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.

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Episode Nineteen: Return

Carlotta stayed where she was for the rest of their night in their makeshift camp between the town and the clearing where the orcs had been. She woke first, having not had her sleep interrupted. The human sat up, forgetting that she wasn't wearing a shirt. She blinked down at herself, then grabbed her corset and put it on before anyone else could see.

Selene was next of the women to open her eyes. She wasn't as peaceful as the human. It was bright and uncomfortable, and she wasn't initially sure where she was. Someone was holding her, just sleeping. She could count on one hand the people she'd actually slept with, just as her older cousin could. Oh. It was her older cousin. That made more sense. The younger drow rolled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and put it back on without the human's embarrassed haste.

"Come on you two." Selene said as she nudged their feet with her foot. Her voice was still a bit irritable, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been.

Caleldir sat up too rapidly, which caused the blankets covering his nether regions to fall away, exposing himself for the world to see. His face turned a burning red, and he started to put on his clothing as quick as he could without making the same bizarre mistakes as he had yesterday morning. Then again, what was he worried about? All three women he was with had seen him naked before, in fact, they had all either had sex with him or at least seen him have sex. So any modesty he might have thought he had was far past. Sighing, he stopped moving feverishly, and quietly dressed himself like a normal person, neither flaunting nor hiding. "Good morning, everyone." He said as pleasantly as he could. He still sounded rather self-conscious.

After that, the camp had to be packed up, and a breakfast of bear jerky, roots, and nuts eaten. Then, it was back on the road. Ashyr was perfectly happy to lead them in silence. The sounds of nature had been her only companion for most of the last couple decades; she was used to it. She knew exactly where the town was -- more or less. These woods weren't entirely unfamiliar to her.

"Thanks to our new supplies, we do not need to rest or camp as much today." Caleldir said, "Still, I admit I am rather lost, and do not know how far it is to the town. Do you think we will make it by tonight, or will we be camping out again?"

Ashyr looked to the sun, and then stole a glance toward Carlotta. The human was, quite frankly, slowing them down. It didn't help that she occasionally got distracted by random reagents she found growing near their path. Ashyr was sure all the plants she gathered would be very valuable to them later so she didn't say anything about it. Selene, on the other hand, was growing irritable again. "If we keep focused, we can probably get back just past nightfall. We'll need to pick up the pace a little, though." Ashyr informed them after some thought.

"Then let's go." Selene said. She shot a glare over to Carlotta.

The venomous expression was not lost on the human. "I'm going as fast as I can. You try having short legs." It probably didn't help much that the redhead was a bit of an out of shape alcoholic. The human just happened to enjoy a youthful body with a high metabolism.

"Play nice, cousin dearest." Ashyr warned.

"It is not Carlotta's fault that she has trouble keeping up with our pace." Caleldir said in his own defense of the human. "But she cannot keep up the same pace as we can." He looked towards Selene. "You do not happen to have any sort of magical tricks that could help with that, do you? Perhaps some enchantment to bolster her physical abilities, increase her speed, or just make her weightless so we can carry her without inconvenience? If not, we will just have to walk a bit slower. Enjoy the forest for a bit longer."

Selene let out another one of her extraordinarily put-upon sighs. She was not accustomed to using magic for the benefit of anyone, let alone some lowly little human who should learn to keep up with the Lolth-damned adults. "Yes. I suppose I can help." Then she paused, concentrated for a few seconds, then an invisible disk was conjured about five feet away from her.

Ashyr recognized the magic immediately, and didn't hesitate to throw her blankets on top of the thing. They floated in mid-air, only sliding slightly into the middle of the... whatever it was that held them up. "Your chair, Lady Carlotta." Ashyr said with a grand gesture. It was an echo of something she'd seen Caleldir do on several occasions. She clearly thought it was vastly amusing.

The human blinked. Then she pressed her hand down on the floating disk. It seemed sturdy enough. It didn't budge from its place about three feet from the ground. The blankets made it look downright comfortable. Ashyr helped her onto the thing.

"Can we go now?" Said the impatient Selene. The disk floated a consistent five feet behind her like a dog far more calm and obedient than Bard ever was. Now the shortest legs they had to worry about were Ashyr's, as she was a couple inches shorter than Selene was. The ranger made up for it with better stamina.

"Oh ho!" Caleldir exclaimed, impressed and wanting to encourage the clearly un-altruistic Selene into helping the party more. "That is an elegant solution indeed. I, at least, am very grateful to have a mage of your ability with us. Thank you for all your help; it is greatly appreciated."

"Do not pander to me, boy." Selene snapped back. She still sounded irritated. Apparently one night of comfort was not enough to cure the woman's surliness. It was to be expected, considering how much life seemed to hate her recently.

Ashyr snickered quietly -- though not quietly enough to go unnoticed by the rest of the party. This must have been something like being a third party to her own sometimes painfully awkward conversations with... well, everyone. For some reason, there really wasn't any place Ashyr could go where she didn't have strange cultural differences that made everyone feel uncomfortable.

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After a few hours of keeping much better pace than before, Caleldir began to notice that the terrain around them was... different than he remembered. He scratched his head. Oh yes! On the way here he and Carlotta had not moved in a straight line: as they were following Ashyr's sometimes twisted trail rather than heading straight to the location they eventually found her at. Which was probably a good thing, as they found themselves in a distressing part of the forest. Obviously once lusher and more vibrant than its surroundings, the dense grove around a particularly rugged bit of terrain was now diseased. It was slimy and rotting, with the stench of grasping death and decay hanging about like thick mucus. No birds sang in the trees, although there were clouds of over-sized insects swarming in the air.

