Ilivarlanna T’arran, matriarch of the Sixth House of Umbra, bit her lower lip and tried to suppress her moans as she ground three fingers into her wet, aching pussy. One side of her face was pressed against a sturdy wooden door, and on the other side of it she could hear the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the mewling, orgasmic cries of one of her daughters getting fucked hard and deep. The man with her, a lesser prince of one of the twilight realms, had seemed quite enthused at the idea of siring a child with one of the T’arran daughters, and Ilivarlanna was delighted to hear the way he now took that duty seriously. From the sound of it, he was either holding her daughter in a mating press, or enjoying her dusky cunt from behind. Either would do. So long as he delivered what he had promised, he could have her in whatever position he wanted. He merely had to stay on task, and on target.
“Good girl,” Ilivarlanna moaned, and reluctantly slid her fingers out of herself before getting back on her feet. There were other daughters to check on, and not all of them were as dutiful and obedient as their older sister. Not that they didn’t want to help save their noble and venerable house, but there had been muttering in the shadows, Ilivarlanna knew, of malcontent and stubbornness. Of ‘not wanting to get pregnant’, or ‘wanting to do something more than just being a mother’. Ilivarlanna scoffed at these complaints. She had eight daughters, each more beautiful and cunning than the next, but without grandchildren to secure the line, she worried about the future of her house. The house that her mother had run before her, and *her* mother before that. Sixteen generations of Drow helping to rule the perilous Underdark– and now her own daughters wanted to throw that away? And for what? A bit of gold and adventure, a chance to tame a Drider or outwit a dragon? The hussies. Their duty was here, and there duty was all. And so she was making sure it was happening.
The next door was, to her great satisfaction, equally capable of delivering the faint sound of thumping bodies and wet, squelching smacks that signified a good rutting. Ilivarlanna had been careful to select the suitors for her daughters in such a way that they would be hard to turn down, and indeed, as she passed doors three, four, five, six and seven, she heard various degrees of yelling, gasping, groaning, mewling and panting that told her that her daughters were all getting the promised payloads. But at the eighth door, there was silence. It was the chamber of Chessra, her youngest, and it made Ilivarlanna frown when she put her pointed ear to the door and heard nothing but a bit of faint conversation.
Of course it was Chessra. Of all of her sisters, she had been the most willful and set against the idea of getting pregnant, and even though Ilivarlanna had promised her that all she had to do was deliver the child, whereupon numerous wetnurses would take over, she had still seemed reluctant to the notion. And now, it seemed, she was defying her mother in deed as well as word, while her seven sisters were all doing their good duty to the house and their family. It made Ilivarlanna’s blood boil, and without hesitation, she pulled her skirt down to hide her dripping and over-excited sex, and barged through the door, hand raised to tell Chessra a few truths.
The sight inside surprised her, however. There were indeed two of them in there, but Chessra was entirely naked and laid out on her back, while her paramour – a short but well-built Drow named Gelas – feverishly tried to coax life into his limp penis. Both of them looked up as the matriarch burst through the door, but while Gelas jumped up and tried to hide his nakedness, Chessra simply rolled onto her side and cocked her head.
“Mother,” she said, with the voice of someone wholly uninterested in learning the answer to her questions, “to what do we owe the pleasure?”
Ilivarlanna stared at her daughter, momentarily admiring the buxom curves and firm, plump nipples that she herself had possessed in her youth. Then she turned to Gelas and frowned.
“We had a deal, Son of House Umthak. Why are you not getting my daughter pregnant? What’s the matter with you?”
Gelas, whose cheeks were blushing red beneath the dark gray of his skin, muttered something and held a pillow to his crotch, seemingly unable to meet the fury of the matriarch head on. Chessra, however, merely sighed and waved her hand idly in the air.
“He’s having some issues. We were working through it before you showed up.”
“Issues?” Ilivarlanna narrowed her eyes. “What kind of issues?”
“The kind,” Chessra said with a moue, “that makes it hard to a man to put a baby inside anyone. I would have thought you knew, at your age.”
