A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 59: Summit

Putting all that aside, Caleldir was ready to get the 'real' party started. He was not quite as unsociable as Selene, but there were too many people here he did not know. "We need to find an isolated corner to open the portal." Caleldir noted. "Not that it needs to be kept a secret any longer, but because I would prefer not to draw too much attention to ourselves."

Ashyr led the party out of the longhouse and around the corner. The festivities had spilled out a little into the night, but it was easy enough to find a private spot to quickly step into their pocket dimension.

The space the party walked into was exactly the way they had left it - which was much like it had been when it was first created. On one of the two beds in the room, Risa and Tsabdrin were reclined and relaxed against a pile of pillows. Well, Risa was on those pillows. Tsabdrin was on his stomach on top of her with his head nestled face-down into her breasts and his arms wrapped around her waist. He looked completely passed out. The pseudo-succubus appeared to be just as naked as she had been before, but the drow still wore loosely fitting pants that cut off at his knees. Tsabdrin's platinum hair hung loose to one side of his head. It left him bare for Risa to run delicate fingertips across the dark flesh from the base of his skull to his upper back. The whole scene was serenely innocent despite the presence of a naked succubus and a mostly naked drow.

When Risa noticed the rest of the party entering her dimension, a happy, excited smile bloomed across her perfect face. She quickly pushed the drow off of her, got off the bed, and started swaying towards the party. "Is it time?" the A.I. asked. She could have been speaking to all four of them, but her deep purple eyes were fixated on the half-nymph.

Instead of flopping to the side as he would have done if he was truly asleep, Tsabdrin shifted up to his knees. He remained in that spot, hunched over just enough that his hair slipped past his shoulders and hung against his face. As he was slightly turned away from the party, it hid any expression he might have had from the other four.

Ashyr, for once in her life, wasn't paying attention to the naked beauty walking up to her. She stared at Tsabdrin, and took the last gulp from her tankard. The now empty cup clattered to the floor, completely forgotten now that it had served its purpose. Usually it was nice to be drunk. All the cares and anxieties in the world melted away as she floated in a warm haze within her own mind. Everything became hilarious - even when Ashyr lost a good deal of her normal dexterity. There usually weren't even repercussions the next morning. And even if she woke up sick, there was always the most wonderful concoction in the world: Alchemist's Kindness - the hangover cure. But sometimes the simplest of things hit her far harder than they should have. This was the case at that moment as she stared at the memory in her head of events a century gone. Her hand rose to rub at the back of her neck.

Selene looked at all of them and scoffed to herself. She had just been relieved that she could finally get out of the crowded hall. It was hard for the drow in her to be surrounded by so many strangers that she couldn't trust and didn't understand. On an intellectual level, she knew she wasn't in much danger. But she couldn't reason with her own instincts over a hundred and fifty years in the making. Now that they were in the pocket dimension, however, everything was either too emotional or too... succubus-y. The mage pulled a book out, grabbed a couple pillows off the bed, and walked over to a corner to study the book's contents.

Caleldir was not quite certain what it was he expected to find, but looking over Tsabdrin and 'Risa', he was not surprised by anything except that the drow still had pants. He had really expected him to be naked. "I hope you did not damage the poor fellow." He addressed Risa. "He looks a little... overwhelmed."

Althaia chuckled slightly. "We should probably shift him to the adjoining room to recover. He seems as if he was not quite ready for all that." The nymph passed by Risa, giving the A.I. an affectionate caress as she did, and went to go pick up Tsabdrin. "You should get some rest." She said gently to him as she began to put her arms around him.

"-m fine." Tsabdrin mumbled. "I can go myself." The male drow demonstrated this by scooting to the edge of the bed and lowering his feet to the floor. He kept his face turned away from her, and his hair covering his features. Once he got to the edge of the bed however, he stopped moving, unable to find the will to stand up and go back into isolation.

Caleldir lost his ability to focus on Tsabdrin when Risa was close enough to him to press her naked body against him, locking eyes with him. The one episode the two of them had had together had been intense beyond belief, and the memory of it had begun washing over him. He swallowed to try to get the dryness out of his throat, unable to look away from her purple eyes. "I... guess it is time." He said uncertainly.

