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Drows Dilemma Ep 126 Dragon

Drows Dilemma Ep 126 Dragon

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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.

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Meanwhile, Hadlyn was more than happy to ride Caleldir until that warmth that had built in her loins was finally released. Still, she almost regretted having to dismount. It might have been fun trying to fight something while attached to him like that. Her spells might have actually been enhanced. But there were no fights to be had (which was really a blessing) and there was no reason not to give up her seat. Once she was free, she sat nearby and watched in silent contemplation.

It was definitely succubus magic keeping Caleldir hard and seed in his balls at this point. Nirza phased in, and Althaia took Nirza's place. The ghost floated away.

Out of the corner of her eye, Fedwyn watched the switching-out process with some amusement. "Ghosting?" she mused. "That is quite a fascinating process. Some creativity to keep him here, eh?" She went back to focusing on Ashyr and the Geneforge. "No further splices, then," she said. "Maybe some spell-enhancements, at least? Everyone can do with a few more nice spell-like abilities. At will ones, especially..."

When the diminutive Magistra had wheedled as much mad-magery into the process as she could get away with, she let Ashyr out of the forge.

"Phanuel," Ashyr said simply once she was back on her feet, looking over to Caleldir.

"Phanuel?" Birchborn asked.

"Ashyr's son by means of unwilling conception. To a Demon God," Caleldir explained. "We want to, as much as possible, erase the genetics from his father and replace them with mine."

"Ah. Genetic Adoption." Fedwyn nodded.

"I assume it will be safe to draw him from R.I.S.A. in the cleansed part of the Monastery," Selene said. She was the one currently in possession of the figurine. She held it out in an empty space in front of her. "Risa?"

Risa's portal opened and the A.I.'s physical body (naked, as was her wont) stepped out. She was holding Phanuel, just waking from his stasis. "At the Geneforge I see. You are making..." she saw Fedwyn, and paled. "My... my... my lady," she said with deep emotion. "You... you..."

"You have done extremely well, I see. Perfect Bio-Avatar. Magnificent design." Birchborn nodded. "But this place is not safe for you, even this near the Geneforge. We can have a true reunion once we are finished here." Fedwyn gave Risa a big smile.

Risa nodded, handed Ashyr the baby, and ported away.

Ashyr could only stare at her waking son and eagerly (and slightly tearfully) take him from the A.I.'s arms. He looked far too little to already have a younger sister on the way. "I'll finally get to raise you after this is all over, I promise," Ashyr said in a voice strained with emotion. Her motherly feelings toward him seemed not at all dampened due to the nature of his creation.

"Make him as much like his little sister as you can, Fedwyn," Ashyr finally said when she could tear her eyes away from the son she felt like she barely got to see. "I have nothing against demon children, usually, but my people won't like it. His father destroyed a good part of the Underdark."

"Along with many other unforgivable actions..." Selene growled under her breath. Then she sighed and looked back up towards Birchborn with determination. "Will it work better if you add more genes to the mix? I would be willing to genetically 'adopt' the child too if it would help."

Putting the fitful baby into the Geneforge, Fedwyn frowned. "That is an awfully persistent cursed gene-set there, not helped by the infant's age," she said. The tiny mage grinned. "A worthy challenge!" Sweat formed on her brow. "Caleldir, I am going to need..." She looked over at Hadlyn. "Could I get some of that semen from you? I need a genetic sample from Caleldir, with a reproductive genetic sample being the best. I also need a hair from you, Ashyr, so I can get a better read on what in the infant's genotype is from you."

"I certainly have enough," Hadlyn laughed, her hand going to her snatch. She winked towards the man in question.

Once that was acquired, Fedwyn worked intensely for a bit. "Some of your information will definitely help to fill in some of the more stubborn blanks, Selene. Although..." She looked over at Dahlia. "Some... Succubus DNA could be used to completely purge the old father. Making Phanuel into a Cambion instead of a Cursed Demon Child will make the process much easier. And much more possible."

