Drows Dilemma Ep 134 Families

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 134: Families

With a bit of trepidation, Caleldir entered the room Dahlia had indicated. He was not sure what sort of 'surprise' to expect, except that he was not in the least bit happy about surprises while naked in a succubus Bordello. Whatever the surprise was, it was more likely than not to end in sex. Too much sex.

Opening the door, he was greeted by four familiar women.

"Ah! Good of you to join us, 'Master Librarian' Caleldir!" The speaker was the High Mistress Rubella Silverwisp, seated at a table luxuriously set for five people, though with only four chairs. She moved over to the door to give him a tight hug and a grope. "I see you bonded with my daughter like I thought you would," she whispered into his ear. "Be nice to her. She is a good girl. Be sure to fuck her regularly. She needs it for her health!" Caleldir was not sure how to respond to this.

Rubella giggled and pulled away, gesturing at the other women. "No doubt you will recognize my other guests!"

He very much did. Caleldir's eyes went slightly wide to see Nirza Blackdawn, Faraia Thromeaal, and Fedwyn Birchborn seated at the table with Rubella Silverwisp. All looking not a day older than when the four of them had last been together, before Deusterra's fall. Rubella had even shifted her form back to the human-ish body she had possessed before her full transition to succubus with pale, slightly freckled skin in place of her now usual brick-red flesh.

Though there was one major difference: way back then, he did not meet with them naked. Rubella had the most exaggeratedly voluptuous figure, every bit of fat on the succubus exactly where it was supposed to be, with massive breasts towering perkily in violation of gravity and a tightly plump rear to match. Faraia was much slimmer, with breasts that would have been respectable in most circumstances but next to Rubella appeared quite modest, her figure taut and trim. Nirza's ebony ash body was slightly between Rubella's and Faraia's with ample breasts and curvaceous hips, though the dark-elf was far shorter and slighter than the other two. But not near so small as Fedwyn, who standing next to the window, only came a bit past Caleldir's waist. Most of the time it was easy to mistake the green-haired woman for a child, but out of her usual robes, her petite breasts and curvy shape made that impossible.

All in all, it was quite a feast for the eyes. Though of the five, Caleldir appeared to appreciate it least. Three of the women all openly ogled him, though Nirza and Faraia had the decency to do so blushingly. Fedwyn merely nodded in appreciation, a slight ghost of a grin on her face.

"So, our old mistress, and your old apprentices. All together! It has been twelve centuries since the five of us last broke bread," Rubella said fondly. "And I thought that, now that you and Magistra Fedwyn have been cleared of your curses, Faraia has been rescued from the Monastery, and Nirza has been so conveniently pulled back from the dead, it was a good time to get the old gang back together!"

Caleldir cleared his throat to say something, and then failed, not looking at any of the women standing around the table. Fortunately, due to having had sex literally all night long, he was able to keep his erection down. That would have just made things more embarrassing.

"Still feeling a bit awkward about the dress code, my apprentice?" Fedwyn giggled. "I have to say that I am greatly enjoying it."

"It is good to see you all," Caleldir said with a strained smile.

"I am sure it is!" Fedwyn said with mischief in her tone. "There certainly is a lot to see."

"Not really on you, Archmage," Nirza said dryly.

"I am just petite," Fedwyn sniffed. "You should respect your elders." She grinned. "Anyway, it is high time for us survivors of old Deusterra to have some time together, eh?"

Rubella shook her head in amusement. "Now, ladies and gentleman, shall we sit? Caleldir should sit first."

"Me first? Not Mistress Birchborn?" Caleldir asked with an amused expression, shaking his head. He could see where this was going... "And there are only four chairs..."

Rubella's smile was enough to prove his suspicions. After the all nighter with Aster, now he had some old friends to catch up with. Caleldir shook his head. "You never change. Well, I suppose that I do not mind some teasing." He took the seat Rubella showed him. "It is good to see you all again."

The others agreed. Once Birchborn took her seat on Caleldir's lap (much more dignified than a booster, obviously!) the brunch began. The old friends had a lot to talk about.