Both Ashyr and Bard grew uncomfortable the closer they got to the seemingly blighted portion of the forest. "We should go around this place." The drow ranger recommended. They weren't in THAT big of a hurry to get to the town. Ashyr was bold even for a drow, but she knew how to pick her battles. Bard whined his agreement. He'd stuck uncharacteristically close to his mistress as soon as he sensed the... wrongness about this part of the forest.

"Nonsense." Selene said firmly. She looked into the insect-ridden land with an arrogant gleam in her eye.

Then they fell into an argument in their native tongue. Mostly, it was about Ashyr accusing her of trying to show off in front of Caleldir. Selene responded by throwing more general insults at her older cousin, all of which did not seem to affect her. Then they were both boasting about their respective talents. Their words had a familiarity about them, as if this was not the first and would not be the last time they had this sort of conversation. Ashyr even seemed to be enjoying herself. Selene looked as irritated with the world as ever.

To Caleldir, listening to the natural cadence of Ashyr and Selene's native tongue was very helpful, as was learning the more modern words in it. Sadly though, as amusing as listening to the two Drow argue was, Caleldir felt he had to intervene at some point. "Ladies," he said in Undercommon, his accent now matching theirs perfectly, "Perhaps it would be better to go around. If for no other reason than that the smell is getting rather intolerable." He continued in Common. "Seriously, this place stinks, and we have no idea how large it is. Let us retreat to the edge, and travel around."

The rancid stench that Caleldir spoke of had started out rather slight, enough to be easily ignored, but as they traveled it grew in potency. Disturbingly, when they stopped, it continued to get worse. Then, the forest around them started to shake and sway, and a boiling, moist wind blasted across them. "That can't be good." Caleldir observed inanely.

It was not. A few seconds later, a huge multi-armed beast larger than four bears - apparently made of rotting vegetation, decaying animals, and living insects - came crashing through the woods, roaring at them. The creature took a swipe at Caleldir, who, predictably, did not dodge, and instead flew about forty yards away into a tree.

The three women scattered when the abomination came crashing through the forest. One of them screamed. Probably Carlotta. Definitely not Selene. Nope. The next noise was of shattered glass. The human had reflexively threw a bottle of extremely potent alcohol not for drinking (everyday) at the... whatever it was. It hit something hard on the horror and sprayed its contents everywhere.

"Hope you got some fire, Selene!" Carlotta called out before ducking behind the biggest tree she could find. Usually she caught the bottle on fire herself, but in her haste she'd forgotten. It was reasonable to assume that Selene could fix that problem.

"I have fire." Selene said with a haughty grin. She motioned with her hands. Then there was an extremely uncomfortable wave of heat and flash of light. A fireball roared through the forest and into the rotted creature. It roared with such force that the dying vegetation and slimy earth around it quaked and rumbled. The blast forced it to stumble back with smouldering bits of it breaking loose from it. The abomination turned towards Selene, anger in the mass of glowing insects that made up its eyes.

Meanwhile, Caleldir shakily stood up. "Ouch..." he grumbled. "That hurt." Forcing his attention away from his beating pain, he looked back towards the grove. He saw a flash of fire and heard a roar. "That thing is going to be going after Selene, now." He grumbled. "Well, time to do what I do best." He leapt towards the fight.

The monster ran closer to Selene, roaring as it did so, when Caleldir made a massive leap from a tree to the top of the creature. "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!" He yelled in Sylvan, mesmerization woven into the words. The creature's reaction was predictable, as it reached up and grabbed him, then, opening its huge maw-like mouth, swallowed him.

Ashyr, who had hunkered down behind a bush and was waiting for a chance to strike, saw Cal fly through the air toward the beast -- which would have been impressive, had he not been immediately eaten. Gross. The drow did not envy his position. It was a potentially good tactic, she supposed. If he had enough room to move, he could attack from the inside. Still. Ugh. "Got another one of those, cousin?" Ashyr yelled over to Selene. Ashyr could have physically attacked the thing, but fireballs seemed so much more convenient.

"A couple more." Selene confirmed.

"Don't burn the forest down!" The human called out, having now likewise taken cover behind a tree. "My people might be pissed."

"I think this portion needs a little burning." Selene retorted.

Ashyr was inclined to agree with her cousin. Forests were not supposed to have... that in them. As fond as she was with all this surface nature, she knew that sometimes fire was cleansing. "Just try not to burn Cal! Actually- never mind. He'll need a good burning after being in there." Otherwise she would have to travel with the stink of that abomination's innards.

After eating Caleldir, the creature grunted contentedly and turned towards Selene once more. Just in time for another fireball to its 'face'. It roared again, and took a swing at Selene. Then it stopped, and starting twisting around and around in circles, grasping and tearing at itself while making noises of indescribable anger and pain. In the throes of perhaps one of the worst cases of indigestion in the history of ever, the abomination began literally ripping itself apart, throwing small bits of itself all around. It began stumbling into trees and rocks, shredding and destroying everything around itself. Then, it stopped, roared again, and fell apart.

Caleldir, wearing armor rusted beyond repair, masses of indescribable gunk, and nothing else, emerged from the mess. He started hacking up some vile goo. "Well, that was terrible." He wheezed. He dropped his sword, now a thin strand of rusted metal that eroded into dust and floated away in his hands. "That thing's stomach was the most corrosive environment I can imagine. Excuse me while I die." With that, he collapsed onto the pile of gunk, half-transparent.

As he did so, the forest around them began to heal. The terrible stench disappeared, replaced by the smell of apple-blossoms and freshly cut grass. The vile goo surrounding Caleldir, who was now completely naked (which enhanced his transparency rather disturbingly), turned into a mound of dried flowers and rich earth. After telling her companions to stay back, Ashyr approached and crouched just outside the mount of flowers to wait in anxious anticipation.

