Drow's Dilemma Ep. 154: Godsmoot

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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Godsmoot

Ceuphaera planeshifted Caleldir, Althaia, Aster, Dahlia, Vilinixia, and Varynae. Caleldir had read a lot about the Astral Plane, of course, but had never been there himself. The timeless space between space was an eerie place, oddly silent on a metaphysical level. It felt like a place that was not.

While the sky above was a fantastic view into deep space with stars and nebula glittering off in the distance, there was ground underneath them. It seemed like a ruined temple, like Althaia's nymphen palace, but more desolate. The structure was much more decayed and the creeping plant life was quite subdued and comparatively unobtrusive. It was still eerily lovely, though.

[Welcome, my son,] a breathy voice whispered around the party. [And welcome to his lovers. We are disappointed that none of Our favored daughters are with you, but that hardly dulls the brilliance of Our happiness to see you.]

Caleldir looked around, gulping. He moved his hands over his crotch. "Mother?"

[Yes, My youngest son], the voice breathed around them. A ghostly shroud in the shape of a woman appeared just on the edge of their visions. If looked at directly, nothing would be there. [I am Archfey Astellodia, Mother of the Nylameia, Queen of the Banshees, the Creator and Mistress of Niutitania, Goddess of Revenge, Despair, and Sorrow.]

Aelsuna, looking even more divinely gorgeous than even a demigod could conceive, stood elegantly to the side. Her pure white garments flowed around her, though the air was still. Her beauty was difficult to look at directly even for Caleldir, who could not get a proper mental image of her absolute perfection. Like with the sun to ordinary eyes, looking at Aelsuna was blinding. Althaia bowed her head reverently. "We should have thought to bring one of Yours, mother," the Goddess of Beauty said apologetically. "There was not one among us."

"Then what's happened to Mirjana?" Aster asked in a worried tone. "Did you not apprehend her, Lady Violetcrown?"

"No. I did not tangle with any of the rusalka," Vilinixia said pleasantly. The Empress of Souls had her hands on her hips and was looking around with interest. "Your mother is almost as big as my father, Master Caleldir."

"I am not your master yet," Caleldir said in a perfunctory tone. "Where is Mirjana?"

[The Rusalkan Queen is stewing in frustration on the shore of the sea,] Astellodia's breathy whispers echoed. [After this meeting, you will bring her and four others of her kind to Me, My son, so that I may make them into My Clerics and Proper Instruments of My Will.]

"And so mom can watch them fuck you in person!" Lilith teased, appearing on a broken pillar that suddenly looked very phallic. The First Succubus in Her true form was devastating to behold, and the other succubi in the group immediately felt their lusts intensify to an almost debilitating degree. Lilith had long snowy white hair, eyes of glowing blood, and skin that was a very lewd shade of red-pink. Her bat-like wings, spade-tipped tail, and oversized horns were all the black of deep space with glittering stars in their depths. Her 'outfit' of red leather and spikes was far lewder than mere nudity. "You know mother loved watching you being ravished by the rusalka? After the nymph and succubus orgies of hundreds of sexy bitches all aiming for your pulsing cock, mom has been plotting how to get you in a much bigger nest of her favorite daughters, little bro."

"So crass..." Aelsuna muttered, annoyed.

"I would prefer not to let that sort of thing happen," Ceuphaera said sternly. "Old Magolben does not approve."

"Indeed I do not," Magolben appeared. Taller than before, his pale, jagged, vaguely elven appearance was otherwise unchanged. His blank white eyes stared unblinking. He dressed in dented armor and a ragged cloak streaked with blood.

Caleldir let his head fall in shame. "I... I am sorry, father," he muttered. "I failed you."

"Your mother's influence over the world and your sisters' scheme overwhelmed my wishes." Magolben shrugged. "I am the God of Lost Causes. I am used to failure, oh God of Unwanted Harems."

"You too?" Caleldir bristled. "Is that really to be my portfolio?"

"You are the only child of the God of Lost Causes," Magolben said gently. "My portfolio was different when your mother was alive, and all your siblings were born. Your portfolio being unwanted is your unfortunate inheritance from the god of perseverance through failure. I tried to prevent that from happening, but..."

