Drows Dilemma Ep 133 Aster

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 133: Aster

A Flower surrounded by flowers. That was what she was to be. She always knew that her mother would use her for political means - and it didn't bother her; she knew her duty - but she didn't know that she would be sent out of the country to live in a seduction whose members were mostly strangers to her. Full, perfect pink lips pulled upward in a smile. A bee was visiting the patch of flowers that she had been staring at (and touching, though she knew she shouldn't). It wriggled into the golden center, which housed a starburst of dozens of pink petals. That starburst was the reason for its name: Aster. It shared her own coloration: golden eyes and pink skin. Perhaps that was why it was to be her new name. Or perhaps it was because of its meaning if it was given to someone as a gift: Daintiness or Delicacy. She had heard herself described as a sweet girl.

The bee continued its work, gathering the nectar in its body, and the pollen on its cute little knees. It caused her thoughts to turn from the far future to the near. That bee was female, of course, but the symbolism of the bee seeding the asters seemed appropriate to her. Soon, she would no longer be a unicorn among succubi: a virgin. Like the bee tending her flowers, a man named Caleldir would tend to her as he did for the rest of the Bouquet Seduction. A thrill went down her spine that caused her exposed nipples to come to hard points and her sex swell and drip with arousal. It was unnatural for her, a succubus, to continue in her virginity; she was eager to rectify the problem. And then she would have a real sisterhood, one that was not her mother's.

Overall, she looked forward to the changes in her life. They did make her feel introspective and nostalgic, though.

A subtle shift in the air caused Ailee- Aster to look up from the flower and the bee. Her mother was here and - her nostrils flared to sample the air - a fey male. She pulled her midnight hair away from her face to better reveal the bright, almost childish smile on her face. It was time.

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The portal opened and Rubella, Caleldir, and Dahlia walked through. Caleldir looked around him. They were in a garden next to a large cottage overlooking a clear lake. The air was slightly brisk and thin despite the small mountains around them, indicating that they were high up into the Clachleom Plateau.

"I am fond of this view of Silverwisp Valley," Rubella sighed. She clapped her hands together. "I would love to introduce you to my daughter, Aster-Aileen, but I think you two should have some time to yourselves."

Dahlia assured Caleldir that she would pick him up tomorrow morning after breakfast, and the two red-skinned succubi walked back through the portal.

Rubbing his forehead, Caleldir looked around the garden. It was quite lovely. At least the parts he could see; the garden was large and parts of it were blocked off from view by hedges.

"I do not like this," he grumbled to himself. "Meeting people in the nude is awkward." He briefly considered activating his rune, but it seemed that Dahlia had not yet turned its functionality back on. So, he was naked.

Stretching, his eyes darted around the garden. He decided to walk towards the house. Rounding a corner, he came face-to-face with a pink-skinned black-haired succubus. His eyes widened, and he took a step back.

"Ah! Good afternoon. I am Caleldir Duskhaven-Hissael," he introduced himself. The succubus was as naked as he expected, but he kept his eyes on her face for now.

"Caleldir," she said with a sweet smile. "That is a nice name. I am Aster, formerly Aileen." She revealed a flower from behind her back. It was, of course, one of the asters that she had been admiring. This one was the exact shade of her skin. She ran a finger across its many soft petals, then handed it to Caleldir with a smile that was meant to be suggestive but ended up looking more sweetly excited.

Aster's sweet nature was incredibly disarming. With a smile on his face, he took the flower. "Both of your names are beautiful. As are you, of course, but I need not remind a succubus of that. It would be shocking if you were otherwise." He looked carefully at the flower, then back at Aster. "The flower suits you," he noted.

"Shocking," Aster agreed with a little smile and a shake of her head at the ridiculous notion of an 'ugly' succubus. That expression softened at Caleldir's next words. "Dahlia thought so as well." She said softly, still staring at the flower with a bit of wonder and excitement. "My new identity."

