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 142: Queen Althaia
Metal upon metal clanged throughout the courtyard of the keep overlooking the valley. Laughter followed the noise - not the light bubbling brook that was a nymph giggle, but an aggressive wail of the wind: raucous, but musical in its own way. Then there was a loud crash and swearing by a less refined drow voice.
"I just grew those!" exclaimed a frustrated dryad. "And the wall is half-collapsed now!"
"Then build a stronger wall!" One of the valkyries yelled back.
"This is not a training arena!" A different voice complained.
Selene dismissed her spell that had been spying on the courtyard from far up in Snowmoss tower. "Ashyr is enjoying her free time," Selene told Aster, who had also been watching the spectacle. "I'm surprised they are just banging their weapons together."
"I don't know any Valkyries, but I know that battle is foreplay for an Erinyes," Aster mused. "They'll bed her before too long." She giggled. "Sometime between ten minutes and an hour, I'd say."
Selene grunted. Her crimson eyes moved toward the valley, which was already looking cleaner and more habitable. She waved her hands and zoomed in on a water wheel that was merrily spinning away with the power of a river that fed into the lake. There were still buildings around it that were completely overgrown, but she could see small figures bustling around fixing that problem. Some of the thousand-year-old architecture was so well-built that some of the citizens could move right in after fighting back invading nature even after a thousand years.
"Renovations are going well," Aster commented happily. "It hasn't even been that long!"
"We have such a long way to go; we have barely moved the essentials from the old crater," Selene observed before taking another bite of her meat and vegetable wrap. "And we need to do a lot more work on Risa's permanent portal."
"Do you want me to write that in your itinerary?" Selene's secretary asked her. The very small, slightly timid drow woman with rust-red eyes and underdeveloped curves was one of the few members of Duskhaven Moon who did not seem completely comfortable with the new uniform for that subhouse: a mithral necklace in the shape of a crescent moon and a nude woman dancing. And nothing else. "Is there anything you want me to prioritize in the move?"
"Just Risa for now, Aunnia. As I said, most of my possessions are there. I'm speaking of preparations for the city, which I am not in charge of. I just like to keep an eye on things," Selene told the soft-spoken secretary.
"Speaking of keeping an eye on things!" came the excited voice of Aunnia's catgirl familiar who looked a lot like Aunnia herself but taller, curvier, and with white cat ears and a tail. She wore the same thing as her mistress, except for lacking the necklace. "Lady Althaia is scheduled to take Lord Caleldir out to Nymphgrove later today for his first three days with the nymphs. You wanted to say goodbye before he leaves, right?"
"I thought he would show up eventually if I took my lunch here," Selene said, sounding annoyed. "We still have work to do here!"
"Phivucai told me that Lord Caleldir still is embarrassed about the incubization schedule and would rather stay out of the public eye. He is likely still in his office," Aunnia said sheepishly.
"He prefers it when Lady Aster and the rest of us just suck him off under the desk!" the catgirl said excitedly. "So he can conduct business without people seeing that. It's fun! Right, Lady Aster?"
Aster nodded with a giggle. "I left him in his office a while ago. All the sex is really fun, but I wanted to see how things were going. You should have told me you were looking for him, Selene!"
"I wasn't actively looking until now. Could you take me to him?" Selene asked as she swallowed the last part of her lunch. "Ylene, Thraele, I think you've 'groomed' each other enough for now."
Yelene squirmed out of the other catgirl's grip and stretched languidly. She was enjoying being around her kind again, this time with the freedom to interact with them as she pleased (as long as she wasn't getting in the way or needed to do something else.) Since her main playmate strutted around naked, Ylene chose to forgo clothing as well.
This made Selene the only dressed person there. As always, the aristocratic Duskhaven wore an ornate robe. It used to be decorated in a spider motif, but Selene had adapted the design to suit Elistraee. The collar of her robe was moon-white, which gradually turned purple until it was almost black at the hem. Designs of pale flowers that only bloomed in the moonlight glowed dully around the bottom, creating an abstract portrait of a nighttime glade.
