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 141: Valkyries
The icy wind finally stole Ashyr's breath as she hurtled across the sky of her future home, held by one arm facing outward against the chest of a Valkyrie. It was terrifying. Surely, this high in the air, there should be more protection against falling. It was wonderful. The drow's blood had never pumped harder. Oh! To fly like this on the power of her own wings!
"Are you well, drow?" the valkyrie asked. The sound seemed to come from her head more than from the woman's mouth.
"Worried I won't be able to spar after this?" Ashyr responded with her voice as well as her mind, as she often did when a psychic link was set between her and one of her friends. She hoped it worked the same with the valkyries. "After this, I can fight armies!"
Friava must have heard her because her laugh was so exuberant that Ashyr could feel the vibrations of her chest.
Hlara shot into view, a burst of fire-red hair and white wings. "Drop her already! I ache for a spar."
Drop her?
Ashyr screamed in terror and delight when she no longer felt the protective grip of her flight partner. She stopped plummeting forward, plummeting down instead. The drow spread out her limbs to simply experience the power of the wind and ground speeding to meet her. She waited until the last moment to activate her ring of feather fall - an important accessory for any adventurer - and had to roll across the ground to avoid injury. When she finally got to her feet, yin and yang appeared in her hands.
The ground on either side of her shook with the impact of two alighting Valkyries. They, too, had their short swords at the ready. They wasted no time in starting their aggressive attack. Ashyr, manic grin plastered across her face, desperately scuttled backward while parrying and dodging their attack. The uneven ground was at an incline behind her, filled with large bushes and brambles that she could use to her advantage to stop their flanking maneuvers.
This was usually when she would banter with her opponent, but Ashyr was having a difficult enough time getting enough breath as she desperately defended herself. She was considered a very good swordswoman, but Ashyr had a feeling that the Valkyries were holding back. If they had been using their spears, the drow wouldn't have had a chance.
But Ashyr had a secret. She threw down Yin, who suddenly appeared as a feminine warrior. She evened the playing field, but the winged women didn't seem too impressed. They simply fought harder; Ashyr felt as if she'd gained nothing.
"Need help, dearest?" Selene's voice called down.
Ashyr didn't dare look at her cousin, but she could tell that she was hovering somewhere above. She barely managed her response, "Get someone to revive me if I die!"
Hlara and Friava thought this was funny. Ashyr attempted to use this to her advantage, but the extremely disciplined women fought as well when they were laughing as they did any other time.
"That is not advisable," Selene said in a disapproving tone. "It's much more expensive to revive two people than it is to bring back just one."
Ashyr faltered a bit, earning a loud smack on her leg. At times like this, she forgot that she was carrying Caleldir's child. It was too early to show yet and she didn't have many side effects. Luckily, pregnant drow were far, far hardier than pregnant humans, else this would have been a very bad idea.
"Do not worry, drow. We are aware of your condition and are taking the necessary precautions," Hlara informed her.
"My mother gave birth to me on the battlefield and carried on fighting with me in her arm!" Friava boasted. "That was when the Triumph finally decided she was ready! We are used to training with pregnant females."
Neither of the Valkyries seemed out of breath as they spoke. But, even though Ashyr wasn't much of a match for the two of them, Friava had a big grin on her face and even Hlara looked like she was having fun.
Meanwhile, much of the rest of the group had filtered out. A number of the attendees to the great council were leaving or had left. Naliira, Fedwyn, and a few others stayed in the hall to return to work on Naliira's new tree, but most of the assembly scattered.
For his part, as he situated himself in a nearby chair to watch the fight Caleldir was grumbling a bit about the inconvenience of the process of incubization. Still, he did not mind carrying Aster around. The succubus princess was light enough, strong enough, and magical enough that it did not actually make moving around that much more difficult than it was normally. And by this point, he was very used to sex. He still found it embarrassing to walk around naked with a succubus on his cock, though. At least all those around right now were weird sex perverts of one stripe or another, or at least worshippers of his weird sex pervert older sister (Princess Ravayra was disarmingly pure, despite her worship of Aelsuna).
"Please do not get carried away!" Caleldir called out to Ashyr and the Valkyries.
The twelve lesser Duskhavens (none of whom had bothered to get dressed after the council out of a show of pious loyalty to the great Goddess Ellistraea that they all of course had always secretly worshipped and not that bitch Lolth) who were charged with attending to Ashyr, Caleldir, and Selene moved around Caleldir to watch the fight, Caleldir's own attendants moving closer to him. Ishtar tightly embraced him from behind, her eyes fixed on Aster's movements.
Ashyr's newly assigned attendants, especially her bodyguard Dilrae Steel - a scarred, muscular drow who looked a lot like Ashyr herself - seemed a lot more nervous than the others. Dilrae looked from Caleldir to Ashyr and back, her muscles twitching as she tried to figure out where she should be.
Vicora Steel gently put a firm hand on Caleldir's arm. "The Matron is a fantastic fighter, but the Valkyries are even better," the bodyguard observed. "And their armor is amazing. We should get that made for all of Duskhaven Steel!"
"If you wish, my lord," Phivucai Moon said respectfully. "I can arrange for that if you approve it in the budget. Speaking of, now that my tenure as your personal secretary has begun, you and I should have a long discussion as to your goals. Mistress Dahlia gave me the relevant paperwork and access to all your files to bring me up to speed, but the last time we talked was on that glorious day you visited and had sex with all of us and our roles were introduced."
"I also need to have a long discussion with you, my lord," Haeshi Silver interjected. "You are to be a High King, and I am to be in charge of your public face. I need to know what sort of image you wish to project, and how we can go about projecting that image most effectively. Your current state of requiring constant sex for incubization will complicate things, of course."
"Speaking of your incubization schedule," Phivucai began, a slightly smug expression on her face. "While your wives have their time, we do have a lot of flexibility in the formal arrangement. I propose that we sell time with your co- I mean, time with your manhood to willing women. We could use the money."
"Yeah, no," Caleldir sighed. "Good luck getting Selene to approve of that nonsense." Caleldir was pretty sure that none of the Wivesmoot would approve except Marigold, really.
