The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She slumps to the side, moaning into his shoulder, using him to hold herself up as her body tries to sink bonelessly into the pleasure. Oh, he's good. 

[Zevran]

Moving on from her lips, Zevran tastes, licks and nibbles her body with exquisite attention. He focuses entirely on her pleasure and satisfaction, making no effort to arouse himself, and yet she never once gets the impression he's anything less than delighted. He treats her with respect, with kindness, with almost a reverence and gratitude. Nathaniel can be similar, but there's something different about how Zevran comes off with it. It's like... Nathaniel is grateful for being given the chance to serve, to obey. Zevran is grateful and humbled that Coquette is sharing her body, her intimacy, with him. She is a person, not a master. Sex is a gift, not a duty.

And he also gives the best oral sex she's had in her entire life, something he proves three damn times before she finally waves off a fourth.

He stops as requested, shifting his attention from her cunt to her thighs. Soft, gentle kisses, nuzzles of his cheek, warm, soothing words. Not in the breathy, almost haunting language he used when eating her out to great effect, but something else. More flowing and somehow deeper than the other. After some time doing that, he spends a minute or so working his way up her body, always working to soothe and settle instead of arouse. Laying himself out alongside her, he smiles, an open, honest smile. "Hello," he says quietly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

At some point during all this, during the pleasure and the teasing, she honestly, truly lets her guard down. It's the only way she can achieve completion, and yet, it's so hard to do with a new partner -- she hadn't reached completion with the twins the first time they lay together, nor the first half dozen, and she'd only done so with Varisia once broken down far enough that she couldn't keep up her defenses at all. To lower them the first time she lay with Zevran just adds another feather into his cap: he feels safe in a way Varisia and Nathaniel don't, in a way even Shisou doesn't quite. It's not that the stammering human would hurt her, per se, it's that she has to take care of him and so she can't relax her guard and let him take care of her. 

"Hey," she says gently, stroking his hair. "Now you're the one who didn't cum," she adds, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Do you want help with that?"

[Zevran]

"I am content," he assures her, a slight slurring to his words she hadn't noticed until he spoke in common. His eyes are alert enough, so it's probably just his tongue that's tired. Understandably so. He shifts around until his head lays on her breast, one of her arms around him. He takes that hand, idly playing with her fingers. "I... I have not had the chance to do this in years now. Any..." He shakes his head a little. "No, I will not speak of darkness in this moment," he murmurs. "I am content," he repeats.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I think I'm falling for you," she teases. "You remind me of someone. Perhaps it's Ciren himself, I'm not certain. You are definitely better than my wife, that's for sure."

[Zevran]

Zevran snorts lightly. "Damming me with faint praise, hmm? Well, the last bit anyway." He rotates a little so he's more facing her, an action that put him in contact with her body such that she can feel that he's half-hard at most, a state that his pants had mostly hidden previously. "I am Cirenite," he offers. "As a child, I had considered entering His service directly, to work as a Joy of Passion." He chuckles, amused at the innocence of that child. "Part, a not small part, of it was having a great deal of sex with a great deal of people, but the core of it was more. I wanted... well, this, and things like it. Teaching people that sex can be fun or comforting or nourishing or even life-saving. Soul-saving."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am Cirenite as well," she admits. "I wanted... I wanted a life full of joy and passion. Not sex, but passion. A life worth living. I've not found it, not yet, but I find that these stolen moments are enough to sustain me."

[Zevran]

Zevran nods a little. "I can still see Passion in the world, but I... I struggle with the rest," he whispers, eyes closing briefly. But only briefly, then they open and he gives her a lopsided smile. "Thank you for this. For..." He trails offer, instead gesturing not at their bodies or even the bed, but at the chair he'd been sitting at. Or perhaps at the small coin purse on the table there that contains things far more ephemeral than mere gold.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's only the right thing to do. I will find your bloodstone and set you properly free, I swear it. Thank me then, when that's done and you're on your way out." She smiles, then, reaching for his hand to hold. "Until then, I'm honored to have you as a husband."

[Zevran]

Zevran tenses sharply, then exhales slowly, the bulk of the tension leaving along with the breath. "...perhaps we could go with suitor, for now," he half suggests, half requests. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course. Suitor, then."

[Zevran]

He squeezes her hand gently in thanks, his body going lax and loose against hers. "I should warn you," he mentions a few moments later, "just as I did Shisou, that I am not an demanding date but I do have high standards. I expect to be impressed, mon aingeal airgid." Interesting little mix there; an elven pronoun followed by Celestial spoken with an accent that isn't either. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How do you feel about picnics?" she wonders aloud. "There's a pond not far from here where we could go boating or fishing, have a picnic."

[Zevran]

"Picnics are good," Zevran agrees. "So is nude swimming and sunbathing. I was... kept, before here, in the desert, and I grew up in a small village with no less than seven ponds in less than fifteen minutes walk from home."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Then, it's a date. We'll go tomorrow afternoon and laze about in the sun at the pond." As she cuddles up to him, her mind drifts back some years, to the much less fortunate series of events that happened at that particular pond -- the events that have been in many ways overwritten, though not quite all the way, by the numerous dates and pleasant afternoons spent in the same location, so that it is only late at night or when she is in a truly black mood that she dwells on the events. 


Nox and Lux had the day off, more or less. They had already cleared a week in advance that neither of their services would be required by their pregnant Lady, and the Mistress was out of the house on one of her annual "long trips", the ones where she would be gone for weeks at a time. So they had packed a picnic to spend some time up at the pond, just the two of them, on a date with each other. It was hardly a secret the pair were committed to each other more so than even to their shared pregnant wife, though they were both eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child. Which of them was the genetic father they weren't certain, but the pregnancy was progressing akin to that of an elf, aasimar, or tiefling, so they suspected they would only find out when it was born, if at all. But today wasn't about the babe, it was about the two of them, relaxing and enjoying the countryside -- so different than the city in which they had grown up! 

It was a little irritating when Nox spotted the Lady on her white mare, riding toward the pond. Was she looking for them? They hadn't told her of their plans, so it was possible she had thought to come here alone, a coincidence. She doesn't ride around the pond, either, instead heading straight for the dock, dismounting the nameless mare. So she must not be looking for them. 

When she slaps the horse's rump, sending the mare running back to familiar stables, the pair begin to grow curious. What was she doing, sending the horse back? How did she plan to return? Perhaps they should go greet her, find out what was going on. Lux certainly thought it was worth a bit of conversation, though Nox was still a little irked at his plans being disturbed. 

Before they can get into shouting range, they spy something quite alarming: fully dressed, wearing a hip bag and everything, Coquette steps off the end of the pier into the lake. She does not resurface.