A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 50: Rest

Caleldir did not usually orgasm near as quickly as Selene, but it had nearly been three days since last he had ejaculated, and the pressure in his balls was far greater than normal. It was not long before the arm around Selene's back tightened, and he thrust forward into Ashyr as far as he could, stiffening for a moment with a subdued groan. Her mate's orgasm inside her was the trigger for Ashyr to let out a strangled groan and spasm against her lovers. Momentarily drained, he pulled out and slid down the two of them until he was lying on the bed beside Ashyr. His blue eyes met hers, and he smiled. "I missed you, even unconscious inside my alter-ego." He looked over at Selene. "I am glad that you saved me from him. After all, if I was still Goelon, this would hardly be possible." As he smiled, he unconsciously dropped the veil of normalcy, almost as a sign of relaxation, the removal of a mask.

By that time, Selene had recovered well enough. She dismounted Ashyr and laid herself out on the bed on her other side. Their legs automatically hooked together. The ranger was paying more attention to Caleldir, however. She met his eyes with a soft, somewhat vague expression from the afterglow still warming her body. When he was done talking, her only response was to press a tender kiss against his lips. As tenderly as Ashyr herself, Caleldir returned her kiss. It was almost a chaste thing, in contrast to everything else about this situation. Not that this version of Caleldir minded. Letting out a contented sigh, he put his arm around Ashyr's shoulders, squeezing just a little.

"I did not save you from him. I saved the both of you from that awful place." Selene corrected - that was how she chose to look at things. She looked like she was going to say something more, but Caleldir's veil had dropped and she got distracted for a moment by his beauty. Oh, it was definitely her turn next. But she would give Caleldir a chance to recover and for the both of them to stop eyeing each other so tenderly. "Um. But Goelon was strangely disgusted by sex. Do you know why? Is he not capable?"

"I am not entirely certain." He mused. "I do not think that he is completely incapable of it. I think that it is more likely that it is because of how painful everything is for him, and for everyone under that curse. You know the old excuse: 'not now, I have a headache'? Well, like that, except multiplied by eternity." He pursed his lips. "Or something like that."

The mage turned to her back and stretched herself out as she looked up at the ceiling. Mostly so she didn't have to watch the other two be annoyingly cute. And totally not because she was jealous. Yup. "Bah, sometimes sex is a fabulous cure for a headache..." She declared.

"I would not really know." Caleldir said in response to Selene's declaration that sex was good for headaches. "The only headaches I ever have are magical in nature. I just used that example because of the old stereotype."

Ashyr laughed. "That what you plan on doing, Selene? Sexin' him better? Your pussy some sort of curse breaker?"

"Perhaps." Selene responded with affected seriousness.

"Well, Selene's pussy did have pretty profound effect on me. I do not know about it being a cursebreaker, though." Selene's response about simply holding his alter-ego down and having her wicked way with him was getting him all hot and bothered. As much as that could be said in their current situation, where he already was pretty hot and bothered. Great. Caleldir disliked being reminded that he had a fetish for female rapists thanks to her.

"Not that I'd be able to hold him down for long enough." She sighed. "Or be able to trust him after that." He would probably just try to kill her despite her pregnancy. The mage had a feeling that Goelon Duvainor would forever just be a beautiful concept to be admired from afar. Oh well. It wasn't like she wasn't content enough with the partners that she had. They were safe, trustworthy, and relatively predictable. So while she admired Caleldir's alter ego, she didn't truly want him to permanently take the place of his good counterpart.

The ranger turned to her cousin and brushed a soft hand against her face. It seemed to snap the other drow out of her short reverie.

"Now, If you two would stop being all... weird... it's my turn." Selene declared. Then she crawled over the laughing Ashyr and settled on top of Caleldir, upright and straddling his hips. Ashyr moved out of the way of the two of them. She might join later, but as of that moment she was feeling pretty lazy. The last few days had been far too action-packed.

