Drow's Dilemma Ep. 131: Rubella

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 131: Rubella

Caleldir wasn't released from the underbelly of Port Afron for a few more days. The rusalka were intent on getting pregnant; for them, the only sure way was an insane amount of sex with an eligible male. So, several very tiring days passed. By the end of them, Caleldir was quite worn out.

He emerged to the palace looking rather haggard, finding Selene as quickly as possible. "We should be rid of the rusalka for awhile."

"Good," Selene said, putting down her book on a side table next to the comfortable chair she had found in the library. That was where she spent most of her time in any place she found some time to kill at, so it was not difficult for Caleldir to find her. "I do not like this deal your ghost self made with those creatures," she continued. Selene didn't even bother to ask how he fared down there. He was alive and apparently intact, so there didn't seem much need to worry.

"I do not like that deal either," Caleldir said, disgruntled. He often wondered why he held himself to be bound by it anyway. Really, what had given Goelon the right to make such a bargain?

Well, besides the fact that the promise was magically binding. Goelon was powerful enough to have geassed his alter-ego that way. A self-imposed geass, but a geass.

"I like the deal," said a smirking Mirjana as she flowed into the room behind Caleldir. She was wearing clothes again: an emerald green dress fit for a well-off merchant. The garment had apparently been tailored to her body or was taken from someone Mirjana's approximate dimensions.

"Mirjana?" Caleldir said in surprise.

Selene frowned. "What are you doing here."

"I've come to join you, of course!" Mirjana announced with every confidence that she would get her way in the end. "Dahlia invited me to your sisterhood, and, after some thought, I accepted. I think the women that own you will treat me much better than my old sisters." As she spoke, she strode up to Caleldir and put her arm in his.

Caleldir smiled, though he quickly masked his expression so as to not overly offend Selene.

"Absolutely not!" Selene said with an indignant noise. "Well, I mean, yes, most of the women who have claim to him are sickeningly good-natured and welcoming. But there are too many women who want a piece of him! I won't allow it!"

The Rusalka smiled sweetly, but there was a nasty look in her eyes. "I don't think it's up to you. Dahlia was confident that your leader - your matron, as she called her - would welcome me. Especially since I am pregnant with Caleldir's offspring."

"I would not say that any of those women own me," Caleldir dryly protested. "But I would be happy to have you and our daughter along. Just do not expect to be able to monopolize my attention. And I hope that you are open to having sex with our 'Matron', Ashyr, since that is one of the conditions of joining our family. You could also hang with Dahlia's Seduction if you wanted company. I think that your race generally gets along quite well with succubi. Though no doubt Dahlia has already offered you that."

"I know the rules. I look forward to properly meeting Ashyr. Dahlia says that we should get along. But you guessed right; I can always go to her seduction if I feel like it. Not being with my own race will be... odd, but only for a while," Mirjana said. "As for not monopolizing you, I am already used to spending the majority of my time around my sisters. That will not be much of a change."

Caleldir narrowed his eyes for just a moment, considering what Mirjana had said. Well... eh, it seemed as if there were no issues. She knew what to expect. He relaxed again. "Then I am glad to have you along."

Selene looked annoyed. "Why does fate always conspire to take that much more of our Consort's attention..." she grumbled to herself. Then, in a louder tone, "Let's get out of here before some other woman decides to follow you around. I am ready to get back to our daughter, anyway."

Selene's reaction drew a sigh from him. "Then this is probably a bad time to check back up on Gailwen," he said guiltily. "I will send a message to her, then. Give me an hour to get things set up, then we will take the smoothed Spider-Tank back to Norahist. It is probably a good idea to go through Clachleom this time, though, so we can see what is going on with that civil war."

"Gailwen? Isn't that the woman we took that genetic information from to make Phanuel?" Selene said, confused. "That is correct. So Ashyr at least should know her," Caleldir assented. "As for what she has to do with the situation..." His eyes darted meaningfully towards Mirjana.

Then a look of suspicion crossed Selene's features. "What does she have to do with the situation?"

"Oh, my sisters and I just played a bit of a game with her and Caleldir," Mirjana said dismissively.

Selene could extrapolate from there. "Your deal did not involve other people."

"That's what Caleldir said,'' Mirjana said with a bit of a laugh. "And the answer then was: It didn't NOT include anyone else either."

