A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 59: Summit

"How would you like to have us, Master Librarian?" Came the sultry voice of the pseudo-succubus behind him.

He leaned into her embrace. Closing his eyes. "Honestly," he sighed. "I would just like to cuddle with you, to curl up and enjoy the tingle of your skin. But, we have a job to do, don't we?" He thought for a moment. "Would saying 'surprise me' be too lazy?" He asked jokingly. "Perhaps I should be on top this time, so that we can press as much of our bodies together as possible. Or should I have you ravish me again? I do find it incredibly arousing when a woman takes what she wants from me despite my 'resistance'." Turning his head a bit to meet her eyes, he smiled. "So, what do you want?"

In her corner, Selene let out a short laugh. "You're finally being honest with yourself." The youngest drow observed. Apparently she was at least paying a little attention to what was going on in the room. But if any of the party on the bed were to look back at her, they would see that she was still reclined on the couch with her nose in her book. There was some paper and ink on the floor next to her with some scribbles on it, proof that Selene was more interested in her research than in their sexual liaison.

Selene's sudden commentary on the situation half-killed the mood as far as Caleldir was concerned. His eyes darted over to her. "You heard nothing!" He half-muttered at the drow just loud enough that she could not fail to make out the words. It was a bit uncomfortable to be reminded that he had an audience, although the fact that said 'audience' had already had a truly staggering amount of sex with him made it a bit less awkward.

Both drow seemed to find Caleldir's assertion amusing.

Ashyr chuckled and tilted her head back as the Risa partially on top of her began kissing a line down her body from throat to breasts. A deliciously sparking line of light contrasted with Ashyr's dark skin in her wake. "Risa just wants to make you happy. Isn't that right, gorgeous?"

"Of course, Lady Duskhaven." The Risa behind Caleldir agreed as one of her hands strayed downward to gently fondle his cock. Her voice made it sound as if that fact was only obvious. However, both Risas had amused little smiles on their faces. "But I do like the idea of pressing our bodies together." The Risa with Caleldir admitted. She then sidled over his front side, pressed her mouth against his, and began to lie back next to Ashyr and her other self with a hand at the back of his neck to guide her with him. When the kiss between them ended, he pulled back just a little bit to meet her eyes. He smiled, leaning down to give her another quick peck. He then began thrusting into her. Both of her manifestations moaned. The one he was making love to began to let her hands roam across the half-nymph's body wherever she could reach. Soon, though, all she did was cling to him and revel in the feel of their bodies undulating together.

The ranger - still being treated to Risa's exploring lips and hands - smiled at them in welcome. Her own hand came up to lazily run through Caleldir's hair. "I don't think I've kissed you today, love." Ashyr observed suggestively.

He turned his head to look at Ashyr and laughed. She looked proud of herself. "A fine time to make that observation. Truly, it is a sinfully decadent life I now live." He observed. Shifting his body a little, he leaned down to give Ashyr a deep kiss while he continued to fuck Risa.

The ranger eagerly shifted to meet Caleldir's mouth. The Risa on top of her shifted closer to the male to add her share of caressing touches across his body. Her other hand began to bring Ashyr slowly towards climax. It made the drow moan and gasp against Caleldir's lips. He kept up his rhythmic pace thrusting into Risa, speeding up a bit as he went on, until the bed began to rock a bit with the force. All the while, he kept kissing Ashyr. Not just on her mouth: on her head, her neck, her breasts... He added a few to the Risas as well. With one of his hands he kept himself above Risa, with the other he returned the favor of the other Risa in that he began fondling and stroking her.

Since the goal of this 'ritual' was, explicitly, for him to give Risa energy by orgasming, he did not restrain himself as he felt his release coming. Instead, he just rode it out, cumming into her body for the second time. Or her second body for the first time.

And so their gathering of energy continued. After they next waves of orgasms hit both Ashyr and Caleldir, Ashyr began only participate half of the time. She wasn't even going to try to match a succubus and a nymph's sexual stamina. She knew her limits.

