Drow's Dilemma Ep. 157: Bachelor

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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Bachelor

Ashyr and Selene lounged along the edge of the giant room. The sitting area they were in was one of several places of comfort set up around the hall that overlook the divinely beautiful gardens below. It was just secluded enough that it felt private while still being able to watch what was going on around them. They had been watching Caleldir do the rounds of introductions, but eventually settled sleepily half-reclined against each other on a royally upholstered daybed.

Their clothing had gotten an upgrade since their transformations. Selene's robes now had a moon motif with runes and other decorations that seemed to shimmer and shine without light needed to shine on them. The cloth was cut low to reveal perfectly perky cleavage and the majority of her thighs. Somehow, though, she flashed neither nipple nor pussy no matter how she moved. Her platinum hair was elegantly curled and piled on top of her head to frame her tiara-shaped headband artifact.

Ashyr was much less fancy. She still wore armor that looked like leather. It covered about as much of her body as Selene's did, except there was a window cut out at her midriff to showcase her toned feminine abs. Her wild hair still adorned with a collage of trinkets was pulled back into a moderately high tail at the back of her head.

"Shouldn't he be done with the goddesses soon?" Selene asked her companion, clearly annoyed.

"You know, if you're horny, we could always..." Ashyr said with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows.

"And be in the middle of it when the solar finally brings them around?" Selene scoffed.

"We could pull her into it! Maybe this time we can have a bit of a struggle first. See who can force the other to orgasm! I bet that would be fun now that, you know, she's been awakened to sex," Ashyr suggested as she casually slipped a hand beneath Selene's robe to rub her hand against her thigh.

"Fighting and Fucking. That's all you'll ever think about now, is it? And I thought it was bad before," Selene grumbled.

"Aren't you an eromajin? Aren't you supposed to be incredibly horny all the time as well?" Ashyr laughed.

"I did a bit of study of Althaia's sealing rune that lets her keep her libido in check. It's god-tier magic, of course, so I couldn't replicate it exactly, but I could reverse-engineer a measure of control as long as I fill my quota for the day. Easy enough to do with Ylene," Selene explained. Though, even as she spoke, her thighs spread to give Ashyr more room. Whether she noticed this or not was a mystery.

"I've been meaning to ask you that. Where is Ylene? I never see her around, but you mention her all the time as if she's right next to you," Ashyr asked, glancing around.

"You have not been paying attention," Selene observed.

"Er... should I be? Ylene is your pet- er, familiar. She's cute and all, but..." Ashyr shrugged. "Don't tell me you expect more of my attention to go to your catgirl?"

"Well, no. I suppose not," Selene allowed. "Anyway, while you were undergoing your training and transformation, one of our projects was to teach Ylene shadowstep - technically, we had already been working on that and just needed a boost to complete it. She's lived in my shadow ever since. It's the best way to keep one's familiar safe. Otherwise, they can be a huge liability."

"Ah. That would be an effective move!" Ashyr commented thoughtfully. "I should learn that."

"After the wedding and the fight with Lolth, maybe," Selene shrugged.

Ceuphaera stepped through a dimension door, Caleldir following quickly behind looking dazed.

"Most beloved of my Master," Ceuphaera began respectfully. "As any-half mortal who has been aggressively flirted with by five goddesses at once - including the Goddess of Beauty, the Goddess of Hedonism, and the Goddess of Partying - my Master is feeling overwhelmed and may take a few minutes to recover. I hereby relinquish him into your care."

"I won't take that long to recover," Caleldir said quickly.

"Sit with us," Ashyr asked him. She and Selene separated to give him space between them. Caleldir quickly took the offered seat, letting out a contented sigh. "How do you like your future wives?" Ashyr asked curiously.

Ceuphaera saluted and disappeared.

"Most of them are people I already know and love," Caleldir replied. "But... but seeing them all in one place is a bit overwhelming."

"A few more than were at the wivesmoot, huh?" Ashyr commented as she settled halfway into Caleldir's lap, leaving just enough room for Selene to mirror her on the other side of him. "Goddesses instead of just demigoddesses. And half of them outclass us despite our power boost. It's a good thing we claimed him when we did, eh, Selene?"

