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 106: Recruit
Even without a game to play for a couple of hours, the succubi were enthusiastic enough with Caleldir as their plaything. They were gentle with him - something that they would point out when he complained. After all, this event was more along the lines of 'reward the good' rather than 'punish the evil.' Yes, both involved sex, but there seemed to be a clear distinction between reward and punish.
Internally, Caleldir had to compare his treatment at the hands of the succubi to that which he had 'endured' from the nymphs and the rusalka. And, for a demonic race, they stacked up pretty well. They were more mocking than the nymphs, but also more sensitive to his desires than they were. And, the succubi were definitely, decidedly less cruel and sadistic than the rusalka. Which was not in the least surprising.
Despite this, Caleldir did complain a bit, but as time went on, he could not help but thoroughly enjoy himself. As teasing as they were, the succubi were incredibly kind to him in their own way. Iris and Dahlia especially.
Lily appeared again when they were in the middle of letting Iris have a ride, which Caleldir was enjoying quite a lot. In Lily's arms was a human-sized lump of black cloth. She set the lump down, and a head rolled to the side to see a pretty, pale face - the only thing not covered with shapeless cloth. Lily settled down behind the woman and pulled her torso into her lap, the human's head resting on succubus shoulder.
"Time to wake up, my dear," Lily whispered loud enough for the entire room to hear. She stroked the side of the human's face, a thumb straying to press against full, kissable lips.
"See? Look at how gentle we're being. Many of us look fondly back to our 'corruption' - those who remember it," Dahlia said to Caleldir. She was back next to him, ready to keep him from escaping if necessary. Caleldir instantly tensed and started to try to get Iris off of him. The blue-haired succubus pouted and clenched her legs around him tighter. Dahlia also prevented him from getting away.
"I feel your sincerity, but I want no part of this!" Caleldir said in a low voice.
"You will enjoy this, you shall see. Don't you want to better understand us? Understand me?" Dahlia asked. There was a pout in her tone, and even a true wish to be understood amidst the slightly sadistic amusement she felt.
Caleldir dreaded the prospect of having sex with an unwilling woman. Usually (always) he was having sex with someone who wanted to have it with him. Generally a lot. Often wanted it enough to barrel through all objections. Now... He shuddered. "I... do want to understand you," he said in a pained voice. "But not like this. Can't you just wright me a thesis? Or just tell me? Not use me as a dildo?" That said, when he mentioned using him as a dildo, his memory of Rostimira making him have sex with Mirjana flowed into Dahlia's head, and his cock twitched inside Iris, which the succubus noted with a grin and a teasing kiss on his shoulder.
"A thesis?" Dahlia laughed. "A succubus, writing a thesis on sex when she can just show someone? Caleldir, you really do need to spend some time getting to know us." The familiar did know that it was desperation that made him say such ridiculous things. Probably if he was thinking more clearly, he would have not suggested what he did. Probably. Dahlia chuckled again and shook her head.
Bright blue eyes fluttered open finally after just a few moments of Lily stroking her awake. At first, the only emotion in those eyes was sleepy confusion. Then there was shock as she saw a sea of naked flesh - mostly female, but there was a male coupling with one- two? "Where- where am I? Who are you?" Redundant questions. Clearly, her sins had brought her to where she belonged: to hell, to be tortured. Or perhaps she was being tested? She clung to the latter thought, for the former was too terrible to contemplate.
"You are in our boudoir, pretty one," Lily informed the human, smiling. "We are going to be your sisters. Well, except for Caleldir there, obviously. Caleldir, this is Sister Alena. Sister Alena, this is Caleldir Hissael, future consort of House Duskhaven, Master of our Leader: Dahlia, and a guest in our boudoir."
"Let me go, demon! You will not sway me with the corruption of flesh!" Alena said as she attempted to struggle away in vain. Her strained voice sounded very much like the accents of the Rusalka. As she struggled, a long ringlet of golden hair fell from its cover.
Caleldir met her blue eyes. His expression was helpless and slightly resigned, but mostly guilty. Once more he struggled mightily (and futilely) to get away from the succubi clinging to him. "Leave me out of this!" he said, again. It had become something of a refrain. Sister Alena's eyes on him made him feel so much more guilty. Like one of the nuns from his upbringing.