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Still in the room, before Caleldir, Risa, and Ashyr really got carried away, Althaia's serious face watched Tsabdrin's expression. It had become very much like his sister's when she felt particularly indignant. She glanced over to the trio on the bed, and smiled again, as wryly as the first time. She did not set him down. She could charge up her bit with Risa later tonight. It did not have to be now. No, it seemed that Tsabdrin was feeling rather left out. "Maybe not the couch." She said softly. Looking at the drow in her arms, she gave him a sheepish grin. "Perhaps you would be better served by going to bed after all. But, if you wish, I can join you. I know some very good massages to help you recover, mind and body." She met his cobalt eyes with her calm grey ones. "But only if you will have me." She said softly.

Finally Tsabdrin let his eyes meet Althaia's. He found himself wondering what exactly the colors meant. "Oh-okay. I wouldn't mind a massage." He admitted. "...But seriously: I can walk." He frowned for a moment before fearing that he was being rude. Then he quickly added, "My Lady."

Althaia gently set Tsabdrin down, ready to let him lean on her as the two of them adjourned to the adjoining room. Tsabdrin was well able to walk on his own. In fact, he seemed a little more steady on his feet than Ashyr had been a moment ago when she was walking. Neither of them were clumsy, not even in Ashyr's drunken state. "I apologize if I have offended you." She said gently to him. Recently, Althaia seemed ever to treat Tsabdrin as if he was in constant danger of breaking. Of course, to her, he really was.

Once they were in the other bedroom, Althaia closed the door and turned to Tsabdrin. "Well, if it is not too much trouble, could you remove your pants and lie on your front?"

Tsabdrin blushed. It was a slight, barely noticeable thing. He turned his back to her and quickly did as she asked. His pants were left in a puddle on the ground, and he lowered his lean, muscled body face-down on the bed. Tsabdrin was just as scarred as Ashyr was from his time spent in the wilds without a good healer. Many drow were too vain to keep scars; Selene had absolutely none on her body. The two drow rangers had no such reservations. If anything, they carried them with the same pride any warrior would. Tsabdrin was still quite thin as well, but he looked much stronger than he had a day and a half ago. His body recovered quite a bit more quickly than any human's would.

Althaia waited until Tsabdrin was no longing looking towards her to remove her own clothing. She stretched a bit, and sighed. Climbing onto the bed next to him, she began massaging at his shoulders. "Please, relax." She said gently. "I take it that things did not quite go as expected in our absence?" She asked as she began working down further on his body. She looked over his scars, and shook her head. "A lot of improper healing, you and Ashyr have endured. Do any of them still hurt? If so, I can remove them. The pain they give you, at least."

"Yeah, well, uh... I couldn't. Er. Then I just wanted..." The drow began to speak in Undercommon, then stopped himself after a couple words. Tsabdrin let out an annoyed huff and scrunched his face in thought - his common wasn't the best, and he struggled to translate. He latched on to the subject of his scarring, since that was much easier to talk about. "They don't hurt - no, that is not right; this one hurts at times." He managed to say as his arm twisted to touch at a particularly gruesome talon slash on his upper back. Apparently it took him a while to befriend his animal companions.

"This one?" Althaia asked, lightly caressing the scar in question. Closing her eyes, she mixed the Paladin's Lay on Hands with a druidic regeneration spell. The scar lessened, and then vanished. Given a few days she could regenerate all his scar tissue, but something told her that he preferred to keep most of them.

The sound that came out of Tsabdrin's mouth when Althaia healed that scar away was so relieved it sounded sexual. The Paladin was not kidding about knowing good massages. Tsabdrin hadn't felt this relaxed in over a century... which wasn't actually saying much. It had been a hard hundred years.

She continued down further, now channeling her soothing energy along her expert touches into the spot in his back just above his bottom. She stopped before she actually touched his rear, hesitating. She skipped it, and moved to his thighs. "Do not tell Ashyr or, especially, Selene this, but when R.I.S.A. has finished with the new construction you will be able to see your dinosaurs again. I began work on resurrecting them earlier today."

Tsabdrin went completely still. "Really?" He said in a voice so small he could barely be understood. "Thank you, my lady."

She nodded in reply. Not that he could see with his back turned. "Be sure not to let the other drow know. I sort of went behind their back on this one."

"They'll find out." Tsabdrin told her. But his voice lacked conviction. It was a conflict to think upon another time, when he wasn't naked in bed with a nymph.