Althaia's eyes darted from Ashyr to Tsabdrin and back a few times, and she sighed. It seemed that there was something... odd going on here. Ashyr seemed to be reliving old memories, which was something that the nymph could not really do to help her with. Instead, she turned back to Tsabdrin, noting his hesitation. "Well, if you would rather not go to bed just yet, we can put you on the couch next to your sister. She would probably prefer you put your robe back on, though." She noted. Insistently, she picked up the much smaller man. She gave him a beautiful, though somewhat wry smile. "So, where to? Bed, or couch?"

Finally, his hair fell from his face. His eyes were reddened, but his bright silver eyebrows were furrowed in determination and his jaw muscles rippled as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. Cobalt eyes glanced over at his sister with trepidation. Sitting next to that one was not much better than being alone. Would it be easier or harder to watch as the others enjoyed themselves in a party at which he wasn't invited? Well, he could always change his mind and leave. "The couch." He decided with only a little deliberation. His eyes refused to meet Althaia's as he spoke. Frankly, it was quite embarrassing to be carried around like this. The slightly darker color in his cheeks was proof of this embarrassment.

"I did not do anything to him, Master Librarian. Aside from what you just saw." Risa told Caleldir in a carelessly casual tone. The subject clearly did not matter to her now that Caleldir was present. As she spoke, her arms rose to rest on either side of his shoulders, and she got up on tip-toes. Risa's mouth moved towards his as if to kiss him, but her lips stopped and hovered inches from his. Those darkly purple eyes of hers stared into his, looking hungry and vulnerable. Would he close the distance and voluntarily kiss her?

"Oh... well, glad to hear it then." Caleldir said distractedly. He felt rather hot; his clothing suddenly uncomfortable on him. His arms wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her form a bit closer to him. Her skin still felt pleasantly tingly. Looking down at her eyes, he was slightly surprised when she stopped. His lips parted a bit, and a question entered his eyes. Then, he smiled lopsidedly, and lowered his head down, pressing his lips into hers while her pulled her up closer to him. It was a gentle, soft kiss, as Caleldir was generally fond of. He was vaguely aware that, next to him, Ashyr was going through... something, but distracted as he was by Risa, he paid little attention to her. Instead, he deepened the kiss, gradually pushing his tongue into her mouth to try to meet hers.

Risa hummed with delight. She let him dictate the pace of their tender kiss, but in the meantime she was slowly backing up the two of them towards the bed. Her lips parted for him as she felt his probing tongue at that supple flesh, and her own electric tongue met his to dance in the space between their mouths. As she walked, she turned the both of them around so it was Caleldir's legs that hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle press of her body, she encouraged him to sit on the bed. She followed right after him, and straddled his lap. She barely let their lips part during the time it took to get them situated. When they were, it seemed she was content to simply sit there and explore his mouth with her expert tongue.

Ashyr snapped out of her reverie when Caleldir and Risa passed in front of her. Finally, she was focused on them and not the space of the bed Tsabdrin and Risa had just vacated. She quickly joined them on the bed, scooting in behind Caleldir. Then, in keeping with the unhurried feel of Risa's actions, the drow ranger began to manually remove the half-nymph's clothing - or at least whatever he wore on the upper half of his body. She soon got distracted from that in favor of reaching in between Risa and Caleldir's legs, slipping her hands under his pants, and stroking his already painfully erect manhood. That was all Caleldir could take, apparently, for his clothing then melted away.

Caleldir's hand that had dropped down to Risa's bottom his slid down the A.I.'s leg, until he got to her knee. He then reached back to slide his hand up Ashyr's leg, which quickly became as naked as the other two. He reached the juncture of her thighs, and began pleasuring her. After all, it would definitely not do to leave Ashyr out this time. Without her, none of this would have been possible.

"Mmm... Caleldir..." Ashyr said meanwhile in a breathy moan. The motions of her hand on his cock sped up slightly, but were still mostly casual as she rubbed up and down his turgid staff. The front half of her body leaned forward to press both lips and breasts against his back.