Selene's sudden straddling of him should not have taken Caleldir by surprise, but it did. Probably because he was fantasizing about her doing exactly that, and when she suddenly did, it took a moment for him to realize that he was not fantasizing. He looked up at Selene, affecting a surprised look. Then, a smile crossed his face. He closed his eyes, and concentrated. His features shifted and bleached until he resembled a slightly more material version of Goelon. He looked back up at her, defiance in his features. "You are right; you cannot hold me down!" He snarled. He gave Ashyr a quick wink, showing that, though he had taken on his alter-ego's look, he had not actually taken on his personality.

The younger drow blinked down at Caleldir. It only fooled her for a second, because even if she didn't catch Caleldir's wink, she saw Ashyr's grin. So he wanted to play that game, did he? Well, she was up for playing along. More than up for it. She shifted her hips to rub the wetness of her sex against him, an action she didn't realize she was doing until she was in the middle of it.

Although his first instinct was to groan in pleasure at the feel of Selene's wet womanhood rubbing against him, Caleldir noticed the way both of the drow reacted to his new persona, and stifled that reaction. No, he would stick to the acting. As much as he could. Really, he did not know how his alter-ego would react to this. Other than to try to blow them both away with telekinesis, that it... Wait. That was it!

He scowled. "Black-faced child of the underground, I was ancient before your grandmother was born!" Maybe true? Eh, it was in character.

A chuckle bubbled like a vat of boiling poison from Selene's throat when she was called 'black-faced' like it was an insult. She was quite proud of her obsidian skin; it was deeper and richer than Ashyr's charcoal complexion, with lovely purple undertones that any drow could be proud of.

"You have no chance against my might!" He let loose a potent burst of telekinetic power, ripping out from him like a wind of razors. Selene would feel it rushing across her skin, forcing her away. But not really. Because Caleldir could not summon the psychic strength to truly affect living creatures. It would certainly feel like an attempt to push her away, though.

"We'll see about that." The mage growled, feeling a thrill of power after 'Goelon' was so ineffective. Selene began to draw enough power for black, ropy tendrils made of pure, solid magic to start appearing from the sheets like they were oozing through the cloth. In another moment, they were solid enough to grab at Caleldir's limbs.

Concentrating on brute psionics to force her off of him, 'Goelon' did not notice the tendrils until it was too late to escape. Just before they grabbed him, he jerked away, writhing beneath the drow in an 'attempt' to escape her magic. A short-lived attempt. Fighting against the magic every step of the way, it still managed to tie him down. "You have not won yet, drow!" He said with undead fire in his eyes. He was getting way too into character now.

Finally, Selene responded, "My grandmother and you were contemporaries, darling. But while you battered uselessly, helplessly against the walls of that horrid place, she founded a whole city of incredible power and wealth." She clenched her fists at the word 'helplessly,' and the magical ties that managed to grab at the male's arms and legs tightened to painful tautness. "I think I have won." She taunted in a smooth, low voice that was almost a whisper.

Caleldir was not so far gone into character that he was immune to the discomfort of the tight ropes. Granted, he was not particularly harmed by them, but still, they were rather jarring. He almost slipped out of character, but managed not to. "You may think you have won for now, darkling, but I have other tricks up my sleeve!" A poor choice of words, actually, seeing as he was naked, and therefore did not have any sleeves. Which probably explained why his next trick, 'trying' to go incorporeal and phase right through the bonds, did not work. It almost looked like it did, though, his body going scarily transparent until the bed underneath him was quite visible, and partly phasing through the fabric, but after a few seconds he returned to full materialization.

In her corner of careful observation, Ashyr looked a little impressed. Perhaps she should have been worried, though. She was pretty sure that Caleldir couldn't just choose to slip into being Goelon without first killing himself... but he was being pretty damn convincing. Could something have changed during their separation at the monastery?

