The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

Growling with pleasure, Varisia takes hold of Coquette's bare waist and lifts her up to carry her to the bed, the lesser wife's dress being left behind on the ground. Tossing her on the bed and then pouncing atop her, Varisia reaches down to yank her shirt off. Leaning down so her knees are on either side of Coquette's hips and her elbows at her shoulders, she whispers her answer with a passion normally reserved for paladins. "A daughter with my skin and your elegance. I want so much better for our daughters. Better than either of us had. I want them to be as strong and certain as me but as refined and-- and as good as you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So that's why," she murmurs, before leaning up to kiss Varisia hungrily. "Thank you. I'll take good care of him. But for now, let me take good care of you. Let's use those candles, and you can cane me as well if you like."

[Varisia Primfana]

"You'll have to," her wife murmurs back a few moments later, voice thick and strained. She gasps softly as Coquette's experienced fingers pinch and roll a nipple, then groans when she pulls. "He's-- he's special but so very broken. He'll need you." She's not really paying attention to what she's saying, too eager to indulge herself in the suddenly limited time she has at home. She's far too experienced and savvy to let slip anything too useful, even this far gone, but Cedric has been able to make good use of the tibets his other sides have picked up from time to time. "U-Use your teeth," she demands in a hiss.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Special?" she murmurs into Varisia's chest, before gently scraping her teeth along the nipple, teasing her. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Special," is the unhelpful agreement. "Harder. I want to cum quickly," she orders Coquette, a not uncommon order. Varisia has a drow's libedo in full; quick to ready itself, eager to complete and able to resume in short order, often times outpacing the stamina of the rest of the body. In contrast, Coquette needs a good amount of attention before she can find her peak and is more content to luxuriate in the afterglow for some time. Which is not to say she's incapable of climaxing soon after the first, simply that she isn't nearly as driven to have them. That being the case, Varisia usually arranges things so she gets off first and fast, then lavishes Coquette with attention before either moving to mutual pleasuring or demanding to be serviced a few more times. Eyes closing to slits, she rakes her fingernails along Coquette's scalp with one hand before gripping her hair tightly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette digs her nails into Varisia's sides, biting her fiercely -- and briefly. "what makes him special?" she asks, lapping at her wife's tit before biting her again, a little further away.

[Varisia Primfana]

Getting impatient, Varisia rolls off of Coquette so she can shuck off her pants. Thanks to her wife's quirk of treating underwear as its own, separate category to be worn only for purposes of seduction and flirtation, Coquette is thus attacked by a very randy, entirely naked wife. "Enough talk," she snarls, grabbing Coquette's hand to thrust between her legs. "Fuck me."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Im-pat-ient, are we?" she purrs, each word bringing with it a half-circle around Varisia's clit. "Answer the question," she adds, as she pinches her nipple sharply with the other hand. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's breath hitches and her hand moves in a blur that ends with it gripping Coquette's neck with crushing firmness. "Orders, Little Bitch?" she asks in a lust-filled whisper. "To me?" She licks her lips, chest heaving with excitement. "If that's the game you wanted to be playing," her hand tightens just enough to restrict Coquette's breathing a touch, "then I'm happy to indulge you." As she says the word 'indulge' she uses her free hand to grab the unicorn mane rope that hangs from the headboard.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette laughs, letting go of Varisia's nipple. "Forgive me, I was only teasing."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh no, Little Bitch," Varisia croons sweetly, eyes glittering. "You don't get to say stop once the game is started. Not until you've paid the price for your lip." Letting go of her throat, Varisia swiftly loops the rope around Coquette's neck, tugging it once to check the slack. Nice and tight, good. 'twas just lip, so no need for it to do more than put a little pressure on her for now. "Hands flat on the bed. Now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She obeys, promptly and without question. 

[Varisia Primfana]

A pleased sigh slips from Varisia's lips and she leans down to kiss her wife gently. "There, that's better." Pulling back, she rips Coquette's dress down the front until the younger woman is completely exposed. Well, almost. "Tch. Still insisting on panties, I see. Well, I suppose they are pretty," she allows, tracing the edge of the black lace with one finger, then stabbing down hard at just the right spot. At Coquette's gasp and buck of the hips, she laughs delightedly.

"But no, we were in the middle of something, weren't we?" So saying, she braces herself on one hand and uses that pivot to spin herself around. Glancing down, she settles herself over Coquette's mouth. "Apologize, my dear wife, and do be sure you are... loquacious. "

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, ma'am," replies Coquette, and soon her tongue is busied pleasing her Mistress. Careless of me, to forget who really rules around here. Careless and a little stupid. I will pay for that, one way or another. This way is more pleasant, at least.

[Shisou]

Over the past couple of days, Shisou had made a goal to befriend Zevran. Seeing the other harem member eating the honied ants that had been delivered in his midnight parcel, he'd made a point to order more, figuring he liked that sort of thing in particular. Zevran wasn't on good enough terms yet with the household staff for special requests like that to be honored, but Shisou was, despite his stutter. 

Shisou seems to be a very shy sort of boy, often caught staring at Zevran but with very little to say. When he does speak, it's short sentences with an awful stutter, as though he's ashamed of how badly he stammers and longs to communicate without speaking instead. 

Today they are embarking on a workout session, part of their life here in the harem to keep them active and fit. Zevran is exempted, of course; he's ordered to sit this one out lest he harm himself with his weakness, and instead he is forced to watch the others fool around with weights and straps and so forth. At least, until Shisou comes over to him, hesitantly fidgeting until he works up the courage to ask:

"c-c-c-c-could y-y-y-y-you sp-sp-sp-sp-spot m-m-m-me o-o-o-o-o-on th-th-that m-m-m-machine?" It's not really much of a machine, mostly a bench for lifting weights from a squat, but a spotter isn't a bad idea, really.