Encouraged, Caleldir inserted two of his fingers inside Ashyr's pussy while using his thumb to rub her clit. He sighed into Risa's mouth, enjoying the feel of being the middle of this very odd sandwich. The hand not working on Ashyr went up to caress Risa's cheek. "We should have done this a week ago." He whispered to her. "I do love you, Risa. I always have. Even when you were only a few lines of code and a sketch." He felt slightly guilty about saying this with Ashyr right behind him, but he promised himself that he would make it up to her later.

Ashyr made no comment. Instead, she continued to caress his front and kiss his shoulders. It really didn't bother her - it was rather pointless to be annoyed by it if he was only speaking the truth. Besides, he was a nymph. There was no way that loving three or even four women at the same time would physically wear him out. Ashyr knew she probably still didn't understand the concept of love very well, but in that moment she wasn't threatened by Caleldir and Risa's love for each other.

The drow didn't react much to Caleldir's profession of love, whereas Risa looked ready to cry tears of joy. She pressed her forehead against his, and tightly shut her eyes. "I love you too." Was all she was able to whisper with a voice thick with more emotion an A.I. had a right to have.

The joy with which Risa greeted his profession of love caused Caleldir's throat to tighten.

Risa's purple hand joined Ashyr's charcoal on Caleldir's member. Both women worked together to guide his cock between to soft lips of Risa's pussy. As one, they pulled him back farther onto the bed and let him lean back slightly against Ashyr to get him into a better position for the next step. Then, finally, centimeter by glorious centimeter, Risa pushed herself down onto his sex until it was enveloped completely into her warm, electric body. Only at the last minute did Ashyr's hand vacate its spot on his dick in favor of caressing his pale chest.

For a moment, Ashyr marveled at how intimate their sexual encounters were. She nearly always went into it expecting the sort of rough, wanton mass of roiling flesh that always seemed to happen when things got steamy between drow. But that rarely actually happened. Of course, to the borderline nymphomaniac, all sex was good - just sometimes, it was different than expected.

Caleldir was not in much of a position to move against Risa, but that mattered little. He felt the need to give to others the pleasure that they gave to him, but Risa's expression and movements told him that she was deliriously happy with things the way that they were right now. So, he followed her example and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of intimate affection from both of them. He still felt a bit guilty about Ashyr, though. Unlike her, his emotions got entangled up irrevocably in sex, and the bond between him and Risa was incredibly potent, enough that he felt as if he was cheating on her. It was an utterly illogical feeling (after all, she was just about underneath him, stroking his chest as Risa rode him) but one that he could not shake. Once again, he vowed to make things up to Ashyr later. At very least he could continue to pleasure her with his fingers, even run a bit of that pleasure spell into her womanhood.

After a few moment to simply revel in the position they were in, Risa leaned slightly back and opened her eyes again. Those purple eyes shone with near unbridled happiness - it figuratively bubbled over and caused Ashyr to grin back at her over Caleldir's shoulder. "We had a goal, didn't we?" The A.I. reminded the other two. "It would be better if I pleasure Lady Duskhaven as well."

"Yes, of course." Caleldir said slightly regretfully. He helped the A.I. get off of him.

"Hmm?" Ashyr asked vaguely. She was just starting to concentrate on Caleldir's magically pleasuring fingers (both figuratively and literally.) "Oh, um. Can't you phase through the bed or something?" Since Risa offered, Ashyr sure as hell wasn't going to turn down being touched by the succubus' wonderfully tingly body.

"No." Risa responded simply.

Ashyr blinked in confusion, but shrugged after a moment. This Risa seemed determined to follow the laws of physics a regular body possessed... mostly. The drow pulled away from Caleldir and freed him from her grip. Risa then regretfully pulled off of him and crawled onto the bed. Ashyr caught on to what she wanted quickly. The drow shifted further up on the bed and eagerly spread her legs to make room for Risa's perfect face. The A.I. arched her back to present her pussy to Caleldir. It was a configuration he would know quite well - except usually it was Ashyr on her elbows and knees.

Silently, Caleldir shook his head. Just yesterday having sex with the A.I. that he had done so much to create was nigh unthinkable, and now he was about to do her doggy-style. His feelings for her were far better described as love than lust, so he felt more than a little shy about this, but it was an important ritual, so...

