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 124: Ghost King
The doors to the cursed library burst open to reveal Althaia, who, despite being a Paladin, would be instrumental in forming the Ghost King's swarm of rapists. The Nymph Paladin was flanked by the rest of the party who had come to purify Caleldir: Althaia, Hadlyn, Ashyr, Selene, Ylene... Goelon smiled broadly until he saw Caleldra and... oh, fuck. That was Nirza in her great-granddaughter's body. Goelon looked nervous, then angry. Those two. He hated them. He was not even sure why. Probably because of the Curse. He knew that them being near them gave him physical pain.
Goelon's dislike for Nirza was so overpowering that the woman took a step back away from him. When she recovered herself, she looked different. Less fae and much more drow, with less perfect features and a bit more taut muscle rather than the excessively smooth limbs of faerie kind. Her eyes were also a bit redder, skin black rather than very dark grew, and her hair ever so slightly coarser. She seemed young rather than ageless and had lost almost half a foot of height. Nirza, somehow back in a simulacrum of the body she had had early in her life, swallowed.
Dahlia was just recovered enough to greet the arriving party "I'm afraid the Library is closed right now," she said with a little giggle that she tried to suppress. Goddess, was she still high? Probably. "And you wouldn't want my master to catch you trespassing."
"Too late, I would say," Hadlyn said in a falsely pleasant tone. She hadn't missed the turn of emotions on that familiar yet strangely alien face of Goelon.
The succubus glanced over to her master. Dahlia didn't need to see his face to feel his turn of emotions. If she wasn't very much mistaken, he was beginning to be overtaken by curse-born irrationality. Well. The fight certainly wasn't supposed to be easy. It would hardly work if he accepted 'Caleldra's' attentions with open arms. Dahlia found herself snorting in amusement before she could cover her mouth. There was no way she could pass as a stern, sexy librarian at this rate...
"Your time as Goelon is over, my love," Ashyr stated flatly as she drew her weapons. Both she and Selene had very serious expressions on their faces. To them, this was the most important part of the mission.
"Goelon, it has been a very long time," Nirza said, her voice slightly squeaky. "But we are ready for you now. We can defeat you."
"Yes," Caleldra said with relish. But the woman no longer looked like a female version of Caleldir. Her eyes were a paler blue, her hair silver-gold rather than black, she had lost a few inches of height, and her features were much softer and more feminine. This was now Faraia rather than Caleldra. Or at least her shape. "I am going to kill you and bring our old Master back."
Goelon laughed psychotically. "Really? You two? Again? How many times do I have to destroy you! I am not as weak as the brewer or the mechanic! I am the King of Ghosts, the Wraith of the Endless Archive. I will destroy you!"
Ashyr tightened her fists. Well. It didn't count unless he really tried. Not that she was pleased about how much Goelon seemed to choose to fight this. She thought he didn't like being in his cursed form!
Goelon floated back, books beginning to fly around him.
"Stop the tomes!" Nirza said in a panic. "He can manipulate reality through their pages!"
With a snarl of concentration, Ashyr squared her feet and began to fire her magically-duplicated arrows from a bow she usually only used to hunt with. Books were a strange quarry, but not much different from rabbits speeding across the ground and birds darting through the air.
For her part, Hadlyn summoned more Holy Ice spikes to pepper both Goelon and the feared weapons that floated around him.
Selene's eye twitched. Stop the tomes. All they needed to do was stop the tomes. Why were her party members doing things that could destroy them?! All that power and knowledge... With an annoyed (slightly stressed) expression, the mage cast a familiar (but more powerful) spell that sent a field of tentacles thrashing around Goelon. They tried grasping at the tomes and Goelon alike, for both needed to be restrained for their plans to succeed.
Remembering how annoyed Selene, Caleldir, and Ashyr were back when she tore down the mage's tower, Althaia was reluctant to destroy Goelon's spellbooks. Instead, she attempted to bat them away with the flat of her sword, or otherwise grab them.
"The library and its staff are not liable for any damage you might take while trespassing on the grounds!" Dahlia chimed in cheerfully. Like her master, she lifted herself into the air and joined in on his laughter. Unlike her master, her motions were a little bit erratic and her voice a bit more giggly. But it had to be somewhat menacing all the same, as her nails and teeth grew to sharp points and magical energy - no more than she was already known to have, which was still quite a lot - crackled around her.
Goelon, meanwhile, had finished with some chant. The Library began to shift around them, and the group found themselves on a small island sinking into a sea of lava. Goelon began raising plumes and pillars of molten rock in an attempt to roast his enemies, all the while deflecting or dodging the seeking tentacles. He also sent out reams of powerful spells, but Nirza and Faraia were able to counter most of them, freeing up the others to launch counter-offenses. It was a spectacular sight: raging elements spinning spell circles and floating runes weaving in and out of each other in dizzying conflict.
After a while of this, the Ghost King's first round of spellbooks was shattered or stolen. With the next group of books, he called to himself the scene transformed into a frozen mountainside where Goelon attempted to bury the party in rocks and ice. Then onto a wave-washed island in the middle of a thunderous hurricane, lightning playing around. Finally, as the conflict wore on, Goelon lost his spellbooks yet again and pulled out another group. This time, his spells put them on a rock floating in an infinite void surrounded by stars and planets and he attempted to strike them with fiery meteors and frozen comets.
Goelon's familiar seemed to be enjoying the shift in terrain immensely. She darted in and out of physical combat, tossing the occasional (and not very serious) ranged attack at whoever came close to her. Any 'attack' that hit someone, however, was suspiciously not very damaging and very likely involved far more groping than necessary. Dahlia tried to keep the giggling to a minimum, but there was the occasional burst of enjoyment whenever she landed a particularly lewd hit.
While he was busy warping his reality around the party in an angry, futile effort to destroy them, Goelon paid little heed to his/Caleldir's familiar. She was neither seriously contributing, nor seriously hindering him, so he found it easy to forget that for the first time he had a nominal ally.
The party was not amused by the succubus's antics. Well, except for Ashyr on some level. She was also aware that if this fight wasn't so important she would have been amused by the slightly-more-bubbly-than-normal Dahlia. And, indeed, she had expected something like this before even going into the fight. She just wished that the succubus wasn't so insistent on coaxing her into horniness. It was difficult enough as it was to keep herself oriented in the ever-shifting battleground.
Hadlyn stubbornly ignored everything except the books and Goelon, though at times it made her teeth clench in concentration and annoyance.
As Althaia leaped from floating rock to floating rock in an environment where gravity seemed to be a tenuous suggestion, she became a bit annoyed with Dahlia. "You are having fun and all, I see, but you are not being helpful."
Selene - fed up with the familiar's antics - sent out a blast of psionic energy to try to knock the succubus out of the air and into Goelon. Let HIM deal with the giggly, amorous familiar. The force caught Dahlia, and it may have been the cause for her sudden change in trajectory. It worked a little too perfectly; she got sent on the exact path to be near her master, who she of course attempted to hold on to with her thighs and arms. To stop her from flying away, obviously. She was on -his- side, after all, and wouldn't want to do -anything- to hinder his chances at defeating the party...
The attack took Goelon by surprise and knocked the Ghost-King right over. The floating tomes lost their energy, fell to the ground, and the infinite void of outer space shifted back to being simply the floor of the haunted library. "You trollop!" he said furiously. "Let go of me!"