The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

".. it was part of our agreement," she says, her voice dull. She moves to lift the uniforms, to see what else is in the crate. 

[NPCs]

There's a heavy loop or... no, it's more of a 'U' shape, made of stiff leather wrapped around a bronze core. There are metal clasps a half foot from the ends that would allow it to be joined together, closing the gap, and two sets of heavy rings on each side with an eye big enough to fit Coquette's wrist, if not allow her fist to pass through. It looks vaguely familiar, but isn't something she can say she's really knows. Curled inside the leather whatever, is a four foot long whip made from braided hide. The final two items are a pile of coiled chain-- she can see three end links, so presumably it's at least two seperate lengths of iron chain-- and an object that is all too familiar to the poor young woman.

It seems that Varisia had decided that Coquette is ready to have the use of her very own strap-on cock. The harness looks almost exactly the same as the one Varisia uses on her, including the three slots on each side where vials of lubricant are already waiting for us. Though she does suspect that the straps are shorter to suit her narrower hips. But the penis is... strange looking. Long and thick, but squat looking, and flat on the tip instead of bulbously round. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"....what?" asks Coquette blankly, staring at the bits of metal, the leather. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull finishes folding up the uniforms he'd already pulled out and peers into-- And hey, he can do a pretty good growl even with his throat partially crushed. It doesn't last long, the imisy minotaur quickly swallows it back down, stepping back himself as he does so. "Where-- where bed put?" he grits out.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, right, this way, there's a chamber right off mine for my servant to use." She shows him to the chamber, then adds, "I'll be right back."

When she returns, it's to hold out a small vial to him. "Drink this, and don't tell anyone I gave it to you. That throat sounds bad, and I can't account for where I got it if my wife asks."

[The Iron Bull]

It might help, just a little, that despite everything, The Iron Bull takes the vial and drinks it without any sign of concern over what it might be. Swallowing, he lets out a slow sigh, pauses, then hums curiously. "That helps," he says, keeping his voice low. It's still rough and mushy due to the missing teeth, but the faint liquidy sound is gone. "Should be back to normal in three days, I think." He wriggles his jaw carefully. "Maybe not the teeth," he admits. Never lost a tooth I wasn't supposed to lose before. He looks over at the crate, face smoothing out. "Where should I put... the rest?" The cot, not yet assembled, and his uniforms are in the side room but everything else is still in the crate.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...by the bed," she decides. "Whatever it is, it's probably for sex."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's entire body stiffens. "What?" he demands, a hint of... panic bleeding into this voice. Certainly confusion as well. And... perhaps hurt?

[Coquette Blacquin]

She looks up. "What? What did I say? I don't know what that is in there."

[The Iron Bull]

"You don't--" Bull looks at her, looks at her directly in the eye as he tries to read her. "Fuck," he finally mumbles, rubbing at his face. Carefully, after the first instant. "...s'a yoke. Wrong shape 'cause it's made for a bull on two legs," he says quietly. "Real subtle, your wife. Whips a goad," he adds, though it's not nearly as touchy a subject to him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She makes a face. "Shove it under my bed, then. I assumed it was something she intended to use on me, not... that." 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull grunts as he hauls the crate over to her bed. He lifts out the yoke, scowling at it, then blanches as he looks back down into the crate. "Sick, twisted bitch," he mutters, shuddering. "Rest too?" he asks louder. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods. "I'd get rid of all of it, but she'll probably ask about it. So it's best to be able to say I kept it." She takes a deep breath, then, moving to sit on the couch once more. "You really want to stay? Truly? Not just out of a sense of, of obligation?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull rather eagerly banishes the rest of the items under the bed as well, looking a bit ill at having to deal with the yoke and strap-on. "Yeah," he confirms simply, not feeling any need to explain what just is. "Do uh, do you still want me here? 'caused a lot of trouble for ya," he finishes in a guilty voice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No more than I cause for myself," she admits. "She promised she'd let you go, unharmed. I thought I'd never see you again. I didn't think... I didn't think I'd be allowed to keep anyone as wonderful as you."