A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 19: Return

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.