't quite so bad for my Aunts, I'm told, but... what was the question? Port Afron! The spawn of Xalthylth, the thorn in my side."

"Faust," Caleldir replied, reminiscing while looking into the full moon and running his right hand across Ellistraea's hip. "His father drove him crazy and he went from a good ruler to a mad tyrant. We ended up having to execute him to appease the people and coronating Althaia as their new queen. Then, using Gailwen's blood, we revived him as an aasimar rather than a tiefling and put him in charge of Afron as a regent." He smiled, remembering. "I will never forgive his father for what he did to Ashyr. I managed to prevent Xalthylth from gaining another son by genetically adopting Uriel as my own, but I wonder what happened to that demon lord. I expected he would attack us again, but he has made no moves at all. It is impossible that he died on the collapse of Duskhaven Cavern, as he is a demon lord, and was not even there. I still don't even know what level of the Abyss he ruled. We only found a way in because of Dahlia and her crew."

"The pit fiend was probably destroyed by Mother's ex-lover, The Black Titan," Ellistraea said with a shiver. "Or by Lolth Herself. I suppose it wouldn't surprise you that this happens all the time in Mother's realms. I think that it's good that Phanuel and my Oracle are bonded now. She will keep him from becoming a tyrant again." Ellistraea sighed. "I would have liked Riia to be with you - oh, when she finally lost her virginity to you..."

The dark goddess got distracted by the memory. She began rolling her hips again, staring into Caleldir's eyes as if She could stare into his soul. Which She could, being a goddess. As always when She started to move, Caleldir got lost in the sensation. "I'm not upset that I got her to have one of your daughters before she gained her obsession with Phanuel. She might have been more conflicted about it, but she knows and understands how important it was to me."

Overwhelmed by Ellistraea's movements up and down his manhood, Caleldir managed to summon enough concentration to ask Her a question. "Why... why was Sidhriia getting pregnant from me important to you?"

"Every Dark Elf from you is important to me. And to have her from an Oracle of mine will make her a powerful addition to my people," Ellistraea explained with a grin. "And that seems obvious. Are you, perhaps, having trouble concentrating again? How can we talk about what went on in the Underdark if you can't concentrate?"

She made no indication that she would stop rolling her hips on him. The once full moon was waning at an alarming rate.

"Ah... yes... of course..." Caleldir gasped. "El-Ellie, you know that when you start properly moving I can't think properly."

"And why not? Is my godly pussy too much for you to handle? I almost hope that you don't get used to it. But you will. You must if you wish to do other things with your life. I'm afraid that that hair-brained Dinoryn only gave you a taste of what was to come. We're going to be dealing with my mother, after all. That gangbang. Your first-ever," Ellistraea grasped at her breasts as she began riding him in earnest again. "So many converted, so many pregnant..." She breathed. "Your emerging portfolio must have had some influence over them, because every single one is in your harem now, in one form or the other."

Caleldir began to shiver and gasp underneath Her, even more overwhelmed by pleasure than he had been during the breeding ceremony at the Nymphen Palace. Everything overwhelmed him from the sound of Her voice to dirty words on Her sacred lips, from the graceful movement of Her body to the smug smile on Her face and - most of all - the feel of Her sliding up and down his manhood.

"Your pu... you are definitely too much for me to handle," he gasped. The memories of Dinoryn flowed back to him and he came up into her with a desperate, shuddering gasp.

She let out an elated cry and the realm around them shifted once again. Instead of a bed of two adoring women, a bed of dozens of grinning, aroused, gracefully naked dark elven women surrounded the pair of them. Ellistraea pulled Herself off of Caleldir for the first time since She ended Her virginity with him. Even as Her breasts heaved with desperate arousal, Her motions were a more graceful dance than any mortal woman could achieve so soon after orgasm. "With the memories of Dinoryn in your head, compare them to My women! Welcome to your harem within My domain!"

A dark elf eagerly approached and quickly sat upon Caleldir's waiting cock before he could fully recover from having been inside the goddess. The dark elf looked remarkably like Selene - as did another woman behind her - who then slipped behind Caleldir to pillow his head. She looked almost overcome with joy. Caleldir stared at her, feeling his heart throb at the resemblance between them and one of his closet lovers. They looked like Selene, but also like Sidhriia...

"First I reward the fallen sisters who I had wanted to act in the Underdark as my agents," Ellistrara said in a gentle voice. "Sadly, their moon-touched skin caused Duskhaven to kill them. I had hoped that their mothers were refined enough to have mercy. What I did not account for is the Evil influence that had already overtaken some of the Duskhaven men at that point. They kept my precious oracle to see how she turned out, but the rest," Ellistraea gestured sadly toward the two women. "Came to join me a little earlier."