The drow let out a long-suffering sigh. "Right. Of course." She saw a lot of similar deals happen during her upbringing, of course. This deal, however, she had no power over. It was all Goelon's doing, and since he was dead they weren't going to get him back to amend the deal. Great. Not wanting to talk about that subject further, Selene focused on Caleldir's next suggestion. "We can go to Clachleom as long as we leave before you manage to pick up another lover. I'm keeping my eye on you, Mirjana."

"That's fair," Mirjana said with a sharp-toothed grin.

The rest of the conversation went as Caleldir would have predicted. He perked up when Selene agreed to go through Clachleom. "I am almost certainly not going to pick up any other lovers," he noted. "But there are a lot of succubi there, so if we are not careful Dahlia may lend me out to some of her people for them to feed on for a few hours. Again." He sighed, shaking his head.

Speaking of which, his mind moved to Dahlia. Through their link, it seemed that she was back near Norahist right now, and doing something sexual. So, she was still visiting her Seduction. He wondered when she would notice that the Rusalka no longer had him and port back to his side.

No matter, it was time for travel.

"We'll meet you at the front gate," Selene said, sighing.

Dahlia only showed up after the party had re-gathered at the entrance to the city. She looked quite pleased with herself, but then she always did after lots of sexual activity, which Caleldir already knew she was engaging in. She and Mirjana hugged each other happily while Selene stood off to the side with her arms crossed and a sour expression on her face.

"We're going to have a bit of a crowded spider ride," Dahlia observed happily.

"I noticed," came the flat answer from Selene.

"It is not going to be all that crowded. Not more so than when we came here," Caleldir pointed out. "After all, Sidhriia is staying here in Port Afron. So we lost one and we gained one. Our little party is now composed of you, Ylene, Mirjana, Dahlia, and Iondae. Keep a firm hold of our daughter and you should be fine. It will only be the five of you in the hold, as I will be up-top driving."

It still felt rather crowded tp Selene. Not that it hadn't been this crowded before when Ashyr, Althaia, Caleldir, and Selene were all in it. But that hadn't been so much of a problem, as Selene was only slightly annoyed at only one of the members of the party. Now she had a rusalka and a succubus to give the impression that she was very Put Out with. At least she wasn't as motion sick as she had been when they first acquired the machine.

Mirjana and Dahlia just seemed amused at Selene and interested in the scenery. The succubus also filled Mirjana in on as much information as she felt appropriate to give about Caleldir's other primary lovers, which the rusalka eagerly soaked in. They were to be her new sisters, after all.

Caleldir kept out of the conversation, concentrating on running the thing. It was much smoother than before, as Caleldir and the others had worked to smooth it out for living passengers. Before, it was an automaton hastily repurposed.

As they arrived in Heatherheath, Caleldir noted some changes with a small frown. First of all, more women. A lot more. And all unusually attractive. Secondly, the dress code had become much more revealing.

The third thing he noticed was almost certainly the cause of the first two: there were dozens upon dozens of succubi barely half-disguised as human or elven women otherwise walking openly in the streets. In fact, they were only hiding their nature insofar as they had adopted human and elven skin tones and were not currently sporting tails, wings, or horns. Otherwise, any human who knew anything about succubi would be able to instantly identify which of the women were of Dahlia's kin. For one thing, while the local women seemed to be reveling in their newfound, very revealing fashion that showed off the increased health and beauty that thick succubus energy had on females, the succubi themselves barely covered their genitals and nipples.

The men seemed largely unchanged. Some of them were openly gawking, greatly enjoying the new views. Most of them seemed to be trying (and failing) to pretend everything was normal while clearly being uncomfortable with the downright predatory attention they were getting.

One might think that Dahlia would enjoy the new dress code of the area, and appreciate that her kind were being so openly welcomed by the society they were in. Instead, there was a steady feeling of concern that Caleldir could feel between their bond. Outwardly, Dahlia acted as naturally as she could. She winked at fellow succubi, gave friendly nods to the humans, and looked amused at the males.

"Uhh... I thought that Rubella's Domination was in hiding," Caleldir muttered to Dahlia. Sensing his familiar's concern, Caleldir became worried. Well, more worried. Succubi operating in the open was concerning on its own, but he would have expected Dahlia to be happy about this rather than worried. There was something wrong on multiple levels, it seemed.