After a few long minutes, Caleldir sat up, only a little bit on the transparent side. "No worries folks! I survived! My most suicidally reckless move yet, and I survived!" The small bit of ground around him that had started to dry, returned to normal. He stood up proudly, putting his fists on his hips and striking a heroic pose. "I have killed the great beast by the power of..." He thought for a moment, a puzzled look covering his face. "Actually, I do not know. It was terrible in there."

Ashyr grinned up at him quite lecherously when she saw him stand in triumph. She also looked relieved.

It was at this point where, looking down, Caleldir realized that he was naked. With a profoundly undignified high-pitched "AHH!" he fell into a crouching position and covered himself with his hands. A few seconds of amusement for the rest of the party (except for Selene, who looked like she was getting a headache) passed. Caleldir looked around himself again, and blinked. "Wait... all of you have already seen it before. There really is no point in covering up." He sighed. "Good thing I have access to better illusions now." He said with resignation. Waving his hand, his outfit from the party several nights ago appeared on him. He stepped off of the pile of dirt, and promptly lost his balance, crashing forward into Ashyr. "I really need more training." He muttered to her. "The practical kind, I am afraid."

The ranger was prepared for Caleldir lose his balance. He never seemed very steady after pulling a stunt like that. She wasn't quite expecting to feel his flesh as if he still were naked. That was... interesting. She bit her lip, then slid her hand down to briefly grope his ass. This was a good outfit. She liked this outfit. His skin did feel cold to the touch, though. Apparently that outfit was no protection from the elements.

A few more seconds was all Caleldir needed to be able to stand and walk on his own. He took a piece of bear jerky from Ashyr and looked around the forest. "This place has improved." He noted. "Well, I suppose that will be our good deed for the day. Shall we be on our way again?"

"I shall have to atone for that good deed later." Ashyr sighed. She grinned at him with affected ruefulness. Then she shook her head. The forest did look completely healed. It gave her a strange sort of satisfaction. Ashyr liked the forest. "Soon you'll have plenty of unbelievable true stories to tell everyone when you're bored." She told him fondly.

"To be honest, I already had a lot of completely unbelievable true stories to tell everyone." Caleldir stated matter-of-factly. "It is just that most of those stories revolve around things I would rather keep secret."

"Can we just go already?" Selene predictably asked them.

"Yes! Let us depart." Caleldir agreed. "If that floating platform is still functional, I think we can set off on a run now. We can still make town by sunset!" He thought for a moment, then amended his statement. "Provided, of course, that no other bizarre monsters of rot and destruction show up. The next one I am leaving to people who are better at not getting eaten."

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Soon after the group departed the grove, two feminine figures peeked over a nearby rock outcropping. "They really did it." the first whispered. "Four brave heroes have freed us."

The second figure nodded. "With the rot gone, our strength is returning. We must reward them." A lustful smile passed over her face. "Did you see the male one naked? With looks that good, he has to be a relative of ours."

The first figure smiled, licking her lips. "Oh, I did see him. And the two dark elves - It has been too long since I have had toys like that in my possession." She sighed. "I love rewarding heroes!"

Both women giggled.

The first stood up. "When they leave the town, we shall have the forest guide them to us. They will be ours." The women vanished into the forest.

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True to Caleldir's prediction, the four companions found themselves knocking on the gates to Carlotta's hometown just as the sun was beginning to set. "Well, that was an eventful trip." Caleldir observed.

"Who goes there?" Challenged a guard when he heard the knocking at the gate.

"It's me, Carlotta. And a couple friends." The redhead replied with a friendly smile.

The guard's face peered out at them through the tangle of vines and foliage that still blocked the entrance into the town. "Who's she?" He asked with suspicion. The eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar drow.

"Her?" Ashyr asked. "She's just my cousin coming for a visit. Don't worry, we probably won't stay very long."

"Fine. As long as there aren't a bunch more skeletons running after you." The guard said after a moment's deliberation.

Then a portion of the vines curled inward to make a space just large enough for the party to pass through one-by-one. "Let's get something to eat." Carlotta said. She looked excited to not have to eat any more bear jerky. The party agreed, and they went straight for the inn.

"Ah!" Caleldir said in a pleased tone as they entered. "I am so glad to see this place again. So many fond memories..." After saying this, he blushed intensely. He had just realized that pretty much all of those 'fond memories' were bizarrely sexual, and involved Ashyr in a variety of positions, but really only one state of dress. Rather tired, he sat down heavily at the table. Then, he grimaced. The wood felt rather strange against his bare bottom. His illusion kept him clothed, but he still felt naked. It was an awkward sensation. "I must be cursed." He muttered to the table. "Somehow, I keep losing all my clothing, armor, and weapons. It has begun to become something of a recurring inconvenience. Well, hopefully someone in this town will generously give me another set of clothing."
Once they were all seated, Dria approached them. Their hostess looked happy to see them -- especially Carlotta, who she had worried about. She joked that the wine didn't make itself, but otherwise seemed genuinely grateful that they were all okay. Food was quickly set out in front of them despite the suspicion that Dria - and everyone they walked past - directed at Selene. Not that Selene seemed to notice or care.

Ashyr ate quietly. There seemed to be gears turning in her head. Sometimes she would steal a glance across the table toward Caleldir, then to Carlotta beside her. Then she leaned toward the human and whispered something very softly into her ear. Whatever it was, it made Carlotta blush as furiously as Cal had done a couple minutes ago. She didn't reply, but her hand did move to rest against Ashyr's thigh under the table.

"There's a bathhouse, Selene, if you'd like to bathe." Ashyr told her cousin casually after that exchange was over.

The drow mage knew something was going on. She narrowed her eyes at her older cousin. "Is there?" She asked suspiciously. "I do need to clean myself off..."

