A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 25: Traveling

Meanwhile, Ashyr's free hand went to Caleldir's leg and brushed upward in the most delicate of touches. It kept going up to encompass Selene's ass and thigh, then back down again. She picked up the pace with her mouth ever-so-slightly, and also began to move the hand grasping his manhood up and down in tandem with her mouth.

Two conflicting urges began to surge in Caleldir's mind as he looked up at the Drow towering over him. The first one was to continue mouthing off and endure the pain until he could not any more, then be made to pleasure her anyway. Or, he could just suck on her clit now and skip all the pain. Of the two options, the second was superior in every way. Then again, Selene would probably be happier to experiment on him again, and the pain had not been that bad. More of a little sting, really. He would resist until right after her first sting. The pain made the pleasure feel that much better. Oh false gods, he was becoming a masochist! That was an awful, awful thought. Groaning against Ashyr's continued stroking and licking, a pleasurable feeling that probably made his resistance a little less potent, he made a defiant face up at Selene. "Then let's see what you learned." He challenged her, then immediately regretted it. Wow, that was going way too far. He could be really stupid sometimes.

Ashyr snorted. There was not much else she could do to show her amusement with his manhood filling her mouth. He was either being really nice to her cousin, or he secretly enjoyed it. Caleldir did admit that he wasn't as against rape as he seemed to be. Maybe this was similar. Ashyr didn't know. What she did know is that she loved the way he groaned. It made her sorely tempted to at least take off her pants and get a little pleasure herself. Fuck it, she was going to take off her pants.

Caleldir's words seemed to anger Selene. At least, that was what her expression would lead anyone to believe if they didn't look too deeply into it. Truly she was quite pleased. "If you insist." She growled. Selene then flexed the hand not in Caleldir's hair. It took on sort of a... zappy quality. The grin that accompanied it was quite evil. She then ran that hand down his arm. Wherever her fingertips hit his flesh, a jolt of electricity danced through him. It was more painful than truly damaging, and not quite as intense as the spell for pain she'd figured out on her own. "You know, I've learned quite a lot. I suppose that cousin of yours is somewhat useful." Selene taunted as her hand left that painful caressing trail down his arm. She was pretty sure he didn't have any runes there. Selene wasn't sure what would happen if she touched those with the spell.

The electrical jolts pulsing through Caleldir's arms caused him to shudder, shiver, and twitch in rather undignified ways. Actually, all that wishful thinking about how pain was really not that bad and how it threw the pleasure into sharper relief was bogus. Pain was terrible and he did not like it at all. But he had a reputation to maintain, after all, and he did not want to be the one known to cave after a little bit of electricity. "Hah! Is that all you got?" He mocked Selene. Then again, he knew full well what she had, and much of it was way worse. He groaned again, but this time it was hard to tell whether it was a pained groan or a pleasured one. After a few minutes more of foolish obstinacy, he relented. "Actually, never mind. I have had enough this time." He tried to angle his head down a bit to begin licking her womanhood, but could not manage it. He sighed, then clenched his teeth as he felt his orgasm began to build.

"That's what I thought." Selene said. Then she slid her womanhood close enough for his face so he could begin doing what he said he was going to do.

Ashyr could sense how close he was getting. Her free hand had been fumbling with the buckles on her pants, but hadn't quite succeeded in its task. She pulled off him entirely before he came, and scrambled to get out of her leggings and linen trousers all in own motion. Why had she decided to put the damn things on? On yeah, they had been sword fighting before this. Can't do that without pants. After a couple moments, the older cousin was successful in her endeavor. She moved herself up just behind Selene as the younger cousin moved her clit in reach of Caleldir's tongue. Ashyr's hands fell upon her cousin's breasts to squeeze and pinch at them slightly rougher than necessary. Meanwhile, she lowered her body to impale herself on Caleldir's manhood. She rode him quickly, almost desperate for her own release.

Glad that Selene was not being completely irrational and actually planned on giving him enough room to do the deed, Caleldir raised his mouth up to the Drow's womanhood to thrust his tongue in her. It seemed that just as he had begun working on Selene, that he felt his dick become enveloped by Ashyr. Close as he had been to orgasm before, he came pretty much on insertion. Fortunately, his nymphen ancestry stayed true, and he kept his erection.

Now he began attacking Selene's pussy with a vengeance, licking and swirling and sucking all of her, but mostly concentrating on the obvious weak spot of her clitoris. He had come a long way since he had first tried to get Ashyr off that way. If nothing else the nymphs had fucked better techniques right into him. The drow seemed to show her pleasure by loosening her painful grip on his hair and lightly grinding herself against him.

If the threesome paid any attention to the world around them, they would have seen Althaia appear on top of a nearby hill, then draw a sharp gasp when she saw the two drow dominating the pale elf. "Aw, to hell with it." She sighed, deactivating her anti-lust rune. Ducking behind some bushes, she retracted her armor into her ring and began furiously masturbating.

The older cousin groaned deeply in her throat when she felt had felt Caleldir's cock twitch inside her with orgasm. The feeling drove her closer to orgasm, but not quite there. She moved and shifted her hips faster against him while her mouth fell upon the unblemished side of Selene's neck. Selene hadn't noticed yet, but Ashyr had left a nice, lasting mark on the other side. The younger cousin was just as unlikely to notice this one that she was working on as well.

Selene could not last long against the treatment Caleldir subjected her to. Her whole body quivered, and she was forced to steady herself on the rock. The bindings that kept Caleldir's wrists and ankles secured abruptly vanished as their caster's concentration faltered. He was more or less free to do as he chose, if only the two women on top of him would move. His first action was a peculiar one to Selene; he lifted his arms to stop her from falling.

Then Ashyr moved Selene. It was not difficult. She physically pulled the younger drow to the side, and Selene let her do so. She landed on the ground with a soft thump and didn't seem to care at all about her new position. She did let out a sigh of great satisfaction. "Fuck me, Cal." Ashyr said, though it was more of a request than an order. Her hand reached up to brush against his face and neck with a sort of barely controlled desperation.

As much as Caleldir liked Selene and enjoyed the feel of her against him, he was pleased to see the younger Drow slid to the side, giving him an excellent view of his favorite sight: Ashyr riding his cock. "As you order, milady!" He said in a gallant tone more suited to the chivalric than the sexual, taking hold of her waist and beginning to thrust up into her with enough force that the light dark elf bounced up and down, their bodies making dull slapping noises as they collided, much to Ashyr's obvious appreciation.

It wasn't long after that when her grip on his arms became slightly tighter, and her voice became more insistent. She was trying to be somewhat quiet. It was always a gamble whether sex noises would attract or scare away wild animals. Then she, too, shuddered in orgasm against him and fell to his chest.

Caleldir ran his hands up Ashyr's sides and back until he held her in an embrace. He had managed to find a second release soon after hers, and his manhood began to deflate still inside her. Sex was always a exhilarating ride of sensations and feelings, but the sense of togetherness that came afterwards was just as amazing in its own way. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He whispered to Ashyr low enough that the grouchy cousin could not hear.

Ashyr's answering smile was unlike her signature smiles. It was soft, gentle, unafraid. Very different from the first time he let that slip. She shifted upward to press soft lips against his jaw. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" Ashyr responded, copying his words exactly in phrasing and tone. A playful light danced behind her eyes.

After a few moments of just holding Ashyr close, Caleldir sighed, sitting up and sliding the drow off his lap. "We should probably get going." He stated. "We still have many miles to cover."