"She had been in hiding," Dahlia confirmed. "Obviously not now."

Mirjana looked around her with wonder. "This is so different from Port Afron!" she exclaimed. "Everything looks like it was built on purpose, with a theme in mind!" Unlike her former home, where its core was in the style of the now absent Byzromine empire, but then many other buildings popped up around it in whatever styles the diverse people say fit to make them in.

"Cities are often that way, Mirjana," Dahlia reminded her. "Most of the settlements around your birthplace are their own version of Byzromine architecture."

"Byzromine," Mirjana repeated slowly. "That's where Gailwen was from. Wasn't it an elven empire that used to operate around there and in my homelands, hundreds of years ago? I admit, my knowledge of architecture is limited to Port Afron. I never saw the cities near the waters where I was born."

"Ah," Dahlia said. "You haven't seen much of the world at all."

"Not the land," the rusalka agreed. "But all the waterways from here to the frozen north."

"Before the Curse, there was no Byzromine Empire," Caleldir noted. "Byzromii was a city-state trading hub back then. A merchant republic instead of a Theocratic Imperial Monarchy like it is now. Faraia was from near there. It was interesting to hear the story of their rapid rise, long rule, and slow decline during my imprisonment when I got out. A lot happens in twelve centuries." He looked around. "But more has changed in Clachleom in the year since we were last here than in the twelve centuries before. And that is worrying."

One of the succubi, identified by bright blue hair and eyes, inhuman beauty, and the fact that she was wearing a skirt that was not much larger than some belts as well as a couple of wraps around her breasts that were utterly insufficient to contain their towering perkiness, flounced over to the group, excitement in her slitted eyes.

"Oh! What a delight! You are Dahlia of the Bouquets, are you not?" she asked in the succubus tongue. Openly speaking in their racial language was something that succubi almost never did. "May I presume this is your Warlock, the great Caleldir Hissael?" She looked Caleldir up and down appreciatively. "I am Blaithnad. No doubt you have questions. My Mistress will be happy to answer them. Please follow me. Your drow, rusalka, and catfolk companions are welcome to come along."

Dahlia's eyes were wide for a moment to hear her own tongue. She looked over to Caleldir, who she knew could understand languages with supernatural speed. Then she looked to her other two companions. They looked confused, and Selene was concerned as well. "Yes, all of us would like to speak to your mistress," Dahlia agreed slowly in common. "As long as you can promise that there are no tricks in plan for us."

The blue-haired woman smirked a bit. "Dahlia," she said, still in her native tongue. "If we had been of a mind to double-cross you, we would have no need for trickery. We own half this country now. Openly. But I am a low-ranking member of one of the junior Seductions of the Clachleomi Domination. I only know you because Lardy Sorcha gave your name and image to the whole Seduction. I cannot make any promises. But it is a standing order to apprehend succubi from outside our Domination and bring them into the local headquarters in order to make sure that they do not cause any issues. I hope that you will not be causing any issues, will you?"

Dahlia shook her head. "Not unless we are forced to."

"You won't be," the other succubus replied.

Blaithnad led the group through the city of Heatherheath to a large, walled estate. Notably, instead of the female human guards, at each entrance into the walled park there stood two Succubus Constructs. The strange, marble-skinned women were a sort of golem that succubi made using souls: stronger than stone or steel, but with the soft grace and sensation of flesh. They bore spears and shields, with swords floating at their sides, but were otherwise completely nude. The way that their marble flesh jiggled when they moved showed clearly that they could be used in the proper succubus fashion.

Their guide ran a hand over the skin of one of the guards, from her shoulder to her derriere, which she squeezed. The guard moaned just a bit and pushed her rear into her hand. "Lovely, are they not? For decades leaning to centuries, we have been hoarding every soul from Clachleom that we could. We now have the greatest army of Succubus Constructs ever created. We do not yet have enough Spirit Energy to power them all though." She slapped the statue's marble ass, which jiggled like flesh. "This lovely lady right here was a murderous horse-thief before he was executed. Now she serves the Crown loyally. And is far more attractive." She gave Dahlia a wink. "If your Warlock is available to help power our soldiers, we could bring a few out of cold storage for him, I am sure. Or he can help buffer the batteries of our current forces if you would rather do that. You can negotiate pay with my Mistress, I am sure."