Caleldir, focusing on his table manners as he was, missed whatever was transpiring between Carlotta and Ashyr. "There is indeed a bathhouse." Caleldir confirmed. "It is an... interesting place." Looking back on that morning, the one where Carlotta first watched he and Ashyr have sex, he remembered an intense shame and embarrassment. But now... Well, he had willingly fucked Ashyr while the dark elf went down on Carlotta, and cum twice while watching the human watch him. Huh. How far he had fallen in the last few days...

"I'll show you where it is." Carlotta said. Then she stood and led the curious but complying Selene. Bard ran after them at Ashyr's command. Just in case.

Once they were gone, Ashyr leaned forward over the table toward Cal. "Now that Lotta and Selene are out of out hair, would you like to go to our room?" She asked in the most suggestive tone possible.

Ashyr's excessively suggestive question roused him from his brief moment of moral regret. A smile crept across his face. "Well, my lady, I am feeling a bit tired." He stood up and held out his arm. "Shall I escort you to our quarters?"

"Yes please." Ashyr responded before she took his arm and let him lead her to their room. She felt a strange sort of thrill being able to touch his bare flesh though it looked like he was fully clothed.

Once she got into the room, she shut the door behind them (but did not lock it) and began to strip out of her clothes. She removed everything with complete casualness. Her motions were unhurried, but still quick and practical. It was a testament to how far Caleldir's attitude towards Ashyr had changed that he watched her undress with obvious interest, dropping the illusion of his clothing and lightly stroking his hardening member as she did. Ashyr turned to Caleldir and pressed her body against him, naked flesh against naked flesh. She reveled in the closeness, in that moment of rare privacy between them. As much as she liked luring multiple people in her bed, she also felt the strange urge to spend some time that was just the two of them. There was a little opportunity for that before her trap was sprung.

"You know, I feel like I haven't thanked you enough for coming to my rescue." She told him with a sly tone. He had saved her life then, even if she no longer needed rescuing. Her hand brushed against his lean muscles as she stood on her toes to give him a soft, lingering kiss, which he returned with soft tenderness. "If you're not too tired, I think I know of a good way to repay you."

"There really is no need to thank me." Caleldir said magnanimously. "I will always come for you, no matter the situation. I love you, Ashyr." Then, chuckling a little, he cupped her ass with his right hand and stroked her smooth back with his left. "Of course, I have no objection to being thoroughly and completely 'thanked.'" He said with a mixture of mischief and lust. "Shall I be the one to fall back onto the bed, or you?"

The drow bit her lip. A bit of color even darker than her skin rose to her cheeks. He might have been embarrassed to be physically naked, but she was far more wary of emotional nakedness. But she was distracted by the smiling lust in his expression. She liked that look very much.

"I'm afraid you're the one who has to fall on the bed." She told him with an over-dramatic sigh. Her lips pressed against his once more. Then she gently maneuvered the both of them so that, when she broke their kiss again, she was able to push him onto the bed and not onto the floor. Ashyr didn't join him immediately. Instead, and with a very wicked grin, she bent over her things and pulled out the length of rope she'd used on him before. With that in hand, she crawled over him on the bed, making him lie down on his back.

"You do seem to prefer being on top of the situation. And on top of me!" Caleldir laughed at his own joke. "Which is great, since I like you up there just fine!" This entire scene was becoming familiar, but never, never dull.

"I think you really liked this last time." She told him in a breathy, teasing voice. This time she brought her face very close to his, her slightly lidded red eyes stared into his.

Caleldir swallowed. The idea of her tying him up and then having her wicked way with him made his already hard dick twitch in anticipation. Being forced to lie still and take her sensual torture reminded him of Selene and the way he had lost his virginity, which was a memory that held a special power over him. He could only pretend that the comparison revolted him.

"I- I love you, too, you know." Her voice was less breathy then. If anything, she felt... vulnerable. Usually that was an intensely negative emotion for here. Here? Well, it felt sort of... right. He seemed surprised and pleased at the admission. She had a feeling that, had his arms not been tied, he would have embraced her then.

Vulnerability only stayed for a couple seconds. It faded from her features and she brought her lips down to kiss him thoroughly. As she did this, she began to expertly tie his hands above his head with her dexterous fingers. She quickly tied his wrists in the most comfortable and secure way she knew how, careful not to cut off his circulation. She knew secure pretty well. Normally she wasn't so worried about comfortable. Her recent acquaintance with ropes left her with a new appreciation for just how painful they could be. Ashyr didn't want to hurt Caleldir. She simply wanted to incapacitate him. Once his wrists were tied, she secured the other end of the rope to the bed. This time, she didn't give him quite so much room to escape if he chose to.

Ashyr almost felt bad for what she had set up. He wasn't going to be too happy about it. Not initially, anyway.

The drow leaned over her captive and kissed a trail from his lips, down his neck, across his collarbone, and down the center of his body until she reached his turgid dick. His long sigh made her smile. Then she did something she hadn't done yet. Her tongue licked a line up his cock from base to tip. Then it flicked around to circle his lower head. She spent a little time doing that before letting as much as she could take slide into her warm mouth. A quick glance at his face told her that, while a bit shocked, he was enjoying the new sensation immensely.

The door opened to admit Carlotta. Even before she saw what was going on, her face was almost entirely red. She entered, then shut the door behind her. Ashyr didn't stop what she was doing. She'd clearly expected this. The human began to wordlessly strip down to her skin. Her lust-filled but slightly embarrassed eyes were fixed on the drow's dark body.

Caleldir started up a little, trying to look up and see who it was and what they were doing. A deep red flush crossed his face, and his eyes darted to Ashyr. "You... planned this." He said feebly. Then again, he had had sex with Ashyr while Carlotta watched before. It was really nothing new. He let out a sigh, dropping his head back to the bed and going back enjoying Ashyr's mouth around his dick. So Ashyr liked an audience. He had to admit it was rather exciting himself.