Aelsuna put her hand on Caleldir's shoulder and appeared to start saying something comforting, but she was interrupted by joyous humming. The moon that floated amongst the stars above glowed more brilliantly. From that moon, Elistraea danced into the ruins. Her shimmering silver hair flowed around Her unclad midnight dark body as she twirled. She alighted next to Magolben, smiling up at Him.

"Hey, Grandad!" She said brightly. She bit her lip, her moonlight eyes falling on Caleldir. "Hello, Uncle! You're wearing my outfit! Glad to see you're embracing your natural beauty. And, uh, others doing so as well."

She was, of course, referring to the succubi casually molesting their master. Dahlia was unabashed, but Aster stopped herself. "I can't seem to help it..." Aster muttered blushingly. "In Her presence..."

"Don't try to help it!" Lilith laughed. "You are supposed to be incubizing him, after all. Every moment his cock remains untouched is a small tragedy."

"It is good to meet you, Ellistraea," Caleldir said respectfully. "Frankly, I would rather have worn clothing, but I was prevented."

The Dark Elf goddess laughed. "Life would be so much easier if you all got rid of your obsession with clothes! It's not like you need them."

"Ellie," Aelsuna sighed.

Ellistraea waved Her hand at Her aunt, "I know, I know. We've been over this before. Nothing suits me better than dancing nude in the moonlight. Nothing highlights your beauty better than an understated white gown. Nudity would not be quite as obscenely sexual as Lilith's BDSM gear. And the future god of unwanted harems? It makes sense that he gets to be nude whether he likes it or not."

"For what it is worth, I too think that it is thematically appropriate for Caleldir to be nude and molested," Althaia said in a low tone. The Nymph Queen was a bit overwhelmed by the assembly and was just sort of standing off to the side trying to be dignified. She succeeded in the eyes of everyone but herself.

"Master Caleldir," Varynae began reproachfully. "You should introduce us to your family."

"Ah, of course," Caleldir replied. He took a deep breath. "I am pretty sure that since you are all gods and goddesses you already know all my companions, but all the same. Queen Althaia of the Nymphs my consort, Dahlia and Aster my familiars, Vilinixia my future familiar, Ceuphaera my future Solar, and Varyndaevyrress my... mount."

"What a humiliation," Varynae complained.

The Dark Elf goddess clapped. "Well, I am glad that your entourage is dressed so appropriately!"

A ball of fire dropped down from the sky and coalesced into a tall imperious man with twinkling blue eyes who looked like a taller, more confident Caleldir. His garb was that of a warrior emperor of old, gleaming and brilliant. "Greetings, brother!" he boomed, extending a hand that Caleldir took slightly awkwardly. "I see by your garb and the succubi hanging off of you that our sisters have sunk their lurid fangs into your life. Unfortunate, but better that they bother you than me I say!"

"Nice to meet you, Corelath," Caleldir replied sheepishly.

Corelath laughed merrily and pulled back. "Indeed I am! Corelath, God of Light Elves, History, Law, Empires, Conquest, Rulership, and now Justice after I slew the last unworthy holder of that portfolio. I am as always at the service of my most honored and valiant father: the gallant God of Lost Causes."

"What about our mother?" Lilith pouted.

"Greetings whore queen," Corelath said with cheery venom, though Lilith clearly did not consider the appellation to be an insult by Her self-preening upon hearing it. "And I will be at our mother's service when she is alive again. Which should still be all of our goals. A goal for which I will even overlook all of the most discivic fornication that you lasses encourage in contravention of every law of good morals."

"And you tried to revive her by conquering the world through your precious Byzromines," Lilith complained. "But when I sent one of my most faithful to help, your emperor had her executed!"

"He found her in his rival's bed," Corelath said dismissively. "The punishment was just."

"Well, I still think you should apologize to her!" Lilith said angrily, pointing at Dahlia. "After decades of service in swelling your pet imperial project, a traitor's death was completely undeserved!"

Corelath looked at Dahlia in surprise. Dahlia froze, realizing that she was being referred to. She inched away from Caleldir and eyed the rather intimidating god of elves. "Oh! You bought Theona the Emperor's Witch-Whore here?"

"And since she wasn't good enough for your precious Emperor," Lilith scolded. "I decided to make sure that she would fuck your 'precious little brother' instead!"

