Drows Dilemma Ep 140 Council

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 140: Grand Norahist Council

The nude Naliira stood up from the pile of panting, satisfied women and Caleldir. Like snowfall elegantly blanketing a tree, her usual diaphanous white dress covered her tall, curvaceous frame. "It is time for us to move to the next stage of negotiation," she announced softly. No need to raise her voice; everyone was entangled in a small area. "Dahlia, I believe you wanted to bring in the attendants at this time? We will begin with them before moving to your meeting with your new prospective wife, Caleldir."

Dahlia got out from under Aster, stood, and stretched. "That was invigorating!" she said brightly. "I will summon those attendants - the ones that I told you about, Caleldir. Ashyr, Selene, Uriel, and Iondae all have their own - though right now all the babies need are their maids and bodyguards. They are currently enjoying the hospitality of my seduction. We will have some new instructions for them."

Caleldir attempted to extricate himself from the pile, but Nirza held fast to him, wrapping her legs more tightly around his waist. "You are being incubized, Caleldir," she whispered to him. "Remember: the sex cannot stop!"

"I do not want to properly see my new attendants for the first time while naked!" Caleldir fussed.

"You have met them several times before," Alycyrl said dryly. "And every time, it was during a gangbang."

"It would be weird for them not to see you inside a woman!" Ashyr chimed in teasingly. All the sex seemed to have put her in a good mood again.

Caleldir sighed, put his hands under Nirza's ass, and lifted her up to go sit down. Faraia followed along, as did Marigold.

"I should probably put my clothing back on," Faraia said regretfully.

"I am going to be a Sacred Nudist from now on," Nirza said cheerily. "Now that I am a Dark Nymph and all."

"Speaking of the Dark Nymphs, Mizrae is going to be the secretary for this meeting," Alycyrl said, sending a Message spell to tell the Dark Nymph candidate to come in. As she did, taking her place at a nearby desk, the Queen continued speaking. "As a matter of fact, all seven of us Dark Nymphs and Dark Nymph candidates either have or are going to take Vows of Nudity in honor of Ellistraea. And at the last council meeting, several of the nobles suggested we make nudity - except for sacred and magical jewelry - the official outfit of every Dark Elven Noblewoman in any State function. That would include you two as well: Selene and Ashyr. Perhaps we should start that tradition here for the Grand Norahist Council."

Selene shrugged. Her body, after all, was always the epitome of Drow Good Breeding. She did not summon her clothes, though her circlet was still a prominent adornment. Ashyr grinned and shook her head. She did not don clothing either while she sat back down at her place, though her slender, scarred form was very much not the ideal drow body. "Very good of you, Aly, to spread the ideals of our goddess."

A smile quirked at the edge of Alycyrl's mouth. "You will remember that it was Matron Maevalzynge who suggested that we make that policy. I just benefit from the view."

"If that is going to be the policy for the Dark Elves, we can make it the policy for all nobles," suggested Fedwyn, to the surprise of many. "As long as you allow me to smooth myself out. Seeing nipples erodes the morality of the youth, after all." Her tone indicated that she was very much joking about that last bit. "Anyway, we are building a culture made up of Ellistraeans, Aelsunites, and Nylameia. Having Sacred Nudity be the rule for Nobles for all state functions seems very appropriate."

"I admit, I did not expect you to suggest that," Caleldir said.

"Well then," Alycyrl said. "Before everyone else begins to arrive, would the Queen Candidates take their places at the table? I would like to have a vote as to Sacred Nudity at State Functions."

"Isn't that a vote to put forth at the Grand Norahist Council?" Selene asked. "This doesn't directly relate to Caleldir."

"Well, all but two of the people who would make up the Grand Norahist Council are here," Alycyrl stated. "The council is made up of High King Caleldir of Norahist, me: the Queen of all Ellistraeans, Althaia: Queen of the Nymphs of Norahist, Dahlia: Queen of the Succubi of Norhaist, Mirjana: Candidate to the Queenship of the Rusalka of Norahist, Ashyr: the Matron of the Royal House of Norahist, Fedwyn: Representative of Deusterra, and Aster: Representative of Clachleom. As well as Naliira: Hostess of the Council. Though you should all be aware that in normal circumstances Matron Ashyr and Representative Aster will likely be advisors, not voters. The position of Archmage Birchborn on the final incarnation of the royal council will be determined during this council.