Selene made no comment on the escape attempt. The next spell she cast was that of pleasure: the spell she'd learned from Althaia's book she'd been given what seemed like so long ago. She pressed fingertips against his near-white chest and leaned down until her hand was splayed. Then she pumped the pleasure into him, even as she used the better leverage her hand afforded her to rub their sexes together more easily. There was only challenge in her violet-flecked crimson eyes when she caught sight of the undead light in her captive's.

Though the pain was relatively easy to power through as 'Goelon', the pleasure was far harder. Despite his best efforts, he could not hold back a laboured groan of overwhelming enjoyment. "Oh..." He moaned. A series of almost comical expressions flitted across his face before he settled back on defiant. "If you think that you can overcome me with pleasure, you are sadly mistaken!" He declared in his spookiest tone. By this time, his aura was nearly indistinguishable from the original thing, with the mixture of beauty and terror that had so spooked Selene the first time she had beheld it.

Selene gave her captive a toothy grin. He denied its effectiveness directly afterwards, of course, but it would take him actually overcoming her and escaping before she'd believe that she was truly mistaken. Fear was beginning to rise in her gut just from that memory of her first encounter with the ghost of Caleldir, now that it almost seemed as if he was in the room with her. But it was the sort of thrilling fear after successfully containing something mighty and dangerous. Seeing him tied there, fighting but so far unable to do anything about their naked flesh pressed together, made her feel powerful. And really horny.

It really was becoming increasingly hard to stay in character. Pretending to resist, well, that was easy. Keeping up his alter-ego's unnatural aura, drawing on the scraps of new abilities leaking forth from his more powerful side, and barking forth overblown defiance despite the enormous pleasure, that was hard. But Selene's clear enjoyment of it, even mixed as it was with her rising fear, well, that made it worth it. He was happy if she was happy, after all. The fact that he liked his resistance being overcome had nothing to do with it.

Nothing at all. Definitely.

He pulled against the bonds until his muscles were taut and straining, veins bulging. Impossibly, they began to shift, fractures appearing in the spell. But though his effort was prodigious, it was not enough. Perhaps because he did not actually wish to escape, bu more likely because he really could not. He could come pretty close, though.

She shifted her body until the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. The younger drow hovered at that spot, threatening to engulf him, but not quite doing so yet. He stopped bucking against her. The wrong bit of thrashing, and he would be inside her. And Goelon definitely did not want that. Caleldir did, but he could restrain himself for the sake of Selene's power trip.

"I think I can overcome you with pleasure, darling." She said to him in a husky whisper. Her hand drew upwards on his body to lightly encircle his neck. Then she let her pleasure magic flow through her fingers again. As she did this, she brought her face as close to his as she could manage while still maintaining that almost connection at their sexes. "You're having trouble resisting this, aren't you? I can see it in your face. And you can't do anything about it." She taunted him.

His will cracked a bit. Only a bit. After a moment's wavering, the fire entered his expression once more. "You will regret this, darkling trollop." He snarled. "You think a bit of pleasure can overcome my centuries?"

Selene smirked. No, she did not think a bit of pleasure could overwhelm Goelon's centuries. She would be reacting very differently if she thought this was actually the evil ghost between her legs. Probably with a lot more running away and hiding. Goddess, the wrath that she would incur for doing this... But as this was, they played an amusing game that made her feel powerful and sexy despite knowing the truth. And there was that small, strange pleasure she took in the fact that Caleldir liked this game as well. Not that she would admit to liking something more because her partner was enjoying himself too.

The teasing tip of his cockhead was soon far too tempting for the younger drow to ignore. She'd been unconsciously aching for it ever since her encounter with Caleldir's lookalike. Finally she pushed back against him and he easily slid inside her from the wetness of her arousal. Her head dropped momentarily to his chest and she let of a relieved groan in reaction to the glorious fullness taken by force from a helpless male. From Caleldir. The heat of her core gripped at him, welcomed him.

