Drow's Dilemma Ep. 147: Outpost

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 147: Outpost

The fight between Varyndaevyrress and Abanonda Blackdawn in front of the Blackdawn Elite was something to behold. The dragon had intentionally brought herself down to being the physical equal of the dark elf, but it very quickly became obvious that she was the superior in skill. The two traded blows from their soul-conjured blades with such speed and ferocity that shockwaves rippled out from them across the cavern. Ceuphaera the Fallen Solar put a bubble of protection around herself, as did Matron Blackdawn and her most powerful lieutenants. The rest hid behind the stones of the cavern, peeking out when they thought it was safe.

Neither dragon nor dark elf traveled much at first. They bobbed, weaved, struck, dodged, blocked, kicked, swept, leaped, and danced, but for the first very, very long minute they traded blows without moving away from their original spots. The change came when Abanonda managed to catch Varyndaevyrress off balance and flip her over, only for the dragoness to reveal that she had never actually been off balance. She returned the flip by carrying it over in a full somersault and leveraging Abanonda's own energy to hurl her into the ceiling. After that, the fight was much more agile. Leery of getting close to the nymph-shaped dragon again, Abanonda started firing off energy balls and magic missiles of various types. She especially focused on electric energy attacks, knowing that acid was useless and the ancient-beyond-ancient wyrm had massive resistance to heart and chill.

For what it was worth, one lightning bolt did hit Varyndaevyrress and leave a scorch mark on her shoulder. The dragon-nymph just laughed at it, though, and cast some magic on herself to increase her speed, blurring towards Abanonda. The dark elf managed to leap up and grasp onto the ceiling with Spider Climb just before the earth underneath her turned to mud then back to stone in the attempt to catch her in place.

"You are beautiful and skilled, Abanonda," the dragon said gleefully. "But you cannot win this. Even though I have limited my physical and magical power to be no more than your own, I am still older, wiser, more cunning, and much more experienced. You will be mine, precious warrior. Bound to me, I will keep you in top shape, an ornament to my greatness."

Abanonda caught her breath, still clinging to the roof of the cavern. "There is no reasoning with you, is there?" she asked, panting. "I am not going to surrender."

"My darling, I do not want you to surrender," Varyndaevyrress exulted. "I want you to fight me. I want to watch your glorious musculature move smooth and sleek under that perfect obsidian steel flesh of yours. I want to watch as your breasts heave up and down with each deep, controlled breath, and see them jiggle as you leap and strike. I want to see the shimmer of sweat on your skin, beads of moisture running down your forehead as your wondrous eyes of liquid moonlight dart around in that perceptive way."

Abanonda grimaced. The dragon-nymph was undeniably gorgeous, but her sudden sexuality was still disturbing. "You have changed a lot since we last fought."

The dragon grinned. "Obviously."

Varyndaevyrress launched herself at the dark elf, jumping off of the air itself through some esoteric martial art. Abanonda let herself fall from the roof and attempted to keep her distance and continue to launch magical projectiles, but the nymph-shaped dragon blocked them all with nothing more than sheer martial skill. Abanonda gritted her teeth; she had never met anyone as skilled as Varyndaevyrress. And this was when she had intentionally given herself a prodigious handicap.

"You are impressive, and this battle is an amazing adrenaline rush," Varyndaevyrress said as she launched another wave of lightning-fast strikes, hemming Abanonda ever more into the corner. "But I hear my other servants drawing near. It is time to end this, my darling."

"As long as I can still stand, it is not over!" Abanonda declared, though by this point the declaration lacked any real conviction.

"I am not so savage as to break your legs," the dragon said cheerily. With a move so fast that she was a blur even to the most skilled of the Blackdawn audience, the Green-eyed woman struck nerve points with her fingers, and Abanonda dropped down. Varyndaevyrress did not let her hit the ground, instead catching her in an embrace.

Matron Ilivarrra tightened her fists.

"We never agreed to surrender when you defeated our champion," she said in a low voice.

"I know," the Green Dragon said pleasantly. "I am a creature of Law even more than you. I know what is stated, and what is merely implied without intention of going through." She nodded at Ceuphaera, who released the seal she had put on her mistress. Varyndaevyrress's crushing power once more filled the cavern. "But, I ask you, Blackdawn, do you think you can take me all together?"