But sweet as the reunion was, the morning could not last for forever. After seeing off his old friends, Caleldir stepped out to go find Ashyr. Outside of the meeting room, there was a servant (a dark-haired, tanned female human, naked of course) waiting for Caleldir. "Lady Duskhaven is right this way," she told him with a smile. Then she turned without making sure that he was following.

Caleldir grumbled internally about the dress code around here - More out of habit than anything else as at this point he was used to it - as he accompanied the servant to Ashyr.

Ashyr was outside of the building, sitting on a bench with her young son laying on a padded blanket in front of her. He was staring out at the unfamiliar scenery, and her attention was split between him and her surroundings. Apparently, complete nudity wasn't enforced on infants; Uriel still wore a diaper. Ashyr, of course, casually displayed her slightly scarred, leanly muscled body. Recently her breasts had grown in size from feeding her son, giving them a bit more weight than before. The other major change was her hairstyle. Instead of letting half of her platinum hair loose around her shoulders, all of it was braided back tightly. Trinkets were still woven throughout the braid, though.

She was alerted to Caleldir's presence by the blond wolf standing to greet him. By that time, Bard had become absolutely massive. Ashyr could ride him if she wanted to take the time to train him as a mount. He had also calmed down considerably. The companion couldn't be called a puppy any longer. He was still an unusually friendly, happy wolf, at least when it came to people he knew.

"Cal," Ashyr said with a happy smile.

"I'll leave you two alone. Is there anything you require?" asked the servant.

"A snack would be nice, thank you. And some juice," Ashyr responded. "Need anything, love? Or did your meeting... satisfy all your needs?" And there it was: Ashyr's naughty smile.

Caleldir relaxed. "It is good to see you and Uriel," he said with a nod as he ruffled Bard's large head. "And thank you, but I am satisfied for now. The breakfast was good, even if meals at a succubus's place seem to invariably become distracted."

"Well, I want food. I'm always hungry for some reason." She smiled; the reason was obvious. Her hand strayed to her still mostly flat stomach. Ashyr required a whole lot of food and a bit of magic to be able to feed Uriel and grow the new daughter that was forming inside her. Drow almost never had pregnancies so close together, but Ashyr seemed to be taking the extra stress phenomenally.

As the servant left, he sat down next to Ashyr with a sigh. "When things calm down, I want to spend a long time not journeying anywhere. Just working. I also need to seal away some of my aura like it was back when I was a guard. I am getting myself into too many sexual situations, and far too many of the women just cannot seem to give me up despite there being only one of me and I am already dedicated to you and Selene."

Ashyr leaned back in her bench. "Normally, I would turn my nose up at the idea of staying in one place for a long time, but... a nice secure valley to rest in for a couple of years is just what I need to raise our children." Ashyr shrugged. "After that..."

Caleldir watched Ashyr's hand go to her stomach and nodded. "Well, when you want to go off adventuring again, I am sure that there will be enough people in Duskhaven to be willing to accompany you wherever. I think that I will likely stay put once Birch- once Fedwyn has raised a new tower and we can get back to research. The other day she was talking about generating mana the same way stars do and putting it in a room. Nuclear Fusion is the theory. I think that will take a few decades at least, not to mention all of the support structure that such a power source would need."

The thought brought a smile to his face. Yes, after they had finished stabilizing Norahist, his old goals from Duesterra could resume: a quiet(ish) life of research and engineering. This time with less of a focus on doomsday weapons. But not no doomsday weapons. Things needed to stay interesting, after all.

But he wasn't done telling Ashyr all his news.

Caleldir sighed again. "So... I ended up with another familiar: Rubella's youngest daughter, Aster. She is an adorable girl, and I think that you will get along with her nicely. But... also... uh... this morning I just had Fedwyn Birchborn, Nirza Blackdawn, and Faraia Thromeiel all declare that they are going to marry me. They ask to have me nights one week a year and say that you and the others can keep me the rest of the year. Birchborn did point out that I work with them and Selene in the laboratory most days anyway so they would by default have more of my attention than even, say, Althaia."

"Marriage? Like, a surface ceremony? With those three?" She grinned. "That wasn't exactly what I expected to hear. I expected to have to make them honorary Duskhavens or something. Well, if they are to be your wives, obviously I have to be as well. And your two(!) familiars (you'll have to tell me that story in a bit here). And Althaia... eventually, I think. I don't know about Selene."