Gelas moaned with shame, but Ilivarlanna merely looked at her daughter and huffed. “Don’t sass me, daughter of mine. Youth is no excuse for impertinence.” Then she turned to Gelas, and cocked her head. “And you. What’s the matter? Does my daughter not arouse you? Is she not a perfect specimen of Drow beauty and attractiveness? *Well?* Speak, worm, or I will have your head on a pike for the Illithids to slurp like a popsicle! You must be either mute or dumb to–”
“Mother!” Chessra got up, and walked over to Gelas with a harsh glare at the matriarch. “If he couldn’t get it up before, I don’t think threatening him is going to work. He’s not one of your pleasure-slaves.” She put her hands on Gelas’ cheeks, and squeezed gently. “He’s just sensitive. Right, Gelas?”
The man nodded as best he could with his face being squished, and glanced over at Ilivarlanna with a pitiful expression. He seemed to her a singularly pathetic specimen, but she said nothing. He had, after all, been the one that Chessra had chosen, of the two dozen men she had presented her with. Something about him had to be right.
“We all get performance anxiety now and then.” Chessra stroked his cheek, and then turned back to her mother. “And we were trying to fix it before you showed up, so if you mind…?”
Ilivarlanna pursed her lips, and looked from her daughter to the man who had vowed to bed her. Most of all, she wanted to call the entire thing off and find a new man to perform, but she also knew that Chessra would only become twice as stubborn if she tried to take charge of things, and so a different tack was required. Drawing on reserves of sociability that Ilivarlanna rarely flexed, she quickly rearranged her face into a warm smile, and nodded gently.
“Of course, Chessra. I understand. You always had a soft spot for soft things, and this man seems to fit that role perfectly.” Chessra’s eyes flashed, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Ilivarlanna held up a hand and took a few step closer, until she could stroke a hand gently over Gelas’ shoulder.
“You’re just nervous,” she said, and her smile held genuine affection now. “I understand. My daughter is very beautiful, isn’t she? You are afraid you won’t be able to do her justice.”
Chessra eyed her mother with suspicion bordering on hostility, but said nothing. Gelas, however, nodded and gave a faint, nervous half-smile, while clutching the pillow to his crotch like a drowning man clinging to a piece of flotsam. Ilivarlanna took a step closer, and slowly pried the pillow away from him; he nervously resisted the first tug of her hand, but then relented, and allowed her to toss it to the side. Now laid bare, his cock looked small and soft and delicate across his sack, and Ilivarlanna gave a faint smile as she eyed it. She did not comment on it, however.
“Consider this,” the matriarch said as she began to run her fingers up and down the naked man’s chest. “I presented my daughter with many men. Dozens. Half the Underdark would have been at her disposal if she had wanted them. But she chose you, Gelas. Because she sees something in you. Of all the Drow in all the realm, she wants you. Does that not inspire confidence?”
Gelas shivered slightly as Ilivarlanna’s fingers left goosebumps in their wake, but he nodded, and then shook his head. “Yes.. but it’s still a lot of pressure. And I haven’t really, ah…”
He clamped up, but Ilivarlanna nodded sagely. “I see. Well, then…” Her eyes turned to Chessra, who was watching her mother with a queer expression. “Chessra. Did you know this boy was a virgin when you chose him?”
The young woman shrugged. “I figured it didn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t.” Ilivarlanna agreed. “But it does mean that he needs a bit of help getting there. What did you do to help him, daughter of mine?”
Chessra shrugged again, her eyes now darting here and there. “Uh… nothing? I figured he’d just need a bit of time to get over himself. I mean, I laid down and showed him where to put it..”
Ilivarlanna smiled to herself; for all of her efforts to tutor her daughters in the arts of war, seduction, politics, murder and magic, she had woefully neglected to teach them the intricacies of sex. Most of them seemed to have picked up on it on their own – their mother’s blood did flow through their veins, after all – but Chessra had always been a rambunctious girl, more interested in stories of adventure than plots of intrigue and bedroom diplomacy. At least it was not too late to teach her what she needed to know.
“Well..” Ilivarlanna gave her daughter a gently scolding look, and smiled. “As much power as that thing holds, it is not the answer to all of life’s problems. With a man like this, you need to help him a little. That’s your part of the dance, you see? Here, watch closely.”
She turned back to Gelas, and with no warning drew her arms around him and pulled him into a hug, his naked body pressing up against her soft, mature figure as she pressed her lips to his and coaxed him into a kiss. At first he was stiff as a board, but as Ilivarlanna continued to insinuate her lips to his, he began by degrees to relax, and his hands came up to carefully brace himself against her hips.