Dahlia cleared her throat and returned to idly rubbing against him and taking turns stroking his cock. Both she and Aster seemed to be restraining themselves despite knowing that their goddess would rather them be enthusiastically fucking Caleldir.

"That is your style," Corelath said, unphased. "Anyway, it is good to see you as well, Aelsuna. Radiant with the sun as ever, only enhanced by the presence of your favored one, the great Nymphen Queen Althaia. And lovely Ellistraea my dearest daughter: the moon suits you as ever it does."

Ellistraea beamed up at her father and hugged his arm with childlike affection.

Aelsuna gave her brother a friendly nod. She looked proudly toward Althaia. "Isn't she lovely?"

The Nymph Queen blushed. "I am unworthy of such praise, my lords and ladies."

"Ceuphaera, I am glad you have found a new home after your long exile to my father's doleful court," Corelath continued pleasantly. "And I am... somewhat happy to see you unimprisoned, Vilinixia. Behave yourself this time. Same warning to you, Varyndaevyrress. Your nonsense has caused me quite a lot of headache. My darling wife and other children have had to stay behind to deal with the fallout from scheming. Though I will not blame you too much since I am pretty sure that my esteemed father was behind some of it, given Ceuphaera's participation."

Varynae scowled at Ceuphaera, who paid her former mistress no heed.

"Ah! And Princess Aster," Corelath continued. "The sweetness of your soul is such that I wish you had been born one of mine instead of my wicked sister here. One of the few I consider worthy to be my brother's companion."

Aster didn't know what to do with this information. She blushed brightly and looked as if she was going to stop fondling Caleldir out of self-consciousness. Then she looked back to Lilith, who smirked at her. Hesitatingly, she resumed what she was doing: softly grinding her womanhood against Caleldlr's thigh while kissing his shoulder and fondling his manhood.

The bugle of a horse announced the presence of the final participant. Freyja flew in on her majestic winged and horned steed and landed off to the side. Both wore shining silver armor that dazzled in the light of the many stars surrounding them. She leaped off of her mount and removed her helmet. Her golden braid spilled forth, almost touching the ground. "Greetings, family."

"Freyja," Corelath acknowledged. "Goddess of War, Valkyries, Tactics, Logistics, and Fortresses."

"We all know who she is!" Lilith complained. "And you still have not apologized to Theona for letting her name be smeared in all your history books. Forget claiming my darling Aster: Theona was one of yours, once. Before your precious empire failed her."

"I suppose some justice is due her," Corelath said with a long sigh. "Though this is hardly the proper time." He turned to Dahlia once more and gave her a nod. "Succubus, do you remember your mortal life?"

"I... uh, yes. Quite a bit of it," Dahlia admitted. Some of it was blocked from her mind, though. The end of her mortal life was... unpleasant.

Corelath nodded. "Well, you did provide some invaluable service, I have to admit. You were a very clever woman. I will not say your end was unjust: but I will state that history was less kind to you than you deserve. I will rectify that. There is a young chronicler at the Imperial Academy who is looking through the archives. I will have her find your long-lost personal correspondence, become obsessed with your legacy, and inspire her to write a magnificent biography of you that will completely reverse your reputation among the Light Elves. Is this an acceptable restitution for your previously forgotten service?"

Dahlia considered this seriously. So far removed from her last life, she didn't resent Corelath for anything that happened to her. Her eyes darted over to Lilith, but she made her respectful reply before getting her goddess's approval, "That would make things better, thank you."

"Excellent!" Lilith clapped her hands together. "Just think, Dahlia! We can have you inspire a whole cohort of young Light Elven women, and when you visit the Byzromine Heartland you can use your identity as a way to seduce your fangirls!"

Corelath rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. Don't ruin any marriages, please. Lilith is terrible about that, right Aelsuna?"

"I... I don't intend to ruin marriages..." Lilith admitted sheepishly. "And... neither do most of my daughters. Most."

[My favored ones frequently do mean to ruin dysfunctional marriages,] Astellodia said serenely. [And expose the wickedness of mortal men through that and other such plans.]

Aelsuna clicked her tongue and seemed about to complain, but her brother spoke first.

"Your favored ones have created major problems for my children in Fiadr, Mother!" Corelath complained. "I try to hold my children back from purging them, but you don't make that easy. The Lorelei in the south are bad enough, but the rusalka, banshee, and Baobhan Sidhe in the north are eternal headaches. And recently it has gotten so, so much worse with their organizing. What are you even doing up there?"

