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 139: Wivesmoot
Dahlia was in the atrium below Fedwyn's - Birchborn's - laboratory. The monastery still hadn't settled completely; Dahlia would have been completely lost if she had put her anchor in the courtyard. Lost, or forced to walk a couple of miles to find where her tower had decided to put itself this time. Luckily, Fedwyn had agreed to let Dahlia put an anchor in what amounted to her front room.
"Fedwyn? Can you hear me?" Dahlia asked the room.
The Archmage did not immediately answer. Instead, an outline of a shapely, nude woman in silvery light around an unmoving background of a sea of stars manifested in the air. -Mother is upstairs,- Vinya stated softly. -She will allow you to ascend to her.-
The outline of the young goddess blinked away.
Dahlia raised her eyebrows. She did not know the newborn goddess well at all. Or Fedwyn, for that matter. It was interesting that the small archmage was being called 'Mother' by a goddess. Made sense, though. As she began the ascent to the lab, Dahlia idly wondered if Vinya called Caleldir 'father.'
The stairway ended in a vast, gloomy room. A room that was larger than there was room for in the tower it was situated in. Strange machines magical and mechanical hummed and whirred in the dim distances.
Fedwyn Birchborn stood at a console rapidly typing away, her green eyes darting across the readings in front of her. Vinya, in her proper form of silvery starlight and nude but undetailed, floated behind and above Fedwyn in a curled, seemingly sleeping posture.
"Welcome, Dahlia," Fedwyn said without looking up. "I see my mother has let her dress codes go lax. I will go naked in your house, but in my tower, you should wear something. A sexy, revealing something if you like, but something." Fedwyn herself wore flatteringly cut and mildly exposing green robes with a leaf motif and an oversized pointy green hat. And those two articles of clothing only.
Dahlia smirked. Fedwyn's 'daughter' was permitted to bounce around the laboratory without a scrap of clothing. Dahlia just needed to amend the slight difference between Vinya and herself; she shifted slightly, smoothing away her nipples and the cleft between her legs.
Fedwyn looked from Vinya to Dahlia and back. She laughed. "I suppose that will do. Anyway, what brings such a distinguished guest to my humble laboratory?" Her words were teasing rather than mocking, but given that there was an Intermediate Deity she had personally created floating next to her, the ancient wizard's affectations of humility carried a warning behind them.
"I have come to invite you to what we are calling the 'wivesmoot.' It has become clear that we need to have formal arrangements when it comes to getting time with Caleldir," Dahlia responded with a put-upon sigh. "I thought, as a sign of good faith, I would hold the function above my boudoir that I have kept hidden until now."
"Your boudoir is in the Lower Leafstone Ruins," Birchborn stated. "I know the location."
Dahlia let out a sighing chuckle. She was sneaky, but not sneaky enough for the Archmage who was probably older and definitely more powerful than she was. Luckily, they didn't see each other as enemies. Otherwise, Dahlia would be worried.
"Anyway, I will certainly go to this 'Wifesmoot'," Fedwyn said with a sideways smile that made it look like she was plotting something. "Do you have any sort of structure that we are meeting in?"
"There is a large chamber higher up that we have not fitted out yet."
"The Snowmoss Hall," Fedwyn said in a nostalgic tone. "That will work. I should dust the place off. Hmm..." A crafty, close-lipped smile grew over her whole face. "I think that Snowmoss Hall will be a good place for my mother's new Heartroot. With my technology she improved during my curse, I think that we can create a proper tree-tower fusion on Mount Yggdrasil. As befitting its name."
"Hmm..." Dahlia hummed thoughtfully. "It would certainly go smoother if all the 'wives' are more or less in one place. Perhaps we should petition to move Duskhaven headquarters... with some permanent portals, it wouldn't be too inconvenient."
