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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The Harem
Ellistraea and Caleldir spun together through the endless night under the goddess' playful moon. Ellistraea teased and played throughout her demonstration of Dark Elf dancing. The moon waned and others came to take and tease Caleldir, expertly getting him to cum inside them while the lute, harp, and flute played on. The moon waxed and the garden cleared of all save Caleldir and Ellistraea. They switched to the Light Elf style of dancing and chatted about their mutual acquaintances.
"Are you ready for us, my niece?" Aelsuna's gentle voice rang through the realm.
"I can only alter time so much," Ellistraea sighed regretfully. The full moon lit the beautiful scene of them together in a nylameian garden decorated in Dark Elf architecture. "Or I would dance like this forever. Ah, but we must wed and ascend you! I do look forward to that!"
"I will take us to my realm, then," Aelsuna announced. The sun rose dazzlingly bright on the dancing goddess and god-to-be. Then, instead of a moonlit garden, they were twirling in a fabulous palace hall. Ornate arches built in a circle formed the outer edge, but there were no walls between them. Scenes of a sunlit garden far below the building they were in flashed into Caleldir's view as his partner still merrily danced. Where there wasn't garden and forest, there were views of the rest of the fairytale castle they were in.
Opposite the sun, the moon hung full and happy in the sky.
"How much time has passed in the Material Plane?" Caleldir asked. "Lolth's invasion is dependent on time passing there, after all. Assuming a chaotic goddess is operating on maximum efficiency - which is probably not the case - using divine-tier portals, and the other gods of Niutitania are just watching and not interfering to protect their own it will take a week or two to ramp up to a full-scale invasion of Norahist. How long in Material Plane terms will this wedding take?"
"Don't you worry about time frame," Aelsuna answered as she gracefully switched with Ellistraea as Caleldir's dance partner. Though she wasn't the dancer that her niece was, she was dazzlingly beautiful beyond mortal comprehension. Unlike Ellistraea, She also wore actual clothing, and Caleldir activated his rune to match. "We know what We are doing. We know Our sister, too. Just enjoy yourself, darling."
The music concluded and a host of familiar faces turned towards Caleldir, having been dancing along with the music as well. Ashyr, Selene, Nirza, and Alycyrl were the only dark-skinned. The rest were all women who agreed to the ceremony.
"We must have a longer dance during the reception! Ellistraea?" Aelsuna stated joyfully.
"I figured the reception would be a different kind of dance," Ellistraea said with a naughty smile.
"Oh no! We must have a proper dance afterward! The ritual is important. Then we will go into our time slots we will agree upon while Caleldir is dancing with the mortals," Aelsuna insisted.
"Frankly, I would enjoy flirtatious dancing rather than more sex," Caleldir admitted. "Attunement, incubization, and whatnot aside, I need a break every now and again. I like wearing clothing sometimes."
"Oh, yes! Proper wedding attire is important! I'm sorry, Ellie, but some of us will be wearing clothes. Those who do not wish to cover their sexual parts may adorn themselves with whatever they deem appropriate - but they must adorn themselves! This is a wedding!" Aelsuna announced enthusiastically. "A wedding with Me being wed!" She practically squealed. Somehow She remained deifically dignified despite Her girlish fervor.
Caleldir could not stop himself from grinning. Aelsuna's glee was infectious. "You can wear jewelry, Ellistraea. That is what the Nobles of Norahist wear these days. Though... ah... I am not ready for this. I still can't process what has been happening recently: both good and bad. I mean... I am marrying two goddesses? My sister and my niece?"
"You are marrying five goddesses, three demigoddesses, and a number of other powerful entities," Ceuphaera said. The Sulfurous Solar looked... different. Though her expression and body language were still very serious and professional, she seemed much more at ease in her valkyrie armor, and her formerly frigid beauty had a much more sensual cast to it.
"I see Vilinixia got to you," Caleldir observed, deciding to let the 'five goddesses' detail slip by for now. "How do you feel?"
"It is nice to have a sex drive," Ceuphaera responded. "I can empathize better with you all. Vilinixia calling me a 'monster girl' is quite ridiculous, but I cannot deny the massive power boost her arts have given me. But, mostly, I am very happy that I will have a God to serve again. Magolben does not count, after all."
"I am not a god yet," Caleldir said with a sigh. "And I do not want to be. I wanted to be a librarian. Have a wife or... uh... four. Maybe."
"Well, I want you to be a god," Ceuphaera said with a slight smile. "I was not happy about your portfolio, but I think with time we can mitigate it. I am beginning to formulate some ideas, though it will probably take a couple of centuries to stabilize the situation." She bowed slightly to Aelsuna. "Your radiant brilliance, shall we introduce the groom to his many brides?"
