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 146: Desperation
"I'm sure that he would make a good succubus, Jasmine, but we simply can't afford to expand," Dahlia repeated with a tired sigh. She shifted in her 'throne' of pillows and blankets at the back of the orgy room. "As it is, we're struggling with the influx of candidates from Clachleom."
Jasmine turned to look out at the moaning piles of people scattered across the richly decorated room. "But he's going to start getting old soon," she complained. "We'll lose his artistic talent! The sculptures he makes, Dahlia!"
"You will have to mark his soul and store it for later if you want to keep him. -Yes, I know he'll have to go through the imp process, but if I approve of every infatuation-"
"But Dahlia, you let everyone else bring in their favorites as well as their secondaries AND tertiaries! This person is important too!" Jasmine argued stubbornly. "If he turns imp, he will be immature! He won't be able to go back to his workshop to continue his Art until long after someone destroys it! I couldn't have long conversations with him on the merits of-"
"If you had brought him in a month ago, I would have approved. I know it's not fair, but we need to be wiser about our expansion going forward. Part of that is putting a halt on conversions until our current ones acclimate," Dahlia explained in that strained tone of a woman who has had to explain this dozens of times.
"I suppose I could use an assistant," Magnolia sniffed. "He is good, though not as good as I was when I was human. Much less of an asshole, though." The sadistic succubus smiled, showing her fangs. "But I was turned into an Imp and had to slowly gather power. This man can as well."
"I am pretty sure we turned you into an imp precisely because you were such an asshole," Lilac observed. "I agree with Dahlia, though. We have enough members for now. But... we can just put him into Stasis. Risa might be willing to help."
Just then, a portal opened up just in front of Dahlia's throne, and a twelve-foot tall succubus with sickeningly purple skin stepped out. Rudely - she did not take off her garments for the boudoir - still wearing what amounted to spiky dominatrix lingerie and carrying a large staff with an orb radiating power.
"Impressive," she said in a velvety voice. "It has been five thousand years since my kind has had such a major presence on the Material Plane. The way they are turning mortals into succubi in such numbers with such ease is truly beautiful, though they seem to have lost the art of creating monster girls, which is sad. All succubi, none of our best servants? Inelegant and inefficient. Top heavy, like breasts three times their head size above a concave butt. But what can one expect after so long?"
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Dahlia asked in cold anger. She might have been more polite and playful, but there was an aura to this succubus that made her immediately on edge.
"She asks us what we are doing here," the woman observed. "I suppose we should stop talking to ourselves and answer." The large succubus gave a curtsey. "Greetings, Queen Dahlia. You see before you Vilinixia Violetcrown: the only Succubus Empress in the history of Niutitana. Five thousand years ago, we commanded one hundred and eight Dominations of Succubi made up of Seductions and Temptations uncounted with more than thirteen million succubi citizens. Our retainers were more than a half-billion succubized monsters and constructs, with much more than three billion mortal subjects. Ah! The orgies we had I fear the world will never again see their like. But, in the end, we were brought low and sealed. Rejoice, though! We have returned! And now, we demand your compliance, and later once we are established, your loyalty. Though not for us, but for our Mistress: the greatest of all dragons, the wondrous, the beautiful, the unmatched, the perfect, the Emerald Nymph, the magnificent Varyndaevyrress."
"Your chance has already been spent, Vilinixia. My Master and I - and all the goddesses and demi goddesses that surround us - will rule our society in a way that makes us immune to being sealed," Dahlia said in a haughty tone.
But in her mind, she was starting to become very alarmed. She remembered a story of a grand succubus empress. -Caleldir! The Empress of Souls is-
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"-And it took her completely by surprise!" Ashyr finished her story to the people around the breakfast table. It was situated in the revitalized part of the ruins above Dahlia's seduction. Its large windows allowed a gorgeous view of the courtyard, which the nymphs had turned into a garden more beautiful than any mortal could manage.
"You have definitely been improving under their tutelage," Caleldir observed, reaching past the naked pink woman on his lap to grab another bite of food.
Aster giggled and rested her head on Caleldir's shoulder. It was her turn for 'succubus duty.' These days, she had become proficient in sitting still while pulsing the muscles of her womanhood to stimulate him. She was doing this almost unconsciously while listening to Ashyr tell yet another story about her friends.
"It seems like you really miss the Valkyries," the young succubus observed. "It's too bad they had to leave so early to report up north."
"If they had stayed a bit longer, I might have been able to get the jump on them on purpose!" Ashyr agreed.
"But they were distracting you from your duties," Selene grumbled. "There were once three days straight where I didn't see you - except for a moment when they hurled you across the courtyard and past my window while I was feeding Iondae. I'm shocked that you're still pregnant."
"The baby and I were protected with multiple layers of magic, Selene," Ashyr reminded her in an amused tone. "But thank you for your concern- did you hear that?"
The table went quiet. Ashyr's ears twitched. "It sounds like... Tsabdrin?"
"I don't-" Selene began to say before her eyes widened with recognition. "What's he doing here?"
"I do not sense his nymphs..." Caleldir said with worry.
Ashyr stood and hurried to the window. There in the courtyard was a haggard-looking Tsabdrin astride one of his allosaurs. The big lizards hung their heads and breathed heavily, fatigued near the point of collapse. Ashyr went very serious. "Something's wrong."
She pushed open the window and casually jumped through it, though it was far too high to land safely. Not that it mattered; Ashyr's boots sprouted little wings and she flew straight to Tsabdrin. As soon as her feet touched the ground she began to run up to her stressed cousin.
"She took them. She took them all. Cieraela-" Tsabdrin panted. But then his blue eyes became vague and he listed to the side.
