The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"Nathaniel looks a treat in a corset," Varisia suggests coyly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She doesn't so much as flinch despite Cindy's disgust, laughing a little instead. "That he does. Oh, that reminds me, I saw a design for a corseted vest that would look darling as a matched set on the Twins. Perhaps emerald for Nox and violet for Lux?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Emerald and mauve," she responds promptly, shaking her head. "I also got new cock rings for them all; it would be darling for their vests to match, I would think." She shakes her head a little. "More importantly, I'm topless and you haven't even groped me."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Heaven forbid," she laughs. "May I touch you, my mistress?" she asks, batting her eyelashes as she reaches a hand -- though she hovers just above the nipple until she gets the go-ahead. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Use your mouth," Varisia says, voice already getting husky and dark. "I want to stroke your hair." She licks her lips, whispering, "I've missed you, Verdlauna."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy vanishes, leaving Madam Noire alone with her beloved wife, suckling and teasing her bountiful nipples. As she sinks into the subconscious palace where she hides from reality, she reflects on how it wasn't always this way. Things weren't always so pleasant and cordial between the two of them. 

She can't recall the first few days very well; there are moments that stand out at her engagement party in Glaley, the one not even attended by her mother, let alone any of her so-called friends. Only her father's friends, and oddly enough, their least favored daughters. Then she was whisked away, teleported to Alessa to be with her new Mistress. The alchemical tonics had worn off by the wedding, and she was ashamed of it but she'd cried at her wedding, barely able to whisper the appropriate words to signify her acceptance of this Faustian bargain. 

Then she'd been shown to the master bedroom and locked within, waiting. She'd been dressed in the most elegant gown she'd ever owned, a lovely silver number that made her skin seem slightly too dark. There was a reason she tended to wear blacks with silver accents rather than silver itself: her skin wasn't as fair as she'd like, and without her hat of disguise she can't adjust that on the fly. So she'd seemed much more like her wife than she'd have liked for her wedding day. The corset was tight-laced, of course, to accentuate what little figure she had, and inserts had been slipped into the busom to pad her out just a touch, along with the bustle on the rear to accentuate her hips and her behind. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, stomach heaving, wringing her fingers together, and waited.

[Varisia Primfana]

Thankfully- perhaps-- she's not kept waiting long. Less than five minutes later, the door opens to reveal Varisia. She strides into the room as if she not only owned it, which of course she does, but as if it were her Domain. She's still wearing the modified garb traditionally worn by the greater wife; hard-soled slippers, tight trousers made of fine linen, a silk button shirt with vest and a half-cape. Varisia, however, had added some touches of drow culture by replacing the vest with a decoratively armoured corset, the slippers with spike heeled books and adding a tiara made out of solid, transmuted, ruby. Right now however, she's already moved her shoes and the cape is draped over her shoulder. 

She stands a moment halfway to the bed, looking Coquette over from head to toe, then sighs. "I'm sorry this all happened this way. I'm not sorry, not really, to have you, but I wish it were not..." She shakes her head. "Your father said you were-- Well. His meaning was that you were a lesbian, that you had experience with finding pleasure with a woman. He lied about that too, didn't he? You're a virgin."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," she whispers, eyes still on the floor. Please. She knows better than to utter it, but the word is etched into every line of her tense body, every inch of her quivering flesh. Please, no. Or perhaps, please, have mercy.

[Varisia Primfana]

Tossing the cape onto a nearby armchair, followed by the tiara, Varisia moves to the bed. She clearly doesn't care about it anymore, as it skims off the cushion and hits the floor. the shock is enough to cause a tiny crack, which in turn causes the transmutation to fail so it reverts back into simple glass. She takes a seat within arm's reach of Coquette but doesn't actually touch her. Yet.

"We are wed now," the merikos drow says slowly. "You are my wife and I am your wife. We are going to make a life together. Share pleasure and pain, raise daughters, learn and grow and root a legend in the name Primfana. But I have no desire to be cruel to you. I do not wish for you to fear me. And certainly not to hate me." She pauses, then leans in to try and met Coquette's eyes. "This will happen, my wife, but I promise I will be as kind as I am capable of being. More, I promise to make it good for you. To lead and guide you into shedding the-- the traps and poison of your life as a Blanquin."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't want this," she whispers, and a single tear falls into her lap. "Please. If you have any mercy, any kindness in you, let me go. I'll vanish into the night and you'll never hear from me again."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia is already shaking her head before Coquette even finishes. "That's not mercy. Far from it in fact. If you ran, if you hid, Hardass would find you. He has your blood and he's of your blood. He has access to your mother's blood. He'll find you and take you back and--" Her expression darkens for a second before she forcibly smoothes it over. "No. Letting you go would not be a mercy."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And this is better?" To be raped, to be kept captive like a show dog, to never see my true family again? 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Yes," Varisia says softly. "I will be gentle. I will be caring and skilled. I will ensure you find pleasure as well and I will go slowly." Movement deft and natural, she reaches out to lift Coquette's chin by cupping her chin with her palm. "I don't want us to be enemies, Coquette. I know you think me incapable of it, but I do want to love you someday. You are not the only one that has never had a real family, a family that loves and supports them. That finds them worthy of being loved."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will never love you," she spits, pulling back from the touch. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's jaw tightens and she lowers her hand. "Why?"