Drow's Dilemma Ep. 136: Issues

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 136: Familiar Issues

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Caleldir said with slight tension in his tone once everyone from the council had left the room. He turned to the newly appointed Queen of the Dark Elves, the only other person present now. "I would really like to get back to Ashyr and my son. No offense, Miss - er, Queen Alycyrl, but I've been away from them for far too long." Chagrin crossed his expression. "I'm sure we'll get to know each other a lot while I'm here."

Alycyrl let out a long sigh. "Dahlia, I know it's you," she started bluntly. "I have been working with succubi seeking to subvert and control a major world power for the better part of the last century. I know the tricks. You swapped bodies with Caleldir. No doubt 'Cahlia' or whatever you call her is back using your body in your boudoir. So, I ask you: what are you planning? Besides the obvious of incubizing Caleldir ahead of schedule."

'Caleldir's' body language shifted completely, turning more confident and amused. He blinked, his eyes completely black when he opened them again. "Cahlia is, indeed, what I call her. I've been going by Dahlidir in my head. I didn't expect you to be here, Aly. Just when I managed to get Hadlyn out of the way." He made a light scoffing noise in the back of his throat.

"Anyway, I'm here because Caleldir is a busy man. His soul needs to be back at the boudoir. I can pop in and out briefly to keep up with his other responsibilities until he is no longer needed there full-time," Dahlidir explained easily.

"So, you have kidnapped your 'master's then. I assume that you have also kidnapped Selene." Alycyrl sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Well, sell me on this. Why should I let you turn Selene into a succubus against her will, and why should I let you incubize Caleldir? My goddess tells me I need him to create the Dark Nymph race. So why shouldn't I send Ashyr, Althaia, Abanonda, and my Dark Nymph sisters to break up your little party?"

"To me, Caleldir will be vastly improved as an incubus. To you, he won't change much. But I don't honestly expect to be able to incubize him this time. Set him on the path, yes. Transform him before Althaia and Ashyr come and get him? No way. Just give me a week or so to let my girls get it out of their system. I think you can imagine how difficult it is to get any of his time without forcing the issue, and he has a duty to the Bouquet. Then I will let him go be your stud," Dahlidir bargained.

The queen narrowed her eyes. "A week? Well, that is far short of the five-year, nine-month minimum for incubization, and it is not unreasonable to make him spend some time with his Seduction every now and again. I do not like the deception, though. But that is about Caleldir. You can do a lot of damage to Selene in a week. Caleldir does have a duty to the Bouquet, I will allow, but Selene does not. Why take her?"

"Selene wants to be a succubus. We're simply pushing up the original timeline slightly. The council and the rest of the Dark Elves will take our proposal much more seriously if one of the original Duskhavens is a succubus. Selene is the only candidate for that," Dahlidir reasoned.

"I know Selene, or at least knew her reasonably well, and I think you are playing games with the word 'wants'. You merely mean that she will not be angry after the transformation is complete." Alycyrl shook her head. "Look, I helped Queen Rubella play this game for almost a century. I know what you are up to. Even though it is mostly a power play in order to set yourself up as Queen of the Grand Norahist Domination, your idea to integrate succubi into Dark Elven society is a good one, and one I approve of. But no more kidnapping until we can write down the laws for that sort of thing. I am fine with turning people against their initial will, but in my Queendom, you will no longer be operating utterly without oversight. Not even I operate without oversight.

"To succubize a member of a House, you will need to get approval from either the House Matron or an approved council of House Members. Since there is no Duskhaven council: you will need to get permission from Ashyr to turn her cousin. Therefore, unless you swear to me on pain of Contract that you will not complete Selene's transformation without Matron Ashyr's approval, I will launch a rescue mission for her right now. And no wriggling out by saying 'oh, I won't do it, but other succubi...' You aim to be a Queen. Queens are responsible for the actions of their subordinates. What say you, Queen Dahlia?"

Dahlidir heaved a put-upon sigh. "You drive a hard bargain, Queen Alycyrl. I have to say, your background with my kind makes you uniquely suited to your new role." He briefly looked at Aly's nude figure with an appreciative expression. "Very suited. Fine. I will agree to a contract: no transforming Selene until Ashyr gives me permission. So. Where should we retire?"

