Drows Dilemma Ep 142 Queen

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.

"It's time to get going," Aster reminded the party gently. "Whoever is still under there, you can stop now. We will be nice to him and let him walk to the nymphs 'in dignity.' He is in no danger of backsliding while in their company."

"If you say so, Aster." Iris popped out from under the table, pouting. The blue-haired succubus bowed slightly to the company and ported away.

Caleldir relaxed a bit, resummoned his pants, and stood up from his desk. "Right. Time for a very strange family reunion. You have an anchor near Nymphgarden, right Aster?"

"I just finished setting up all the anchors you need, Master Husband," Aster reported with a sweetly mischievous smile.

"Thank you Aster," Caleldir said in a pleased tone. "I have a soft spot for Dahlia despite everything, but you are much more helpful than she ever was."

Aster batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously.

"I will say farewell here," Selene announced. She pulled Caleldir by the hand until his body was against hers. Caleldir responded by wrapping his arms gently around her. Then she rose on the balls of her feet and kissed him on the jaw. "Don't lose yourself to the nymphs," she warned.

"I will not," Caleldir said with a sigh. "Having sex with nymphs appears to be the reason my mother created me, so I cannot lose myself while fulfilling the purpose for which I was put here. I just wanted my purpose to be something less... hedonistic than sexing up the most beautiful creatures in the world."

Then Ashyr burst through the door. "Am I too late?" she asked, panting. "I almost forgot you were going to be gone for a few days!"

"We have not left yet," Caleldir noted, pointing at himself. "Though Aster was just about to port me out."

Ashyr strode up to him while the two Valkyries poked her head in the door. The drow gripped his face to pull him down for a kiss that he gladly returned. "Have fun, Caleldir! Don't worry about me; my friends will keep me distracted until you return." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "and then maybe the three of us will pull you into bed with us."

"The valkyries do not like me that way," Caleldir whispered in amusement. "I'm not enough of a warrior for them. Especially not these days."

"I don't think they'll be opposed to playing with you if I'm there. Though they might view you as nothing more than a sex toy that just so happens to be handy." Ashyr shrugged. "We'll see."

"You having your friends ravish me 'against my will' is a deep fetish of mine I blame you for," Caleldir chuckled. "So... I guess keep that in mind." He gave her another squeeze, then stepped away. "Aster? Shall we go meet with Althaia now?" Aster nodded, laced her fingers with his, and teleported.

Aster and Caleldir found themselves next to a small, beautifully craggy hill with a waterfall flowing out near the top into a lovely pool of crystal-clear water. All around was thick moss and a dizzying array of flowers arranged in a way that dazzled the senses.

"This was all flat, overgrown forest when I put my anchor in..." Aster whispered in wonder.

"There is a home behind the waterfall," Althaia's musical voice came from behind them. Caleldir turned towards her. The nymph paladin was still in her simple white gown, and the smile on her face was at once radiantly happy and a bit sheepish. Her eyes were a shade of pink that Caleldir had not seen from her before. "Our deep knowledge of the natural world and the endless wealth of technique that the mortal Aelsunites have brought with them will make Nymphgarden a truly wonderful city. I hope that you have a lovely time here."

"It is certainly beautiful. Is all your architecture going to be indistinguishable from the natural world?" Caleldir asked, still marveling at the pool.

"Most of it," Althaia nodded. "Or at least, most of what visitors will see. We will sing living stone, wood, and water into the shapes that we need. The homes we are constructing are a bit more conventional on the inside, though except for the major meeting areas such as the market, the temple, and the palace all of our buildings will be almost hidden from the outside."

Caleldir took a deep breath, blushing as he looked towards Althaia, who met his eyes, then blushed as well.

The nymph looked down at the moss and fidgeted a bit. "I... I am sorry," she said finally. "I am sorry that we are making you go through all this. I know you dislike the incubization process and dislike being bred out to most of the nymph race. I feel deeply guilty that, even though I know it hurts you, I still feel excited that we can finally begin creating the new Nymphs."

"You do not need to be sorry," Caleldir said with a sheepish smile of his own. "I have come to terms that my mother, the first of the Nylameia, created me for this, even if my father tried to push me in another direction. And I really, really cannot be angry with you, Althaia. You are too... good, despite your, well, your nymphomania."

