Drows Dilemma Ep 127 Born

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 127: Born

Instead of getting off of him when the abbot finally collapsed, Hadlyn settled into a more comfortable position on his lap. She figured that it was relatively safe to do so; he had to have been severely weakened by everything that had just happened to him. He was no drow, but she still found him extremely handsome. "This may be a terrible idea, but I want to keep him," she informed the room. Then she let out an enormous yawn and laid herself out on the much larger person's chest. "A nap right now probably isn't the best idea either..." she added a bit more quietly.

Fedwyn sighed and leaned on her staff. "You all can stop having sex with Caleldir now," she said in a tired voice. "The Neverborn cannot take any of us. As for the dragon: if I am going to clean up his mess here I need Abbot Geirlos out of my hair for a few weeks," Fedwyn gestured at Hadlyn and the unconscious Abbot. "Go ahead and take him back to your temple to cool off. Maybe keep him entertained with some of your priestesses. Heck, all of them would be good for him. I still bear him a grudge for... things he said to me. And I know that Ellistraea still bears him that old grudge, so she will not object."

Abanonda, who had taken over from Nirza at that point, pulled herself off of the prostrate Caleldir. "Sorry about that," she muttered as she pulled him to his feet. Looking self-conscious, she went and stood over by her great-great-grandmother. Nirza and Caleldir quickly clothed themselves, with Faraia following suit. Althaia and Abanonda did not bother.

"Do not do that to the old abbot..." Caleldir protested a bit. He paused. "I had forgotten about Ellistraea's grudge against him. The whole moon-stealing thing was a bit before my time."

"Yeah... the moon-stealing..." Nirza reminisced. "Before my time as well, but I remember the story."

"What happened?" Althaia asked curiously.

"Abbot Geirlos was collecting the pieces of the Geneforge, and the God of Werewolves had one of the seven parts," Caleldir explained. "In order to depower the Werewolves and kill their god, Geirloss sealed the moon. When Ellistraea objected, he imprisoned her in a violin for a month. He let her out after he killed the werewolf god, and made a deal with her to allow her followers a safe haven in Deusterra after that, but I doubt she has forgotten him."

"He also called her and her followers 'shamelessly naked sluts', which never sat well with us," Nirza said primly.

"Moon stealing, you say?" Hadlyn asked, surprised. "Seems I have some history to catch up on." She chuckled. "This would be rather poetic, then. Yes, I think I will take him home with me. I might even share him. Maybe." She thoughtfully ran a hand down his gold-tinged chest. "He may be a prize fit only for a High Priestess..." Hadlyn shook her head; it was something to contemplate later.

"Just keep him in your temple for a month." Fedwyn waved Hadlyn away. "Or whatever Ellistraea tells you." Fedwyn sat down in the air, floating. She seemed very very tired. "Only one more small matter to clear up," she said in a small voice. "I only need Caleldir, Dahlia, and Risa for it, but Selene might as well come along. We need to finish the Neverborn's creation. Speaking of which, time to bring Risa back."

Ashyr joined the people who weren't currently needed by the archmage. They all chose to put their clothes back on (except for Ashyr, who always had her gear). "Hopefully we can go home soon..." Ashyr said with an edge of anxiety to her voice. "Uriel..."

Selene rubbed Ashyr's back. "Yes. It would be nice to rest. I think you should go on vacation. Rest up. I imagine you'll be pretty tired being pregnant on top of taking care of your son." Drow pretty much never had children so close together; it was generally too draining for their tastes. Selene did not envy Ashyr in the slightest. "As for myself... it would be interesting to help get this place back in order. See what secrets I can learn. After a good sleep."

"I will open a portal for you to take the abbot back to your temple, Hadlyn," Archmage Fedwyn directed. "Althaia, you should follow her and go talk with the Aelsunites. I will need help from their forces soon. The portal will take you home too, Ashyr."

And so it was done, and the party went their separate ways. Abanonda, Nirza, and Faraia went to clean up parts of the monastery now that the Neverborn had been whittled down to a non-factor for the moment. Fedwyn opened portals to send the rest of the party to various places. Ashyr left without another word, though she did take the time to give both Selene and Caleldir an affectionate kiss of parting. Finally, it was just the Archmage, Selene, Caleldir, Risa, and the two familiars. She opened her last portal to take the six of them to a sealed sub-dimension adjacent to the Geneforge.

