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 126: Dragon
The archmage was unconscious for twelve seconds. Then she sat up again, rubbing her forehead.
"Ugh," she groaned. "What happened there?" She blinked, looking around. "Well, this is something new to wake up to. Seems I am overdressed for this party. Caleldir, I assume you have a good explanation for why there is some drow that is not Nirza with her naked limbs wrapped around you? Anyway, I take it that someone temporarily purged the curse from me. My memories of that are very foggy. Now, Ms. Overly Touchy Succubus, you can let go of me." The Archmage stood up and looked down at her robes. She frowned. "Hmm... A bit skimpier than my normal fare, but still too much for this group. You all are perverts." Her tone was a bit groggy but clearly amused.
"Oh, that is Hadlyn, the Drow High Priestess of Eilistraee. Hence the nakedness. Well, that and the... arrangement we had to come up with. The Neverborn can't take my master away when someone's attached to him," Dahlia explained as she pulled away from Birchborn and took wing a couple of feet away from her.
"Anyway, it wasn't practical to place most of the members of his harem on him (except for Selene, that naked mage over there)," the familiar smirked playfully.
"I am not a member of his harem!" Selene protested.
"Technically..." Ashyr said, almost as amused as Dahlia. "The case could be made that House Consorts have harems... but the power dynamic is far different. Now, I am extremely interested in firing up this contraption and having a look at our child," the ranger said as she approached the Geneforge.
"A lot has happened in the last year since I temporarily escaped this place," Caleldir explained to Fedwyn, embarrassment clear on his face. At least Hadlyn seemed to be enjoying herself. "I was named House Consort to House Duskhaven. A new Drow House that was founded after the Curse."
"And not Consort to Blackdawn? Looks like your goal was never realized, there, Nirza," Fedwyn said cheerfully. "At least you got him naked and having sex."
"It has been twelve centuries since the Curse," Nirza said dryly. "I had to drop that plan since Caleldir was indisposed. Faraia and I tried to rescue you all, but she got caught in this place for eleven hundred years, and I was trapped underground for the last six hundred years of my life. I died four centuries ago."
"This is all fascinating, but I do need to help run the geneforge now," Caleldir said.
"What are you going to do while you have another woman riding on your dick?" Fedwyn said dryly. "Since, apparently, you have to be having constant sex to avoid being grabbed again, I will run the Geneforge on your baby-momma. The Neverborn cannot grab me so easily." The diminutive Archmage moved over to the Geneforge and began working on it. "Now, Ashyr of Duskhaven, I see that you are pregnant. Go ahead and join the naked party and lay down right here. Should be warm enough."
"If we are going to be sitting here for a bit, maybe I can take a turn on Caleldir duty?" Althaia said hopefully.
"I don't mind switching out," Hadlyn told Althaia. "It's about time you had a turn."
Althaia clapped her hands together, allowing her greyed-out eyes to switch to a deep purple. "I have been stifling my desires for a while," she admitted. "But get yourself to orgasm first, Hadlyn. Might as well have some fun."
"In front of Mistress Birchborn?" Caleldir whispered. He had sat down on a cushioned bench at this point.
"She can enjoy the show," Althaia said genially.
"Is that what they are calling it these days. Kids and their sex-parties," Fedwyn said as she began manipulating the machine. "If it comes to that, I would love a turn. I am very light and small and flexible, it would be quite easy to move around with me." She turned her attention to the Geneforge. She whistled. "A daughter, it seems. And look at this raw genetic material to work with! Absolutely magnificent. Your bloodline is pretty good in of itself, Ashyr." The nude image of a light-grey skinned drow woman who strongly resembled Caleldir and Ashyr alike appeared floating above Fedwyn's console, along with a large array of numbers. "Now, the obvious thing is to, of course, raise all abilities to genetic maximum, smooth out the negligible number of genetic defects. Hmmm... that is all done. Now, any splices we should do? Heh. With this group, we can add succubus, light elf psion, dryadic, additional drow, additional nymph, and some ghost to her genes. We can really give her some interesting powers. Probably no personality modification? I will simply remove predilections to addiction and self-destructive behavior, if you do not mind, as well as a bit more internal drive..." Fedwyn was clearly in her element, expertly manipulating the forge.
Ashyr looked to her grey daughter with wonder in her eyes and a big, stupid grin that she couldn't quite restrain. Her cousin was doing much better, but there was still the glimmer of pleasure and hope in her eyes. "Selene adjusted her daughter's skin color, but I like the gray," Ashyr noted. "A perfect combination of myself and Caleldir."
"It seemed like the only option at the time." Selene shrugged. "I was... Well, I was not sure how my society would take an obvious half-breed. My worries became unfounded."
Ashyr's smile faded at the mention of a half-breed. Her own was much more likely to be problematic - not the daughter standing in front of her, but the son that was hidden away in R.I.S.A. "I don't want to splice any more genes in her," Ashyr said. Her hand went to her still-flat stomach where she wouldn't be able to feel any movement for many months.