Carlotta bit her lip quite hard. Seeing Caleldir tied to the bed was strangely thrilling. She crawled onto the bed with the two of them, all the while watching what Ashyr was doing in fascination. Then the drow stopped, and gave Carlotta a wicked grin. The human looked rather nervous, actually, but she was also aroused and excited to do whatever it was Ashyr wanted her to do.

"Come here, darling." Ashyr said softly. Her dark hand was at the base of his dick, slowly rubbing him up and down.

"Wha... what are you..." He could not make himself for the words. Carlotta was nervous, he realized, even more nervous than she had been the two times she had watched them.

Carlotta looked from Ashyr to Caleldir's member, then back again. She didn't pay too much attention to his face. Lotta drew in closer to gently, experimentally draw her tongue across the head. As she did this, she could see Ashyr's hand leave his dick and begin absently caressing his lower abdomen.

"I planned this." Ashyr finally confirmed. The drow's wicked grin had faded slightly in concentration as she watched the human start to pleasure her lover with her mouth.

Caleldir had shivered at the touch of Carlotta's tongue on his dick. "No..." he said weakly. He had sworn to himself that he would take no lover but Ashyr: that was how he had soothed his conscience up until now. As much as he desired Carlotta, anything with her was strictly forbidden. He looked over at Ashyr, trying to summon up a reproachful, betrayed look. It worked to make Ashyr seem guilty right up until Carlotta took in his entire length, at which point his anger was replaced by lust. As inexperienced as Carlotta clearly was, her mouth still felt amazing, the kinky guilt he felt only intensifying his pleasure.

It was not very long before he began to feel his first orgasm building up within him. "Carlotta..." he moaned out. "You have to stop... I cannot hold back any longer..."

Carlotta stopped the moment Caleldir told her that he couldn't hold back anymore, which actually drew a sigh of guilty regret from him. She backed off slightly, casting a confused look over to Ashyr as she did so. The drow only grinned back at her. Then she leaned forward to capture the human's mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. Ashyr's hand slipped away from Cal and down Carlotta's stomach instead. Gentle fingers began to lightly caress the human's folds. Lotta groaned softly in appreciation.

Caleldir's mind inexplicably flashed back to that day, which had not really been all that long ago, when Ashyr had rescued him from that torturer. She had mentioned the 'good kind of torture' back then, and at the time he had scoffed at the idea. But the more time he spent with her, the more he understood what she had meant. Watching two beautiful women tease him to such an insane degree of arousal, and then abandon him to begin messily making out with each other, this truly was a new height of torture.

The drow abandoned the human after a good couple of minutes of kissing and fondling. She pulled her two very wet fingers out from her vagina and turned her attention back to Cal. Ashyr moved up to his head with a stalking crawl, then straddled him across his abdomen. She hunched over slightly and began kissing him thoroughly.

As he was kissing Ashyr, Caleldir started to feel someone licking his dick. Since Ashyr's tongue was inside his mouth, that had to be Carlotta. He began to protest again, but could not with Ashyr kissing him like that. His body did tense up however, only to relax (with a bit of disappointment) when Carlotta pulled her mouth away. But as her weight continued to shift around the bed, a small panic hit him. What was the woman doing? He tried to crane his neck up to see, but only managed to press his mouth deeper to Ashyr's. His curiosity would not go unanswered for long, as the next thing he knew, he felt the tip of his cock brushing up against someone's labial lips, and then slowly begin to push then apart as the woman lowered herself down on him. That was not Ashyr. He was now having sex with Carlotta. By the awkward way which she pressed down, he was the first man to do so, too. Somehow that idea excited him, but the excitement was buried under a tidal wave of panic.

Ashyr had the feeling that Caleldir was sort of freaking out, though he was forced into silence by their kiss. She could feel the human behind her, and knew exactly what she must be doing. The drow found the whole situation extremely erotic, though she sort of envied Carlotta's position at the moment. Lotta was too busy being overwhelmed by new experiences, and Caleldir was too busy being tied up. Neither could pay her the attention she wanted. One of her own hands went to her clit to begin rubbing hard and fast. Her other hand rose to caress the side of his face in a hopefully comforting gesture. Her lips lingered against his for a couple moments longer.

Meanwhile, the redhead very carefully -- and awkwardly, at first -- began lifting herself up and down on top of him. She made small, gasping noises as she moved him in her body. It felt... different that was she was used to.

With a soft sigh, Ashyr pulled her lips away from the clearly aroused, confused Cal. He swallowed, and seemed about to say something. Ashyr spoke first. "Just relax. Enjoy." She whispered to him soothingly. Then she sat up and dismounted Cal's chest. She shifted behind Carlotta, this time straddling only one of Caleldir's legs. The drow began to help Lotta with her hip movements, murmuring instructions and words of encouragement. Quickly Carlotta's movements became more confident and better coordinated. Ashyr rubbed her own sex against the leg she straddled in long, slow motions. It helped dull the ache a little. She was beginning to wish one of the people in bed were more sexually experienced - but not quite hard enough to go and find Selene.

Caleldir found himself wondering how could he relax when he was... Well, she had a point. This was happening regardless, so might as well enjoy it. Well, he could probably protest enough that the two women would stop, but he could not insult Carlotta that way. The petite redhead looked equally sexy, adorable, and vulnerable on top of him like that, as Ashyr worked to corrupt the both of them. His angry protests melted away when he saw her face. But he had to say something. "How did Ashyr talk you into this?" He asked. She was not even drunk! After he spoke, he groaned and twisted a little, as his dormant partial-orgasm began to return.