"Right now, we are missing only Princess Ravayra: candidate to the Queenship of the Mortal Aelsunites of Norahist, and the Representative of the Valkyries that Erinyes Gailwen is expected to appear with. And everyone's retinues, of course."

"Speaking of Retinues, I am in Princess Dalthinn's Retinue," Faraia said, holding her dress but not putting it on just yet. "I will go to her once I know the result of this vote."

"Wait... Gailwen is an Erinyes now?" Caleldir realized. He turned to Mirjana. "I thought you had let her go home, and she was going to move up here to Norahist!"

"Dahlia wanted her," Mirjana said with a shrug.

"Be that as it may, Gailwen is an Erinyes now, and Queen Dahlia sent her to make contact with the Valkyries of the Endless Taiga north of Fiadr," Alycyrl stated. "Anyway, if you think we should wait for the council to begin to make a formal vote, we can. But we should still make an informal vote."

"Joking aside, as the Representative of Old Deusterra, I think that Sacred Nudity at State Events is a great idea," Fedwyn stated. "Though maybe make an exception for males. Not because I do not want to see them naked (I most certainly do), but because Abbot Geirloss would veto this if I did not make such an exception, and he is the only person in this part of the world besides my mom who I am scared of. Therefore: voluntary nudity for males should be the case. Except for Caleldir, of course."

"I approve thoroughly of mandated nudity!" Althaia said, gleefully removing the white dress she had put back on.

"I vote no," Caleldir said stubbornly. "Does my vote count for double since I am supposedly High King?"

"Sure!" Alycyrl said, an impish expression on her face. "Your vote can count for triple, actually, if no one has an objection." It seemed no one did, so Alycyrl continued. "If we can't outvote you routinely despite that, whatever measure it was probably should not have been passed anyway."

"I've never worn clothing in my life, and I don't intend on starting now!" Aster said cheerfully.

"I don't really care either way," Ashyr shrugged.

"I think It's a good idea," Selene added.

"I don't think your vote counts... but I guess I'll vote 'yes' for your sake," Ashyr said.

"Representatives to the council can take advice from their Retinues if they so desire," Alcyrl nodded. "That is the entire point of having them."

"It's what I'm used to," Dahlia said.

"My people do not like to wear clothes at all. And never for important meetings," Mirjana added.

"So, three votes against, eight for, and two not present," Naliira declared. "The motion passes. From now on: nudity will be mandated for female nobles and their retinues at all councils and state functions. Males will be allowed an exemption if they wish."

"Except Caleldir," Fedwyn added while Mizrae finished recording the motion.

"I will let the Princess know," Faraia said, putting her dress into extradimensional storage and striding out of the room naked.

"I will dismiss my own clothing," Naliira announced as her clothing yet again melted away.

The doors opened and in strode Lily - in her succubus form of magenta skin, pink-white hair, and orange eyes - with over a dozen and a half mostly dark elf women walking behind her. They were all nude in adherence with the proposed standard. Ashyr and Selene stood holding their infants. They passed Uriel and Iondae over to four of the attendants, who carried the very sleepy bundles back out of the door. Eight of those that remained took their places behind Ashyr's and Selene's seats. The four remaining - Dame Zesinil and the other three heads of the Lesser Duskhaven Houses - sat in the gallery in case they were called on.

"The ladies of Duskhaven have already been formally introduced to their attendants," Dahlia told Caleldir. She leaned in closer to him to whisper in his ear. "And you have already been introduced to yours, as I explained to you earlier." The succubus familiar gestured towards the four women at the back of the procession. She had explained to him every detail of their bodies and personalities... and what they did to 'him.'

Caleldir looked over at the four women. He recognized them all from Dinoryn, of course, but only recognized two of them from his succubus marriage ceremony. Phivucai, Haeshi, Vicora, and Ishtar, their names were. Poor Ishtar. He definitely would fulfill her request to give her the ability to orgasm again. Sadly, he had not had the time to do it yet.

"I had Lily explain to them the importance of making sure you are never not having sex, my future incubus," Dahlia purred into Caleldir's ear, startling him slightly. He sighed. Of course.

