Drow's Dilemma Ep. 124: Ghost King

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. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race.

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Episode 124: Ghost King

The doors to the cursed library burst open to reveal Althaia, who, despite being a Paladin, would be instrumental in forming the Ghost King's swarm of rapists. The Nymph Paladin was flanked by the rest of the party who had come to purify Caleldir: Althaia, Hadlyn, Ashyr, Selene, Ylene... Goelon smiled broadly until he saw Caleldra and... oh, fuck. That was Nirza in her great-granddaughter's body. Goelon looked nervous, then angry. Those two. He hated them. He was not even sure why. Probably because of the Curse. He knew that them being near them gave him physical pain.

Goelon's dislike for Nirza was so overpowering that the woman took a step back away from him. When she recovered herself, she looked different. Less fae and much more drow, with less perfect features and a bit more taut muscle rather than the excessively smooth limbs of faerie kind. Her eyes were also a bit redder, skin black rather than very dark grew, and her hair ever so slightly coarser. She seemed young rather than ageless and had lost almost half a foot of height. Nirza, somehow back in a simulacrum of the body she had had early in her life, swallowed.

Dahlia was just recovered enough to greet the arriving party "I'm afraid the Library is closed right now," she said with a little giggle that she tried to suppress. Goddess, was she still high? Probably. "And you wouldn't want my master to catch you trespassing."

"Too late, I would say," Hadlyn said in a falsely pleasant tone. She hadn't missed the turn of emotions on that familiar yet strangely alien face of Goelon.

The succubus glanced over to her master. Dahlia didn't need to see his face to feel his turn of emotions. If she wasn't very much mistaken, he was beginning to be overtaken by curse-born irrationality. Well. The fight certainly wasn't supposed to be easy. It would hardly work if he accepted 'Caleldra's' attentions with open arms. Dahlia found herself snorting in amusement before she could cover her mouth. There was no way she could pass as a stern, sexy librarian at this rate...

"Your time as Goelon is over, my love," Ashyr stated flatly as she drew her weapons. Both she and Selene had very serious expressions on their faces. To them, this was the most important part of the mission.

"Goelon, it has been a very long time," Nirza said, her voice slightly squeaky. "But we are ready for you now. We can defeat you."

"Yes," Caleldra said with relish. But the woman no longer looked like a female version of Caleldir. Her eyes were a paler blue, her hair silver-gold rather than black, she had lost a few inches of height, and her features were much softer and more feminine. This was now Faraia rather than Caleldra. Or at least her shape. "I am going to kill you and bring our old Master back."

Goelon laughed psychotically. "Really? You two? Again? How many times do I have to destroy you! I am not as weak as the brewer or the mechanic! I am the King of Ghosts, the Wraith of the Endless Archive. I will destroy you!"

Ashyr tightened her fists. Well. It didn't count unless he really tried. Not that she was pleased about how much Goelon seemed to choose to fight this. She thought he didn't like being in his cursed form!

Goelon floated back, books beginning to fly around him.

"Stop the tomes!" Nirza said in a panic. "He can manipulate reality through their pages!"

With a snarl of concentration, Ashyr squared her feet and began to fire her magically-duplicated arrows from a bow she usually only used to hunt with. Books were a strange quarry, but not much different from rabbits speeding across the ground and birds darting through the air.

For her part, Hadlyn summoned more Holy Ice spikes to pepper both Goelon and the feared weapons that floated around him.

Selene's eye twitched. Stop the tomes. All they needed to do was stop the tomes. Why were her party members doing things that could destroy them?! All that power and knowledge... With an annoyed (slightly stressed) expression, the mage cast a familiar (but more powerful) spell that sent a field of tentacles thrashing around Goelon. They tried grasping at the tomes and Goelon alike, for both needed to be restrained for their plans to succeed.

Remembering how annoyed Selene, Caleldir, and Ashyr were back when she tore down the mage's tower, Althaia was reluctant to destroy Goelon's spellbooks. Instead, she attempted to bat them away with the flat of her sword, or otherwise grab them.