Carlotta would have blushed if her face hadn't already been flushed with effort and arousal. She bit her lip in thought for a moment, then responded to Caleldir's question, "She can be very persuasive." She told him. It was a much more complicated issue than that, of course. Such issues would take a while to explain -- and it would require that she focus on something other than how he felt inside her. Carlotta was unwilling to go through the details.

Ashyr grinned. Yes. Persuasive. It helped that she hadn't exactly been truthful with, well, either of them. She made sure that Carlotta didn't suspect that this was anything near non-consensual. Ashyr sort of... implied that this behavior was normal with the two of them. And it was. Kind of. Lolth, she still felt sort of bad about this. Still not bad enough to stop. Ashyr hadn't changed that much. The drow put her hands on Carlotta's hips to help her ride a little bit faster. Once she got that rhythm down, her hands roamed across the smaller woman's body, her lips pressed against her neck. All the while, she rubbed herself against his leg. "He's getting close." She warned, a breathy whisper in the human's ear.

Apparently it was possible for Carlotta to get more red.

Looking back and forth between Carlotta and Ashyr, Caleldir groaned. Of course. Ashyr had talked Carlotta into this thinking that he knew full well what was going on, or at least that he had no objections. And Carlotta had gone along with it. Well, now he really could not protest. If he did, Carlotta would know that she had participated in a pseudo-rape situation. That would be a cruel thing to do to her. Of course, the fact that the inside of her vagina felt as nice as it did provided a pretty large consolation prize. Not to mention the fact that watching Ashyr coach her into pleasuring him more was a terrifically arousing sight, or it would have been were it possible for him to be any more aroused. Ashyr having already given Carlotta the warning, Caleldir did not feel the need to repeat it. Instead, he just bucked his hips up into her and tensed all his muscles as he shot forth his seed into the human woman. He gave Ashyr a slightly reproachful look, but gave Carlotta an awkward smile.

Ashyr had guided one of the human's hands to Carlotta's sensitive folds and got her to start rubbing herself there. That, combined with Caleldir's sudden bucking, was enough to bring her over the edge a few seconds after she felt that subtle throbbing inside her. Ashyr's pressure on her hips told her to slow down and stop -- which she was quite glad to do. Her body shuddered with pleasure and was weak to the point where she didn't think she could keep going anyway. She might have fallen forward if the drow hadn't been there to steady her. The human's eyes were shut tight, and therefore missed the exchange of looks between Ashyr and Caleldir.

The grin that Ashyr shot back at Caleldir was actually sort of guilty. She saw that reproachful look. She knew exactly why he was giving it to her. Hell, she probably deserved worse. The torture of not joining the other two in orgasm probably didn't count.

Caleldir shook his head a little at Ashyr's guilty grin. He did not want to admit it right now, but her incorrigible lusts was one of his favorite parts about her, so he could not really stay all that mad at her sexual betrayal. Especially when said betrayal resulted in such powerful orgasms. Or maybe that was just the afterglow thinking.

Carlotta dismounted after she took a moment to recover. She sat next to Caleldir on the bed with her legs curled up underneath her. Then she returned his awkward smile with one of her own. While she did this, Ashyr untied his wrists to free him from the bed.

"That was... different." Said Carlotta.

"Yes." Ashyr chuckled lightly in agreement. "So what do you think, are you a changed woman?"

"Um." She looked from Ashyr to Caleldir. "Probably not. I mean, this was fun, but..." Carlotta shrugged.

Caleldir pulled his arms back and began to run where the ropes had been, she had down a good job of not cutting off circulation, but his joints still ached a bit. "Yes, it was different." Caleldir agreed. "I certainly was not expecting that." He watched the exchange between Carlotta and Ashyr. Hmm... "So, you still prefer women then?" Caleldir chuckled. "I can sympathize. I should be grateful you were willing to make an exception." He abruptly switched back on his nymphen aura. "Then again, I suppose I am just that pretty." With that innocent face of hers, it was really impossible to resent Carlotta anything. Experimentally, he wrapped his arm around her, to see if she would push him away.

"Well you've picked up on that at least." The drow said with an amused laugh. She never knew what he'd understand, and what would go completely over his head.

Carlotta readily curled into Caleldir's arms. Cuddles were one of the things that she liked regardless of gender. She pressed a gentle kiss against his neck before she rested her head on his chest. "If I had to choose a man, it would be you." The human informed him. "You're gorgeous." But she did not have to choose a man. She had her own life, her own interests. Even if she had the short lifespan of a human, she still had time to find someone more suited to her sexual and emotional needs.
Lightly caressing the diminutive woman's hair with the arm not around her, Caleldir let out a contented sigh. He agreed with Carlotta on the importance of cuddling. "You are very beautiful yourself." He returned her compliment. "And I enjoyed our time together."

When Ashyr leaned against them, a smirk began to flow across Caleldir's face. Although Ashyr was trying to just cuddle the two of them, her touches were a bit more... amorous than either of theirs were. She was definitely still as aroused as ever. Well, he could go for another round soon enough himself, but on the other hand, he did want to get back at her for springing this on him. It was impossible to be angry with Carlotta, after all. "So... Carlotta." Caleldir began. "I think that Ashyt would like to have some attention. Should we give her some, or just go to sleep?"

Carlotta sighed as she gave Caleldir's question some thought. While she understood that he meant those words to tease Ashyr, it was a legitimate question. She had other things to do. Even after resting on that strange floating disk for a lot of the day she was exhausted.

"Go drink your potion, darling." Ashyr told the human. "Unless, of course, you want-"

"Ah- no. Nope." Carlotta said quickly before the drow could finish her sentence. She kissed Caleldir's cheek one last time, then squirmed her way out of his embrace and off of the bed. After she got dressed she unlocked the door. Before leaving, she turned back and said, "G'night Caleldir, Ashyr."