While he had initially been worried about what a virgin succubus would even be like, and slightly worried about her having the sort of voracious appetite one would expect from one starved, Caleldir was being put completely at ease by Aster's manners. She was, in a word, adorable. Even naked.

Aster shook idle musings from her head and blinked up at Caleldir's eyes. Her bright smile returned. She reached out her hand to take his and began to pull him deeper into the maze of flowers and shrubbery. "Come. My favorite spot in the garden in this way."

He grasped her hand firmly and followed her into the garden. "So, tell me a bit about yourself, Aster," he began as they walked. "I knew your mother way back, but not when she was a mother. What sort of person is she now? What was it like growing up with the Succubus Queen as your mother?"

"Hmm?" she hummed. "I... haven't really thought about it." They passed by the patch of Asters that she had been studying before. They seemed to have distracted her again. "It is nice, I suppose. It means I get to live here and get what I want. She is very busy, especially now. Of course, when she does spend time with me, Mother always makes sure I know that I have a Big Duty as her daughter. That turned out to be just going over to Mistress Dahlia's seduction and having you. That doesn't seem to be too hard; I still get to have what I want, just in another place, with new people." They entered a proper maze, which she thoughtlessly led him through.

Caleldir considered her words. "I suppose that all that is consistent with what I have gathered from her so far. Though I am not completely on board with the whole 'having' me part of that story. So to change the topic slightly, what about your father? I have never met the man, though Rubella was telling me that he used to be, nay, still is, an aristocratic Paladin type. What is he like?"

"Papa?" she asked. She was silent for a bit, considering the question.

The maze opened up into a lovely view of the lake. Against one wall of the shrubbery maze, overlooking the lake, was a cozy-looking patch of grass. Said patch was made even more inviting by the elegant pillows and platter of finger foods that were placed upon it. This was clearly the place that Aster meant, but for that moment she was frozen by the sight of the lake and all the memories it brought with it.

It was a very nice view. Caleldir looked out over the lake for a bit, then back towards his young companion to see her expressions and glean some of her feelings. He was very interested in Malcolm the Paladin Incubus. After all, given his relationship with Dahlia, it was almost guaranteed that he would be incubized one day. Hopefully a long time off, but it was a near inevitability.

"Papa likes his daughters when they are young - especially me and my full sisters," Aster finally answered. "He spoils us with affection and stories and treats." Her usually bright smile had a hint of sadness in it. "From what I understand, he didn't always do this, but with me, he began avoiding me when I reached puberty. I was told that some of my older sisters began loving him as women, not as daughters. I guess that disturbed him greatly enough to hide from his unattached adult daughters." A thought seemed to occur to her which brightened her smile immensely. "He will visit me again, now that I have you."

"His daughters began..." Caleldir shook his head. That was disturbing, but not in the least unexpected. None of the four races had any aversion towards incest of any sort whatsoever. Why would they, when their genetics were such that inbreeding had no downsides for them? Even with that in mind, he felt that there was something very wrong with the perversion of the parental bond in such a way. Not that Althaia would ever understand. The nymph was always trying to get him to agree to a breeding contract between himself and all nymphs ever, especially his daughters.

But that was all besides the point for the moment. "Aster... I do not know if you are aware of this, but even though I belong to 'Mistress' Dahlia and the Bouquet Seduction, my attention is necessarily divided a great many ways," Caleldir continued. "Relying on me as if I was a husband - or even as if I were a full-time incubus - is not a good idea. You are probably the sweetest succubus I know," - and the most sexually restrained by far - "and I would love to spend a great deal of time with you, but I am afraid that too many women have claims on my time. That said, I am happy to hear that your father remained himself even after being turned into an incubus, and I greatly look forward to meeting him. I have a sinking feeling that his fate may end up being mine in time."

"You are not an incubus, which means that there are things you must do before Dahlia decides to take you. I understand how things will be for a while. I do have my handmaidens to keep me satisfied, as they have been doing for all of my adult life." Aster was well-equipped to deal with absentee loved ones.