Soon, she felt him begin to reciprocate the kiss, and as he did, Ilivarlanna shifted one hand from around his waist to seek out the soft package between his legs, to gently rub and massage his length between her fingers. Chessra, standing on the sidelines, watched as her mother began to breathe life into Gelas’ cock, and she watched as his hands began to grip her mother’s waist more firmly, his strength returning as his lust did. When finally the kiss broke, Gelas was breathing heavily, and Ilivarlanna was stroking his cock back and forth at a slow, sinuous pace, the dark foreskin pulling back to reveal his swollen head with every flick of her wrist.
“Chessra.” Ilivarlanna did not spare her daughter a glance, but instead held Gelas’ gaze as she spoke. “Come over here and kneel next to me. You must learn to pleasure your man.”
Chessra hesitated for a moment, but watching Gelas’ cock grow and harden had spurred her curiosity, and she had no real qualms about taking the one step over to bridge the distance, and then sink down on her knees next to her mother. As she did, she heard the sound of kissing begin anew above her, and she looked up to see Gelas’ face half obscured and warped in a mask of bliss as he kissed Chessra’s mother deeply and passionately. A small pang of something wicked seemed to erupt inside the young woman’s chest, and she realized that it was jealousy. It stung to watch her mother seduce the man intended for her. Fortunately, Chessra did not have to wait long to even the playing field.
With Ilivarlanna’s hand still stroking slowly away around Gelas, she gently nudged the man to shift himself slightly to the side, and as he did, the matriarch drew back her hand to present the firm tip of his cock to her daughter. Immediately, Chessra dove forward, her lips closing around the head and drawing him deeper into her mouth, which elicited a deep, lustful moan from Gelas’ throat. Ilivarlanna smiled against his lips, and moved one hand up to hold the man’s head in place so that he could continue kissing her while his cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch, into the royal daughter’s mouth. Likewise, the older woman shifted her other hand onto the back of Chessra’s skull, and began to gently push her into a rhythm of bobbing her head back and forth around Gelas’ cock, which again made him moan and grunt with delight.
“How does she feel?” Ilivarlanna’s whispered teasing made Gelas groan against her lips, and he feverishly tried to continue the kiss for another few moments before replying, his voice breathy with moans: “Incredible.” Ilivarlanna smirked.
“Good..” She drew back, and looked down at her daughter as she worked to fit as much of Gelas’ length into her mouth as she could. Ilivarlanna didn’t even have to help her set the pace anymore; the young woman was eagerly sucking and slurping and moaning quietly around her newfound toy, and the way her spit glistened in the candlelight as she bounced her mouth over his hard shaft made Ilivarlanna think of her own younger days, when the suitors practically lined up to offer themselves to her. She still had lovers, of course, and pleasure slaves that tended to her every whim, but something about the earnestness with which Chessra was trying to pleasure her man made Ilivarlanna feel nostalgic for a simpler time.
A series of gagging, choking sounds pulled her out of her reverie, and she watched as Gelas had put his hand on top of Chessra’s head, and was trying to forcibly cram his cock into her throat. Chessra, beautiful and regal as she was, was starting to tear up as she struggled to fit his size past her gag reflex, and yet Gelas did nothing to stop and slow down, which made Ilivarlanna frown with displeasure.
“Stop,” she snapped, and both of the young Drow came to a half, with strings and bubbles of spit and drool seeping down Gelas’ length. The matriarch pursed her lips, sighed, and then reached back to the neck of her dress, to pull the chord that held it in place with a firm tug.
“That’s no way to do it,” she chided, and with a single flick of her wrist she tore off her dress and knelt down next to her daughter, now equally as naked as her except for the heels that adorned her feet. Chessra drew back from Gelas’ cock, and looked confusedly at her mother, but Ilivarlanna simply smirked and raised her eyebrows before seizing the spit-slick cock and turning it towards her face.
“You,” she said to her daughter, “need to learn how to overcome your limitations. And *you*,” she glanced up as Gelas with a stern look, “need to learn some patience. Now here, watch.”
