The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy does her best to pull an imperious tone. "Unhand my handmaiden at once," she declares. "I have ordered him to perform a service and you are impeding him."

[Varisia Primfana]

Bull lets out a pained gasp, one he tries to muffle, to hold in, but can't. 

Varisia says nothing, just continues to look at Coquette.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She swallows, lowering her eyes. She's pissed. Why? About Regal still? "Please."

[The Iron Bull]

"Please..?" 

The word is quiet, barely a whisper, and almost drowned out by the strangled whine Bull is making. He's still keeping his face blank, save for his crimson-- wait, were his irises always red?-- eyes, but the first on the other side of his body from Varisia is clenched tightly in a fist.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please, Mistress Varisia." Her eyes are lowered, her shoulders slightly hunched, the lines of her body showing submission. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's head tilts just a fraction of an inch towards Bull and she says flatly, "get out." Bull lets out an full gasp of pain, his body curling slightly, and Varisia withdraws her hand. She's opened her mouth to say something to Coquette when Bull's fist slams into her head with enough force to send her flying off the bed. Eyes blazing now, The Iron Bull lets out a savage, wordless bellow as he scrambles off his knees and into a predatory crouch.

In front of Coquette, protecting her from the threat.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No!" shrieks Cindy, grabbing for Bull to yank him back toward her. "No, please, don't." She's going to kill him. She's going to take him away from me. "Please, just go while you can." I'm so sorry, Bull. 

[The Iron Bull]

The imisy minotaur tenses, and for a half second, Coquette has to wonder (fear) that he's about to attack her as well. But instead of hitting her, he sweeps his arm back to push the much smaller merikos drow back behind him. Varisia had managed to roll in midair so she'd landed on her feet. Taking advantage of his distraction, she lunges forward, a wickedly hooked blade in her hand. Bull manages to get an arm up in time to prevent it from lodging into his throat, but his return swipe is too slow to connect. Bellowing again, he leaps off the bed, intending to land atop the faster Varisia in order to pin her down. He misses, of course, the shout warning enough to get her moving before he'd even lifted off the bed.

The resulting exchange of attacks takes less than ten seconds to resolve. Bull gets scored on his shoulder, across his gut and once more on the same arm, each blow tearing the flesh horrifically and causing unnaturally rapid bleeding. In exchange, Varisia only takes a single blow, though Coquette hears the crack of bones when the imisy's knee caught her wife in the thigh. A second after that strike, the off balance male is sent to the ground, Varisia kneeling on his back. She's pressing down on his head with her free hand, the blade already angling to slit his throat.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette doesn't think -- she throws herself down on top of him, trying to protect his body with her own. "Stop, please! I asked him to be here, he's supposed to be guarding me -- don't kill him!"

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia snarls, a string of foul sounding words spewing from her lips as she glares at Coquette with maddened eyes. Coquette has seen her wife furious. Seen her angry, even murderous. She's looked her in the face seconds after the older merikos drow had killed a pair of assassins that had crept into their home, blade still wet with blood.

She's never seen Varisia's eyes filled with this kind of insane hatred and violence.

The blade moves down, slows. Move again, the hand trembles. Bull bucks underneath them both and she snarls again, the thumb of her empty hand gouging into the weak spot just under the ear, where the jaw connects to the rest of the skull. Eyes locked on Coquette, she grounds out, "why not?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Because-- because he's mine, and I don't have anything else. Just you. And you're always gone. Please. Let me have him, I promise he'll behave."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia stares at Coquette, panting, the point of the blade resting on Bull's thigh. A trickle of blood wells up, more than it shoulder from just a pricking, but not serious in and of itself. He's still struggling, but it's clear he's weakening fast thanks to the blood loss. Swallowing, her wife says in a low, dangerous voice, "he attacked me. A male. In my own home. A male attacked me, struck me." Her eyes are darkening again as she speaks, her psychosis-- and Coquette cannot label it anything else right now-- surging back to the fore. "I cannot just-- He must die," she hisses. "Painfully, slowly, screaming and in utter agony. A male. He has to pay."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So punish me instead. I brought him here, it's my fault. Punish me. I need a strong bodyguard to keep me safe when you're not here."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia stills, eyes sharpening as she studies Coquette. "When did you start fucking him?" she demands abruptly. Why are you protecting him so strongly? Do you love him? I won't share your heart, Little Bitch. You are mine. All of you is mine.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Never. But I want him as my bodyguard and maid-in-waiting."