"I, at least, intend on ascending both of us at the earliest opportunity," Selene declared. "We've already made the first steps. If we're going to be any assistance with The Divine Bitch, we're going to need an enormous power boost."

Caleldir hesitated. "The goddesses said that they were working on that. Though Freyja was very cagey about the details. I could tell that Aelsuna was uncomfortable about the plan, though. They did mention that you two will be critical. Ellistraea seemed very proud of both of you for what it is worth."

Selene grunted. "I don't know how to feel about that." She pulled at the image of a crescent moon depicted on the skirt of her robe. "I enjoyed wearing spider webs despite having no fondness for the goddess of webs. I would still wear them, but it doesn't seem appropriate now. Ellistraea is better than her mother - obviously - but I don't like how chaotic she is. I would just rather... ignore goddesses and continue with my research and education. Be my own goddess. Follow the ways of Order and Knowledge. Similar to my father, actually."

"Yeah it's kind of weird for me too," Ashyr admitted. "I mean, I've even been empowered by Ellistraea! But it would feel strange to, like, pray to her. Especially now that she's going to get married to Caleldir. It's as if we're on the same level as her."

"That's what the situation seems to be. It's culturally different than being a Consort - which Caleldir will still be to Duskhaven, making you, the formal Matron, take precedence over a goddess. Er, except now that you're a Valkyrie, our Iondae is next in line, and we don't interbreed such close relations. She still controls his sexual encounters, but isn't a wife." Selene sighed. "It's going to take us a while to figure out our role and the hierarchy of things."

"Yeah. It'll be easiest if everyone here finds a way to be a goddess," Ashyr concluded. "I don't know if we need to establish a hierarchy beyond that."

"I am sure Ceuphaera will be happy to organize something," Caleldir said with an affectionate shake of his head. "She seems to be pretty on top of things ever since joining up with us. Did she tell you about her plans thus far?"

Caleldir quickly filled them in on the Sulfurous Solar's plan for seven familiars, one hundred and eight wives, various concubines, how being Consort, Incubus, God, and various other contracts would fit in, the end of Astellodia's curse, and Ceuphaera's own resolve to be the last bride ever. "Eventually, all one hundred and eight wives will be some sort of immortal entity," he finished the explanation. "She said there would be a mixture of Goddesses, Demigoddesses, Celestials, Archfey, Archdevils, Demon Lords, and suchlike."

"I think I like this Solar," Selene muttered.

"Wow! Really?" Ashyr laughed at her cousin.

"Yes. Really. She values Order so much that I think life will be easier on me. Otherwise, the task of reining in Aelsuna and, ugh, Marigold, might fall upon me. At least partially," Selene explained.

"There are others who would do that first," Ashyr observed. "Birchborn. Naliira."

"Don't forget Faraia," Caleldir added with a laugh.

"None of them have the force of personality that Ceuphaera seems to have. Not even combined and tripled. Ugh, I don't want to think of the limiting logistics. There'd always been Team Expansion and Team Limitation, with Team Expansion inevitably gaining ground due to the force of Caleldir's Fate. Instead, we're free to continue our magical engineering," Selene told Ashyr.

"Ceuphaera is older than Aelsuna Herself by at least twofold," Caleldir agreed. "She is enough of a force of nature to reign in even the likes of my sisters. Probably why my father pushed her in my direction."

"So how do you feel about having sex with her?" Ashyr asked, sliding into Caleldir's lap. He put his arms around her, looking contemplative.

"It's probably not as daunting as marrying and having sex with the goddess of marriage," Selene commented with a roll of her eyes. She shifted to give Ashyr room but remained close to both of them.

"Well... by the time that I have sex with Ceuphaera, I will probably have known her for centuries," Caleldir said slowly. "So... if anything, my relationship with her will be the slowest burn I have ever known." He grinned and ran a hand across Ashyr's thigh. "Even slower and more fraught with unresolved sexual tension than our relationship!"

"Centuries? You think it will take her centuries to find the rest of your wives? These ladies all showed up within a year!" Ashyr asked with a laugh.