"The library and its staff are not liable for any damage you might take while trespassing on the grounds!" Dahlia chimed in cheerfully. Like her master, she lifted herself into the air and joined in on his laughter. Unlike her master, her motions were a little bit erratic and her voice a bit more giggly. But it had to be somewhat menacing all the same, as her nails and teeth grew to sharp points and magical energy - no more than she was already known to have, which was still quite a lot - crackled around her.

Goelon, meanwhile, had finished with some chant. The Library began to shift around them, and the group found themselves on a small island sinking into a sea of lava. Goelon began raising plumes and pillars of molten rock in an attempt to roast his enemies, all the while deflecting or dodging the seeking tentacles. He also sent out reams of powerful spells, but Nirza and Faraia were able to counter most of them, freeing up the others to launch counter-offenses. It was a spectacular sight: raging elements spinning spell circles and floating runes weaving in and out of each other in dizzying conflict.

After a while of this, the Ghost King's first round of spellbooks was shattered or stolen. With the next group of books, he called to himself the scene transformed into a frozen mountainside where Goelon attempted to bury the party in rocks and ice. Then onto a wave-washed island in the middle of a thunderous hurricane, lightning playing around. Finally, as the conflict wore on, Goelon lost his spellbooks yet again and pulled out another group. This time, his spells put them on a rock floating in an infinite void surrounded by stars and planets and he attempted to strike them with fiery meteors and frozen comets.

Goelon's familiar seemed to be enjoying the shift in terrain immensely. She darted in and out of physical combat, tossing the occasional (and not very serious) ranged attack at whoever came close to her. Any 'attack' that hit someone, however, was suspiciously not very damaging and very likely involved far more groping than necessary. Dahlia tried to keep the giggling to a minimum, but there was the occasional burst of enjoyment whenever she landed a particularly lewd hit.

While he was busy warping his reality around the party in an angry, futile effort to destroy them, Goelon paid little heed to his/Caleldir's familiar. She was neither seriously contributing, nor seriously hindering him, so he found it easy to forget that for the first time he had a nominal ally.

The party was not amused by the succubus's antics. Well, except for Ashyr on some level. She was also aware that if this fight wasn't so important she would have been amused by the slightly-more-bubbly-than-normal Dahlia. And, indeed, she had expected something like this before even going into the fight. She just wished that the succubus wasn't so insistent on coaxing her into horniness. It was difficult enough as it was to keep herself oriented in the ever-shifting battleground.

Hadlyn stubbornly ignored everything except the books and Goelon, though at times it made her teeth clench in concentration and annoyance.

As Althaia leaped from floating rock to floating rock in an environment where gravity seemed to be a tenuous suggestion, she became a bit annoyed with Dahlia. "You are having fun and all, I see, but you are not being helpful."

Selene - fed up with the familiar's antics - sent out a blast of psionic energy to try to knock the succubus out of the air and into Goelon. Let HIM deal with the giggly, amorous familiar. The force caught Dahlia, and it may have been the cause for her sudden change in trajectory. It worked a little too perfectly; she got sent on the exact path to be near her master, who she of course attempted to hold on to with her thighs and arms. To stop her from flying away, obviously. She was on -his- side, after all, and wouldn't want to do -anything- to hinder his chances at defeating the party...

The attack took Goelon by surprise and knocked the Ghost-King right over. The floating tomes lost their energy, fell to the ground, and the infinite void of outer space shifted back to being simply the floor of the haunted library. "You trollop!" he said furiously. "Let go of me!"

"Hey! It's not like I chose for Selene to blast me!" Dahlia protested. "What was I supposed t- whoops!"

"Too late," Caleldra (who had shifted back to her cursed appearance once the fight had begun) said with a manic grin. Her psionic tendrils wrapped around the prone Goelon's limbs and prevented him from moving. Chanting in a low hum, Nirza followed up on Caleldra's actions by applying a sequence of seals to him.

The succubus had been making a show of trying to get her master back to his feet (groping all the way), but the party had been too quick to capture him. Dahlia looked towards Caleldra with a flirtatious waggle of her eyebrows but made no motions to remove herself from where she had ended up: behind her cursed master with her arms around his shoulders and her face peeking out at Caleldra.

