A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 13: Familiarity

"You say strange things sometimes." Ashyr replied. Her hand wandered down to brush against his crotch. It wasn't the best angle, but she managed to rub his robe up and down gently where his dick was. "You know, I think it's been far too long since you've been inside me." It had only been, like, ten minutes. Didn't matter to her. Felt like too long. Ashyr shifted so she could pull aside the cloth covering him. Then she continued rubbing his exposed manhood. "We can eat more later." She whispered huskily into his ear, her lips brushing against him as she spoke.

Ashyr's words caused his dick to practically begin twitching. Of course, they had just finished having sex. Two or three times, depending on how you measured it. Perhaps it was too much? ... "I think the bed would be a bit more comfortable." Caleldir observed. This did not stop him from shrugging out of his robe again, and his hands moving to pull the bottom of Ashyr's shirt up and over her head. "For my part." He said shyly. "I think it has been too long since we have enjoyed the feel of each others' bodies." Though reluctant to admit it, he needed to feel her naked skin against his.

He was right. It would be much more comfortable on the bed. Where she sat now, she was very likely to get her back ground into the table. The food would be in danger of getting all over them as well. This would not be a favorable outcome, as she wanted to eat the food, not be covered in it. Ashyr took him by the hand and pulled him toward the inviting softness of the bed. "Lie down." She whispered with her signature naughty grin.

He briefly considered her order before complying. Something about the way she said it unnerved him. Then again, perhaps she just liked being on top. It might have been a Drow thing. "Yes, milady." He said cheekily as he rested his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes and relaxed. He was too tense. If he became too very tense, he would go full faerie again. As much as Ashyr might enjoy the aesthetics of his faerie form, that personality got him into places he otherwise would not go. Like here. Actually, perhaps it was better to lose control...

Ashyr glanced sideways at her gear that was placed in the corner of the room. The end of a rope was hanging outside of it. Her mouth twisted slightly in thought. That would make things interesting. But things were already quite interesting. "Should I?" She said to herself thoughtfully.

"Should you what?" He asked Ashyr with curiosity. His fey personality spoke up. "If you want to, sure." The rational part of his mind raged a bit: never agree to something that you do not understand.

She glanced over at him where he stretched out on the bed. Amusement danced across her face. He had no idea what he was agreeing to. That was dangerous, considering some of the things she knew others of her kind were in to. Some of it she wouldn't even touch with a ten foot pole. Probably because the ten foot pole was involved somehow. Well, he had said she should whatever it was she was thinking about doing.

"Don't worry." She said in a teasing voice. "I won't get too carried away." Which was the truth, actually, by her standards. "Tell me if you want be to stop and I will." Probably.

"Understood. I will tell you if you go too far." His voice changed to the smoother, richer fae tones. "Then again." His half-nymph nature mused. "If you did not press things despite my objections, we would not be here anyway."

Then she paced over to the room and pulled out the rope from her things. The material was on the rough side, and not really her first choice for this sort of activity. She'd seen the way his skin healed over cuts as if they'd never happened. A little rope burn probably wouldn't phase him. Ashyr untied it as she walked back over to the bed, climbed into it, and sat straddling Caleldir. "Still want to do this?" She asked.

Ashyr must have liked Cal a lot. She was being pretty damn respectful.

He did wonder what exactly she was planning on doing with that rope. Oh well. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Caleldir swallowed, uncertain. "Well..." he said slowly. "I did tell you to teach me... So whatever it is that you want to do." What it was that she was planning still escaped him however.

Seriously, the man had no imagination. Not when it came to the bedroom, anyway. Maybe he spent it all making up those crazy stories for the amusement of all his friends. She sighed and shook her head with a half-rueful, half-amused smile. Then she scooted up on Cal's chest, grabbed him by the wrists, and tied them firmly together with quick, practiced motions. The drow was clearly versed in getting someone's hands tied and immobile before they really knew what was going on. With her next move, she tied the rope to the bedpost so that he was forced to hold his hands over his head. As this motion naturally allowed her to lean forward, she pressed her lips against his with a hungry passion. Perhaps it would distract him long enough to not realized he was being tied down until it was too late.