"I know." Althaia concurred. "They will find out. I just want them to find out at the right time."

Having finished with his legs, she moved to massage his butt, but stopped once again before touching him. "May I?" She asked.

Tsabdrin didn't seem to understand initially. He shot a glance back at her (naked! body. He decided not to comment on that) before he realized. "Oh. Yeah, sure. Go ahead." The drow male told her - though he looked a little embarrassed about it.

Althaia rubbed her hands together. She had caught Tsabdrin's glance. At very least, he now knew she was as naked as he. Since he had not objected, she would continue on. He would feel the bed shift as she straddled him, her calves on either side of his own. She first massaged the tension out of his buttocks, before folding down so that she was lying fully on top of him. For her height, she was as light as raindrops. She wrapped her arms around him. "If you find this unpleasant, just tell me to stop." She breathed huskily into his ear.

There was absolutely no tension in Tsabdrin's body. That is, until he registered the feeling of soft breasts pressed against his back. Then came the start of a decidedly good sort of tension. "Mmmm." He hummed in acknowledgement. He couldn't be entirely sure where she wanted to go with this, but so far it had been nothing but wonderful.

Wiggling her body against his so that he could get a good feel of the shape of her frame from her ample breasts to the way that she ground her damp womanhood against his right leg, she nibbled at his left ear. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any time." She breathed. "Otherwise, I will keep going. And going. And going." Each drawn-out word a sensual promise. Playing with the lines of his muscles, she worked her way down his body until her hand came to his groin. When he felt the intention of her roaming hand, he lifted hips enough to give her better access. She gently took hold of his dick, although given his position between her and the bed she could not exactly do much more than that. Her other hand splayed out across his pectorals.

"Yes, my lady." Tsabdrin more clearly acknowledged. He wasn't sure how to feel about such insistence. Certainly, any drow female would not even ask him the first time. He tried as best he could from his position to press his leg back against the wetness of her sex. The male wanted to give her every assurance that this was what he wanted. The touch of her hand on his dick felt absolutely wonderful - if his manhood wasn't at full attention before, it certainly was now.

"No need to be that subservient to me anymore, Tsabdrin." She giggled. "I am not a drow matriarch to be treated as some goddess. No, I am just an immortal spirit of beauty halfway to literal divinity." Her tone made two things very clear: she considered herself vastly superior to the aforesaid 'drow matriarch' and she was determined to have Tsabdrin treat her as an equal all the same.

Tsabdrin actually felt relaxed enough to smirk in and reply, "Oh, is that all you are?" Then he scoffed as if to say he didn't know why he'd been so careful about being polite before. "I'm - I'm joking, of course, my la- er, Althaia." He added hurriedly, suddenly worried that she would be offended by his words. It wouldn't be the first time he got himself into trouble by what had seemed like a harmless quip.

She rolled to the side a bit, coaxing Tsabdrin to roll over enough that he was facing her. When he did so, her lips met his for a deep kiss equal parts forceful and gentle while she pulled him into a hug that fell just short of uncomfortably tight. It probably would have been painful if not for how soft her supple body was.

Tsabdrin met her kiss and returned her embrace with a sudden, desperate hunger for the affection. His whole body pressed into hers as much as he could manage in their position. She just felt too damn wonderful for him to resist. Other than that, he didn't try to push her into going any quicker than the pace she chose to set.

When Althaia finally pulled away from the long, deep kiss, she giggled slightly. "You can still call me your lady if you want. And I do not mind a little levity or sarcasm. Insults will hurt me, though, so only use them if you want me to leave." The last bit was not so much a warning or threat as a gentle reminder of the difference between a unambiguously good nymph and your average female drow.

"I'll keep that in mind." Tsabdrin told her seriously. He might have said something further, but he found himself distracted by what she did next.

Althaia sat up, her legs wrapped around his thighs. Leaning back, she took his shaft between her lower lips, sliding her dampness up and down him. The drow groaned and lifted his hands to touch the paladin's thighs. She sighed. "It seems that you are ready for this. Do not worry! I will be gentle..." With that, she rose up enough to position his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Smiling at him with deep purple eyes, she closed them as she slowly impaled herself. Once he was completely inside her, she stopped. Opening her eyes again, she looked down at him. She ran her hands all across her perfect form, before ending in a prolonged fondling of her own breasts. "Like the view?" She giggled. She shifted her hips back and forth, getting a feel for him. "It certainly feels like you do."