"Your playfulness and lack of jealousy never cease to amaze me. I am truly blessed to have you, Ashyr." Caleldir smiled broadly. "I would be very happy to formally marry you as well. Aster will leap on the idea of marrying me since she is a romantic at heart. Dahlia... I am not sure. From some of her old comments, she might see marriage as a redundant downgrade. She once told me that getting married to your familiar is like getting engaged to your spouse. As for Althaia... we have actually talked about this. She wants to marry me but thinks that she is unworthy because... well, you should talk to her about that when you get a chance. You really should."

He sighed, and looked rather morose, though remembering whatever reason that Althaia had to think herself unworthy did cause his cock to twitch upwards into a half-erection. He shook the thought from his head. "Selene, if I may be so bold as to make a prediction that she will not like hearing me make, will probably follow suit with Fedwyn, Nirza, and Faraia. Different personalities aside, those four already work well together and all share a decided love for arcane discovery and engineering. As the decades go by, I can see them all becoming very close."

"Actually, that seems plausible. Normally, Selene wouldn't even think about 'marrying' you. But she wouldn't want to have a lesser claim to you than, well, anyone except me perhaps. Even if it meant a petty ceremony that drow don't even do," Ashyr agreed.

"As for Althaia... I did talk about... things with her." The drow ranger shifted awkwardly. "I told her I was going to talk to Selene. I'm sure she could negotiate something that doesn't seem awful for either of you." The ranger leaned forward to gather Uriel in her arms, likely because she was feeling awkward rather than him wanting to be picked up. Not that he minded.

"Ah. So you and Althaia did talk about the issues." Caleldir sighed and looked off into the sky. "I admit to being very torn about that affair. I want to help Althaia, and I would love to see the nymph-race restored, but I have far too many children already. I do not want to even think about thousands of nymph descendants. There is no way that I could even be a father. Not to mention the issue that if I lose track of my children at the same time as Althaia keeps breeding me out to every willing nymph on the planet I will inevitably end up screwing my own progeny. Nymphs, succubi, and rusalka have no psychological aversion to incest whatsoever. So, to keep that from happening, I cannot have more nymph or rusalka Descendents than I can keep track of. They will know where they come from, but if her plan takes fruit, I will not."

He shook his head. "When I brought this up to Althaia, she had trouble comprehending why that would be an issue. 'The lack of sexual attraction to family members among mortals is because inbreeding is dangerous to them', she told me. 'Among nymphs, it is not dangerous except for the fact that it makes less of a variation in our strengths. But your blood makes it so that not even that is an issue for you, so there is no reason to think it is strange to impregnate a daughter or granddaughter'." As he spoke, his voice took on Althaia's lilting cadence and the apologetically amused tone that she had no doubt affected, as if she could not quite understand why she had to explain something obvious to someone she thought should already know this.

"I suppose that talking over it with Selene will be a good idea," he concluded. "Not looking forward to that conversation, but I do feel less scummy when I am having sex with your knowledge and consent, so there is that."

"I will talk to Selene," Ashyr insisted again. She didn't want to do any speculating, and she especially didn't want to make promises that she couldn't keep. The ranger knew full well she could be careless with her words, especially around those she loved. "But let's not talk about that right now. I'm curious: you weren't in the market for another familiar (I didn't think). How did that happen? -not that I want to complain. I can see why Aster would appeal to you."

"It was Rubella's plan. Back when she was a Cambion, she had always wanted to set me up with... basically herself and our entire unattached mutual female acquaintanceship, but she is married now so she instead set me up with her daughter. It worked out much the same way as with Dahlia: Aster had sex with me, got attached in the half-familiar state, and became a full familiar when Dahlia consented to it. I like Aster, but I would not have chosen to make her my familiar."

"Aster seems like she will be a lovely familiar. Maybe this is a good thing. You are about to go to- hmm, you haven't been told yet. Damn. Uh, so I'm supposed to take you to a succubus party after we talk," Ashyr told Caleldir carefully.