Gently putting Abanonda down, the dragoness slipped into another stance and gestured for Blackdawn to attack.

Several Blackdawn warriors twitched as if to take her up on her challenge, but Matron Ilivarrra held up a hand to gesture them to stay. "Somehow, you have achieved the power of a Goddess. It is clear that we cannot beat you, dragon. Now, what do you want from us?"

Varyndaevyrress laughed once more. "I already told you. I am testing House Duskhaven. If they pass, I will submit to them. If they fail, I will destroy them unless they submit to me. You are one of House Duskhaven's allies, and would come to their aid."

The Matron let out a long breath. "Rather than destroying us, then, would an oath of temporary neutrality satisfy you, dragon? Or are you here also to despoil us? You have to know that we are a very wealthy House."

The too-large green eyes grew even larger. "I should take offense at your insult, but I know my kind. I am not here for your gold. Although... I never say no to a modest tribute of emeralds, jade, or other green jewels. But it is not your wealth I seek. It is your beauty. Your submission."

"House Blackdawn has stood for thousands of years against gods and curses and never surrendered." The Matron sighed once more, rubbing her forehead. She looked over her warriors. "But... I know when we are overmatched. If you swear to halt your advance, we will swear to stay underground and uninvolved until this 'test' is over."

The dragon's smile was wide and toothy. "Well-"

A succubus and a pixie joined the dragon and the fallen solar. Varyndaevyrress fell silent, turning to her allies.

"Oh! Everyone is still alive! How lovely!" the pixie said cheerily.

"The Bouquet Domination will no longer interfere!" the succubus declared proudly. "And wonder of wonders! I now have enough succubus energy to give all my captured essences levels in the Monster Girl racial class!"

"Why do you call pseudo-succubized creatures monster girls?" Ceuphaera complained. "And why do you want to turn practically everything into oversexualized females? Also, racial class?"

"I am Vilinixia Violetcrown: the Empress of Souls, and I like sexy girls!" the succubus boasted, puffing up her substantial chest. "Like all those lovely ladies over there! Amazing! They are halfway to being proper Monster Girls already! But through strange breeding, not by directly giving them levels in the proper racial classes. So inelegant!" She squinted at them, then whistled. "They are all very high level. Lots of HP and DR. But my staff can bypass their spell resistance. Oh! Nice. They all have Paladin levels! Good thing we deactivated those class features, or I might have trouble with their Divine Grace class feature! That level of charisma added to all saves is no joke."

"What is this?" Matron Ilivarrra said in annoyance and confusion.

"A crazy genius subordinate of mine," Varyndaevyrress said with a smile. "Her advice on how to achieve perfection by exploiting the meta-real rules of our world has been of utmost use to me."

"They would be far better if I gave them Monster Girl racial levels!" the Empress of Souls declared cheerily. "Let me take them all!"

"We... we were negotiating a deal!" the Matron cried out.

"We never agreed on it, though," the dragon-nymph said, still grinning toothily. "Anyway, we won't hurt you. Just... make you ours."

The Empress of Souls raised her staff high. "Prepare, Blackdawn! You will be my most elite force in my Mistress's new world!"

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Another black flurry of birds took towards the sky, startled by the strange and massive spiders whose only apparent goal was Forward. The crows -- for that was what now flew overhead -- scolded the interloping mechanism while they made their way inland towards quieter trees. The noise of the cursing died down, leaving the surprisingly quiet ka-thunka-thunk of the spider-tanks' legs racing over ancient, mostly destroyed road. To the left were the sounds of crashing waves where the frigid ocean hit the smooth gravel. Ahead and to the right, mountains loomed high above, spilling great needled trees down into the foothills that the spiders ran alongside.

"That mountain right there, they said," Ashyr yelled to the other tank while pointing at the tallest mountain they could see from there. It was so tall that trees did not grow on its snow-capped peak. Its highest point disappeared into the clouds.

Caleldir squinted out of the tank window, looking up at the hidden heights. He lifted the communicator to his mouth instead of yelling, as Ashyr had. "Use your communicator, Ashyr. It will allow all of us to talk." He drew a deep breath. "Well, it certainly looks like a perfect spot for a Valkyrie Eyrie. It will be difficult to get up there, though. At least it will for those of us who can't fly."

