The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Are you feeling better?" Vansul asks carefully, her lower lip swollen and slightly bloodied. She's just off the side, giving space to Tamul and Vik to work their magic.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A... a little," she manages, chewing her lower lip. 

[NPCs]

"Can I help at all?" Vansul offers eagerly, eyes brightening at Coquette's return to gentleness. "We could kiss, or you could play with me, or I can dance for you, or play with myself or..." She blushes as she stops her own rambling.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I would appreciate if you danced for me," she agrees. 

[NPCs]

Face lighting up, Vansul shimmies off the bed. Standing at the footboard, she smiles shyly at Coquette, flushing a little at the sight of Coquette being slowly assfucked and sucked off at the same time. Still, she takes a slow breath, eyes closing part way, then begins to dance.

Both surprisingly and not, the dance Vansul performs is not overtly sexual. Beautiful, yes. Arousing as well, but mostly due to her nudity. With admirable dexterity and skill born of long practice, the elf maiden bends and flows, arms drifting through the air like leaves in a spring wind. Her hair, loose and wild, obscures her face and chest for brief moments in a manner that seems unplanned but swiftly adapted to. It's almost an Alessia water dance, but it lacks the passion and sensualness those showcase. Instead, it's graceful and serene.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart watches, enraptured, almost forgetting about what else is going on to her -- she's managed to learn how to ignore the sensations of the body quite effectively. 

[NPCs]

The sudden bolt of pleasure that strikes her as she climaxes thus catches her off guard. Her balls tighten, her cock pulses, her seed floods out into Vik's mouth and something in her ass radiates a throbbing sort of ecstasy. And all the while, Vansul weaves and flows before her, eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her face.

As the very intense orgasm fades, Sweetheart hears Tamul whisper in her ear. "Looks like you rather enjoyed that, my love. Want to try being on the outside of the sandwich? We could pull our little dancer over her, press her between us. I'll even let you choose which of her holes you use."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, um.... that sounds lovely." Sweetheart, unused to having permission to make choices like this, defaults to saying yes to whatever she's told. 

[NPCs]

"Does it now?" Tamul murmurs, her breath hot against Coquette's ear. "Interesting... Well. Would you prefer her cunt or her ass?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Um..." she shifts, unsure. "Whichever's easier?"

[NPCs]

Slowing as she makes out the conversation, Vansul takes a knee on the edge of the bed. Once Coquette looks at her, she says, eyes fixed on the bed, "I'd like to feel you in my cunt again, of-- if that's okay, my lady?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course. Yes. That's how it will be."

[NPCs]

"Wonderful," Tamul says blandly, pushing on Coquette's back to help her up. "Lay on your back, my lady, and Vansul will cover you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette wriggles free, laying comfortably atop the pillow and bedspread. 

[NPCs]

Vansul slowly crawls her way up Coquette's body, scattering kisses along the way. When she's positioned just right, she looks down at her with a happy, tender smile. A hand strokes Coquette's cock, then grasps it to slide it into Vansul, who gasps softly. Lowering her head to rest in the crook of Coquette's neck, the elf moans as Tamul takes her own place behind and inside her behind.

"Mmmh. Nice and tight, still a little slick with your cum. And I can feel your cock through her, lover," Tamul comments lazily. She savors the sensation for a moment, then starts to thrust. She starts slowly, but steadily increases her tempo and force until Vansul is rocking against Coquette with each meaty slap of their flesh.