Ashyr sat back with a satisfied look on her face. "It's a shame I don't have a second rope." She mused. "Then I could tie your feet as well. Ah, never mind. Hindsight and all that." The look on her face turned predatory again, though it wasn't quite as serious as it had been before. She began running her fingers across every inch his body just to enjoy the feel of him while he could do nothing to stop her. Well, actually he could probably get free if he was determined enough and willing to break the bed. She doubted that to be the case. Her motions were very similar to Selene's now. Ashyr hoped that wouldn't freak Caleldir out too much.

By the time Caleldir realized what Ashyr's intentions were, it was too late to protest them. Even if he had been of a mind to do so. He was still not entirely sold on the situation though. He pulled on the ropes. He realized he could escape them if absolutely necessary, provided he was not being distracted. "So this is what Selene and you were up to." He mused. "Is this a typical part of the Drow Mating Ritual? If so I-" Whatever Caleldir would have said was lost in a rather undignified squeak. Her touch had grown more possessive and insistent. It felt amazing. But there was something about the way that she was running her fingers along his body while he was rendered immobile that he found highly familiar... wait. Selene had done this exact same thing. If it would have been possible for him to get much more aroused, that realization would have done it. He closed his eyes. "I can really tell that you two are related." He eventually gasped out. The recreation of the beginning stages of his rape should have freaked him out, but it seemed only to be making him harder and hornier. He was not sure if he liked what that said about him.

"No. Not any sort of drow mating ritual." She said with a grin as she caressed his helpless body. "Those are usually more... public." Her lips began following the same pattern as her fingers, kissing softly, sensually. Both her fingers and her lips purposefully avoided touching his dick. She let them get closer each time, but always moved away. "Anyway, this requires a good deal more trust than most of my kind can put on one another. As was recently demonstrated."

"Public!?" Caleldir moaned. "Why on earth would... Oh that feels amazing." And it did. Ashyr seemed determined to one-up Selene, following her touches with kisses. It was more than a little maddening though, as his cock ached for attention that never seemed to arrive. When he could finally talk again (this seemed to begin to be a reoccurring problem with him now), he responded to her words about Drow and trust. "I do not imagine that there is all that much trust in the Underdark." He observed.

Ashyr moved up after her last sweep and sat straddling his lower abdomen. She leaned forward until her breasts rubbed against her chest and her lips were just the smallest fraction away from his. "This is what I meant by the good kind of torture." Then she pressed backwards until he could feel the heat of her opening against his hardness. The drow stopped before forcing penetration, another echo of Selene's treatment of him. They were very definitely related - or at least their sexual experiences overlapped enough that they had similar tastes and techniques. It was a side-effect of being in the same household.

Caleldir strained against his bonds a little, before realizing what he was doing and tried to relax. It was frustratingly pleasurable to not be able to do anything but lay there and endure. "I see what you mean: this is both good and torture!" He said with some stress in his voice. He lifted his hips a little in a vain attempt to enter her.

Ashyr let out a shuddering sigh. That feeling of power over another person, that knowledge she was was driving him mad, made up for not feeling his hands all over her body. But she was also near the end of her restraint. It was so tempting just to press against him... Instead she lifted her arms to press against his wrists - not to untie them, but to hold him down to keep him from straining against his bonds and to accentuate the control she had over him. Her lips lowered finally to brush against his. She kissed him gently. While she did so, she shifted her hips up and down to rub her womanhood against his lower head, still not letting him penetrate.

With every passing moment, Caleldir gained a new appreciation for what Ashyr had so aptly deemed 'the good kind of torture'. When Selene had done this to him, the fact that he was trying to resist her made it easier to resist her. With Ashyr, he was trying to participate: be an active partner. Then again, perhaps being an active participant was overrated. Her constant torturous teasing was the best worst thing that had ever happened to him since at very least Selene.