"I can fly!" Ishtar declared. The mutated maid shuddered and sprouted a set of feathered wings.

"I see our absent archmage did even more work on you since last time," Caleldir observed. "For those of you who can't see Ishtar, she just popped out some surprise wings. Anyway, I can fly psionically, though not very quickly or for very long so I will just make myself light and have Aster carry me."

"Flight magic still works," Phivucai Moon declared. "We can all fly up with spells."

That would leave the tanks undefended," Caleldir replied, brow furrowing. He turned to Ashyr again. "Well, these valkyries are more your friends than any of ours. Who should we bring on our first trip up?"

"Myself, all the Steel, and Aster so we can send messages down quickly," Ashyr decided confidently.

"I can send messages down too," Selene said with a raised eyebrow.

"Aster gets along with everyone," Ashyr countered. "And do you really wish to go all the way up there if there's a chance they'll just send you back down?"

Selene sighed and grumbled.

"That's alright with you, right, Aster?" Ashyr asked.

"It is. I can help the rest of Steel fly with magic and by carrying them. But it looks like we have quite a while to relax before we have to get everyone going." Aster squinted at the mountain. "A couple of hours at least, since we're still barely above sea level and that is well above."

"I can cast a flight spell on each of the Steel warriors as well," Phivucai added. "Frankly, most of my magic was in conjuration, and that does not work right now. All I really have left is flight, some magic missiles, and lots of kinky spells Caleldir won't let me use. Save your magic in case you need to get them back in a hurry, Mistress Aster."

"So, we will leave me, Selene, Ylene, Ishtar, Phivucai, and Haeshi to protect the tanks, and Ashyr, Aster, and the four Steel will fly up," Caleldir decided. "Any objections?"

"My objection is that you haven't fucked any of us this entire trip or even let us minister to you!" Ishtar fussed. "Whatever happened to incubizing you?"

"That is not a relevant objection," Caleldir replied with a sigh. "And not a new one either, as you keep pestering me. As you know, I have not been in the mood after Dahlia was taken. I think some of my libido was taken with her. It's only been three days anyway, and we have been riding nonstop!"

"Three days. When was the last time you went three whole days without sex?" Selene said in a mildly annoyed tone over the communicator. "We can remedy this while we wait for Ashyr and the rest."

"Oh please let me join!" Ishtar said in the tone of a denied nymphomaniac. "He's been like this the whole time! Rejecting all four of us attendants, and even poor sweet Aster! Without you around to make him behave, Mistress Selene, he is quite unmanageable!"

Aster shifted uncomfortably but did not say anything.

"It is very frustrating," Haeshi added. "I am an expert seductress, but this light elf male seems to be downright racist towards lovely drow like us."

"Hah," Selene responded sarcastically.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everyone knows I have no tolerance for drow and am not attracted to them," Caleldir said in a tired tone. "I said, ever since Dahlia was taken, I have been unable to get it up! And I have been driving this tank every moment I was not asleep."

"Because you don't want to get it up!" Phivucai Moon said sullenly. "Between Aster and I, we could give a literal corpse an erection. And you are not a corpse anymore, ex-Ghost King. Besides, everyone in here except Vicora can drive the tank. It does not have to be you. I swear if we were in our quarters at home where we don't have to be subservient to this fucking monk..."

"It is about discipline!" Vicora stated imperiously. "Master is denying us to teach us self-control! Really, three days is not all that long. You three are just whiners."

"Well, I think that three days is quite long enough, and I have authority," Selene said. "But you ladies need to wait your turn."

Aster frowned, catching herself just short of sliding her fingers between the folds of her sex.

"Just have sex with each other if you all are so horny!" Ashyr laughed. "Sounds like you can use some team bonding exercises!"

The party bantered with each other while the tanks scurried up the mountain as far as they could go. Finally, they had to slow the tanks to a stop before the snow got so deep that the legs of the machinery couldn't pull themselves out. The party settled next to a copse of trees and several figures flew out and up.

"You alright, Aster?" Ashyr yelled over to the pensive young succubus. "Do we need to find a place to let off some steam before meeting the valkyries?"

"No. I would rather we just talk to them so we can all be together again," Aster replied over the wind.

It wasn't a good situation to press the issue; there was so much wind that communication was difficult even when they were yelling. The drow ranger sped up, flanked by the other drow and Aster as they entered the misty cloud that capped the mountain.