It became obvious that the Geneforge was a rather massive, incredibly alien construction. It was rendered even more strange by the many silent, unmoving devices hooked into it. Fedwyn rubbed her hands together. "Let us get all these back up and running."

Selene looked extremely pleased to be included in the Geneforge project. She was tired and her spells were almost depleted, but being present and assisting with the birth of a goddess was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Well... they could, in theory, make more, but that had already proven to be a cataclysmically terrible idea.

"Just tell me what to do," Selene said with more enthusiasm than she realized she could muster in her tired state.

Fedwyn gave Selene a mild smile. "Excited, are we?" she asked. "I can understand that. Anyway, operating and monitoring this particular crystalline latticework spell-matrix infuser should be self-explanatory to one of your expertise."

[No... No! Do not touch me!] the Neverborn's voice wailed echoing through the dimension.

"Vinya, calm down," Fedwyn said in a soothing voice. "Your curse is at an end."

Another long wailing trailed off into echoing whispers, before shadows from around the corners of the dimension began to coalesce in the middle, on a bed-like table. The form there was shadowy and indistinct. Tentacles of darkness slowly sucked into it until her form was slightly more formed. [Just.... leave me...]

"You will be fine, little sister," Risa said gently as she reached out and ran a soothing hand over the writhing shadow. The Neverborn seemed to stop shuddering for a bit.

While Risa soothed the Neverborn, the others got to work. Caleldir seemed slightly lost, but, with a few quick orders from Fedwyn, he rapidly got the hang of what he was supposed to be doing. When the Neverborn seemed to fall asleep Risa and Fedwyn finished up the last few steps.

After almost an hour of work, Fedwyn seemed elated as she aligned the last of the now whirring and hissing and chiming machines, their noise going from a dissonant mess of clanging, conflicting disharmony to, all at once, a strangely beautiful, alien melody. Rainbow-like medleys of color danced around the sleeping form of the Neverborn, then absorbed into her. The Neverborn awoke, screaming in pain. But her pain quickly turned to joy, and she laughed.

Reality around them shattered. The arcane and divine energies that swelled through the dimension were incalculable. The machines all burnt out and collapsed, turning into dust. The Geneforge hummed and vibrated. Brilliant white light covered everything.

Then, the light retreated into the form of an extremely tall young woman, standing where the Neverborn had been before. Looking much like Risa in shape, she was fully nude, and obviously at once fully flesh-and-blood and not at all biological. Her skin, hair, and eyes were alike in their silvery-white starlight sheen, the texture dancing and twinkling.

"Finally, I am here."

Her voice still echoing and reverberating across the dimension, she let out a contented sigh, swayed, and fell onto a bed that was suddenly there. She was asleep.

"At last, we did it," Fedwyn whispered. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

While Caleldir and company were finishing the creation of Vinya, Nirza, Abanonda, and Faraia moved through the main areas of the Monastery that they had by-passed in their invasion. In the process, they found a rather large and very handsome half-storm-giant martial artist imprisoned in a tube and released him. The giant thanked them, noted with pleasure the haunted monastery was no longer haunted (at least, not maliciously haunted), and disappeared after grabbing the ancient artifact (some old crown) he had come here five hundred years ago in an effort to find.

Thus, the Neverborn was named and finally, finally fully formed. The work of all the people who were cleansing the lands of Deusterra was far from over, however.

Faraia was extremely reluctant to let Nirza finally ascend to the afterlife and go be with Ellistraea (she had been floating around Limbo since her death), so she bound the ghostly woman to a ring. Nirza did not mind that much, as she was happy to stick around and help for a few centuries more.

Once Vinya took control of the Monastery under her power, Nirza expressed a desire to go back to the deep caverns of Blackdawn and flush out the last ancient monsters from the passages now that they were no longer buoyed by the curse. Abanonda and Faraia went with her (because, after all, Nirza could not go anywhere without Faraia). Before she left, Nirza made Caleldir promise to come to visit them in her home when everything was settled down. Faraia seemed very reluctant to leave, but going where Nirza wanted to go was one of the conditions of the long-dead woman agreeing to be bound into the ring, so away from Caleldir she went.

