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 143: Nymph Palace
Althaia directed the flowing ship of darkly scarlet dahlia and brilliantly pink aster flowers deeper into Nymphgarden. Soon, they came to where the built-up portions of the city began. Nymphen architecture was still being developed, but was heavily based on a mixture of Light Elven, Dark Elven/Drow, and Succubus styles; those were the architects training the nymphs, who had never really had any formal architecture of their own.
Of the styles their stonework was drawn from, Aelsunite Light Elven was the biggest influence, though the nymphs overemphasized the incorporation of nature into the design so much so that the place seemed almost more like a complex of strangely preserved ruins than it did any regular city. The layout of the nascent capital was complex, irregular, and maze-like, with walls, domes, floors, and columns of multihued marble and a dizzying array of other types of stone shot through with veins of precious ores and clusters of uncut gems scattered haphazardly around like they had grown there according to principles of nature rather than having been put in any specific place.
Pools, streams, rivulets, springs, and an uncountable number of waterfalls mixed with great trees and truly massive flowers and mushrooms growing out of the nymphen constructions (when the nymphen architecture did not seem as if it was growing out of them). Colorful birds and jewel-like insects of every size and variety from peacocks and hummingbirds to butterflies and dragonflies sang and darted and hummed through the open-roofed halls and half-enclosed caverns. There were statues of every type of nymph in a variety of poses, from swimming nereids to dancing dryads and sword-wielding lampads. As well as the statuary, there was a variety of murals and carved reliefs depicting scenes from nymph and Aelsunite history.
Even the scent of the air was an intricate tapestry expertly cultivated from nature. The earthen richness of the mushrooms mingled wonderfully with flowers that smelled impossibly sweet. Despite the multitude of waterfalls, the air had the perfect level of healing humidity. Occasionally, a dry breeze from some nearby kitchen carried rich spices that caressed the skin and gave a wonderful contrast of scents.
As they traveled, the group picked up a following of nymphs and pixies who darted half-hidden from alcove to nook, giggling and singing.
Caleldir found the trip to be a few steps past merely overwhelming with an amazing amount of mind-melting beauty everywhere he looked. He was unable to give any of it the attention it deserved while his giggling familiars - high off of the soul energy produced by all of the artwork around them - continued playing with his body in all the ways that succubi were known for.
The strange carriage came to a particularly magnificent building that looked almost like a half-ruined cathedral of immense size. With carpets of moss and curtains of flowering vines, streams flowing through the walls, and many of the bottom halls underwater, it seemed like an ancient structure long reclaimed by the wilds.
The great hall of the palace had a roof of leaves and stone arches lit by a setting sun streaming through a magnificent stained-glass depiction of a nude fire-haired woman dancing with a star. A fifty-foot tall marble statue of a dancing nymph dominated the far side of the structure, looking real enough to pirouette down the stairs and across the deep moss, many-hued blossoms, and slightly glowing waters of the floor.
Many, many nymphs had congregated in the palace, some singing, some dancing, some laying across beds of moss and flowers, others swimming, diving, or bathing, and still others intertwined with each other, adding breathy moans to the louder music of nymph and birdsong and the ever-present laughter of flowing and falling waters. A smaller number of 'mortal' Priestesses and Cultists of Beauty were scattered through the nymphen court, mostly elves and half-elves but also a few humans, halflings, dwarves, a single gnome, a few exotic monster women, and even the world's loveliest half-orc.
It was in the center of this cavernous chamber that Althaia stopped the flower boat. "Daughters of Beauty!" the nymph queen called out grandly as she stepped down from her moving throne of flowering vines. "Rejoice! For this day we begin the restoration of the Nylameia! I am already pregnant with the first three Nymphen Nylameia to be conceived after Astellodia's betrayal! With the seed of the Second Son of the Great Mother, we can restore our once great race to our rightful position as mistresses of this world, and recreate greater than ever the most beautiful civilization that has ever existed, and allowing our most gorgeous and worshipful patron Goddess Aelsuna to finally take physical form on this plane. And all you have to do to be part of founding this lovely legacy is to have sex with our esteemed uncle here to your hearts' content!"
While Althaia spoke, Caleldir's familiars rearranged themselves to frame their master for all in the chamber to see. They moved from fondling him (and each other) for their own pleasure to moving their hands to highlight every perfect part of him. Aster smiled sweetly and acted as if she was showing off a piece of precious art. Dahlia, however, had the air of an auctioneer proudly beginning the bid for her prized stud.
The nymphkin who followed behind drew closer. Their eyes went from Caleldir to their queen, waiting for the moment they were set free upon Caleldir's body. A couple of pixies and fairies landed, becoming bigger as their feet touched the soft moss.
Looking over the assembly, Caleldir took a long breath. Even though by all rights, he should be used to this sort of thing by now, it was still rather intimidating to be ogled by such an assembly. It did not help that the location and the nymphs gathered were so lovely as to give even him a minor headache. It was easiest to look at Althaia, whose aura he was more used to, or the Priestesses of Beauty, who, while supernaturally beautiful, were not quite as inconceivably gorgeous as the nymph congregation here in the heart of their domain. So, he fixed his eyes on Althaia herself.
The nymph queen gave Caleldir a reassuring, slightly apologetic smile, then resumed her speech. "Now, ladies, remember not to get carried away. Caius here has been brought to us by Astellodia to restore the Nylameia, but he is here with extreme reservations and reluctance. Be gentle and understanding with him. He does like forceful women, but there is a limit. Be sure to listen to the Priestesses when they tell you to restrain yourselves." She took a long breath and gestured towards Nerira, the High Priestess of Aelsuna who had come with Princess Ravayra to the council. "After the High Priestess offers thanks to our Gorgeous Goddess and the Great Mother, we shall begin."
High Priestess Nerira stepped up and led the congregation in a prayer and a short song. When she finished the song, the audience waited with bated breath for her to declare the beginning of the ceremony. The fire-haired elf-nymph smiled. "As a last declaration before we start the Ritual of Renewal, our Gorgeous Goddess wishes for me to tell Her faithful priestesses and cultists that having relations and bearing children from Her beloved brother Caius is not in violation of any of our vows." The Aelsunites audibly gasped and looked towards Caleldir with new hunger. The High Priestess spread forth her arms to the sky, the light of the setting sun illuminating her through the stained glass. "Let the Ritual of Renewal begin!"
This was met by a musical combination of cheers and giggles. The succubi braced themselves and Caleldir as the wave of gentle feminine beauty crashed over them. The combination of nymphs and fairies that currently surrounded Caleldir encouraged him to participate, which he did willingly, though he was too overwhelmed to do much. The only difference between this and his previous orgy experience was the lack of bondage gear; he was so surrounded by women that movement was near impossible.