"If you are propositioning me, then thank you but no thank you," Alycyrl said in wry amusement. "I don't mind having sex with you, and I don't mind having sex with Caleldir, but I do not want to have sex with you while you are joyriding Caleldir's body without permission."

"How are we to seal the contract, then?" Dahlidir asked with an innocently confused expression.

Alycyrl laughed. "You know as well as I do that a simple signature in blood would bind you quite as efficiently as a few orgasms. But if you want to go this route, transform. Use your succubus form. I know you can use it even when joyriding your 'master's' body."

Dahlidir frowned. "That's not as much fun. But you are correct; I can use transformation magic to make myself look like... myself. I do not wish to do so at this time, though. If someone were to walk in on us! It would be terribly embarrassing; I am not supposed to be here! After this is over and Caleldir is back, though..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"It is not difficult to ensure that we remain alone," Alycyrl replied, standing up and gesturing Dahlidir to follow her. "And I do not want to take dick again until I am ready to conceive. You should know my reputation with women. I have bedded several thousand women and less than a hundred men." She grinned naughtily. "We all have our preferences..."

Dahlidir stood to follow Aly, grinning to himself. He might have been in Caleldir's body, but he was still a succubus. It only took the slightest bit of convincing to fall into bed with a person they were attracted to. Even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted. "Lead the way, then, Queen Alycyrl. Sadly, I don't have a wealth of time before I have to get back to Ashyr."

"This will not take too very long," Alycyrl said in a slightly husky tone. It was clear from the shine on her thighs that despite her cold words she was very aroused.

The two of them found themselves in a side room off of the council hall, one of many pseudo-bedrooms that people almost never used for sleeping. Alycyrl locked the door and turned to Dahlidir. She folded her arms underneath her breasts, appraising Caleldir's body. "That body suits its owner better than you," she noted. "Looks very good, but without that paradoxical innocence, feigned disinterest, and genuine half-selfless affection that makes him so irresistible." She smiled. "But I did very much want to get with you, Dahlia. Just us for now, but later in a threesome with that master you don't listen to."

"I would gladly oblige. I might even consider letting you get a hold of Cahlia... if you make it worth my while," Dahlidir offered. "If you find his body language interesting in male form, imagine it in female form!" As she finished this sentence, she popped into her female form, complete with her batlike wings and spaded tail. She appeared to open her mouth to say something else, but cut herself off abruptly.

Another succubus teleported into the room looking a bit alarmed. "Mistress Dahlia, Althaia is on the move far sooner than we expected. She'll be here very soon!"

"Shit," Dahlia swore. "Perhaps a blood contract will be more prudent after all."

"Hey now," Alycyrl said with a growl, advancing on Dahlia from behind. "You do not get to pull a bait-and-switch like that. I offered you a Blood Contract for a reason: but you refused. You are committed to this course." Her dark hands deftly flowed across Dahlia's tail and the place where her wings met her back, massaging them in ways that showed decades of experience pleasuring succubi specifically. She kissed Dahlia's neck, nipping slightly. "The door is locked. Althaia has no reason to come in here. Besides, you are a succubus. We both know how aroused you are by the possibility of being caught. Of your plans being stymied by your inability to say no to pleasure. And I will give you pleasure. Fight me if you want, succubus, but no one lays with as many women as I have without being a predator."

All the while she spoke, her hands caressed, stroked, squeezed, and grasped at Dahlia's body, erotic magic working through her fingers. Unlike Caleldir's idle experimentation with pleasure spells, Alycyrl was a true mistress of the eromantic arts.

"I, ah-" Dahlia began to breathe before getting distracted. "I didn't exactly- mmm- refuse a blood contract..." she protested. "Ah, Rose- Distract Althaia, please."

"Aww, but that looks fun!" Rose said in a disappointed tone. "Fine, fine. You should invite that one to the boudoir sometime, Dahlia! I'll see what I can do with Althaia."

"You are skilled, I'll give you that," Dahlia commented when they were alone in the room again.