"I would rather not do that," Caleldir sighed. Succubi had a bad habit of turning sex into a chore.

Entering the Estate, Blaichnad dropped her garments and stretched. Her skin turned bone-white, and she sprouted wings, horns, and a long spaded tail. An imp - one of the halfling-sized, slightly malformed, oddly cute creatures created when Succubi began the process of turning a dead soul into a succubus - scuttled over, picked up her clothing, then scuttled away. A number of nude succubi seemed to be busily moving around in this area, as well as a few imps, constructs, and some naked human servants, male and female. No overt sexual activity out here, though. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," Blaichnad said genially. "Welcome to the Heatherheath Seduction's Boudoir."

Dahlia had removed her clothing automatically at the same time as the other succubus. Mirjana followed suit as soon as she saw the succubi's hands move towards their garments, quite used to no clothing rules in her own sisterhood. Selene and Ylene caught on moments later and likewise undressed. The drow, however, did not bother to remove her infant's clothing.

When Caleldir observed everyone getting naked, he scowled a bit. This again? Was it some sort of rule that people do not wear clothes in a succubus Boudoir?

Apparently, yes. [Like no shoes in a house, or no hats in church] Dahlia informed him over their mental link. Grouchily, Caleldir followed suit and deactivated his clothing.

Blaithnad led them into the mansion and quickly brought them to a side office. A tall, slender succubus with green skin and red hair sat primly behind a large desk, writing. Like all succubi inside a Seduction's Boudoir, she was completely naked, her dark green nipples pointing perkily from her small but prominent breasts. She smiled to see the group enter, standing. "Ah! Blaithnad told me she had spotted you. Mistress Dahlia of the Bouquet Seduction, Warlock Caleldir, and Lady Selene with her Catfolk familiar! And one rusalka we do not know. It is good to see you all here. I am Mistress Siofra of Heatherheath. Welcome to my town! Please, make yourselves at home. I see you have an infant, Lady Selene? Would you like me to call a babysitter for the little dark elf?" She smiled sweetly. "Or would you like a private room while the rest of us... talk?"

Selene held Iondae tight to her chest. "I must feed her, so I will not be feeding you today," she said with disdain only thinly veiled with politeness. "Ylene?" She turned toward her familiar with one raised eyebrow.

"I will stay," Ylene decided in a very soft voice. "They don't affect my kind as they do yours."

Selene's expression softened, and she brushed a hand over the catfolk's cheek. "I've been too preoccupied with books and Iondae recently, haven't I? Well, have fun." Mistress Siofra tapped a bell on her desk and one of the imps showed up and led Selene and Iondae away to a quiet side room.

Without Selene in the room, Ylene clung to Caleldir and watched the conversation with curiosity.

"Her libido isn't what it used to be," Dahlia observed with a sad shake of her head. "But no matter; that can be addressed later. Siofra of Heatherheath, good evening! Would you care to tell me what's going on here?"

The Seduction Mistress turned to those remaining. "Well now, the main reason that there are standing orders to apprehend traveling or immigrating succubi is that we need to inform you of the rules here. They will apply to Rusalka too, of course. I am going to assume that Master Caleldir and the catgirl do not need to be told about such things. But we are going to establish a society where we can live openly and peaceably among the humans, elves, and the others. To do that, we must insist that you respect others' property rights: no stealing - of things or meals. No taking the property of the humans, and do not have sex with males owned by local females without permission of said females. Unowned males are fair game, of course, outwardly willing or not, but no injuring or soul-sucking of even the immoral ones without government sanction. Females are assumed to own themselves if they are not otherwise owned by a Seduction, and must be seduced, not attacked." She smiled. "Not that I need to worry about you, Mistress Dahlia. Though I will also say that sexual activities of any type, even consensual, are forbidden in the churches. Part of the treaty with the non-succubi, you must understand. Priests who leave their sanctuaries will forever be fair game, but we are required to be subtle about pursuing them. That said, it has been made clear to all priests that, as prime succubus fetish bait, their consent is not required to be fed upon if they are found outside holy ground. We simply cannot restrain the young ones, you know?"