Aster sat down and settled against one of the large pillows. She gestured toward another pillow that was placed very, very close to her own. Finally, there was a light of something more than bright innocence in her expression.

"Your handmaidens?" Caleldir asked in curiosity. "Other succubi? Humans? What sort of companions do you have?" He sat down next to her, though not close enough to actually touch her. "I suppose that you would need some sort of mortal to feed off of, as all succubi do after they have hit puberty." Which she had blatantly obviously done. Her breasts and hips were testaments enough to that. Though young: it was abundantly clear that Aster was fully adult. Probably the human equivalent of late teens early twenties, though succubus maturity could be idiosyncratic.

Caleldir may have wanted to keep a polite distance, but Aster wanted no such thing. As soon as he sat down, she inched closer to him. By the time he was finished with his questions, she had shifted so that she was practically on top of him, their faces mere inches apart. "I have three handmaidens to keep me entertained and fed. An Elven Cambion, a Human, and a Blackdawn." Her eyes lowered to stare hungrily at Caleldir's lips. "But I'm ready to experience so much more than female sexuality. I have many fond memories of this garden and river. So many, that I always pictured my virginity being taken here. I feel so fortunate that that is going to come true."

Feeling a bit awkward about this situation despite his own history, Caleldir almost scooted away from Aster. He decided against it. That would not be fair to her. And so it was that he found himself with a lusty succubus leaning to the side facing him, her breasts nearly brushing his chest, and her lovely eyes staring into his own. He swallowed and was grateful that she was not currently in a position to note the hardness growing in his lap. Why did everything around here have to be done completely naked?

"One of the Blackdawns?" he asked curiously. "I wonder if she knows Abanonda..." He drew a deep breath. "This is a very nice garden and an amazing view. But we should probably get to know each other a bit more before we talk about you losing your virginity."

The young succubus didn't comment about her handmaid and Abanonda. There were better things to do. "Is that what is commonly done? We sit and talk for a while?" She looked confused and a little disappointed. She shook her head. "No, that cannot be right. My handmaidens and I grew to know each other physically first, then mentally."

She leaned forward just a bit until her breasts were actually touching his chest. "But what would I know? I've never done this with a male before."

"There are several ways of answering that question," Caleldir admitted, keenly aware of the feeling of her body pressed against his own. "Humans and Light-Elves generally spend a lot of time getting to know each other before getting naked and having sex. Succubi..." He swallowed. "Well, to be honest, they generally just take what they want. But I have never been with a virgin succubus before, so I am not sure how this should go either."

"Take what they want..." Aster mused - though it seemed as if she was contemplating his lips more than his words. "Then we'd better listen to my instincts."

With that, she leaned the rest of the way until their mouths were pressed together. It would soon become very clear that she was no novice in the art of kissing. She was no different than any other succubus in that regard. What was a little different was how she seemed to want to run her hands everywhere across his body, but was uncertain.

Aster's somewhat distracted response drew a chuckle from Caleldir. Well, he may not be bound for hell, but his future with the demons was assured all the same. One way or another, it was only a matter of time before the succubi claimed his soul.

So, he gave in. Aster was too adorably sexy. Her uncertain pseudo-innocence mixed with her intensely sexual nature was an intoxicating combination. As he met her kiss, he pulled her fully onto his lap so that she was sitting on him sideways, his erection pressed up against her thighs.

Aster was content to stay there a while, draped across Caleldir's lap, her mouth exploring his. She was determined that her first real kiss with a male would be completely... thorough. The young succubus certainly didn't act like this was her first-ever kiss, however. In reality, it was a skill that she had practiced extensively with her handmaidens, and it really showed.

Caleldir sighed into the kiss. Aster was exceptional at this. His hands were nowhere near as insistent or desperate as hers, but he did stroke up and down her back from her tail just above her bottom up between and around where her wings met her shoulder blades.