"Risa will do as I order her to," Fedwyn said simply. "And she IS Duskhaven Manor." The Archmage turned her glittering eyes directly onto the succubus. "You have gotten rather daring lately, Dahlia," she began pleasantly. "But it would behoove you to remember that, no matter how powerful you become, no matter how many succubi you have under your control, and even if my oversexed apprentice Rubella Silverwisp has fallen in love with you and will give you whatever you want: you now walk among Gods. And you are no goddess: even if you have the beauty of one." Fedwyn's tone was pleasant, but it was also clear that she was annoyed.
Dahlia gave her a neutral look. "My ambition is young," she admitted. "I have not yet reached the level of goddess. But I am in the process of creating god-tier offspring." She glanced at Vinya. "I do it a little more conventionally, though."
The Archmage shrugged. "Just be sure your reach does not exceed your grasp." She was silent for a moment, then stopped working on the console, leaning back with a sigh. "I will confer with my mother about setting up Snowmoss Hall for the meeting. We will bring Nirza and Faraia with us. And two new I.D.A. units. We will be there whenever this 'Wivesmoot' begins."
With that, Fedwyn stretched, hopped off of the stool she was standing on, and waved Dahlia away.
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"Everyone is in the process of gathering. Would you like me to teleport you there?" Dahlia asked Ashyr in a soft tone.
The drow lifted Uriel and held him to her shoulder while her garments - her casual standard of a white tunic and tan trousers - readjusted over her breasts. "Yeah, I'm all set. Did you get all of us?"
"All of them and two new I.D.As, apparently," Dahlia confirmed. She took Ashyr's hand and a gentle handful of Bard's golden fur and the world shifted. Then Ashyr stared up at the half-ruined structure that clung and mingled with the side of a mountain. The stone it was build from was mostly marbled white and blue with pale blue and green roofs and accents. It was difficult to tell just how large the castle was, but it must have housed a moderate surface village judging by what she could see on the outside.
The valley that it looked over could support a city's worth of people, by Ashyr's estimation. The waterfalls that burst from various rock walls supplied dozens of streams that danced down into a large river that watered the fertile soil. Left unchecked for so long, there were only vague hints of farming done a millennia ago amidst the overgrowth. The gentle breeze smelled green. Like prosperity and health. It was wild and wonderful. Full of more potential than Ashyr could have dreamed of. Gazing across it almost felt like falling in love.
Bard yipped in unadulterated delight and tore off into some shrubbery that must have been part of a well-maintained garden at some point.
"Right over there is the meeting place," Dahlia said, pointing. "Snowmoss Hall."
Ashyr looked up. And up. And up. Her eye followed the ridge of the mountain until it reached the highest peak. On it was a small tower topped with a large dome. It reminded her of an impressive version of the greenhouses the richer merchants had on their estates. The drow squinted; clinging to the cracks and corners of the foggy glass was a pale green moss, giving it a snowy appearance - if the snow had been green, for whatever reason. There were signs of new construction across the whole tower, and it looked as if it was in better repair than the rest of the castle. It had all its windows, for one thing.
"You struck it rich..." Ashyr commented in awe. Just looking at the place, she felt a sort of... melancholy longing. A connection that she'd never really felt before. "I envy your seduction."
"You can always join us!" Dahlia said brightly.
"I can't be a succubus. Duskhaven can't have a succubus matron. Besides, I don't even think becoming one of you would be the right thing for me."
"I meant you can move in here. As you see, there is plenty of room. Naliira and Fedwyn are already setting things up for themselves," Dahlia laughed. "We'll talk about that soon. Come, Selene is already there, helping the nymphkin renovate if I am not mistaken."
"We'd better start walking if we're going to make it up there today," Ashyr commented.
"Oh, there are short-range teleportation circles inside that still work," Dahlia assured Ashyr. "I put my anchor here because the hub is just inside. And I like the view."
They walked inside what Ashyr assumed to be the old servant's door and into a room with many doors. She, Uriel, and Bard (who hesitantly pulled himself away from exploration) followed Dahlia through one of the doors marked by text Ashyr could not read. Then they were walking through a grand set of doors to an even grander hall.