Caleldir gulped. "Forgive my divinely-addled bout of stupidity, but.. are you then Selene's sisters?" he asked the two women in a daze. "I... I knew this was the afterlife, but it didn't emotionally register until now..."

"They're sister-nieces, to be precise," Ellistraea answered for them. The two Duskhavens remained silent except for the little gasps of delight from the one on top of him. "They were the only ones who I could keep my mother from stealing away. That's part of the reason why they had to be moon-touched on the mortal plane. They revert to their 'uncursed' form here in my plane." She stroked the hair of the one already riding Caleldir's dick in smooth, sensuous motions. Her face grew sadder as She dwelt upon the reality of Her precious people. "Mother has the rest of Duskhaven and so many more of the people I could call Mine. While these two - who I cursed in life - are enjoying every good thing here in the afterlife, The Spider tortures their mothers in Her Webs."

Tears began to drip down Ellistraea's cheeks, sparkling in the light of the half-moon. "This is why we must end Aralolth's reign once and for all. I am happy that She gave us an excuse."

Caleldir felt torn. He was not sure if he should pay more attention to the two strangely silent murdered Duskhavens, or keep his attention on the goddess Herself. Since the Duskhaven souls seemed content to just kiss, caress, and ride him, and since the presence of the goddess was so overwhelming he had difficulty focusing on things other than Her, he decided to reach out and wipe away Ellistraea's tears. It was surreal to comfort a goddess while the souls of two now-adult dark elves murdered as infants sexually enjoyed him, but these days everything was surreal and he just had to roll with it. "I have no idea how I can bring down one of the most powerful and cunning goddesses in the universe," he said glumly. "I... I am not my brother: your father. I am not as strong as Him, as old, as cunning, or anything else. He has fought against Your mother for nearly ten thousand years, and still, She grows in power. I... I do not know what I can do, but I will help however I can."

She smiled wanly. "Don't you see? You are what Father is not. You have power He does not. You can also endure what He cannot. We think you are exactly what we need."

Caleldir shivered, surrendering more of his eternally regenerating seed into the body of the woman on top of him. He could feel her pussy shuddering happily around him. They smoothly switched positions and carried on as before. "What... what power do you think I have that He does not?" Caleldir asked after a moment of recovery, hands running up and down the new Duskhaven. "I am good at research, engineering, and organization, but I am not equal to a god in those areas."

"I suppose the future god of Unwanted Harems would not like to acknowledge the Divine attraction women have toward him," Ellistraea commented, amusement breaking through her sadness. "If you learn to harness that talent..."

"I do not want to brainwash women into being my sex slaves!" Caleldir fussed. "Besides, even if I did, my powers would not work on goddesses."

"That is not what's happening," Ellistraea laughed. "Anyway, while we talk, I must reward the rest of my people for all the trials they have endured for My sake - we don't have unlimited time. How would you like another repeat of the Dinoryn incident? That Matron was a fool - one of the few I don't feel too bad about for temporarily rotting in Lolth's domain. Temporarily. I understand that you found that far less traumatic than you should have."

The moon was getting darker at that thought. Caleldir looked up at the Duskhaven woman enjoying her ride on top of him, then over to Ellistraea. "The... the Dinoryn incident?" he asked, eyes going to the darkening moon. Was it just him, or were Ellistraea's eyes starting to turn red rather than silver? "You mentioned it earlier, while I was overwhelmed by you. I would have enjoyed it more if not for poor Jhul'une being forced to watch. Though it was... humiliating, to be used as nothing more than a stud and sex toy by so many women mocking me."

"And then every single one of them became Yours," Ellistraea repeated. "Yours and Mine - and Aunt Lilith's." The dozens of women already gathered around Caleldir became hundreds. The two Duskhaven sisters became lost in the sea of feminine nudity as they converged upon Caleldir.

Caleldir attempted to wriggle away enough to keep eye contact with Ellistraea, who had a wild look in her now crimson eye, reminding him of Selene when she decided to dominate him. Some of the dark elves noticed that he was attempting to gaze upon their goddess, so a few held him up while many others pleasured themselves on him. "It- it is still easier to concentrate like this than when I was inside You," Caleldir admitted, having to raise his voice a bit to be louder than all of the aroused moanings from the dark elves around them. He blushed, meeting Her eyes in this position. "You asked me about... about a repeat of the Dinoryn gangrape." He shivered, orgasming yet again. "This is nothing like that."