"Then it is time for me to dismount," Nirza said sadly. "The meeting is about to begin." She partly pulled off of him, keeping just his tip inside her.

Immediately, the former drow noblewoman Phivucai and the rose-haired alchemically modified humanish slave Ishtar slid under the table. Ishtar took hold of his cock. "I am very glad to be of service to you, Master," Ishtar said worshipfully. "I will make sure you stay properly stimulated the entire meeting!"

"Since they are hidden by the tablecloth, it will make what is going on less obvious," Nirza assured him as she pulled the rest of the way off of him.

"This is exactly why I did not want to become an incubus," Caleldir grumbled. "Not because I do not want to be one, but because I knew this sort of thing would happen."

Nirza gave him a sympathetic kiss. "I know you are really having fun, Master," she said with a crooked grin. "Come on, admit it. Part of you loves this. And more of me loves this more than I thought I would. A few hundred years of nymph and succubus breeding programs seems to have rubbed off on me."

"You are all perverts," Caleldir groused. "But I am no better. Just... do what you want." Nirza smiled, shaking her head as Phivucai and Ishtar started competing with each other to get Caleldir off the fastest without making too much noise.

After the attendants all took their places, the rest of the scheduled retinues of those in the First Grand Norahist Council followed them in. Abanonda took her place behind Alycyrl and was joined by the Dark Nymph Nirza, and the Dark Nymph candidates Elerra, Laele, and a blushing, nervous Thalna. Two dark-haired rusalka flowed in afterward, taking in the room with a satisfied look on their hauntingly lovely faces. Mirjana smiled back at them and gestured for them to join her as the other attendants had.

"Fresh from Fiadr," Lily announced to the room.

"They are my women," Mirjana said proudly. "The first of them. We will one day be as many as the nymphs." She fell into quick, fluid chatter in the northern tongue. She spoke much more elegantly in Fiadric than she did in the Common of the area. Though she didn't say much of consequence and half the attendants couldn't understand her.

After the rusalka, three nymphs and a pixie arrived to take their place behind Althaia. "Please allow me to introduce Amethelia the Ancient." Althaia indicated the extremely tall nymph with floor-length silver-white hair and luminously purple eyes. "And Opal Tanglebird." She indicated the tiny, grinning pixie darting around the three nymphs. "My original companions will recognize Elissa and Elysia, who I lived with for a few years while waiting for Caleldir."

The copper-haired twins grinned broadly at Caleldir.

"We had no idea who you really were back in our Grove, Caius!" one of them said.

"We are so happy that you are going to breed us later!" the other declared.

"Ladies, not the time," Althaia scolded them.

Risa quietly floated to behind Fedwyn, where she was joined by Vinya. The two artificial goddesses stayed very silent, simply watching the scene. Finally, Aster's three attendants that had come with her from Clachleom moved to behind their mistress. Fiona and Elyon looked pretty much the same as before, but Rosalie had clearly chosen to become a succubus, and now had much more pronounced curves and the usual monocolored eyes, spaded tail, batlike wings, and in her case very tall horns. Her skin had also turned almost golden in color. Aster gave them each a friendly smile and caress before she returned her focus to the table in front of her.

"Be still everyone; it is now time to meet our prospective princess. She will not be accustomed to the nudity, I think, so everyone please be considerate while she adjusts," Naliira announced as she strode nearer the door to welcome the new woman with a motherly smile.

Faraia and two other Light Elves walked in. The half-ghost and a similarly tall elf with almost glowingly red hair and eyes walked in front, with a slender young lady shyly following after. All three were as naked as everyone else, but the young lady in the back seemed more awkward about it than anyone else had up to this point.

Alycyrl stood up to welcome the group with a smile. "Good to see you, High Priestess Nerira!" she greeted the fire-haired woman.

"Good to see you too, Queen Duskhaven," High Priestess Nerira replied. "An interesting custom you are proposing, this. Not that the Church of Aelsuna could find fault with it."

The young elf lady in the back just blushed a bright pink against her pale skin and pushed back some of the pastel blue hair that had fallen into her face. Her arm looked as if it was about to cover her modest, well-formed breasts, but she stopped herself and consciously put her arms to her sides.

"Welcome, Princess," Naliira said gently. She took the young woman's hands and addressed her in a comforting tone, "You will be well-treated here. And you are beautiful; you need not feel self-conscious."