Finally, when she felt like she was torturing herself at least as much as she was Cal, she broke the contact she had with his lips. The drow pressed down and slowly accepted his tip inside her. The connection made her groan and her eyes flutter shut. Excruciatingly slow, she kept going until he was fully inside her. Once completely impaled, she sat up and, as slowly as she did everything else, began fucking him.

As much maddening fun as he was having trying and failing to get himself inside her (that trick that she did where she rubbed her pussy over his cock without actually letting him penetrate her was especially delightful) he let out an audible sigh of relief when she actually began to impale herself on him. Getting into the spirit of things, he did not thrust up into her, but let her stretch out the entry as long as possible, savoring every agonizing second. "I suppose this is revenge for my teasing slowness when I was on top." He managed to say. "Best revenge ever."

"What can I say? I'm a vengeful spirit." She breathed as she shifted her hips back and forth on top of him to hit that delightful spot inside her. Her words were accompanied by a wicked grin, but it had the distracted quality of the pleasure she was experiencing. She was glad to hear that he was enjoying himself. It made her strangely happy, actually. Usually she only cared that her partners enjoyed themselves because it would make it more likely for them to come back to her bed. Ashyr's motives had always been nothing but selfish. Now? Not so much...

Her left hand rose to play with her breasts, and she looked at him with a teasing expression - almost as she if was taunting him with his lack of ability to move and caress those breasts himself. Her right hand, meanwhile, found itself in the upper soft folds of her sex and began running circles around her clit. All the while, she kept up that slow pace - even slower than Caleldir had taken when she was on top.

If Ashyr was going to try to tax his willpower, well, Caledir would endure. He resisted his urge to buck his hips up into her, and forced himself to sit still. He closed his eyes. Her varied hip movements were pumping him in new and exciting ways, and he wanted to savor the sensation. It was somewhat relaxing, actually. When he opened his eyes though, his gaze met her hypnotizing crimson eyes glimmering over a teasing smile as she began to play with her breasts. An urge to help her with that particular problem hit his hands, and he tugged on his bonds for a forgetful moment. "Oh, come on!" He moaned. "That is just not fair!" His complaint had an undertone of masochistic pleasure despite his annoyed tone.

His complaints coupled with the rotation of her fingers send Ashyr over the edge. That was when she could stand the slow pace any longer. Her body began to slam into him with an enthusiastic slapping sound that she didn't care the rest of the inn could likely hear.

It was not long after this that Caleldir began to feel his release coming. He decided not to fight it this time, and when it came he stiffened and began pumping his seed into her. Not as much as the first two times, but still a rather large amount given that it was his third orgasm. He fell back down to the bed, breathing heavily. Who knew that sex could be so exhausting even when you were not doing anything?

Ashyr gasped. She then grinned, and leaned forward to free her captive, having to also free herself from his dick in the process. Instead of sitting back up afterward, she shifted slightly to one side and snuggled contentedly into his chest. The drow was breathing heavily as well. "You're so easy to please." She said absently as she ran a soft finger against his exposed chest.

Caleldir took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ashyr as she snuggled up to him. The afterglow was almost better than the sex itself, in his opinion. "Well," he said in reply. "I do not exactly have a wealth of experience to judge you against. The only people I have ever had sex with have been dominant Drow of House Duskhaven. And I am happy keeping it that way."

"I guess you have it pretty good, then. Best women in the Underdark. Too bad we're a dying breed." She said. It was an extremely dark statement, but there was a sort of strange amusement in her tone.

Caledir mentally smacked himself. Mentioning Ashyr's family was a bad move. He needed to watch his tongue a bit better else he would end up tasting his foot again. Still she could have taken it worse. Her dark remark actually sounded like something that he could have said on a similar topic.

"What do you think?" She said, changing the subject, "Should we stay in here until the feast or actually get our asses up?" She could hear the inn stir around her, and felt the excitement of Bard as more people were around to give him some attention. The drow felt that it would be nice to get some fresh air eventually that day, but she was also loath to leave the bed. She wasn't sure if she could call their brains fucked out yet, either. That had been the goal, after all.

