The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"I... must admit she has some skill in that at least," Zevran says with a shudder. "Though I cannot say enough how relieved I am to know you don't prefer such books." He gestures at the bed as he speaks, taking a seat himself. "I was somewhat serious," he adds, "in regards to my proposal. Given your comment about needing some warming up, I was thinking foreplay aplenty and then bringing you to peaks with my mouth. And fingers, but oral as the focus." He wrinkled his nose. "Unless you do not like such?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is possible," she agrees. "Oral and fingers are the surest ways to accomplish it. You must go slowly, and avoid too much direct stimulus, as I find it uncomfortable before I am sufficiently warmed up. If you happen to know where the secret spot is inside me, you can be much firmer there than on the exterior."

[Zevran]

"It might take a moment to find it for you specifically, but Ciren's mark is certainly familiar to me," he assures her, laying back against the headboard and patting the spot beside him. "Are your breasts similarly averse to overly harsh or premature attention? Or your ass, or anywhere else for that matter?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let's leave my ass out of it for now," she admits. "I can be... shy, there. It takes a lot to be prepared. My breasts are well used to attention, though my nipples are not as sensitive as Varisia's."

[Zevran]

Zevran's brow furrows slightly. "You compare your body and responses to hers rather often," he observes carefully. And you are still hesitating to get close to me...

[Coquette Blacquin]

She sits beside him at last, unwinding her breastband -- which reveals why she was hesitating, to get the knot untied. "She is the only woman I have been allowed to be intimate with in my life."

[Zevran]

"Ah." A flicker of something unpleasant shows in his expression for a second, then he shakes his head to banish it. "I see. Well, that is a true shame. I am firmly of the belief that passion should be shared widely and often." Well, I am when I am more the self I wish to be. "Well, unless you have anything you want to tell me or to ask, then, as we are keeping things simple, I have only left to ask if you mind if I am, hmm, not aggressive, but... forward perhaps? Or perhaps say rather, if you need me to allow you to set the pace entirely?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I like forward," she admits. "It's pushy I don't enjoy so much. Though, even then, I can be brought to completion." Have been, when Varisia wanted to make a point. "May we begin with kissing?"

[Zevran]

Taking her at her word, he answers her request by cupping the side of her face and leaning in to kiss her. He starts softly, almost tenderly, but when she doesn't not indicate a misstep, he increases his efforts. His lips are softer and thinner than Bull's, that's rather obvious, but he's almost the imisy's equal in the fervor and attention he pays to Coquette's every reaction. He reminds her most of Lux, but even at his most playful, the tiefling lacks Zevran's self-assurance.

And, not that Varisia kisses Coquette all that frequently really, being much more prone to acts more accurately described as 'crushing her lips against hers' or 'thrusting her tongue into her mouth' but, well...

He's a much better kisser than her wife, that much is for sure. So are all of her husbands and Bull though, so this is by far the easiest category for him to defeat Varisia in.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette isn't a bad kissed by any stretch of the imagination, either. Her kisses begin slow, hesitant, but she warms up quickly. Her tongue pauses a moment before entering, giving him time to pull back if he wants, and as it explores his mouth it does so almost timidly, gently. Meanwhile, her hand comes up to entwine in his hair, exploring the back of his neck, the points of his ears. Getting to know his body like she knows her other husbands. 

As the kissing continues, she reaches for his hand, gently guiding it to her velvet folds. She is, after all, still somewhat warmed up from the earlier play, despite it being mostly penetrative. 

[Zevran]

Gently sealing his lips around her tongue and sucking on it as if it were an exceptionally large clit, Zevran hums with pleasure. He allows her to direct his touch without qualm, delaying only to stroke the inside of her wrist. Once there, he doesn't just slide in and start fingering her but instead caresses her thighs. Every couple of strokes, the side of his hand ghosts across her mound, never quite firmly enough to do more than tease. His other hand, being partially trapped under her, splays itself across her back. It's a kind gesture, not an erotic one, as it serves solely to take some of her weight off her abs, making it easier for her to stretch over and kiss him instead of inflaming her desires more.

She is almost shy, he marvels, though the most of him is focused utterly on her enjoyment and comfort. I cannot fathom how she has retained that, but despite being confident in her skill-- warrantiedly so-- and experienced, she is bashful. Somehow. An intriguing delight you are turning out to be, Not-Mistress Coquette. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

He is definitely not Nathaniel, she decides, and the relief dampens her almost as much as his touch does. Nathaniel was skilled, but in an almost perfunctory way. He seemed to take no pleasure himself, living only to serve me. Zevran is gentle, kind, and seems to truly enjoy this as much as I am. He is much more like the twins than even like Shisou, who struggles so much and needs me to take care of him. With Zevran, I can let go and be more of an equal partner in bed. 

With a small whimper, she shifts her hips, trying to draw closer to his hand, to bring him towards her folds again. The whimper isn't so much pleading as almost playful, a slightly submissive gesture. 

[Zevran]

She encounters a new sensation then; she's had lovers hum or moan while sucking on her tongue, but laughter is new. His eyes, wide and clear of any negative feeling for once, are instead sparkling with mirth. Twirling his tongue around hers once more, he then pulls away. "Something amiss, Coquette?"  he purrs, nipping at her lower lip as he speaks. Just as she draws in breath to speak, his runs the flat of his pointer finger nail along her slit, bottom to top.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She lets out a soft moan, shivering with pleasure. "No," she lies, with a wicked grin. "Nothing's wrong at all. I can do this all day." And what a joy it is to be playful in bed! It has been some time. Why did I stop sleeping with Nox and Lux so often after the babes came again?

[Zevran]

"Oh? That is impressive." Zevran waggles his eyebrows, smirking. "Of course, it is night and not day so..." She's not entirely sure what he did next with his fingers. There was penetration, she's certain of that much, but the finer details are lost amid the jolt of pleasure that radiates out from her cunt. Well that confirms she has a drow's anatomy, at least there, even if she lacks their libedo.