Caleldir twitched. "Rubella invited you to a succubus party?" he asked in amused annoyance. "So, an orgy. Why are we going to an orgy?"

"Because we are in succubus lands," Ashyr laughed. "It has something to do with Rubella getting Dahlia and her seduction better situated here. Most of their things were destroyed, if you remember, when you rescued me. They struck a deal, and you are the best bargaining chip Dahlia has. Dahlia's seduction will be there, as will me and Mirjana. Selene declined to be present. I think a bunch of adopted Duskhavens will be there."

"So, that was what their bargaining was about," Caleldir groused. "I suppose I should not be in the least surprised. So, despite Rubella's stated interest in watching me have sex with people while she masturbates thinking about that time I tried to get her erotica banned from the library, I doubt that it is just going to be the Bouquet Seduction and various Duskhavens. Who else is invited to this 'party'?"

"Rubella's succubi, and quite a few of them," Ashyr said with a bit of a guilty grin. She found the idea kind of hot but knew that Caleldir would be distressed at all the new women he would be having sex with. "At least you are not an incubus, so there won't be children you have to keep track of."

Dahlia and Rubella had done a good job of convincing Ashyr that it was only succubi, people who were already Caleldir's lovers, and the odd maid using contraception. They never lied, but Ashyr was not perceptive enough to see through their 'verbal maneuvering.'

There was a twitch in Caleldir's expression. "So, this is Rubella's revenge, then," he muttered. "And I suppose that she wanted to see the Dinoryn Gangrape in action too, so she invited along all the new Duskhavens. She is a skeezy old succubus, all right. So, how did they talk you into this, Ashyr? You do know that I have a difficult time summoning the urge to fight you, but this is a step beyond tricking me into sex with Carlotta or Alycyrl."

"They were really convincing," Ashyr said with a bit of embarrassment, shrinking into her side of the bench. "And Rubella, well, she is the de-facto leader of people who have resources that a budding country could really use. I think it will be a good thing for Norahist," she sighed. "I'm sorry, Cal, but I think it's too late to back out. We'd have a lot of angry, disappointed succubi on our hands."

Caleldir let out his own long breath, standing up. He put his hand on Ashyr's shoulder, leaning down towards her and kissing her on the forehead. "Cheer up, Ashyr. I much prefer it when you are unrepentantly horny about these things. Makes me feel better. Do not mind my grousing; I have to complain or I will no longer know myself. But no need for you to feel bad on my account."

He turned away. "I am going to just pretend that I do not know where we are going. Because if I did know that I was going to a succubus orgy, I would be obligated to try to find a way out of it. But because I do not know: lead the way."

"Well, you do seem eager enough," Ashyr teased. She stood, clutching Uriel to her chest. "It's this way."

After getting a babysitter for Uriel, Ashyr led Caleldir back into Rubella's castle (which seemed unusually deserted except for a few succubus constructs) and down a few flights of stairs. Deep underneath the impressively sprawling installation, they came to a large doorway where Rubella, Dahlia, and Aster stood waiting, all in full succubus form. Rubella had been hugging Aster tightly and talking to her in a low, affectionate voice, but let go of her daughter when Ashyr and Caleldir drew near.

"Ah! Good to see you two," the Succubus High Mistress said cheerily. "With you two, everyone is here! Now, just so you know, this great hall is special. When it builds up a sufficient amount of tantric energy, it speeds up time inside so that we can enjoy hours in the hall and only have minutes pass outside. It is quite nice for this sort of thing."

"How long do you expect this 'party' to last?" Caleldir asked warily.

"A few hours," Rubella said with a nod.

"By which reckoning?" Caleldir asked with even more wariness.

"Yes," Rubella said with a smug grin.

Ashyr laughed a bit guiltily. This was going to be his most impressive marathon yet, and she had the suspicion that that was the point. It would be funnier if she didn't know how much this troubled Caleldir.

Caleldir gave Ashyr a side-eye. She was finding this guiltily amusing, that was certain. He wondered if he should protest less to make her enjoy it more. Which was sort of ridiculous. Why was he thinking about how he should pretend to enjoy fucking other women in front of his lover in order to make her happier? What had his life become?