"Excluding the ones from Duesterra," Selene reminded her. "As methodical as Ceuphaera has been so far, I can believe that it will take decades if not more. I'd prefer it that way, in fact. We will have a chance to grow accustomed to each wife as she comes. Maybe we'll avoid the chaos we've endured so far, what with all these women fighting over time and breeding rites with Caleldir."

"She said it would probably take centuries." Caleldir shrugged. "But... but I am thinking that she means it will take centuries to stabilize things. She could find all one-hundred-eighth next year, and if my mother's curse and my sister's breeding aspirations are not satisfied, she would still wait. Or... or her tens of thousands of years of life have given her the idea that everything worth having takes centuries."

"Hah, I'm two hundred years old and I couldn't resist you for more than two weeks! Or something like that - I don't remember how long it was. In fact, I don't think I can resist you right now..." Ashyr leaned forward to kiss Caleldir's neck. She brought his hand to caress the side of her exposed midriff, which he gladly caressed.

"And by Ceuphaera's standards, she will be resisting for a similar amount of time," Selene responded, starting to sound impatient. "I don't think you're grasping how very old she is."

"Well, on the flip side of the 'slow burn' of Ashyr and I over two weeks," Caleldir said seriously, though with a twinkle in his eye. "I remember someone raped me immediately after meeting me, and made me not a 'virgin freak'. I wonder who that might be?"

"Okay, that wasn't-" Selene began to say, but found herself unable to finish the sentence. "That wasn't supposed to be about you," she managed to finish in a mutter. "Now shush. You've been with too many other women recently. It's time for us to claim you again."

With that, Selene captured Caleldir's mouth with her own while her hand held his jaw in place. Ashyr laughed and began molesting Caleldir underneath his clothes.

After a few moments of their tongues intertwining, Caleldir pulled away from Selene, chuckling. "Oh, I know it was not about me." He grinned. "Which is part of what makes it hot. Frankly, I like it when you focus on each other." He gave Ashyr's hip a squeeze and put his other hand on Selene's shoulder.

"Perhaps we should make him regret those words..." Selene suggested with a cruel little smile.

"What, put on a show for him and tie him down so he can't do anything except watch? He might view that as a nice break from all the sex these women inflict upon him," Ashyr responded, amused.

Selene's robe had already slipped from her shoulders, though Caleldir could see nothing but her flashing crimson eyes and elegantly arranged hair, as she had slipped behind her cousin. From there, she worked on undoing Ashyr's armored bra while her naked thighs rubbed against Calelidr's legs.

"Then again, he might wish that Selene's super soft breasts were pressed against his back right now," Ashyr said, her breath becoming more labored. There was mischief in her expression as she looked at Caleldir. "It really is a pleasant feeling."

Putting his arms behind his head, Caleldir chuckled and leaned back into the couch. "You are right: I have been having way too much sex recently. Vilinixia even pulled me, Aster, and Dahlia into some cosmic space beyond normal time and we banged for... months. Just watching two of my favorite girls in the universe enjoy each other is a nice change of pace."

Selene clicked her tongue. "Gone are the days where we can properly tease him," she despaired. "At best we can get him to pretend."

"Aww, it's okay, Selene. We can always tease the other wives," Ashyr said. Her back arched as her shirt fell off, revealing the rest of her femininely muscled chest and moderately sized perky breasts. Her nipples were already hard from being stimulated by the eromajin behind her. The dark valkyrie pulled her hands back to run them along Selene's thighs, which now straddled Ashyr's hips.

"Mmm. That may be the way to tease him too. How would he feel to watch Faraia squirm with desperate arousal while we prevent him from giving her any relief?" Selene mused.

"That would be... amusing," Caleldir said, his face constricting a bit. "Though... maybe Faraia would not be the best choice. She could revert to Caleldra again." He furrowed his brows in thought. "Speaking of putting on a show: what would you two think of watching me and Caleldra have sex?" He shifted his own legs to hide his rapidly swelling erection. "I mean, me having sex with psychotic female me might make for interesting viewing experience."

"Might be interesting," Selene agreed. "I still feel that Caleldra hasn't been punished enough for what she threatened to do to Iondae and me."