[Expanding,] Astellodia whispered.

"You have worse problems in the north than the bansheekind," Freyja told her brother.

"We should start this meeting properly," Magolben interrupted. "Aelsuna? You did call this Godsmoot."

"Right, thank you, Father. Let us get started," Aelsuna agreed. She turned her attention to a table that had not been there before. There was just enough for six throne-like chairs placed evenly around the ornate wood.

"We are missing a seat," Freyja observed. Caleldir chuckled, shaking his head. He could already guess where this was going.

"Are we?" Aelsuna said innocently. I see six deities that need a chair here. Caleldir can share..." A flash of mischief flickered across her expression. "With Ellie. You don't mind, do you, Ellie?"

"I don't mind!" Ellistraea said a little too quickly. She tried to hide a self-conscious glance toward her father. Corelath pretended not to notice anything.

"Putting aside the indignity of forcing a Goddess to share a space with me, what about these attendants you had me bring along?" Caleldir asked.

[Ceuphaera will moderate,] Astellodia's ghostly voice echoed breathily. [Varyndaevyrress will take a flight around the Astral Plane. As your mount, my son, she needs to learn the ability to come here when you need her to. Exploring the region around Me will give her that power.]

"Feh. I didn't want to hang around with a bunch of self-important deities anyway," Varynae fussed. Still in her 'true' form of nude-nymph-with-draconic-bits, she spread her wings and took off.

[Vilinixia will sit on that pillar over there and observe,] Astellodia continued. [Althaia will go where Aelsuna directs her. Aster and Dahlia will fondle and kiss you constantly, one on each side, while you feel strange and awkward about it. For we are Gods and must abide by our portfolios. Thus, the Goddess of Dance will give the God of Unwanted Harems an unwanted lap dance.]

"As you wish, grandmother!" Ellistraea said brightly.

"You are unusually talkative at this meeting, mother," Corelath said in surprise. "I have not heard you take this much initiative in our councils since you were still alive."

[My favored ones swelling in power and numbers has invigorated me,] Astellodia replied.

The gods took their places around the table, the seats changing to correspond to the nature of the deity sitting there. Magolben, who sat down first, ended up in a half-destroyed throne of some long-vanished culture. Corelath's chair was of Byzromine Imperial design, brilliant and gleaming. Aelsuna's seat was a tree of gold, shining as the sun. Freyja's was an ornate military camp chair. Lilith's debauched throne seemed to be made of dozens of tiny naked succubi writhing into the shape of a seat, with a strangely pulsing dildo-like protrusion in the middle that she slid aside her thong to impale herself on.

Caleldir's seat was some sort of midnight plush silk cushion on a sturdy silver stool designed to look like it was being held up by dancing elves. He sat down on it with a long sigh as his two familiars took their place by his side. Still affected by their goddess's aura of lust, they rubbed and kissed him.

Both were happy to let Ellistraea take the seat of honor, facing him, to begin with. The goddess of dark elves was no larger than Ashyr, fitting easily in the much larger Caleldir's lap. She danced and writhed on top of him more smoothly and sinuously than any mere succubus. Every now and then, her dripping womanhood kissed his bare flesh, teasing at the complete nudity they shared. Underneath her, Caleldir sat very still, hardly daring to breathe. Having a naked goddess in his lap was already arousing to the extreme, but having said goddess be Ellistraea, the absolute ideal of everything he loved in a woman... well, he could hardly think. But he was not about to respond to her lap dance. Not with his family present. She was his niece too, as surreal as that was.

"Alright!" Aelsuna said, eyeing the scene on "Ellistraea's" throne. "We haven't had a good talk in a while! I suppose our first order of business is our upcoming member. Us ladies won't bother the men with the details of his ascension - it will, of course, have to be done in a specific way due to his portfolio. Until then, we can catch up."

"Oh! I so very look forward to his ascension!" Lilith moaned. "We will make it the single largest reverse gangbang in world history!"

"I am sure that will not be necessary," Corelath said with his nose wrinkled in distaste. "Besides, I believe that he has already been in three separate orgies of incredible size."

"Pshaw," Lilith said dismissively. "Those were pretty great, but I have organized better."