He thought on her question, then chuckled. "I am pretty sure you can guess my reply: of course we should be good citizens and help out with preparation. I fully intend to do my share of work, after all." He hesitated for a moment, then continued a little softer. "That said, if you were to keep me tied up, either literally or figuratively, I would be forced to reassess my priorities. Although I would feel quite guilty about that."

She stretched out with a groan, a few points in her body making a popping noise. "I guess I should let you help then. Can't have you feeling any more guilty. Might give yourself a heart-attack or something." Guilt had pretty much become the theme of the week for the both of them.

Ordinarily, Caleldir leapt out of bed and dressed rapidly, ready to face the challenges of the new day. Now, he left Ashyr's side with slow reluctance, and dressed in a rather perfunctory fashion. "I have no idea how a heart attack would affect someone with my unique curse/blessing." He remarked. "I think that it is best we do not find out." He finished straightening his tunic and turned his face towards the door.

Ashyr chuckled. "Anyway, we've got time. I think the troop is staying here for a while, and I'm inclined to remain for a while to get you trained up..." She smirked. "In various forms of battle." The way she said battle clearly indicated that she didn't just mean the fight-to-the-death kind.

He frowned a little, although in a thoughtful rather than a sad way. "I look forward to any martial training you may offer. For my part, I shall start writing down some of the techniques necessary for cheating death, although, once again, the effective ones will require the services of a mage rather more powerful than I." The concern on his face came from the innuendo in her words, since it sounded as if she was lumping in sex with their martial training. He was no longer adverse to sex with her, but the idea of treating it as 'training' brought forth some unpleasant implications.

Ashyr pulled her shirt over her head, then proceeded to fix her now mostly dry hair into her usual style. After that was finished, she put on the rest of her clothing - including her leather armor. The drow planned on going out hunting. She took the time occasionally to stuff some of the leftover food in her mouth. "We can figure out the cheating death thing later." Ashyr said with a shrug when he mentioned it. "I can't imagine it being too dangerous here in town."

"By the way, that... thing you did? Made you all irresistible? Are you able to do that on command?" The drow asked. She was curious more than anything, though even the memory of it made her go a little weak in the knees. Ashyr liked it exceedingly. She'd even liked it when she first saw him in the ghostly form of that, after he was killed in front of her to retrieve Celeste's body (though she was a little distracted at the time and it would have definitely killed her if she tried to act on that attraction.)

Caleldir shrugged, before abruptly taking on his stunning faerie form. "Yes. I can. It's actually my real appearance, but since those without exceptionally strong willpower who see me like this act as if they had been struck in the head with a powerful blow - and it has rather... unfortunate effects on most females who are not stunned - I keep it under wraps. It is a milder form of a Nymph's similar power. My mother and her people can strike men who look on their naked bodies with blindness from their sheer beauty. Or so I am told. I have not actually met with any of my mother's relatives, or my mother, for that matter." He returned to his regular aura. "Plus, I look sort of alien, and it creeps some people out."

While he spoke, Ashyr had to take a deep breath to steady herself and avert her eyes before she pulled a Selene and ripped off all of his clothes. She really had not meant for him to just... change like that in front of her. To keep herself under control, she focused her attention on her armor and gear to make sure everything was in the right place. Then he was 'normal' Caleldir again. Other people may have found his appearance unsettling, but she felt equal parts relieved and disappointed when he changed back. Relieved because she managed to not tear his clothes, and disappointed that she hadn't. Compared to what it had been before, it only made her slightly horny. Ashyr could deal with slightly horny.

Mostly oblivious to the turmoil he caused, Caleldir smiled a bit. "When I was very young, and that ability was much less potent, I used to use it to sweet talk the old shop ladies into giving me sweets. Using my charm magic on them was sheer overkill." He sighed. "The monks put a stop to that after my ability grew potent enough to have rather deleterious consequences for half the school I attended. They made it very clear that to use my magic and appearance to get my way was wicked and impermissible. A good thing too, or I could have become a terrible person indeed." A final thought came to him and he laughed. "All those songs about charismatic scoundrels who charm their way into the undergarments of every woman they meet? I could have effortlessly outdone them. I am very glad I was stopped from going down that path."