"I suppose the only resemblance is all these dark bodies overwhelming you while you are powerless to stop it. I don't need chains, for even a fledgling god cannot overcome My people here." She grinned, beginning a slow, graceful dance, Her scarlet eyes bright surrounded by shimmering silver hair and obsidian flesh gleaming in the red moonlight. "Do you want to know a secret? Some of these women aren't dead." The goddess giggled maliciously. "Who is fertile? Who is not? Who among these women have you met before? Who will you never see again? No, I would say that this delicious torture is far more complex than any mere drow woman could inflict upon you!"

Caleldir gasped as dark lips laid kisses across his body and dark skin from firm hands, slender thighs, soft breasts, pert asses, and damp pussies rubbed and brushed all over his body beneath his neck. Most of the women were tiny in comparison to him, much like Ashyr and to a lesser extent Selene. Two of the tallest (Blackdawn-seeming women who were just barely shorter than him) held him upright, kissing the sides of his face and neck. "Living?" Caleldir breath, his tone worried. "I... I thought there was no way this could be another breeding session!" He came, shivering into the mouth of a woman who reminded him strongly of one of his apprentice Nirza Blackdawn's sisters. The dark elf pulled off and kissed the two of her sisters who had been licking his testicles, swapping his semen between their lips, the white seed glimmering silvery red in the moonlight on their dark faces. Standing up, the familiar dark elven woman kissed him deeply, then laid down into the arms of the women around her. The dark elves lifted her and slid her onto his cock. Caleldir shivered, but even with the spirit of a woman, he was fairly certain he had known so very long ago riding him he could not keep his attention off of Ellistraea for long. "Living... fertile... and I know some of them? Who? How did you bring them here? Where are the ones I don't know from?"

"Isn't the mystery such wonderful torture? I know how much you love the darker side of aggressive women. The hedonism of never knowing how many wombs have fertilized themselves whether you liked it or not. Do you even know how many daughters and sons you have out in the world?" Ellistraea mocked, never stopping her sensuous dance.

"So... so the red moon is Your sadistic, hidden side," Caleldir moaned out. "The Dark Side of the Moon." He quivered in another orgasm into an unknown pussy. "This is the part of your personality you hide from the rest of our family, right?"

"Hush!" She Commanded. Then Caleldir could not speak, as the realm itself stole words from his mouth as he tried to speak them. The only noises that seemed to be permitted were erotic moans, the rustle of skin against skin, and the wet noises of sex. He was pulled down into the throng of dark elves and found himself laying with his neck between midnight thighs pressed against a damp, warm womanhood while another dark elf straddled his face, pressing her pussy to his lips. Around him, he could not even guess how many of the Ellistraeans were touching him in some way, and he could not even see the woman he was cumming inside.

When Ellistraea continued, Her voice echoed through his mind rather than his ears. [I am my mother's daughter. The daughter of The Nylameia! I am a predator! My mother was corrupted and takes it too far, but I see nothing wrong with the dominant woman playing with her prey! Especially when her prey loves it so much. Especially here, I can feel your Delight when another woman steals your seed - even after a dozen others have done the same! Doesn't the mixture of despair and delight make such a potent cocktail?]

With that, Caleldir was muffled on every side by womanhood and breasts. His face, hands, and cock were taken over by dark elves forcing him to pleasure them. The red moon shone wickedly above them, causing everything to be cast in an eerie light. But the only thing he was subjected to was forceful gentleness and pleasure.

Time passed. The unending sex did, in fact, have an end. Red light passed from the moon and suddenly Ellistraea was there before him again, looking a bit guilty. Most of the Dark elves had gotten hungry or bored or had other things to do. Two of three of them filtered in and out, all giving him room to see their now calmer goddess, hair and eyes shining in the full moon. She crawled between her people to lie upon Caleldir's chest.

"But, unlike my mother, I know when we've had enough. There is a time for sexual domineering and a time for gentleness and relaxation. I want to strike a healthy balance. As my Aunts do," Ellistraea told him, sounding contemplative.

"Aunts like Lilith?" Caleldir asked ironically. After all that sex, it was easy to concentrate on the conversation despite having an unseen dark elf suck him off, hidden by her goddess. "I would not think of Her as having a 'healthy balance'."

"Between my father and mother? She seems fantastically restrained compared to both of them. Aunt Lilith embraces her sexuality and still manages to maneuver her people enough to make herself extremely powerful. Though I like Aunt Suna's elegance even better. Lilith can be a little too... lewd. Her outfit is tacky and she rides that dildo far too brazenly. At least I had plausible deniability!"