Caleldir let out a long sigh. "Fu-" he started to say, before cutting himself off. He went tense, although in a different way than before, no longer trying to strain against his bonds. Just tense from the amazing feeling of being completely engulfed inside a woman, inside Selene. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, Goelon's aura dimmed.

Then she gathered herself enough to sit back up and begin rolling her hips against him, fucking him almost idily, sending thrills through his body. He reasserted his character, defiance battling with pleasure for control of his expression. First he would groan in appreciation, then cut off the groan and scowl angrily, before another roll of Selene's hips brought the moaning pleasure back.

In her corner, Ashyr's fingers found her own clit and began rubbing herself. This was a fine show they were putting on, and the ranger could only resist it for so long before touching herself.

"No." Selene finally responded to his question out loud. There was still a haughty smirk on her face, but the expression was dulled slightly in concentration and pleasure. "But pleasure could cause one to forget the centuries, if only for a little while." It was something she wished Goelon would understand, but this was Caleldir she was talking to. He knew very well how much pleasure could make him forget. Then she picked up her pace: steady, firm, and at a medium tempo. It made her breasts bounce and small, pleased noises escape from her lips. She still watched him the whole time, keeping fresh the image of an almost-Goelon trapped and at the mercy of her womanhood.

Even completely in character, Caleldir/Goelon was having a hard time arguing with Selene. She was right, after all. It was hard to think of much else while she was bouncing up there with hypnotically moving breasts. From the juncture of their bodies, where he could look down and see his shaft being partly freed and then re-enveloped, to her eyes, looking down at him with that seductive mixture of lust and dominance, Caleldir felt that even if he had been Goelon, he would not be able to resist her for much longer. He forcibly bit his white lip, biting nearly through it, though not drawing blood.

Selene endeavored as much as she could to keep her concentration and to hold off her own climax until 'Goelon' was truly 'defeated.' The mage knew all too well that she wouldn't be able to hold the tendrils of magic holding her captive down, nor would she be able to control the remains of the pleasure spell still waiting for use. Every time she'd been channelling either spell, both fizzled or exploded when she herself did. If this had truly been Goelon between her legs, letting his bondage go before he had a chance to submit to pleasure would probably be incredibly dangerous.

But this situation was too erotic. The look of crumbling defiance on his face, the way he bit the pale flesh of his lips, the way he would forget himself for a time and make that pleasured noise, all while she forced these sensations upon him... it was too much.

The younger drow bit her lip as well, though not quite as hard as 'Goelon' had. Any look of triumph on her face melted into that of concentration. Her eyes dropped to about chest-level on Caleldir, but she wasn't really looking at him any more. Looking away from him had been an attempt to rally herself, but it only made her feel his cock inside her more acutely. Her fingers curled against his chest where she had placed a hand to brace herself. Then she shuddered, and the magical vines tensed against him in their last throes of keeping him tied down. Selene made a slightly undignified strangled noise, and with that the black ropey vines released Caleldir entirely. Her spell of pleasure burst as well, inflicting the last of its magic on whatever Selene touched. Her body sagged and her head lowered, sending a cascade of platinum white hair over her shoulder to brush against his chest and partially cover her face. She vaguely registered that her captive had orgasmed as well. He had no choice between the blast of pleasure and the milking of her pussy.

"Fuck." She swore softly once she had passed to crest of her orgasm. Selene could do little more than sit there, pant, and shudder as diminishing waves of the aftershock hit her.

The bonds on him vanished, and color returned to Caleldir's body. He no longer had any use for pretending to be Goelon. His arms free, his hands went to Selene's body, starting at her tight bottom and caressing up to her shoulders. Gently, he pulled her down onto his chest, although he kept the physical connection of their sexes. "I think that you forced him to submit, my lady." He said in a chuckling tone. "Not even ancient ghost-kings can resist you, apparently." He smiled fondly, running his fingers through her silky hair.