"Nymphomania..." Althaia wryly mused. "Excessive sexual appetite is named after my kind and not the succubi. But... but it has been months since I have allowed myself to partake in sex. Months since I have allowed myself to walk unclad, excepting only the council we all attended. It has been my penance for my selfishness and lack of self-control."

Aster gave the nymph a shocked look. "Poor 'Thaia. You shouldn't feel so guilty." She brightened. "It seems to me your penance has been served. We can all celebrate now! Anyway, of course it's named after you, cousin. We succubi are known for much more than wanting lots of sex. When I think of a nymph I just think of... nature and sex."

"We are avatars of beauty itself," Althaia sniffed. "I want us to be thought of as the most beautiful creatures in the universe. Not just as horny females. But... uh..." She let out a long breath. "Nymphs - who survive off of beauty - love sex even more than succubi who require it to live. Our reputation is justified. We are all fucking horny."

"It's one of the better things to be known for," Aster said in a comforting voice. She took Althaia by the hand. "I was taught that many cultures despise and will kill a succubus on sight for being a demon. There's nowhere near that amount of negativity towards nymphs. And, with the wisdom that my mother has taught me and Caleldir's genetics, we can cultivate your reputation into something more."

Althaia relaxed into Aster's touch, gripping the succubus's hands in turn. "You are right, of course. You are wise beyond your years, Aster."

"It's just good genetics and upbringing," Aster responded modestly.

The nymph turned to Caleldir, giving him a brilliant smile. Letting go of Aster's hands, she flowed towards him. "Dear Caleldir," she began in a musical tone. "Are... are you sure you are okay with this?"

Caleldir chuckled and pulled her into an embrace. "If I was not, would you call it off?"

Althaia slumped in his arms. "I cannot," she said with regret. "I am duty-bound."

"And I would not have it any other way," Caleldir said gently. "Your duty is to your people and your goddess, after all. And my duty is to my mother and father. Since my mother has won the conflict between them, I am duty-bound to follow her will."

Since Althaia was the same height, Caleldir only had to lean forward a little to lay a kiss on her jaw beneath her ear. "Besides," he whispered. "Our duty could be something much, much worse than simply enjoying time with nymphs."

Althaia giggled, and fiercely returned his embrace. "I never thought of myself as being one to enjoy the more dominant position sexually until I met you," she admitted to him. "You are just too precious. Something about you just makes me want to play with you." Caleldir pouted, which drew another giggle from the nymph. "So, do you want me to ravish you for old time's sake?"

"I certainly would not mind wandering into a lovely meadow and being jumped by an even lovelier nymph," Caleldir replied. "But do you have the time for that?"

"We have three days," Althaia said happily, her eyes shining rose gold. She turned to Aster. "Should I jump your master right now, or should I disappear into the forest and ambush him?"

"That does sound like a fun game!" Aster agreed. "As long as you feel that that's a good reintroduction to sex."

"My favorite thing to do during my hedonist phase was to seduce couples," Athaia admitted sheepishly. "But helping a succubus ravish her half-unwilling, grouchy, but twitchy and moaning warlock when said warlock naively wanders into my softly irresistible clutches is another fantasy of mine."

"That is a very specific fetish," Caleldir dryly observed.

"It is specifically tailored to you, my love," Aster told him with a soft smile. Althaia's blush confirmed Aster's observation. "So, let us go walking in the forest, Warlock Master Caleldir." She winked at Althaia. "This seems like a lovely place for... walking."

"Yes... walking..." Althaia smiled. Her expression became a bit more strained, and she took a deep breath. "Caleldir, are... are you sure that..."

Caleldir sighed in turn, shaking his head. "Althaia, I have been in the company of drow, succubi, and rusalka. Of those, the race composed of fiends is the gentlest, and they don't believe rape can be wrong when they do it. I know that getting in touch with other paladins and the main Church of Aelsuna as well as your own kind nature has made you feel extremely guilty for your behavior, but you do not need to worry. If you embrace the most extreme fetishes you are capable of and pretend to rape me in the most violent way you can: in comparison to my usual company these days you are delightfully vanilla. So go wild, embrace your desires, and be as extreme as you want."