"That's why you chose Faraia," Ashyr observed. "Now, if teasing was the goal, maybe sweet Ravayra in horny distress would be a compelling sight for him. Caleldir likes a damsel in distress and an elven princess..." She waggled her eyebrows and shifted her thighs to catch his erection through his trousers before he could hide it between his legs.

Caleldir grimaced at the idea, and at Ashyr's grip on him through his linen-like summoned garments. "You are... correct. That would be erotically distressing. I have not even been with that lovely princess yet. She reminds me of a less succubus-y version of Aster. And... and Aster is a very sweet girl of whom I am inordinately fond." He sighed, then perked up. "That said, you did say that 'at best you could get me to pretend', or something like that. I do like to pretend. And who better to pretend with than my two favorite drow? I do recall one of you liked to pretend she was raping me even after I was willing to be with her. And now that the other of you is a valkyrie with a kink for ravishing a valuable opponent..."

"Oh, I have that kink now, do I?" Ashyr asked with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow. "I suppose that that's worth looking into"

"You want Ashyr and me to fight over you?" Selene asked disapprovingly. "Here?" She looked out at the grand hall where there were brides-to-be still socializing with each other.

"I wasn't saying you two had to fight over me," Caleldir laughed. "Though it is interesting that was your interpretation."

"Turn off your libido blockers, and I'm sure you'll think it's a great idea!" Ashyr suggested.

"Ah, no. If we're going to do something like this, I would like to wait until we're in our private bedroom. Having sex on his lap is one this, but fighting is too ostentatious. Otherwise, far too many people are going to be sucked in. This is supposed to be our time," Selene said firmly.

"Fine. We'll retire, then. Do you know where our bedchambers are?" Ashyr conceded.

"Yelene does," Selene said.

The catgirl seemed to melt in reverse from Selene's shadow. She had a neutral expression on her sweet face, but her tail twitched in excited anticipation. "Shall I lead you there?"

"It would be nice to have some privacy, regardless of which scenario you two are going with," Caleldir said with a shrug. "We could just do things normally, after all. Whatever 'normal' means to us these days."

"Normal recently has been a quickie before bed. Unless you count all the tantric sex you were having as the new normal. It would be nice to do something different than both of those things," Ashyr said as she stood and resummoned the upper part of her clothes.

Selene followed suit, took Caleldir by the hand, and led him out of the grand hall with Ylene leading the way.

"Have fun!" Dahlia called after them, followed by various teasing remarks from other women.

Their room - one of the several honeymoon suits that would be put to good use in the next couple of nights - was just large enough to feel grand and luxurious while still feeling intimate. The royal bed was exactly suited for about half a dozen people to sleep in. To them, it seemed like a standard size. Rich fabric in sunny yellows and liquid blues framed their sleeping area. There was a raised platform on the other side of the room that housed a hot tub fashioned after a secluded grotto that overlooked the gardens below the palace. Hanging, flowering vines blew gently in the breeze and brought the lovely scent of its white blossoms to their noses. There was a 'small' table along another wall low enough that six or seven people seated on the ground could comfortably eat around it. On top of the table was a bouquet of flowers - Asters and Dahlias - and a pitcher of honey-colored liquid with matching empty cups placed around it.

"I would comment on how nice this place is, but given that we are in the paradisical realm of the Goddess of Beauty, that seems like a redundant observation," Caleldir chuckled.

"Need anything else?" Ylene asked respectfully.

"That will be all for now, thank you. Don't worry; I'll summon you again before the night is over," Selene said, stroking her head affectionately.

"Oh? So we are bringing in familiars later?" Caleldir asked as he sat down on the bed, falling back onto the luxurious sheets. He closed his eyes: mentally communicating. After a moment, he opened them again. "Aster would be happy to come in as well. We can make her and Ylene sex-fight each other. Vilinixia gave Aster a whole lot of levels in various 'Monster Girl Racial Classes' - as the crazy old succubus calls them - and she is itching to try to 'Out-Catgirl' Ylene."

"We have to keep them happy," Selene told him.

"Maybe I need to get myself one! I'm starting to feel left out. Bard has had quite a few upgrades, but I do not feel like turning him into a doggirl like Vilinixia wants me to. That would just be... weird," Ashyr mused.'

"Let's not talk about that right now," Selene murmured as she hugged Ashyr from behind.