"I have spent a lot of time with succubi," Alycyrl murmured as her fingers dipped into Dahlia's pussy. "I am not displeased about my inability to ever wear clothing again. I have spent much more time naked than clothed during my life. Now, I am sure that 'Cahlia' is being molested right now, given where you left the irresistible creature, so perhaps we can time your orgasms with hers." The Dark Elven Queen grinned widely as her fingers deftly manipulated Dahlia's clit. "Let me know when you should cum, and be honest."

"That's an interesting game," Dahlia said with a grin. "But who says you get to call all the shots? Perhaps I should make you cum every time Cahlia does. That would be quite the feedback loop." Dahlia's tail curled up and around Aly's leg. The spaded tip - broad, soft, and slightly ribbed - began to stoke insistently against her clit.

Alycylr's breath deepened and she squirmed slightly. "Succubi have a lot of magic to pleasure mortals," she whispered. "But you do not have much magic for pleasuring each other. Why would you? Feeding off mortals is much more filling. You gain pleasure from the pleasure of others."

She gave Dahlia a series of kisses as she tightened and loosened her legs in response to the spaded tail. "I also gain pleasure from others," she nipped at Dahlia's ear. "So, I learned some magic just for you." With that, she began channeling her own freshly divinely chosen soul energy directly into Dahlia's womanhood.

Dahlia had to spend quite a while formulating a response to this. She was used to her master giving her dizzying shots of power, but she wasn't expecting anything approaching that coming from Alycyrl. "Makes you a good partner. I can still be in charge."

With expert precision, Dahlia floated them across the room and onto the bed. Succubus on top, of course.

"You are much stronger than me right now," Alycyrl conceded. "Older, more magical, and have had more partners." She gave another jolt of her own soul energy to the succubus. "But being 'in charge' is not about being on top: it is about giving more. Which is why you will never be truly dominant as you are now. Succubi always take. I give." Here, the queen ramped up her efforts to give Dahlia enough orgasmic energy to overwhelm the succubus's senses. Though not as potent as Caleldir's energy, it was of a very different sort, one that Dahlia had never truly tasted before now: powerful, divine soul energy not being harvested against the flow but being thrust right at her in a series of controlled tidal waves like a pulsing tsunami.

"Just ride the tide of your own pleasure," Aly whispered, her voice weakened from the sheer amount of life energy she was thrusting into the succubus with every movement. Energy that vibrated through Dahlia as if under Aly's control even once leaving her soul and mixing with the succubus's. "Let down your hair. Forget about power games and just give in to the bliss."

Dahlia laughed at that order. It was a huskily amused, aroused sound. "The power games are what turn me on, young one."

Then she rallied as only a succubus could and attacked Aly's clit with her expertly transformed tail. Her lips went to the Dark Elf's neck, pressing softly against the perfect, smooth skin.

Alycyrl let out a long, ragged breath, her eyes going unfocused for a moment. "A succubus tail is almost as good as a dick," she moaned. "And you make good use of yours." The Dark Elf was clearly getting very weak from pushing her life energy into the succubus, but she was determined to 'beat' Dahlia at whatever game the two of them were playing. "You are very skilled."

And then, she triggered her Soul, now completely infusing Dahlia. The succubus was completely unprepared for this sensation - it was as if she was using her Soul as a hammer to shatter her consciousness. It shouldn't be possible! Dahlia's vision darkened and she was pretty sure that she blacked out for a moment, a moment in which Alycyrl had flipped the two of them. It felt good. Painfully good. She couldn't even continue pleasuring Aly through it.

"What... what was that?" she asked hoarsely when she could summon the willpower to do so. Dahlia tried to gather the energy to resume pleasuring her but found that her limbs weren't working quite right yet.

"A technique that Rubella and I developed for Good spellcasters to neutralize succubi," Alycyrl explained, sending a few more orgasmic detonations through Dahlia. "Sixth level spell, though I cast it at ninth level for the first time just now. Thank you for letting me test it out. By infusing a succubus with their own soul energy, a mortal caster can completely overwhelm their pleasure nerves." Another series of overpowering orgasms ravaged Dahlia. "If the caster uses your True Name in conjunction with that spell, they can trap you in orgasms that last for hours, days, or even months. The spell works by first melding the caster's soul with the succubus's. If the succubus knows what is going on, she can resist the Soul infusion. Once the Soul energy is infused, though, the succubus cannot resist."