After a brief day's rest, Selene reminded Caleldir that they had a deal with the Rusalka and Phanuel that could now be fulfilled; they had access to machinery that could protect the vulnerable underbelly of Port Afron. All they had to do now was gather together the materials, decide on the design, and finally put together the autonomous defense systems. Then, of course, plan a space where those systems could be controlled. And write the operation manual. Selene was thrilled to help with whatever she could and learn everything there was to know about magitech, though she was only as useful as any student could be. Naliira's knowledge and skills, however, were invaluable. She had had centuries to improve defenses against god-level curses. Port Afron would be well on its way to becoming much more than an independent city-state.

Fedwyn was kept enormously busy, though she did help Caleldir, Selene, and her mother in their endeavor to create a new defense system for Port Afron. The diminutive Archmage seemed to be treating repairing/disabling Deusterra's defenses as a job and making new defense systems as a fun hobby. The Archmage did not seem to do much sleeping. She remained highly flirtatious with Caleldir but never made any real moves towards him.

In the meantime, High Priestess Hadlyn took temporary leadership of the former Underdark refugees while Ashyr took a long vacation from her outside duties and Selene continued to be engrossed in learning new magic. Normally, House Duskhaven did not allow the resident Holy Order to have as much control, but the time Hadlyn spent with the party cleansing the Monastery had earned her some trust. Not that she tried to do anything drastic in that month of preparations. No, all her major plans were focused inward at her order and their new and very powerful 'guest.'

Everyone was too busy to notice the disappearances of certain women who had been briefly involved with Caleldir. Dahlia found just enough women who were willing to be kept safe within Risa's dimension to avoid suspicion. The succubus was already busy helping Caleldir and keeping her Seduction in line; she couldn't be expected to do more.

Ashyr almost exclusively stayed inside Risa's dimension. Along with taking care of her son, she had the adopted members of Duskhaven to integrate into the family. They would never be as close as the blood-related Duskhavens, but bonds and friendships were beginning to form. Rules and boundaries were set. Everyone was settling in as well as could be expected for a collection of drow who were trying to get along for their own safety. There were squabbles and misunderstandings and some attempts at backstabbing, but they quickly found it very difficult to operate as they did before there was the ever-watchful eye of a demigoddess.

Althaia returned to the Aelsunites and helped lead their powerful, disciplined army around the wreckage of Deusterra to pacify the remaining monsters, ghosts, and rogue machines. At a major council between all of the factions, the leaders of said factions declared that Deusterra was now Norahist, and dedicated their new realm to the Goddesses of the Sun and Moon: Aelsuna and Ellistraea. For now, it was a theocracy with the High Priestesses of Aelsuna and Ellistraea being considered the de-jure leaders, but further restructuring was anticipated once the land had been completely pacified.

Caleldir, for his part, found himself quite busy. Between creating Port Afron's new defense system in an effort to rid himself of his unwanted sexual contract with the Rusalka, he also had the enormous number of women that had been gathered up and brought into House Duskhaven, nearly all of whom had been in the infamous gang-bang at the school. On one hand, he was glad that his children would be House Duskhaven, on the other hand, he now had several dozen more drow whom he was expected to have sex with if they wanted to have sex with him and he was not busy doing something the Matron had assigned him. At least his position as Duskhaven Consort was now a lot more secure, as Hael'yss's mocking about his seed being too widespread to be worthwhile was now a moot point. House Duskhaven had gone from the smallest surviving Great House to the largest, having swallowed up nearly all of the most intelligent and skilled of the young women of the lesser nobility.

The non-drow slaves who had been in the gangbang also found a home in House Duskhaven, as things turned out, though they were now employed as servants rather than adopted as family. As a consequence of too many women present, Caleldir avoided Risa's domain for the most part, except to port in slyly and say hello to Ashyr and Uriel.

And so, a month passed. At the end of it, Caleldir was able to declare with pride and pleasure that they had finished the defense system for Port Afron. Now he just had to return and install it. Port Afron would be safe and the rusalka could head home.