Meanwhile, Ashyr, Selene, and Hadlyn all had to take a moment to reorient themselves back in the library. That had been confusing and difficult. But once they saw that their quarry had been captured, they halted their attacks and cautiously approached. All but Selene stopped a few feet away, and even the mage stopped once she was at a distance where she could reach out and touch Goelon. They had had somewhat of a rapport before but now... Selene wasn't sure what to do.

Goelon was down; now all that had to be done was to purify him. Caleldra stalked forward, looking enormously pleased with herself (though she shot an annoyed look at Dahlia). "We... we did it!" she exulted. "Oh, how I have waited for this day for so many centuries!" With a giggle, she knelt next to Goelon and began to run her fingers along his ghostly chest. "So, my hated darling, how should we do this?"

"How should you do this?" Dahlia responded. "Well, first off your clothes seem to be in... the... way... -I mean, you should free him at once, obviously, because he is my master and you shouldn't treat the Master Librarian in this undignified manner!" She giggled for a second before she could cut herself off. Then she gave Caleldra a mock-possessive glare as she bit down lightly on Goelon's neck.

"My clothes? His clothes? Yes, those are in the way. As are you. Somewhat." Strictly speaking, she was not, though Caleldra did not really want her free. Sighing, the psion touched her forehead and closed her eyes. Some more psionic tendrils rose and wrapped around Goelon and Dahlia, prying her arms above her, his to the sides, and tying them so that Goelon's head rested just below Dahlia's breasts, and his mid-back was between her spread legs. The psion then opened her eyes and gestured her fingers to point at various articles of clothing then melt and/or whisk them away, leaving the master and the familiar both naked.

A concerned look crossed the succubus' face when she felt herself being bound along with Goelon. She struggled in vain against the bindings before she realized that it was useless. She slumped forward with a pouting look on her face. It wasn't like she was getting in the way or anything... Well, at least now she could honestly say that she could do nothing to stop what was happening to her master no matter what he ordered her to do. Resigned to her position, and aware that things could be much worse, Dahlia made herself as comfortable as possible and prepared to enjoy the pleasure they were about to inflict on her master.

Nirza swallowed, looking at the image. "That is a very kinky scene there," she observed. "You cannot mean to... err... ride him like that?"

Not responding, Caleldra merely sighed. With untying one strap of her diaphanous gown, the entire garment seemed to turn into some sort of liquid and flowed off of her. Eyes glowing eerie pale blue, she licked her lips as she looked down at Goelon's large member, now beginning to stand up tall. "A bit too large, that thing," she observed. "Maybe a bit painful. Would be more practical if it was just a tad smaller."

"Caleldir's cock is the perfect size," Althaia observed. "I certainly enjoy it."

"You are all sick," Goelon spat venomously. "Do you intend to rape me literally on top of my familiar? And you call me Evil!"

"I doubt the succubus minds all that much," Althaia dryly noted. "Succubi familiars gain energy and linked pleasure from their masters regardless of who said master has sex with and at this distance she is sure to get extra."

"It is a disturbing image, though," Nirza said, though the way her hand was straying down and her legs were squeezing together showed that there was more than one reason she was 'disturbed'.

"If you try anything, you will regret it!" the Ghost-King said angrily.

"I think not," Caleldra sighed. Taking hold of his cock, she started by licking it up and down, then took the whole thing into her mouth. She moaned around his dick, taking no heed of the ream of obscenities from her captive. At least at first. When she popped his dick out of her mouth, she turned to the very uncomfortable-looking Nirza. "Do you mind shutting this sex-toy up?" she asked. "He is really spoiling the mood. Too many images of gore."

Nirza's face contorted, but she slumped and did as asked. A glowing binding appeared over Goelon's mouth, and though he thrashed a little, the sound stopped coming out.

Meanwhile, Selene and Ashyr were rather anxiously waiting and watching what was happening to their cursed mate. Ashyr just looked uncomfortable, but Selene appeared to be torn between enjoying the scene of domination, annoyed that she wasn't a part of it and concerned for Goelon's sake, lest 'Caleldra' get carried away. Both drow decided that it was best to not get involved; if they got in the way then they might interfere with Caleldra's revenge and, therefore, Caleldir's cleansing.