"If you need to make him more Cambion, you can take some information from me." Dahlia offered. "Seems appropriate for Caleldir's familiar to 'adopt' him too."

"Thank you. That will be quite helpful," Fedwyn replied.

Ashyr looked a bit anxious to see her son squirm on the geneforge. She clearly wanted to hold him again but didn't want to halt the process either. So she stood there, shifting from one leg to the other and watching as her son shifted from Tiefling to Cambion. "Just splice whatever whatsit you can to make him look not like... Faust's brother." She stated, giving her permission whether Birchborn needed it or not.

Fedwyn presented an image of a nude adult male Tiefling, looking something like Faust. "This is what the infant is currently destined to look like," she explained. "Now, let me do some adjustments..." The image blurred, then was replaced with a staggeringly handsome drow male with pale grey skin. Only his golden cat's-eyes betrayed any hint of non-elven ancestry. "Once again, I have removed all genetic defects, replaced predilections for anti-social, self-destructive, and malevolent behaviors with predilections for pro-social, constructive, and benevolent ones (including removing a genetic personality time-bomb set to have him become genocidally angry at... well, everything), improved all physical and mental abilities to maximum, and given him a boatload of powers." She rubbed her hands. "I also toned down his libido from 'sadistically, ravenously rapey' to 'rather high'. That sound about what you wanted?"

"That is... He is perfect." Ashyr said with a sigh of relief. She didn't mind at all the different eyes. Such a trait could come from any number of things. It was the negative personality traits from his father that were really important to scrub, she realized. A ticking time-bomb of anger? That didn't sound good at all.

"Now, I will warn you that I cannot simultaneously modify every cell in his body at this age, so most of the changes will take time. I sent a special virus through his system that will systematically modify the DNA of every cell, but it will take a year before he is fully transformed. The older they get, the longer this sort of modification takes."

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"Could you modify a fully-grown adult that way?" Althaia asked curiously as she slowly rode Caleldir.

"Yes, but it is rather complicated," Fedwyn replied. "It is also very limited in what I can do. But I did modify myself. A lot."

Then, the work on Phanuel was finished. At least for the moment.

"I do look forward to being out of here and enjoying some downtime with our growing family," Caleldir said quietly.

As soon as she was given the go-ahead, Ashyr snatched up her baby. "Me too..." She said with a longing look toward where Risa's portal had been.

"I miss my daughter as well," Selene said. She smiled at Phanuel, brushing the back of her hand against his cheek. "Let's hurry up and get this over with."

Althaia gave Caleldir a smile. "I think that we should make a baby as well. Maybe I will let your next load in me possibly catch." She squeezed his cock with her core. "Anyway, let us get this over so that someone smaller can ride you out of here."

"I am smaller," Fedwyn offered.

Caleldir groaned. "Mistress, I am afraid... err..." He seemed to be having mild trouble concentrating on his words.

"He is feeling awkward about having had sex with your mother and consequently giving you a half-sister," Althaia explained. Even while speaking she did not miss a single bounce, her body language and facial expressions indicated that she was definitely enjoying herself.

Fedwyn blinked. "Well... that is awkward for you. But still, I am the smallest one here, and definitely the easiest to carry around."

"Technically I would be the easiest to carry," Nirza said in soft embarrassment. "Because I am weightless."

Althaia gripped Caleldir tightly as she finally reached orgasm, then rode out until she felt Caledir's as well. When he caught his breath again, Caleldir sighed. "Mistress Fedwyn, I always did like you, but I do not think that now is the time for us to be together. Not in this sort of bizarre circumstance."

The tiny mage sighed and looked disappointed. "It is still very unfair of you all to be enjoying yourself in front of me like this," she complained as Nirza, looking very self-conscious, switched with Althaia.

"I know that feeling," Abanonda said dryly. "Ask Ashyr if you want in on the rotation. She makes that decision. Anyway, once we have decided who gets to ride cock right out of this tower, we should be getting our move on."