Finally, though, the kiss was coming to an end. Aster's hands were becoming distracted. She made an effort to resist the magnetic-like draw her whole body had to Caleldir's cock, but it was a losing battle. Just as her soft hand finally encircled Caleldir's manhood, Aster pulled away to look him in the eye. The hunger that he found in her expression was palpable. But even before she met his eyes with her desperate lust, he realized that she was downright shaking in desire. Caleldir had dealt with a lot of lust-filled women, but Aster was the first he had ever been with who seemed to be on the verge of completely losing control. He met her eyes, and let out a long breath. "You cannot drain me all the way no matter what you do," he whispered. "You can stop holding back."

Caleldir's reassurance made Aster shudder. Stop holding back? She felt that, if she did so, she would never stop having sex again. Which was ridiculous, of course; her sisters must have felt the same way when they first had a male, and most of them were able to do other things eventually. Most of them.

Fuck it.

With two hands, Aster shoved Caleldir back onto the comfortable pillows behind him and twisted herself so that she laid against his chest, straddling him. She didn't remain this way for that long; she quickly found that she didn't have the dexterity or experience to get what she wanted from there. So Aster sat up onto Caleldir's lap, staring down hungrily at his manhood. Though her shaky shoving was overwhelming in its own way, Caleldir could definitely tell that she was inexperienced. So he did help her get herself a bit more positioned, guiding her to a better position. Her instincts were pretty good, though, so there was not much he had to do.

With a shaking hand, she reached down to grasp at Caleldir's cock. This she rubbed against the wetness of her sex like she would have done with the 'toys' she had in her bedroom (they were never at all satisfying the couple times she tried them out of curiosity - they were mostly for her handmaidens anyway). Then, still shaking with near overwhelming Need, she finally impaled herself onto him.

He took a long, deep breath, to let it out again once she actually lowered herself down on him. He looked up at her eyes and gave her a smile.

Aster barely acknowledged Caleldir's smile. She was too busy wondering how his manhood could feel so much better inside her than anything else had. That, and her body demanded that she begin bouncing up and down on him with wild abandon. She saw no reason to resist that urge. It took a couple of shifts of her legs, but soon she was doing exactly what her body wanted.

When women were just sort of bouncing on him, Caleldir could thrust along. When they were really bouncing hard, he could maneuver his hips with their own.

When they were riding with the reckless abandon that Aster was showing right now, there was not much he could do but steady her slightly with his hands so that she did not hit him at an uncomfortable angle. So, though he wanted to squirm against her increasingly desperate onslaught, he kept his movements just with her instead of against her.

The onslaught didn't end until Caleldir finally came inside her. Aster was struck dumb, shuddering against Caleldir's chest with the unprecedented influx of energy that would have been difficult for even an experienced succubus to handle.

With Aster nearly disabled by the energy drain (that, ironically, only affected him a little), Caleldir sat back up and held the fledgling succubus close, waiting for her to catch her composure back a little.

When she recovered a bit, he gave her a squeeze and a light kiss. "Feel better now?"

Caleldir's voice made Aster blink herself further out of her daze. He had asked a question; what had it been? Ah. Does she feel better? The young succubus seemed to consider that for a while. Then she sat up and regarded him. Her breasts still heaved with a wild mixture of arousal, excitement, and massive energy influx.

She didn't know how to answer his question in the end, so she instead responded with a question of her own. "Is it always like this? How can anyone like me even stop having sex?"

In fact, she was beginning to roll her hips again, gently moving him inside her.

Aster's reaction brought a chuckle from Caleldir. "No, it is not always like this. This is your first time, and I am..." he hesitated, "I am not a normal sexual partner. I recently was told that my mother is the progenitor of the Nymph race, and Succubi are Nymphs who gained soul-stealing powers. I am also Lawful Good. So I am probably the most potent source of soul-energy for succubi in the world. Add to that the fact that you have not yet learned to temper your draining of male energy, and it is no wonder that it was overwhelming."