"Shall I distract you from the scene?" said Hadlyn as she approached Ashyr from behind and hovered her hands just above the other woman's hips. The High Priestess wasn't attached enough to Caleldir (and certainly not to Goelon) to feel conflicted about this scene. What she saw was an evil tyrant getting what he deserved in the most sexy, poetic way. It was giving her 'ideas.'

Ashyr glanced back at the still-naked holy woman. She blew out a long breath, considering the option. Then she shrugged, and her armor melted off of her body. "I have always wondered what a priestess tastes like," she said with a semblance of her usual naughty grin. Soon the two dark women were on the library floor, pressing their breasts, lips, and labia together in an undulation of pleasure. It was almost enough to distract Ashyr. Almost. On occasion, she tried to catch the eye of Althaia. It was rude to leave a nymph out of an orgy, after all.

It only took Selene a glance in Ashyr and Hadlyn's direction to come to a similar conclusion: that more sex in this situation was better. Without audible communication, Ylene was at her side. Mistress stripped familiar bare to fondle and pet the slightly nervous (but increasingly pleased) catgirl.

Althaia, despite being a paladin, was still a nymph (and a paladin serving the goddess of Nymphs, for that matter), so while she was slightly uncomfortable with the proceedings, she was less so than Ashyr or Nirza. She found the picture a bit arousing, though, and rather envied Dahlia at the moment. Or would if that had been Caleldir and not Goelon. She hated Goelon. The sooner he was Caleldir, the better. All in all, she was probably the second-least horny person there, after Nirza, and did not notice Ashyr's invitations at first. But after a few moments, she decided that it would be better to pay attention to something other than two people she disliked having sex and joined Ashyr and Hadlyn.

Meanwhile, Nirza was feeling very conflicted as she watched Caleldra take the squirming Goelon by the dick and tease it against her lower entrance.

"How long has it been that you taunted me with this, Goelon?" Caleldra whispered. "You knew that I loved Caleldir, so you turned me into Caleldir and made me love you. How messed up is that? But now, you are mine, and I will suck that in life right out of you!" With a sigh, she lowered herself down on the Ghost-King's cock, gasping with every inch. When she finally worked him completely inside her, she stopped, closing her eyes and sighing.

Then she began to ride him, taking him slow at first, raising up until just his tip was inside before sliding back down. "This feels awful and amazing all at once," she murmured. "I hate you and love you and hate that I love you. I will be so happy when we are both dead and Caleldir and Faraia take our places." She rolled her hips slowly. "You are like ice in my frozen womanhood."

Nirza looked increasingly disturbed. Shuddering, she stepped away. "This is very messed up."

Caleldra paid her friend no heed. Gradually, she increased her speed from that point on until the sound of her moans, mingled in with those from the rest of the party, filled the library along with wet slapping. With every time her hips came down in a forceful thud, she rammed Goelon's back against Dahlia's pussy. Goelon himself shuddered and hissed through his nose but muffled as he was he offered no more protest.

After this going on for far too long, Caleldra gripped Goelon monstrously tightly and howled her orgasm to the monastery as the Ghost-King shuddered and became more transparent, the very opacity flowing from him and into Caleldra. With this, Caleldra shifted once more into Faraia, and collapsed to the side, unconscious. The monastery shuddered and screamed and the archives were purged of the Neverborn's power.

But the Library remained haunted.

There was a pause in the threesome with the drow and the nymph when they sensed that Changes were happening. Ashyr looked over in time to see Caleldra- no, Faraia finally see her revenge to the finish and become cleansed. It was interesting that the Neverborn did not take her purified half-ghost, but perhaps she was not quite attuned enough to the Monastery for the unborn goddess to notice her change right away. Ashyr pulled herself out from the fray and sat cross-legged and panting near Goelon.

Nirza picked Faraia up carefully and kissed her on the forehead. "Well, my old sister is finally free," she said softly. "But it seems my old Master is not." She slumped a bit. "I think that I have to have sex with him in order to fully release him." She seemed gloomy, not at all looking forward to that. "Once I drain the last bit of his ghostly self into me, Goelon will be gone forever, or at least most of him will. So, I suppose if any of you feel like having sex with the Ghost-King one last time (or the first time, whatever), this is your chance. I do not know what you all have been up to."