The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

Bull grabs his hand, moving them up to his chest. "Think we can sneak off tonight?" he murmurs into Cedric's ear, tracing the curl of it with the tip of his tongue afterwards. Then sucking on the dull point for good measure.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We can do anything," says Cedric, pinching Bull's nipple. "Cindy's plan sucks and I hate it and I'm not doing it."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull winces a little. At the words, not the action, that's just fine. "You come up wid better then?" he murmurs, shifting over so his right leg is between Cedric's. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We get the bloodstone and we get him out of here pronto. No need for a diversion. We just get him out of here."

[The Iron Bull]

"Easy said," Bull observes, pressing his weight down so legs press against all the right things. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric swallows, panting a little through his nose. "Sure. But it's better than getting pregnant. I can't protect her if we're pregnant."

[The Iron Bull]

"Could-- could," He swallows when Cedric grinds his leg against Bull's hardness at the same time as the merikos drow digs his nails into his shoulders.  "Fucker," he mutters, then rallies. "Could fake it. Took what, nearly six months of hard trying to get Willful and over a year for Babbles. And won't show for a season after that."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Could," agrees Cedric, swallowing again. "Gods, I want to taste you."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's eyes darken, not with crimson rage, but with no less magical desire and love. "Yea?" he gasps out, rocking against Cedric again. "Wha'cha-- wha'cha give me for it?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My love," he says, which is fairly rare -- he's said he loves Bull before, but only when pressed on the matter, and always seemingly half embarrassed. Seems he's growing more comfortable with the emotion lately, though. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull stares a moment, his expression showing a stunned delight, then he lowers his head so their foreheads touch. "Well damn," he whispers gently. "I woulda settled fer getting to rim ya or something but... damn." He kisses him gently, briefly, then rolls them over so Cedric is straddling the larger male. 

"I am yours."

[Coquette Blacquin]

And as Cedric takes the massive, musky minotaur member into his mouth, he sighs with content. Yes, he thinks. And I am yours, though I doubt I'd say it aloud so boldly. My Bull. My lover. My best friend. 


Something was wrong with Coquette. She'd been thrilled, overjoyed, to find out she was pregnant again, and yet since then she'd been subdued, pulling away from him. She'd been spending more time with Varisia and less with Bull; she'd been more distant, and he'd caught her staring into space for long periods of time more than once. Something was wrong, and he'd be damned if he'd let another pond incident happen. Not on his watch. 

She was pacing the room, gesturing wildly with her hands, as he slipped in through the sliding back door wearing his invisibility ring. She keeps glancing at the interior door, but she doesn't seem to notice him coming in through the balcony and garden -- the house is a sprawling single-story building, but there are little patios outside the bedrooms for taking tea with the perfume of the roses. Instead, she appears to be distracted speaking to... someone else? Someone invisible? Or herself?

"--can't do this, I can't."

"Shut up," she replies to herself. "It's not going to happen again."

"I don't care!" she snaps, growling a little. "Being pregnant is bad enough. You don't understand what it's like for me. How can I keep you safe if I can't stand being in my own skin?"

"What do I need protection from? Var and I have been great. Bull can keep me safe from external threats. Why don't you just piss off until this is over and let me be?"

"You can't trust her like that," she replies, angrily. "You can't just assume she's going to keep being nice like this. Any minute now she'll show her true colors again."

"Or, maybe you've got her all wrong. She's doing her best to be a good person, a good wife to me. I don't need your protection."

[The Iron Bull]

Invisible or not, Bull is... well, he's not really built, mentally or physically, for stealth in the first place, and Coquette is a seasoned adventurer (albeit a bit rusty). On the other hand, it wouldn't take someone with any real skill in observation to notice one of the chairs being knocked off. Or the muffled curse that follows. Or...

"'nore that," comes a sheepish, disgruntled voice that's so familiar that the request is almost followed on. Almost.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette jumps, spinning in place like a cat and landing in a crouch. "Bull!" he snaps, instructing his heart to stop racing. "What the fuck!? Where are you?!"

[The Iron Bull]

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Meow?"