"Excellent. I suppose we'll have to plan the expedition down there, then," Selene responded as she looked down at the schematics they had laid out across the large table that was their current work station. Iondae, pressed to Selene's chest in a sling that allowed her mother to use both her hands freely, made a cooing, bubbling noise. "Yes, that means you are going on a trip, little one," Selene responded to her daughter's random noise. "I'll need to help Caleldir set things up and negotiate with the Rusalka if necessary."

"I guess it will just be the five of us, then?" Dahlia asked from her position lounged on the couch. "Risa will have to stay here, of course, and Ashyr is still working with the adopted Duskhavens. They're both out of the picture. Althaia seems so busy as well. And what will you do without the mansion to stay in? I, of course, can teleport, but the rest of you will be out of luck."

Selene's lips twisted in thought. "I know Risa and Ashyr won't come, but I don't know about Althaia. She could have things to wrap up still. Anyway, I will pick up the storage dimension the magitech people have been working on so we have a place to sleep and store things. It's no Risa, but we should be tolerably comfortable even with five people and a baby. If you deigned to stay with us, Dahlia." She smirked at the succubus. Of course she would want to stay with Caleldir; she slept with him every night, just as Selene and Ashyr did.

"Althaia might want to head down there in order to check up on Port Afron and deal with Queenly things. I think she is still technically the Queen of Port Afron, after all," Caleldir noted. "When we were last together yesterday afternoon, she was talking about coronating 'Phanuel' as King of Port Afron." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Also, I am pretty sure your sister will be wanting to go down there, Selene. She had been pining after Phanuel for some time."

"Ah, yes. Sidhriia." Selene said with a sigh. "She's always outside the dimension doing her own thing with the priestesses. I sometimes forget to think of her," Selene confessed. "She's very different from the rest of her family, isn't she? Well, her daughter has been through the Geneforge now, so there's no reason not to let her stay in Port Afron from now on. It will be good to have a more personal connection with Phanuel, if at all possible. Especially since we're trusting him with some of our tech."

"I am not too worried about dealing with Phanuel. But dealing with the rusalka..." Caleldir closed his eyes and shook his head. His body language was one of annoyed resignation, but Dahlia could sense his intense arousal just thinking about them. "Not sure how negotiations with them are going to go. Goelon's deal with them on my behalf did not allow for any real exit clauses. We can facilitate their return home, but if they call, I am still obliged to help them even when they do get home. I think the only real way for me to permanently exit the contract is for me to have a son who inherits it."

As far as Althaia went, Caleldir's instincts were more-or-less correct. Althaia did intend on turning Phanuel from a viceroy representing her to the Prince of Port Afron ('too small for a kingdom, just right for a principality'), but she said that she would do so in a more formal event with the High Priestess of Sune and others, to give the title divine mandate. So she was not going to be going with them.

So the representative of the goddesses of the newly forming country was Sidhriia, not Althaia. She was eager to join the party now that Eilistraee had a firm hold there in the north. Her stomach was just beginning to show signs of growing life, and she could often be seen touching the slight swell fondly, but other than that made no mention or complaint of her pregnancy. What she seemed more nervous about was seeing the aasimar again. She mentioned him often in the two days it took to speed across the landscape on the back of the enhanced spider-tank and had long since ceased all physical intimacy with Caleldir.

Throughout the trip, short as it was, Caleldir spent most of his time putting the final touches on the new A.I. Fedwyn, Risa, Selene and he had designed. The A.I. had not yet been activated, or 'born', as one might say, and would not until she was installed, so he could still run through some last-minute checks and debugging.

The journey was uneventful. No one had any particular reason to stop at any of the familiar places along the way, so they got there in record time. The first thing that greeted them was the garish display of a semi-permanent camp Artur's people set up just outside the city gates. Fairy lights danced among the sizeable crowd from Port Afron that had come to enjoy the entertainment. The mood of the entire city-state had improved so drastically that it was almost unrecognizable. Before the spider-tank could be spotted, Selene cast a simple symbol that left a glowing mark of Duskhaven in the darkening sky that the whole city would be able to see.