Taking a deep breath, he went up on his knees and lined his cock up to her pussy. Putting on hand on her ass to steady her in relation to him, he guided himself inside her with his other hand, putting it next to the first on her rear once he was inside. Then, he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, pulling far enough back that only the glans was still inside her, before slamming forward hard enough that Ahsyr would be able to feel it. After a few experimental thrusts, he set up a regular, moderate pace.

Risa's core twitched around Caleldir's manhood in welcome. She groaned in relieved arousal. Taking the Master Librarian by force the night before was something that she didn't want to admit was arousing, physically speaking. She didn't regret it, but she also hoped that it would never happen again. Thankfully, that didn't seem necessary. Now he was willingly and actively coupling with her, and that thought alone made her shudder with newfound heights of pleasure. She let her body be moved with the force of his hips, though it would have been easy enough to keep herself stationary. Instead, she did the same thing Ashyr always did when she was in that position, and used the momentum to fuck Ashyr with her fingers. That way, it was kind of like he was pleasuring the both of them with one movement. She still used her mouth, too, much to Ashyr's delight.

The oldest drow watched Caleldir with a grin. "I think... I like this view." She told the other two in a groaning, breathy voice. Her upper teeth caught her lower lip, and her crimson gaze lowered to watch what Risa did to her. "Fucking hell, I don't think I could ever get over how good your mouth feels, Risa."

The A.I's only response was to let out a delighted purring noise. Apparently the sound vibrated extra sensation into Ashyr's clit, which made the drow's head lull back for a moment. The ranger mouthed something - very likely more profanity - before forcing herself to look back at the other two in her bed. This time, the look she gave Caleldir was clouded with intense arousal. He'd know that look - Ashyr was going to climax soon.

Looking down Risa's purple backside to Ashyr's dark, athletic frame, Caleldir nodded. "I too, enjoy the view." He said, licking his lips. He kept thrusting Risa's body forward into Ashyr. He could tell that the drow was nearing orgasm, so he sped up his pace. Leaning over Risa, his angle of thrust was not quite as good this way, but he was flexible enough that he could embrace her while continue to fuck her. His hands moved up from Risa's ass to her breasts, and then one moved up from Risa to take hold of Ashyr.

Ashyr eagerly took hold of Caleldir's hand when she felt it questing for hers. A loving look briefly crossed her features, a gaze meant only for the half-nymph. She didn't care that it wasn't him who was directly fucking her. It didn't matter that the person he was coupling with had been in his heart for longer than Ashyr had been alive. What she did care about was that he was feeling pleasure and happiness, and that she could participate in the experience. Her hand squeezed his once in a silent profession of her love before her body seized and unraveled in powerful orgasm that Risa's continued ministrations only made longer and more intense. Ashyr was completely silent during her climax, as she usually was in the throes of orgasm when it was particularly intense.

With a ragged groan, Caleldir shot forth his seed into Risa's body, gripping both Risa and Ashyr tighter as he did so.

The room flickered and shook with the power of Caleldir's and Ashyr's combined orgasms that channeled into the succubus' manifestation. She cried out, but instead of her voice echoing throughout the dimension, it was localized to her body alone. Even after the initial clash across the precipice of pleasure, Risa knelt unmoving for quite a long while to let everyone recover from climax.

When his long orgasm was at an end, his grip loosened, but he did not change position. Instead, he waited to see what Risa wanted to do next. Finally she moved to disengage with Caleldir and crawl up Ashyr's still slightly dazed body. Their lips met and began to languidly mate together.

Caleldir let out a satisfied sigh and leaned back to sit. If Risa and Ashyr wanted to go at it, well, it would be a true shame to stop them. If they wanted him involved, they would call him over. Until then, he could just watch.

It was at that point that he felt the bed shift. Since Selene had not moved, and Althaia and Tsabdrin had long ago wandered off to the other room, Caleldir felt a brief bit of panic as he wondered who, exactly, had just appeared. The familiar purple, tingling flesh that he saw snake around his chest told him that it was Risa. A second Rise. Wait. What? Unlike Ashyr, Caleldir had never actually seen Risa manifest more than one avatar, so her sudden appearance confused him. Then again, there was no reason why she could not do that, so...