The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy lets them do as they please, spreading her legs for them, moaning and writhing at the appropriate times. She makes no move to reciprocate, nor does she try to pull away. She's learned to take the good when it comes and brace herself for the bad that is sure to follow. 

[NPCs]

And yet the bad never comes. She does, several times in fact. The undine evidently has discreet gills on her ribs, allowing her to eat Coquette out without pause. And she's good at it; not the best she's felt, but still good and very dedicated to the task. The only times she leaves off are when she switches to rimming or the fleeting kiss or nip on her inner thighs. And when she's tonguing Coquette's ass, more often than not, Vansul is right there to stroke and finger her with those magic hands of hers. Vik splits her time between making out with Coquette, sucking and kissing her breasts, or, only twice, straddling her face so Coquette can get a nice, long taste. 

They spend hours working on Coquette, wringing out climax after climax despite Coquette's reluctant body. They keep the pace slow enough that it never overstimulates her entirely, though she does dip her toe into that state a few times. Finally though, the three relent their efforts and settle in to curl around her, resting on her thighs and bosom for two, with Vik instead lifting her briefly so Coquette's head rests in her lap.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy lets out a contented sigh, snuggling up to her lovers. "This is... nice."

[NPCs]

"I told you that you would enjoy today," Tenachka says softly, voice soothing and warm. "And I would be happy to arrange for similar, if you keep up the excellent work you've been doing."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How many pieces do you have left?" she asks, lazily. 

[NPCs]

"Well, that's hard to say for sure," she replies after a thoughtful hum. "At minimum, six more. However, they have to be good works to make the cut, so to speak. Based on the current averages, that's roughly ten to fifteen completed projects. And, of course, I still need the climax of the show, a work that Maximizes all the rest. That one could take dozens of attempts or it could be the very next one."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Did you have ideas for that one yet?"

[NPCs]

"Wisps and fragments only," she confesses. "All I'm firm on is that I want have a sharp contrast, an emotional clash. A showing of duality. And... I am leaning towards one side of that being elegance and.... something. Romance or sentimentality perhaps? Decadence? Remoteness?" She shrugs dramatically, a blotch of silver-white paint on her collarbone catching the eye.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see. Well, give it some thought. I would hope you could start on that piece soon. I suspect it may require many sessions to complete, after all."

[NPCs]

"Mmh. More in that I will have a few aborted attempts, I think. Once I find the right place to start start, I think I'll have a clear path to the peak." She pauses for a long moment, just watching the three faux-ladies pet and soothe Coquette. "Though if you were willing to have a single, extended session instead, that could help."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"For the art. But it cannot be Metalladay -- I have an appointment after this on those days."

[NPCs]

"Why thank you!" Tenachka nearly sings out. "My dear, dear, muse. Tell me, are you hungry? Or perhaps you'd like another round? They can taken new forms as well, if you have a particular craving."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A snack would be just the thing. Something sweet." What is her game? Why is she acting like we're actually friends?

[NPCs]

With barely a jostle, Vansul slips off the bed. She returns less than a minute later, curling up next to Coquette with a tray resting on her hip. "I have some honeyed berries, sliced apples with a sprinkle of cinnamon and some vanilla crème caramels, my lady. Do they please you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"They do. Thank you." Her eyes light up a little when she sees the caramels, and she reaches for one.