"Let's surprise him!" Aster said with a look of mischief. Then she gathered everyone, embraced them, and ported them and herself directly to Caleldir's office.
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"So, you see, Lord Caleldir, we need to restrict who is allowed to go out in public naked. If both nobles and commoners can freely go unclothed, then how will we be able to tell the difference between them at a glance?"
Caleldir rubbed his forehead. Matron T'rissdril of Maevalzynge was in his office again. It was amusing to him that her daughter Hael'yss (now Trillium the succubus) was currently under the table 'helping incubize' him and the Matron did not know, but still. He did not like dealing with T'rissdril. It was also rather amusing to him that the matron was complaining about nudism becoming too widespread, and he was the only one in the room currently wearing anything. Just a top, but it made him look fully clothed. "I understand that the Ellistraea passion for sacred nudism and the influence of the nymphs is causing everyone to signal their piety by running around naked and that this is clearly a problem, but why are you coming to me about this? This is a Dark Elf internal matter, and Alycyrl is Queen of the Dark Elves."
"But you are going to be High King," T'rissdril insisted. "Our Queen listens to you."
"On some topics," Caleldir said dryly. "Besides, I am not High King yet, and even if I was, this is Dark Elf internal policy. I am not going to meddle in Queen Alycyrl's business."
"If you wish to have an audience with the Queen, I can contact her secretary and schedule an appointment," Phivucai said helpfully. "But I would recommend a similar model be adopted as we in Lesser Duskhaven use. Duskhaven Moon wears only our jewelry, like you yourself, Matron. Duskhaven Silver wears robes that are as revealing as they desire, but must cover genitals and nipples. Duskhaven Steel wears Valkyrie-style armor, and Duskhaven Glass wears a more sacredly revealing version of the surfacer Maid uniform."
"So, you are suggesting that we mandate that only nobles, clergy, and nymphs are allowed to be naked in public, and everyone else has to wear garments suited to their station?" T'rissdril considered the idea. "If so, we will have to talk to the Church about limiting who can take Vows of Sacred Nudity. Once the Queen's oracle affliction became widely known, I think half the young women of the city declared they were going to take those vows."
"Once again, that is not my decision to make," Caleldir fussed. "Go talk to High Priestess Hadlyn."
"I can also get you into contact with her, or make a note for this issue to be brought up next council meeting," Phivucai declared. "But Matron, you are delaying the duties of the High King."
T'rissdril was about to say something else when Aster, Selene, Aunnia, and the two catgirl familiars ported in.
"T'rissdril," Selene stated, looking the nude drow up and down with a haughty, disapproving look. "Lord Caleldir's office hours are over."
"That's right, husband! Would you like me to take you to your next appointment?" Aster chimed in.
"Yes, please. Phivucai? Please get T'rissdril in touch with her queen, then deal with the rest of our business. As you know, I will be off for the next three days."
Phivucai curtsied and hurried the Matron of Maevalzynge out.
"Ugh, isn't Mother so tiresome?" Trillium asked, popping out from under the table. She wiped the cum from her mouth and slowly licked it off of her finger, making eye contact with Caleldir the whole time. "Doesn't she realize that all this noble nudity is going to drive down the prices of her silk?" She gasped. "Or worse! Make her silks something only commoners wear!"
"She is moving into beds, curtains, and armors," Caleldir replied. "Those all use up a lot more silk and were always the bulk of her business. She is also aggressively marketing to the Light Elves - who are not falling for the Dark Elf nudist craze as they are Sunites, not Ellistraeans - and succubi, who like sexy clothing to tease rather than giving everything away immediately. And the Light Elves and succubi have a lot more money than do the Duskhaven refugees. She is also looking at the possibility of trade with Clachleom, as most places there make nudity illegal and their succubus-influenced noble class wants sensual clothing. Your mother is a nuisance, but she is not stupid. I can show you the data on her profit margins. If anything, she is struggling to meet existing demand, though she does not know we know about her supply issues."
"You have always been short-sighted, Trillium," Selene observed.
"I'm not used to trading with people who aren't drow. Well! It's a good thing that I'm not one of them anymore!" Trillium responded happily.