Alycyrl blew gently on Dahlia's clitoris, sending another blackout orgasm through her. "This will only work once on you unless you want to give in again. But for now, dear Dahlia, I have until you completely absorb the Soul I sent into you to trigger your orgasms whenever and wherever I want. And you can only absorb my Soul in you by forgoing all other sex - including masturbation - for a week." She grinned, licking Dahlia's pussy, which had a similar effect to the blowing earlier. "Quite elegant, don't you agree? Trapping a succubus in the same hedonism that is their strength? But the cost to the caster to trap a woman of your power is tremendous; I have barely the strength to move right now. The cost to you, besides the debilitating pleasure, is nothing. The energy I gave you will permanently increase your power."

She stood up on shaky legs, half stumbling to the door. "Consider the virtues of not ridding yourself of my spell," she mused. "There are many. You can trigger orgasms in me at will, make me more aroused at will, and share all my spells, though you can only cast my oracle spells when naked and in your true form, as is my Affliction. I have access to tenth-level Divine Spells as of now, and within the next few hundred years, I will become a Demigoddess once I mother one hundred and eight nymphs. I am sure you have a lot you can do with Divine Magic."

The Dark Elf laughed. "Poetic, don't you think? Offering a succubus a deal for power in exchange for their Soul?" Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. "I will keep Althaia from finding out about your plans for a few days, so do not worry about that. As one Queen to another: I hope that we can have a long, long, long, profitable, and pleasurable relationship. Without you plotting against me." She gave Dahlia a tender smile. "So, will you ally with me, Queen Dahlia? As equals, fellow consorts to the High King Caleldir to be, once we have prepared him for his role as Allfather? Think on this."

With that, she left the room and closed the door, locking it behind her.

Dahlia, who had been rendered dumb up until that point, managed to get herself onto one elbow. "Damn her..." she muttered to herself. "Damn her."

But she couldn't help the grin on her face. This was going to be interesting.

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"Ashyr? How are things going?" Ashyr heard Caleldir's voice on the other side of her office door. It was good timing; Althaia had taken Aly away and the secretaries were back in the gardens learning from the nymphs. They would have the office completely to themselves. And Uriel. But he was sleeping in the corner.

"Come in!" Ashyr said cheerfully.

Caleldir walked in with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry I took so long. A lot of people need my attention, it seems."

"No kidding," the ranger said with a grin. "So, what do you think of our new Queen? And it's not me!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I think Queen Alycyrl is extremely suited to her job. Her time with the succubi has given her a lot of practice when it comes to dealing with Nylameia."

"Good," Ashyr responded with a relieved sigh. "I was worried that I was jumping on the opportunity too quickly - I was just so happy that I wouldn't have to do the job."

"Perhaps you did 'jump' on it hastily, but the right choice would have been the same even if you sat on it for a week."

Ashyr walked across the room to hug Caleldir. He wrapped his arms around her and they held each other tightly for a while. That was until Ashyr got other 'idea's' and poked at the rune that rendered him naked.

"Here? In the office? What if someone walks in on us?" he chuckled.

"We'll do what we always do: invite them to join!" Ashyr answered automatically. It was, after all, the ritual; she makes a move on him and he half-heartedly protests about the location. He was never serious and she was never dissuaded.

She pulled his head down to hers to kiss him, all the while backing up towards the daybed along the side of the wall. He nimbly stripped her of her light spidersilk garments as they walked - which disappeared as they hit the ground. When she fell back onto the soft cushions, she was as naked as he was. Ashyr was clearly not in the mood for playing around; she wrapped her legs around his hips and expertly guided his cock into her dripping womanhood. Ashyr held him there for a while, enjoying the connection while they kissed.

"You're in a better mood now," Caleldir observed raggedly when they finally pulled their lips away.