"Sorry, Fedwyn. Now is really not the time to discuss a physical relationship with Caleldir," Ashyr said with a bit more seriousness than was her usual. She was far more focused on handing her infant back to Risa and watching him being taken away. It put a damper on her usual playfulness. "Anyway, it sounds like this next conflict will involve wits rather than spells. Nirza would be easiest to carry, but I remember how easy it was for you to trap her soul. A repeat of that would not be good."

"I volunteer Ylene to be next. She's the third easiest to carry of all of us," Selene spoke up, looking over to her blushing familiar. "She's starting to run out of energy anyway, and wouldn't be much help." Even as buffed up as Ylene was, she was still weakest in the party and the least used to this sort of adventure. She didn't seem annoyed about her mistress's frankness, just generally embarrassed about traveling while attached to Caleldir.

Ashyr nodded. "Okay then. Do the switch and let's get going."

"It is a bit unfair, isn't it?" Dahlia agreed with the diminutive woman. "Ashyr, being Matron of the House Caleldir is Consort to, has made the rule that he can't have sex with someone he hasn't had sex with already unless she gives her permission." She sidled a little closer to Fedwyn and winked down at her. "I have no such rules put in place; my services are still available if you want a quickie."

Fedwyn took Ashyr's words with decided grace and quietly fell into line after the others as they made their way out of the tower. When Dahlia sidled up to her, the small woman shrugged. "To be completely honest, I was just trying to make Caleldir uncomfortable. If I had not been decently sure that my offer would not be accepted, I would not have made it. I certainly do not want to lose my virginity in this sort of bizarre circumstance. Also, teasing aside, I am not nearly so exhibitionist as you lot." She was keeping her robes on, after all. "Anyway, thank you for the offer, Dahlia, but I concur with Ashyr. Now is not really the time for sex. Unless you are Caleldir and in danger of being grabbed away by the Divine Animating Intellect of this place."

Dahlia's eyebrows raised in slight surprise at the half-dryad's words. Mostly about the 'virgin' part. "Still a virgin, eh?" Not that she should have been THAT surprised. She knew Caleldir's old culture, and she knew that Fedwyn was still unmarried (and might have married Cal!) The logic followed, but the succubus hard a hard time comprehending going through a year of adult life without sex, let alone well beyond a thousand years. "Well, I don't have to use a phallus. But you are right; this isn't the time for that. I suppose." She didn't sound entirely convinced, but also did not press the issue.

"Women and soulless constructs don't count," Fedwyn replied. "But do not tell the Abbot I said that. He thinks I am a bad enough influence on the children without also knowing that I engage in 'activities' with other women on occasion."

Once she had spoken with Dahlia, Fedwyn marched to the front of the line and turned back to look at them all.

"If I may be so bold," she began in an authoritative voice. "I will take charge from here on out, by virtue of my being the being who is third most familiar with this monastery, and the most familiar with the unfortunate Neverborn. I also boast more power than the rest of you combined, now that I am free from the shackles of my curse." She struck a pose, green eyes alight and voice ringing out. "For I am Fedwyn Birchborn, Servant of Eternity, the Designer of the Divine, who still challenges the temporal heavens themselves." She fell back into her normal body language, her tone softening. "I thank you all once more for saving me from my bent, warped, saddened other-self. Now, looking over how you came through here thus far, in order to purify the Abbot, someone is going to try to have sex with him. Do I have the right of it?" She watched expressions but did not give them any time to respond. "Of course I am right. And, frankly, that would work. The issue is that even cursed, the Abbot can vaporize you all. I have a strategy to force him out of his draconic form and get him laid - which will be very good for him - but I need you all to follow my lead. Each of you will be absolutely indispensable in this fight."

"Ah, good. I was hoping I wouldn't have to have sex with a dragon in dragon form," Hadlyn spoke. "It took a lot of magic over the course of weeks to get back to normal after the last time I had to take something that big." She didn't seem to be joking, but she did speak with a light, good-humored tone. "I am to be the 'sacrifice,' of course, just for future reference."

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