The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

"W-w-w-w-w-we c-c-c-can t-t-t-try. A-at l-l-l-l-least." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette nods. "Alright. I want to make sure this is enjoyable for you as well, Shisou. I know you prefer to bottom, but I can't get pregnant wearing the strap-on. Is it okay if Bull helps?"

Shisou glances at Bull, and nods. At a glance from Coquette, Bull also nods his consent. 

"Alright. Do you want Bull to try and penetrate you from behind with a toy, or do you want to try and take him in your mouth?"

"M-m-m-m-outh," stammers Shisou, blushing faintly. I'm not prepared for anal today.

"Good lad. Here, let's head to the bed. I'll lay on my back at the edge of the bed, and Bull, you can kneel with one knee on either side of me? Like this," she adds, finally reaching the bed and sitting on the edge. "Here and here?" she gestures, for where Bull can put his knees. "I think that puts your cock at roughly mouth level for Shisou, and he can focus on that while he enters me."

[The Iron Bull]

Zevran blinks a few times, a bit bemused at the matter-of-factness she's going about all of this. "Uh, princess?" Bull murmurs, squinting at Shisou with a hint of concern. "One second. Hey, Shisou, what's your gag reflex like?"

[Shisou]

"P-p-p-p-p-pretty g-g-g-g-g-good," he admits, shrugging a little. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Okay, good, just wanted to double check that before we get too invested in the plan as is," Bull explains, tossing his shirt onto a cushy chair in the corner of the bedroom. He glance at Zevran then, head tilting to the side in silent question. Shrugging, the merikos drow makes his way to the small table where the snacks are-- and pauses just nearby. 

"Would..." He hesitates, starts to change his mind, then changes his mind about changing his mind. Instead, he looks over at Coquette and braces himself. "May I be permitted to read one of your books?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sure," she says, shrugging as she wiggles out of her bloomers. "They're mostly nonfiction, but if you're into romances, there's a few on the top shelf. Now, you, come here and kiss me," she adds, with a playful grin on her face as Shisou complies. 

Over the next several minutes, all three of them begin to touch and kiss each other as Zevran picks out his book and curls up in a comfy chair to read. Shisou's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he spies what Bull keeps hidden in his pants, but he bravely soldiers on, both excited and intimidated by the prospect. I didn't think he'd be dainty like an elf, but I didn't expect.... that. 

One thing Coquette didn't think through when suggesting their positions is that she'll be mostly hidden behind Bull; the two men are face to face, but it's strangely isolating being tucked behind her bodyguard. She uses her voice at first to give Shisou encouragement, but when she's pretty sure nobody's looking, she closes her eyes, letting her features droop and a couple tears to fall. I didn't want to be pregnant so soon, but this is the best I can do. And once he's gone... I'll be punished. Dammit. I'd hoped... I'd hoped... But that was foolish. Of course he wants freedom, and he deserves it. I just have to pray she doesn't kill anyone over it. 

[Zevran]

The sex gets some mild interest at first, but the assassin and pleasure slave has been involved in far too many scenes of debauchery for a comparatively tame threesome to tantalize all that much. If he allowed himself to care, even if only for the passion and care they're showing each other, then he might have been able to enjoy it anyway. But he's too scarred, too scared, to open himself up that way just yet. And so he tries to lose himself in the book but... She was not wrong about her nonfiction being terribly dull. And this romance? Trash. Absolute trash. I think that perhaps I can repay her good faith with some recommendations. 

Hoping that perhaps some of the other romances are not... full of 'heaving milky white bosoms made plump by lustful thoughts' or 'throbbing members capped with angry red helmets, like a soldier preparing to storm his way into into a delicate, salty flower' he rises to his feet and pads silently over to the bookshelf. After a minute or so, he decides that reading a book on Alessian fashion might perhaps not be all that boring after all, he turns to return to the table-- and pauses. 

Why is she..? Experienced eyes sweep over her, noting how her body moves, her muscles quiver. Not pain. And she is feeling pleasure. Then... why? Troubled now, the merikos drow returns to his seat where he sends the next hour staring at the same pages.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You did such a good job," she coos, pulling Shisou close to her and stroking his hair. "You took almost half of it. And you did a great job with me. You're so brave."

Apparently, she's learned something about aftercare from somewhere. Coquette didn't cum, but neither did she expect to; tonight, her concern, her care, is for Shisou, making sure he could perform and enjoyed himself. He came, of course. Twice. 

"Will you put him to bed?" she asks Bull, sitting up with him. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull gets to his feet with a grunt, feeling content but still kind of interested in having another go or two. Shisou's not bad with his mouth. Eager and enjoys it, which helps a ton, even if he needs more practice. Heh. Might be I should suggest a new reward system for our tutoring exchange. He lifts up the much smaller man without any show of effort but pauses there. "...hey, Shi, you with us?" he rumbles. At the sleepy, wordless answer, Bull chuckles. "You alright with just bunking down in my cot tonight? Don't want to walk through the halls with you and all."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Shsiou nods, as Coquette smiles, twisting some hair around her finger. They're adorable together. I've got to get them dating properly. Well, if Shisou's up for two new beaus. 

Which is when she remembers Zevran, glancing his direction. He's probably asleep too. 

[Zevran]

He certainly looks asleep, at least from across the room, unreacting to the admittedly meager noise Bull makes leaving the room. Feet tucked up on the sofa, book closed and held slack in one hand, eyes closed and head resting against the plush back of the chair. He'd evidently shed his slippers at some point, leaving him in just the loose cotton trousers and shirt that most of the husbands have taken to wearing around the house. It's certainly the most relaxed, the most peaceful, that she's seen him be since she's met him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She smiles faintly, then slips out of bed, grabbing a spare woolen blanket and moving to drape it over him. Let him sleep. He looks like he needs it.

[Zevran]

Fingers wrap around his her wrist, the grip firm but not painful. Eyes still closed, he murmurs, "you did not reach completion." His thumb strokes the inside of her wrist, right above the pulse point.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No," she says, blushing faintly. "My body is not like my wife's, to reach completion easily. It was stressful enough for Shisou to perform without worrying about what my body would do."

[Zevran]

He turns his head a little, looking at her with half-lidded eyes that hold secrets she can't name but knows, instinctively, are the best kind of wicked. "That was... surprisingly unsurprisingly considerate of you," he murmurs, thumb still whispering against her flesh. "But you have other options, if you wish to avail yourself of them."