"Halt!" a contralto voice called out to them sometime later.

Ashyr sighed with relief; she wasn't sure she could have found the Valkyries without one of them showing her the way. The clouds were so dense...

"I am Ashyr, Matron of House Duskhaven and friend of the valkyries Hlara the Redspear

and Friava Deathdancer!" Ashyr responded, yelling towards the mysterious voice.

Those seemed to be the right words, as a smiling valkyrie emerged from the haze. "Hail, Ashyr, Matron of Duskhaven! And party!" she greeted them. "We were wondering when we would see you after we noticed the dimension lock! Do you know what's going on?"

"Can we go to your encampment? We can talk this over and ask about the rest of the party back there," Ashyr suggested.

"We noticed them. We have some warriors hidden in the area. I will send a girl to summon them," the valkyrie said.

"Those warriors are getting quite the show then, I imagine," Ashyr chuckled as they began flying again.

"Your male is very busy," the feather-winged woman observed.

"Very busy," Ashyr agreed with a laugh.

"Go to the other tank. I will call you by communicator when you are needed," Selene said, shooing the other drow (and Ishtar) out of the spider-tank Caleldir occupied. She straddled Caleldir's lap while they sullenly filed out, her fingers slipping right through his illusory tunic to caress his lightly muscled torso. She seemed to want to wait until they were alone before she did anything more. Well, alone except for Ylene, who curled up on a vacant couch and looked as if she was asleep.

Caleldir sighed, returning Selene's caresses absently. "I'm sorry, Selene," he began softly. "I like my attendants, but I am serious. Ever since Dahlia was sealed, I have difficulty even thinking of erotic things, and the prospect of sex is distasteful to me. I think that she was boosting my libido in order to incubize me, and once she was sealed my libido was sealed with her. I... don't know what to do. I feel like the near-monk I was before our first time together, but even more so."

"Even then you did not find the erotic distasteful... only enticingly forbidden. Your body was hard and so very willing while I took you that first time," Selene reminded him. She leaned into his body, her suddenly bare chest going through his fake clothing and touching his skin, which turned off the rune as normal. But, aside from the skinship, her embrace was more affectionate than sexually forward.

Caleldir decided to change the topic. "My rune-conjured clothing is made up of illusion magic, alteration magic, and conjuration magic," he said distractedly. "Conjuration was shut down, of course, so my clothing no longer stops people from touching my skin directly." He sighed again, giving Selene a squeeze. "You are right. Finding the erotic distasteful as I do now is outright new to me. Dahlia's connection with me being severed like that seems to have left a gaping hole in my soul. I... I know she is a bitch, to put it mildly, but I miss her much more than I thought I would. I liked her, despite her many, many, many flaws."

He laughed. "Actually, a lot of her flaws are similar to your flaws, Selene. Do not take this the wrong way, but I became fond of her for those flaws in part because she reminded me of a succubus version of you."

"That's ridiculous. Dahlia and I are extremely different people," Selene scoffed. "The only thing we have in common is we're sexually dominant and extremely sexy, which is default in both our cultures." She leaned back to glare at him. "Are you saying we're the same because both of us forced you and then stuck around after?"

Selene's indignation drew another laugh from Caleldir. "You are both domineering, rapacious, forceful but gentle with me, reluctantly affectionate, ambitious, and proud in your own ways... but yeah. It is mostly that our relationships started with you ravishing me then staying."

"Dahlia? Reluctantly affectionate? Are we observing the same succubus?" Selene said, shifting back on his lap more. "If you want to compare her to someone, compare her to Ashyr. An annoyingly ambitious Ashyr: mischievous, a bit brash, teasing. I have the restraint, dignity, wisdom, and focus that they only wish they had."

"Reluctantly affectionate at the beginning, and for quite a time afterward," Caleldir tried to explain. "You were always cold, she was always warm, but she was still very closed off for a long time. Refused to take any of my own declarations of affection as anything deeper than the typical succubus obsession charmed mortals tend towards." He let out another long breath, relaxing into his seat, his expression becoming more and more tired as some of the tension flowed out. He smiled wanly. "But... I can see the Ashyr resemblance too. She does share Ashyr's fondness for getting me into bed with everyone."