The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"Agreed," Varisia murmurs, pressing a kiss to Coquette's temple. "I... will admit that your manservant impressed me slightly with his actions there. Not that he killed the gang harassing her," she clarifies with a soft snort. "That much is to be expected of his kind. But taking care of her after? Bringing her to you to make arrangements for? That I would not have expected." 

She hums, an amused sound that turns introspective, as one of her hands absently begins to stroke Coquette's belly. "You... are better at finding people for our Household than-- than I," she admits reluctantly. "I can hire people but you..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...I save people," she says, quietly. "I know. I... I have always saved small creatures. Cats. Birds, fallen from the nest. And now, people. Still, I am very grateful to Bull for bringing her here." A little miffed he told that much of the truth, but it seems to have worked out.

[Varisia Primfana]

For a long while, the only break in the silence is the soft rasping sound of Varisa's hand running across Coquette's skin. Given their state of dress-- nude for Varisia, a silk chemise and underwear for Coquette-- she can feel the hardness of her wife's nipples against her back, and yet the merikos drow never once goes far enough to touch breast or flower. 

"Does that include me?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet a while, turning the idea over in her mind. "Do you... need to be saved?" she asks, her voice a breath of a whisper. "I... have always seen you as powerful. Confident. In control."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I don't know," Varisa admits quietly. "I am all those things, that is certain. But I am also..." She goes silent for a moment. "I know I have hurt you. And at times, I feel guilt for those actions. More guilt than I have ever felt for the hundreds of deaths I have caused or the thousands of lives I have ruined in my pursuit of power and worth. You... you are important to me, my wife. You make me... wish I was more kind. And yet..." She sighs, hand stilling for the moment. "And yet I do not think that I can be that and be myself."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is it so important? To be yourself? If your self causes you pain, causes you suffering...would it not be better to be someone who does not suffer?" Coquette gives a soft sigh, placing her hand over Varisia's. "If you wish to be saved, I will save you. I will teach you to be good. I will gentle you and tame you and keep you close, like one of my rescued kittens. But you will have to be content to live without claws. Can you do that?" 

[Varisia Primfana]

"No," Varisia says instantly, voice sharp and unyielding. "I am myself, and I cannot-- cannot-- make myself weak or tamed, not for anything or anyone. No." Her hand turns to grip Coquette's, the contact firm but not painful. "I will learn to be kind, to be merciful, but I will not be declawed like some alleycat."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As I suspected," she sighs. "You rank me highest among all in the world save one: yourself. It's how you are, it's how you'll always be. Still, maybe there's some compromise in between. I don't think you want me to save you, but perhaps... we can learn to be truly partners?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"I do not think being declawed and made weak would save me-- or anyone else," Varisia mutters darkly. She's silent then, the hand now gripping Coquette's slowly tapping a finger against her pulse point. "Save two," she says suddenly. "Well. One now and two, if luck is wise enough not to cross us, in some three-odd years. But there is not just a gap but a chasm between you and the next."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Am I weak? She knows better than to ask. So instead she says simply, "I think you can be strong and be tamed. Cats are not like dogs, you know. They are never helpless. But they choose to be soft around those they love. I think you do not know how to be soft."

[Varisia Primfana]

Automatically, instinctively, Varisia (sidesteps the conversation) pouts. Unseen, with her behind Coquette's head, but it's audible in her voice as she replies, "not soft? How can you possibly say that about me?" Clarifying her point, she presses her generous breasts more firmly against Coquette's back.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette rolls her eyes, sighing. Great. Now we're to have sex before she'll let me go back to sleep. "I feel something delightfully firm and squishy, but soft? No."

[Varisia Primfana]

"...squishy?" Varisia demands, sounding offended but not upset. "Really, love?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What can I say? I'm not much for breasts," she admits.

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia goes quiet again after an abrupt, considering noise. "...what are you for?" she asks almost warily.