"Thank you, um..." Ravayra hesitated.

"You may call me Naliira," the dryad said with a smile. "We are likely to be sisters soon."

"Naliira," Ravayra repeated, looking just a little bit more comfortable. Her eyes darted over to Caleldir, still sitting at the table, keeping a very neutral expression despite Phivucai and Ishtar's actions. "Is he really-?"

"He is really Her brother," Naliira confirmed. "But he does not see himself as superior to mortals. Come. Sit. You may ask each other questions before I begin the official council. I am sure he will love you if you remain genuine."

Naliira then led the young princess by the hand and sat her across from Caleldir, next to herself and Althaia, who gave her a radiant smile, a hug, and a tender kiss on the cheek. Ravayra's eyes focused on the table while her cheeks grew a more brilliant shade of pink. It was unclear whether she had actually gotten a good look at Caleldir yet. Her eyes seemed ever-trained on a space a foot in front of her.

Caleldir found the contrast between this shy young lady and... everyone else in his life almost irresistible. But it also made him feel a lot more... not exactly 'guilty' but something between that and awkward about what was happening to his dick under the tablecloth while this sweet woman was blushing so adorably. "Nice to meet you, Princess," he said to her. "I hope that we can get along."

Althaia put her arm around Ravayra, giving her a gentle squeeze. "If we do get along, we could be sisters too!" the nymph murmured in her ear. A soft, gentle hand slid onto her thigh, and the Chosen of Aelsuna began to tenderly stroke nearer and nearer to her womanhood. "I would love to be your sister..." she said, giving Ravayra a light, lingering kiss.

The light elf princess swallowed. Her leg twitched and she took a deep breath through her nose. "Um. Thank you, Althaia. That... that would, indeed, be lovely."

Faraia looked surprised, her eyes darting to Caleldir, who shrugged. "Yes, Althaia was always like this," he told his old apprentice. "Looks like you are feeling better, Althaia, if you are feeling in the mood to get back to seducing people that aggressively."

Pouting, the nymph queen gave Ravayra another quick kiss and pulled away, though her hand left the elf's shoulder reluctantly. "She is just so sweet I could not help myself!" she said with a smile. "I want her."

Ravayra's eyes bulged for a moment and she stared even harder at the table. Unfortunately, there was no hiding the way her nipples came to fine, hard points. She was aroused and embarrassed about it.

"Be nice to the princess!" Caleldir scolded. "She seems overwhelmed."

Althaia grinned, leaning back towards Ravayra. "Am I overwhelming, darling?" she whispered, her fingers lightly rubbing against the princess's nipples. "Just let me know when I get to be too much for you. Just... let me know." Her other hand went back between Ravayra's thighs. "The last thing I want is for you to be unhappy."

"Um. It's not that I- Er, just-" Ravayra began, then dropped her voice. "I am having difficulty talking to Lord Caleldir."

"Oh," Caleldir said, his voice trailing off. "I'm sorry."

Ashyr snickered into her hand. From her spot next to Caleldir, she could see his two attendants enthusiastically sucking him off. If the sweet young princess knew about that...

Althaia broke out in giggles. "You truly are the most precious creature!" she cooed into Ravayra's ear. "You and Caleldir really are meant for each other."

"This is a very heartwarming scene, but we do have a meeting to get to, here," Fedwyn said, standing. "Greetings, Princess, I am Fedwyn Birchborn, the Archmage of Life. Welcome to this strange center of perversions. But I suppose that, as a fanatical Aesunite, you will fit in here remarkably well."

"I hope so, Archmage Birchborn," Ravayra replied. She was able to politely nod towards the diminutive woman.

"If there is nothing more that Caleldir and Ravayra wish to say to each other, we should continue. I believe Gailwen has found two Valkyries for us to speak to until we can appoint a Norahist queen of their kind," Naliira said, looking between them.

"There is a lot that the two of them need to talk about, mom, but I think that they are both too awkward right now for it to be a profitable conversation. Too much of an audience," Fedwyn observed. "They can save the rest of their adorable misunderstandings for later."

"Misunderstandings?" Caleldir asked.

-The poor girl has no idea what's happening under the table,- Dahlia thought to him with amusement seeping through their bond