His hands gripped against her flesh before he realized what he was doing and forced himself to relax. "Gods, yes..." he sighed. It was unclear whether he expressing his relief at being inside her or if he was agreeing that he did, indeed, enjoy his view. Probably both. Definitely both. Not that she needed his words to know how much he was enjoying this. His body language said it clearly enough. Tsabdrin's hips rolled upwards into her a couple times before he could force himself to stillness.

"You can move if you want." Althaia said, rising up a little on his cock, then dropping down. She let out a satisfied moan. Leaning down until her hard nipple just brushed against his chest, she licked her lips before whispering to him. "I do not care who you have been with before: tonight will be the best sex of your life." To emphasize the point, she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock. Returning to her position astride him, hands on his chest, she began fucking him for all she was worth.

Whether her words were accurate or not, Althaia's claim made him groan with arousal. "Oh yeah?" Tsabdrin challenged. He paused for a moment when the lights flickered and the room subtly vibrated. Again. The others seemed to be having fun as well. "I'm not sure I can keep up... for as long as... that would take." He informed her, though the pleasure he felt gave his words a halting, groaning quality. He began to thrust himself up into her in perfect time with her motions. One of his hands boldly slid up her thigh and around to her ass. His other traveled between her legs to rub at her clitoris with practiced dexterity. "Used to be... able to keep up... with Ashyr, after all."

Tsabdrin winced at himself when he realized what he'd just said. He really should have just gone along with her words instead of comparing her to Ashyr. But he didn't want the nymph to set herself up for disappointment. Besides, it wasn't a reflection on her skills. He was the weak link here.

Althaia, however, did respond to his mention of Ashyr. Instead, she sighed. "Oh! You are experienced."

He gave her a crooked grin. Yeah. Of course he was. He was over ten times her age and lived for a great deal of that time with a race of females who demanded to be satisfied - and if one didn't manage to satisfy them, then one was in for a very bad time. He decided against reminding her of all this. It would probably spoil her enthusiasm, which would be a damn tragedy.

Closing her eyes, she put her hands behind her neck and thrust out her chest, moaning slightly as she quickened her pace. "I suppose I will have to show off my full repertoire of sexual skills at a later date. I am not a succubus to drain you dry despite your convalescence." Opening her eyes, she winked at him. "Although, I could be."

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hold back his impending orgasm for very long. It had been too long since he'd last enjoyed the company of a woman, let alone one as enthusiastic and as beautiful as the nymph paladin. "Althaia, I'm going to cum." He warned through teeth clenched in concentration. The motions of his hand on her sex didn't stop in the hopes that he could bring her over the edge with him.

Closing her eyes again and surrendering to the wordless pleasure, she resumed her frenetic pace. "Cum inside me then! Do not hold back! Tonight is for you, after all." She spoke breathily through the pleasure, rhythmically squeezing his manhood inside her in an effort to drive him to the precipice of pleasure as quickly as possible. She seemed to be desperately enjoying his practiced touch.

Despite her words, he made every effort to last as long as he possibly could. Sweat began to bead on his dark brow from the concentration of it, and he had to pull out every mind trick he knew about. His eyes shut tightly against the sight of her impossibly lovely form taking so much pleasure from his body. He even gave up on the motions of his hips - but not the quick circles he pressed against her clit. She seemed to be enjoying that too much for him to stop. The nymph soon cried out soundlessly in release, riding out her orgasm.

'As long as possible' turned out to be as soon as he felt that initial, uncontrolled spasm of her sex that heralded her orgasm. "Fuck!" He swore, and his eyes flew open and muscles tensed. Tsabdrin's pelvis began its thrusting anew, but only for as long as his first couple spurts of seed up into the nymph. Then he relaxed completely aside from his heaving breath, both his hands falling to the bed beside him.

"Yes, that is it." Althaia sighed as she came down from her orgasm. "Hold nothing back." She gently pulled off of him then laid down on top of him. The male drow let out a contented sigh. Tenderly, she ran her fingers up and down his body while kissing his neck. "I hope that you had as much fun as I did." She giggled.