The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"...right," Bull says hesitantly, tensing and relaxing his shoulders as he braces for pain. This is gonna be a shit show.

[Varisia Primfana]

It's fifteen minutes later when Varisia stalks into the room. "Wife," the merikos drow says coyly, leaning against the inside of the doorframe. She's wearing a supple, alabaster colored leather corset that just barely covers her nipples, a silk sash that has a handful of thin strips that do more to tantalize the viewer than obscure the view and knee high boots of the same leather as the corset. She's also got a whip coiled around a strap on the corset on her right side and a cloth covered paddle on the other side. She looks tense, excited and aroused, her eyes hungry and eager. "I like this new game," she purrs, biting her lower lip.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is no game," says Coquette simply, turning another page. "I have no interest in your bed at this time. I refuse, as is my right."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia is silent a moment. When she speaks, her tone is more controlled than before, less flirty and more imperial. There's a warning in it, but also an offer. "My bed isn't here," she observes, gesturing at the room around them. "There's a table, which is handy as I'd very much like to eat something tasty right now." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No. If you wish to engage in sexual relations tonight, go find one of your other women to take to your bed. I have no interest in a cheater."

[Varisia Primfana]

Her wife stiffens, temper flaring in her eyes-- and then she falters, a look of confusion taking over. "Cheater? What are-- Coquette, what in blood and ash are you talking about?" she demands.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I know you've been fucking other women," says Coquette, her voice as sharp as a razor. "I won't stand for that level of disrespect in my own house."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Of course I have," Varisia protests, eyes narrowing. "What are you babbling about? Disrespect?" She straightens up, one hand resting on her hip as she glares at Coquette. "Speak sense, dammit."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She gives a bitter laugh. "You don't even have the respect to deny it! How would it look if others knew you were fucking other women? They will say I cannot satisfy you, that I am not your wife and partner but only the least among your lovers. That sex with me is so terrible that you would turn to raping a slave to get what you need. And for you to be so brazen about it, they must be right. Well, I won't torment you with my fumbling any longer."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia, worryingly, doesn't interrupt Coquette during her tirade. Even more worryingly, she doesn't shout or even raise her voice. "Are you done?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"With you? Thinking about it." It's petty and mean, she knows it -- not in the least because she can't divorce Varisia, not really. "Speaking, yes."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia nods once, sharply. "Good. When you've come to your senses, I will allow you to beg." Her gaze slides off to the side. "Male, come with me," she says curtly. Bull, body tense and face painfully blank, rises to his feet and starts following the departing merikos drow without a word or glance.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bull. Remain here." Coquette's voice is sharp, harsh. "He is mine. You cannot have him."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Male?" Varisia's voice is light, almost sweet.

"I... obey, Mistress Varisia," Bull answers in a choked, aching, voice. Varisia laughs, a dark, mirth filled sound.

"The only thing you own is your soul, Little Bitch. Remember that."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I own my body. Take him and you will never touch it again."