"Night, Lotta. We'll come say goodbye before we leave town."

"Yeah, I have some useful potions to give you before you go." The human informed them.

It was rather interesting to see Carlotta beat such a hasty retreat. "Goodnight, Carlotta." He bid her farewell. "I too will see you in the morning. I look forward to the potions." In the back of his mind, he wondered where Selene was going to sleep. Well, at this point she might as well sleep here. The three of them had already all had sex with each other, after all.

Once the door was locked and Carlotta was outside, Caleldir turned towards Ashyr. "So..." He said carefully. "I really feel as if I should be angrier than I am." He let out a long sigh. "You know full well I would not have agreed to this if I had known about it." His expression of exhausted resignation disappeared, replaced by playful vengeance. He and Carlotta had been pretty sated. Ashyr had only been riled up. It was time to take advantage of that fact. "Perhaps I should follow Carlotta's example, and just go to sleep." He said in a mock serious tone.

Ashyr licked her lips, a more nervous expression than sexual. She gave him another guilty sort of grin. "I'm uh- sorry?" It was a really shitty apology. She was not sorry for what she did, she was only sorry that Caleldir reacted the way he did (which was totally expected.) "You can go to sleep if you want to. I'd understand." Ashyr told him. It wasn't a huge sacrifice on her part. No doubt she'd be able to convince Selene to take care of that almost painful need she felt in exchange for similar treatment. Ashyr would have much preferred being with Caleldir, though. Her hand was still tracing the muscles of his back, and the hand that had been on Carlotta's leg was now on Cal's. She didn't seem to notice that she was doing it.

Sighing, Caleldir shook his head. "I know full well that you are not in the least bit sorry, and I have a strong suspicion that you would do it again. To be completely honest, I do not hate that aspect of your personality." His next words came out rather quietly and very reluctantly. "Just... do not trick me into sex with too many women, please?"

"I promise I won't trick you into having sex with too many women." It was a relative concept: 'too many women.' It probably meant vastly different things to the both of them. "If it makes you feel any better, there's really only three women that ever existed that I'd share you with so far. One is dead, another only likes women, and I think I'm still mad at the third." She gave him a rueful grin.

"Well, I am still a bit agitated with Selene myself." He said, certain that that was who Ashyr meant by the third woman. "But at this point, it seems pretty pointless to be mad at her for stealing my virginity and setting me on the path of bondage threesomes with bisexual beauties. That is really more your fault now." He sighed. "But I cannot be mad at you for very long."

Once that was settled, Caleldir wrapped his arms around her. "I am not that tired yet. Perhaps we can have some fun while Selene is gone." He blushed deeply and looked away, his next words very soft and embarrassed. "Before Carlotta came in, you... did something with your mouth that I had not thought of before. Perhaps we can try that? If you would like, I could try licking yours while you lick mine." Before she could respond, he hastily changed the subject. "Will Selene be sharing this room with us? If so, you will be the one in the middle."

Ashyr's platinum eyebrows rose. That was quite the creative suggestion for someone as new to things as he was. She ignored his subject change for the moment. "Um, well, there's a bit of a problem with that physically; I'm a foot shorter than you. If we can manage to get past that, I'm game. You should probably practice on me first while I can give feedback. It's a little more complicated than just licking." A naughty grin spread across her face as she said the last bit. It was actually a practical suggestion, but it had some added benefits.

He listened to her advice on the fellatio (which was the word for it, now that he thought back to some of the more... interesting dictionaries he had read). "I suppose that you are right on the height difference. I suppose that I could shrink..." He looked to see that Ashyr furrowed her brow at that idea. "But I would have to really research how first. For now, I suppose I will just practice on you. I have already came once today, after all." He pursed his lips. "So... do I lay down and have you sit on my face, or do you lay down and I put my face between your legs? I admit, I am new to this level of perversion."

"We'll think of another way to pleasure each other simultaneously. Aside from the obvious way." Her mouth twisted in contemplation. "You do have that telekinesis thing you seem to be getting good at. Never mind. A thought for later." She was too horny to experiment that wildly. That sort of thing required a different combination of horniness and boredom. Caleldir seemed to already be thinking about it, judging from his thoughtful expression. Still, she wanted to move on for the moment.

The drow shifted to the head of the bed, and put a couple pillows behind her back to prop herself up slightly. "We can do it multiple ways." She informed him. "I think it'll be easier for now if I lay down." Ashyr smirked, then opened her legs to him. One of her hands casually played with her sex. The other fondled her breast. "Whenever you're ready."

He watched Ashyr prop herself up and open her legs. His mouth went dry looking at her inviting womanhood. "Oh, I am definitely ready." He said. Crawling over to her, he slid his hands along the outside of her thighs as he pushed his mouth up next to her sex. It smelled... very arousing, actually. He licked experimentally. Did not taste too bad either. Well, now was his chance to do something for her for once. He began by licking around her labial folds, sometimes teasing as if he would go farther inside, but then pulling back. He thought that this might get her good and riled up. After around a minute of this, he finally thrust his tongue all the way inside her. Not knowing what else to do, he began acting as if he was kissing her, exploring her vagina as he normally did her mouth.

Ashyr's eyes rolled back slightly, and her eyelids fluttered with the pleasure of feeling his tongue on her. Her hand rested on his head, and thread through his hair lightly. His teasing was at least as effective as he hoped. The drow let out a little frustrated breath, but otherwise looked quite pleased with what he was doing. It made it all the sweeter to feel him reach her core. She groaned in appreciation. That felt good. "Here." She said, and spread the top of her lower lips with the hand that had been on his head. "Focus more on this." The drow instructed. One finger slipped down to rub briefly on the slightly raised flesh between her labia. "Otherwise, you're doing great for someone with no experience. Don't be afraid to use your hand, too."