"He already knows them all! What, we can't surprise him with who shows up when he's standing on the altar?" Ellistraea laughed.
"There is a process," Aelsuna sniffed. "This is an important ceremony. Not a guessing game."
Ceuphaera turned once more to Caleldir. "So! because your normal secretary, one Phivucai Moon, will be unable to leave the afterlife if she visits here - by virtue of dying on the spot - I am temporarily usurping her position. In conjunction with your sisters Aelsuna and Freyja, I have organized the various women who will be marrying you today.
"Three brides related to your divine nature: Your Mount Varyndaevyrress, your High Priestess Coppereyes, and your chief evangelist Sister Marigold."
"Marigold will be pleased," Caleldir said dryly.
"Yes," Ceuphaera agreed. "The next category is the Deusterrans. Your apprentice, Faraia who was once Caleldra the Forgotten Adventuress, your teacher Archmage Fedwyn Birchborn, her mother Naliira the Nascent World Tree, your creation Risa the Roving Intelligent Security Administrator, and standing in for her ancestor Nirza: Abanonda Blackdawn. Nirza will be appearing with the Queens instead. She insisted that as a Dark Nymph reincarnation of a Dark Elf who died of extreme old age she is not the Nirza of the past anymore."
"Faraia really doesn't want to accept that," Caleldir observed. "Though of the two of them, Faraia is less like I remember her, ironically enough."
"After them," Ceuphaera continued. "You have your three familiars: Queen Dahlia, Princess Aster, and Empress of Souls Vilinixia Violetcrown."
"I already married the first two," Caleldir objected.
"They had a succubus marriage. It will be more impactful on a divine level if they are married by the goddess of love and marriage," Aelsuna explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Moving on before Lilith comments," Ceuphaera said quickly. "We have seven Queens: Althaia Duskhaven of the Nymphs, Nirza Blackdawn of the Dark Nymphs, Ravayra [lastname] of the Elves, Alycyrl Duskhaven of the Dark Elves, Mirjana of the Rusalka, and a new Valkyrie that Frejya has chosen for you. Dahlia is the Queen of the Succubi, of course, but she will be with the familiars."
"I expect her to show up twice anyway," Caleldir said with amusement in his voice. "Since succubi do not consider the appellation an insult: I will go ahead and say that she is a bit of an attention whore."
"No, Lilith and Her daughters revel in that term," Ceuphaera agreed. "A step up from royalty is divinity, of course, and we have five goddesses who will marry you: your niece, Ellistraea the Goddess of Dark Elves, the Moon, and Dance, your sister Freyja the Goddess of War, Valkyries, Fortresses, and Strategy, and 'most importantly' your eldest sister Aelsuna the Goddess of the Sun, Love, Marriage, Beauty, Sex, and Nymphs, as well as her two handmaids Felesh the Goddess of Cats, Catfolk, and Hedonism, and Merethllyr the Goddess of Bards, Circuses, and Festivals."
Caleldir gulped. "That is a lot of goddesses. I... one goddess is far too much to handle."
"You are the God of Harems. Having multiple goddesses in your harem is a divine necessity." Ceuphaera looked amused at this for a moment but quickly resumed her serious demeanor. "Finally, you will spend the night with Selene and Ashyr. In acknowledgment of your bond, the Goddess of Love wishes to give you time with the two women dearest to your heart before the great attunement begins."
"That's uh..." Caleldir blushed and looked towards Aelsuna. "I... I did not expect that of you. If anything I would expect you to be jealous of affections for others deeper than those for you."
"Your love for them shows me the depth of love that you are capable of," Aelsuna said with a fond smile. "I know what to look forward to. And, unlike them, we get to experience our Love blossoming after we bind our souls together for eternity!"
"As expected of the Goddess of Love," Ceuphaera declared before Aelsuna could get carried away. "Those twenty-four women will be the nucleus of your Divine Harem. Eventually, you will have one hundred and eight brides, a most auspicious number."
"You seem a lot more talkative now," Caleldir observed. "I am glad that you are happier. I feel quite unworthy of your service, and will do my best to deserve it someday."
The no-longer-fallen Solar shrugged. "Humility is an unusual attitude for a god, but it is an endearing one. And speaking of your impending godhood the first category of brides I will reintroduce you to are those directly related to your divinity. Varynae? Marigold? Coppereyes?"
The disgruntled dragon, the delighted dragon, and the beaming, blushing succubus nun appeared.
"I am honored beyond words to be married along with my goddess," Coppereyes said, the priestess overawed by being in her goddess's domain.
"I don't want to get married!" Varynae fussed.
"Yes you do," Ceuphaera scolded her. "Have some dignity, dragon! Where is your vaunted perfection now?"
Varynae's response was to pout.
"If she does not want to go through with this, she does not have to," Caleldir said. "I still don't like her either."