With a firm grip around Gelas’ base, Ilivarlanna pushed her mouth against his glistening tip, and allowed the blunt head to part her lips as she engulfed him with a slow, measured movement. Gelas groaned and made to grip her head, but the older Drow firmly swatted away his hands before continuing her descent. Every inch she took, she could taste her daughter’s spit as it mixed with the natural musk of Gelas’ cock, and she felt a certain measure of pride welling up in her as she felt him push deeper and deeper into her, pushing up against the back of her throat and then past it, until he was straining against the tight confines of her throat and her nose was buried against his dusky skin. She held herself there for a second, two seconds, three, and then drew back with a gasp, to watch his cock throb and quake with barely contained need.
Chessra watched her mother swallow the cock with an expertise that was both enviable and utterly frustrating, and the young woman was not late to snatch Gelas’ cock as it emerged from Ilivarlanna’s throat, and press her own mouth down around him in a stubborn attempt at emulating the feat. She got as far as to her gag reflex, whereupon she started to strain to push him any further. A first attempt resulted in a gagging gasp, and the second time she almost retched as his blunt head simply refused to slip past her barrier. With tears streaking down her face, she glanced over at her mother and growled with frustration.
“I can *do* it!”
Ilivarlanna smirked, and leaned in to peck a kiss on Gelas’ cock as it hung between them, as hard and aching as he had ever been in his life. “I think you need practice, daughter of mine,” the matriarch teased, and dragged her tongue slowly over the head of the cock. In response, Chessra’s eyes flashed with ire, and she, too, leaned in and tried to catch the hard length in her mouth. It turned into a strange tussle of lips and tongues, and Gelas could only watch with his mouth agape as the two women fought over his cock, while pleasure radiated from every point of contact and threatening to spill over at any moment. When finally Chessra won out, she impaled her mouth on his length with such vigor that he had to curl his hands into tight fists and bite his lower lip not to cum then and there, but once again, the young woman failed to do anything but gag and choke on his cock, while her mother laughed and licked her tongue across every single inch of available cock she could find.
“G-goddess, I– I’m gonna–”
Gelas’ anguished murmurs went overheard as the two Drow beauties continued to vie for the right to suck his cock, and when Ilivarlanna next won out, and swallowed him to the root with a triumphant little moan, Gelas felt the floodgates finally break within him. A loud, uncontrollable moan erupted from his lips, and without thinking he grabbed hold of both women’s heads for support as Ilivarlanna drew back and sent him flying, screaming, over the edge.
His tip had barely passed the woman’s lips before the first jet of cum exploded like scattershot across her face, and as she drew back with a surprised gasp, the next jet impacted across Chessra’s cheek and lips as his cock swung wildly between them. Another spurt of cum, and another, emptying a pair of already over-taxed balls in equal measure across the faces of both women, until his orgasm was finally reduced to just a steady dribble, and he fell back a few steps to catch himself on a nearby dresser. When he opened his eyes again, he saw both women stare at him with equal amounts of incredulity, amusement and lust.
No one said anything for a few seconds. Then Chessra grinned, and Ilivarlanna followed suit as they both got on their feet.
“I should have your head for this,” Ilivarlanna said, but she was smiling as she began to scrape warm cum off of her face. “You had specifically sworn to me to put all of this inside my daughter’s belly.”
Gelas opened his mouth to speak, but Chessra beat him to it. “Well, he needed to get over his anxiety, right? I’d say he’s succeeded in that.”
Ilivarlanna pursed her lips, smiled and nodded with a soft laugh. “Yes, I suppose so. But–”
“And it’s not like he’s going anywhere.” Chessra looked to Gelas with a very telling look. “He is going to stay right here and do exactly what he came here to do, no matter how many times he has to try. Right?”
Gelas looked to the matriarch, whose smirking face was doing very little to distract from her gorgeous body and large, soft breasts and hips. If that was what Chessra was going to look like when she grew older, he had nothing to worry about in sticking with her. He nodded dutifully. His cock was still hard, and raring for round two.
Ilivarlanna took a deep breath, and then nodded with a contented sigh. “Very well. I’ll let him keep his head– this time.” She glanced over at Chessra with an amused smile. “But neither of you are to leave this room until he has done what he came here to do. Twice.”
Chessra nodded. She was walking over to Gelas, her pert, firm body enticing him with every step. “We can do twice,” she said with a smile at him. “Hells,” she said, and leaned in to peck a kiss on his lips. Her lilac eyes were boring into him, full of lewd promises. “Let’s say thrice. Just to make sure it takes.”
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