Caleldir's reply, whatever it was, was muffled by the fact that he did not pull his head away from her nethers. But he was definitely listening, and, as close as his eyes were, watching as well. He quickly complied, focusing on that raised bit of flesh. If his memory served him correctly, that was her clitoris. In addition to pushing his oral assault to a different location, Caleldir also moved his hands. His left slid up her body to just beneath her breasts, while his right slid from her outer thigh inward, until he pushed one, then two, fingers inside her. He went at licking and stroking her as much as he could in the confined space available, not quite sure if he was doing what he was supposed to, but going at it with enthusiasm all the same.

"That's it- Oh, Cal-" Ashyr breathed. She let her head fall back and her hips began to grind against him very gently. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. As aroused and teased as she already was, Ashyr felt her body build toward release with good speed. She concentrated on that feeling, on how his mouth felt against her. "Harder- dont' st-" But she was already there. The drow cried out softly, and lifted her hips into him as she did so. Her breath quick, shaky bursts as she rode out the ecstasy. Even as she was recovering from that first, powerful orgasm, she practically begged, "Get up here and fuck me, Cal." Her eyes looked down at him with unbridled lust. His mouth and fingers were nice, but she wanted to be filled by him, to feel his body against hers.

If he was normally pleased after helping a woman to orgasm, this time he was far more so than usual, and more justifiably too. He pulled his head away from the grip her hips had around them, breathing deeply. He smiled a lopsided, half-proud half-self-conscious smile. "I still think I need more practice." He said. "Practice makes perfect, after all. If you do not mind helping me in that area..." He trailed off suggestively. But as he met Ashyr's lustful red eyes with his tender, though mischievous, blue ones, thoughts of that sort of practice fell by the wayside. Sitting up a little, he bowed forward. "As you wish, my lady." He said with overblown gallantry. He crawled up the bed until his body was aligned over hers. Lining up his dick to her entrance, he pushed inside her rather more forcefully than he had last time, and began thrusting back and forth with confidence.

But time was getting on quite a bit faster than either Ashyr or Caleldir expected.

Selene had finished her bath; she'd made it pretty quick. There was something afoot and she was curious as to what was going on. Unfortunately, she'd missed the part she'd be truly interested in. She wouldn't have minded spending time with that little redhead. When she opened the door of the room Dria directed her to, she walked in on Ashyr letting the pale one have control over the situation. It was interesting, but not too much so. Usually Ashyr preferred to be dominant but Selene knew her to switch things up sometimes. Such as that time when Selene was the first to sample her lover's wares. An arrogant smirk crossed her face, and she walked into the room and shut the door behind her.

Ashyr shot her a look that was as much of a glare as she could muster while so thoroughly enjoying herself. Then she signed with her hand. -Watch. Don't join.-

"Fine." Selene sighed aloud. Then she pulled up a chair and did as she was asked.

Caleldir's pace faltered for a bit upon hearing Selene's voice, but looking at Ashyr's expression and hand signals, he quickly deduced that he was expected to keep going. An embarrassed look crossed his face, but he forced it away. Let her watch if she wanted to. It was not long before he could feel that familiar brewing in his loins. He quickened and strengthened his pace, until the bed began to squeak and shift more than ever before. He continued his pace even as the build up in his balls grew too powerful to deny any longer, and he burst out inside her again.

Ashyr appreciated his quicker pace. She liked a good, hard fuck as much as any drow. She came quite a few strokes sooner than Cal did. The second orgasm always seemed to arrive quicker than the first, in her experience. Then there was that strangely glorious feel of him ejaculating inside her. Ashyr was a very happy drow by the time he stopped moving inside her.

Selene (who had been quietly masturbating in the corner and was, consequently, naked) stood and carefully approached the pair once they looked well enough recovered from afterglow. Ashyr watched her, but did not stop her. She did maneuver Cal to the other side of the bed so that she could lie between him and Selene. "Have a nice bath?" Ashyr asked in undercommon.

"It was adequate." Selene responded in the same language.

"I am glad to hear that your bath was adequate." Caleldir said seriously, though the remnants of lust and embarrassment at that lust were still in his expression. He matched their language as a matter of course. He looked towards Ashyr. "Tomorrow at first light, we should go the the baths too. All the gunk from that monster turned into flowers, it is true, so technically I am clean, but I still feel like its stomach slime is in some annoying places on my body. Not that either of you wanted to know that." By this time, he had pulled the blanket over him. He would have dressed himself, but he still did not have any clothes after his last suit disintegrated. So, he just had to resign himself to sharing the bed while naked with two women who did not seem to be inclined to dress themselves. At least Ashyr formed a buffer between him and her cousin.

"Ugh." Ashyr said. "Y'know, as effective as it turned out, I really don't recommend that particular fighting style you discovered." She wriggled under the blankets with him and curled up as close as she could, facing him. After all, Selene needed room to sleep. "I do feel like I can use a good bath, though. Don't know when we'll get another opportunity as good as this one. Maybe this time you won't run away before you're finished." She teased.

"No, getting oneself eaten by the monster is not the best tactic, nor was it my intention anyway. I am just bad at fighting." Caleldir said cheerfully, still matching her language. He snuggled up to Ashyr. He always felt better when their bodies were pressed close together. He continued talking with his now regular tone of playful mischief. "When it comes to the bathhouse tomorrow: I reckon that as long as our audience is as pretty as Carlotta, I do not fancy that I will try to escape."

"Anyway, if we're going to get up at the crack of dawn, I'd like to go to sleep now." The ranger said with a yawn. And with that, Ashyr closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Her arms wrapped around Cal in an almost possessive grasp. All three dropped into sleep eventually.