The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You made it clear to me the very week I arrived that fucking a woman is cheating. Did you even wait a week before you broke it?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"For you to fuck a woman," Varisia says firmly. "For you. And before you snarl and sputter at me, know that it was your father that insisted on that clause being as it is. You-- we-- have no more or less rights in this marriage than what our wedding contract grant us."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So you never intended to be faithful to me. You never gave me the respect to choose my own terms, to speak for myself what would hurt me. You just do as you please, and to the darkness with me, is that it?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"If you wanted that-- if you wanted anything more than I chose to offer," Varisie's eyes open, showing flat, empty eyes, "you should have asked me for it. It is not my fault you refuse to take care of yourself."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you'd told me you were fucking around I would have! But no I had to find out from a slave!"

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia scoffs. "It's not like I did anything to hide it," Varisia spits at Coquette. "I regularly bed Delilah at home," she continues, referring to one of the lead singers at their favorite restaurants, "and I know I've told you more than once about going to Currying Parties. About how--" She scoffs again, shaking her head. "This is pointless. You aren't listening. You refuse to listen, or to learn."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I  refuse to listen! That's a pretty accusation coming from the deafest woman I know!"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Fine then," Varisia whispers, regret flavoring her voice but only over a steel core of ruthlessness. "If you won't listen to words, I'll have to resort to methods I thought we were past." She very deliberately locks gazes with Coquette, waiting for her to open her mouth to reply. Just before she speaks, her other arm comes around Blossom's body. The first sound of the first word is just starting to emerge when Varisia slits Blossom's stomach, crossing from hip to opposite rib. The elf's intestines burst out of her body with a wet splatter, echoed a split second later by a gurgled scream of pain.

[Coquette Blacquin]

A second scream fills the room, one it takes her a moment to realize is coming from her. It doesn't seem to matter. It all feels so far away...

"Watch now, mon chat.  Do not look away, do not close your eyes. Watch ma vipère as she takes the punishment you earned."

Pain rips through her, searing, clenching pain in her midsection, bearing down, clamping onto her sacred entrance. She tries to kick out, her feet tied together for some reason, she's covered in gore, her arms tied up by her head, and she can't move, so she screams, struggling to move.

Pain rips through her midsection. The babe! I have to-- I have to stay-- the babe is coming-- I have to-- but it feels further and further away by the second, she's falling, falling into the darkness. I have to fight! she thinks, and then she is gone, slumbering in blessed unconsciousness.

"Watch now, mon chat.  Do not look away, do not close your eyes."
So she keeps her eyes open, screaming and screaming, breathing coming faster and faster.
 My stomach is so big! My arms, I'm tied up -- what's happening to me, what is this pain, why am I in pain!

[Varisia Primfana]

And then things settle, turn grey and numbingly cool. The taste of overripe strawberries and dusty paper fill her mouth, chasing away the panic. It's not gone, not really, just pushed away so it can't touch her for now. Brilliant purple eyes in a dusky black face fill her vision. Her mouth moves, all flap flap flap, but it must not be important because there's no actual sound involved. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Then there's nothing but the pain, coming again in a squeezing, searing sensation. She screams again, not that she can hear it, not that she even notices the roughness in her throat as she does. "My stomach! It hurts, it hurts! Please, Mistress, it hurts, please! I'm sorry, I never meant to defy you, please, make it stop, make the pain stop!" 

[Varisia Primfana]

Strong, deft hands cup her face, stroke her cheeks and forehead. The angle is weird, as if... oh, they're coming from behind her. And... and she can see those eyes again, concerned and focused. There's a soft warmth underneath her head, cool silk under her body. There's a distant echo of pain from below her waist, but it feels a distant third to the gentle fingers in her hair or the refreshing tingling from the skin under the gooey paste spread out on her chest and throat.

"--be alright, love, I--"

"--almost done, just--"

"Breathe, love, breathe."

A thin, indignant wail.

Laughter amid tears.

"Oh she's so beautiful, my love."

"You've done so well, beloved. I'm so proud of you."

A cloth is settled over her chest, smooth flanel that's been gently warmed beforehand. A moment later, a wriggling weight is laid atop her bosom, those very familiar hands cradling it carefully in place. "See what you made, love? Isn't she just perfect?" There's a fussy, sleepy gurgle from the bundle on her chest, then a pair of gorgeous eyes, one emerald, one sapphire, stare up at Coquette with mystified wonder. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Did I do good?" she whimpers. "Will you forgive me?"

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia coos softly, tearing her gaze away from their daughter to met Coquette's eyes. "You did wonderful, my love. She's so beautiful and lovely. Look at her eyes, her tiny little nose. And those feet!" Her ruthless, casually cruel, cold-hearted bitch of a wife actually giggles with delight as she ever so gently wiggles the newborn's feet to make sure Coquette sees them. "Our daughter, Coquette, our adorable, perfect daughter." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Your daughter," murmurs Coquette, but by the time Varisia can respond, she's already asleep again. It didn't sound resentful; it sounded sad, distant. Pained. 


When Cindy wakes, there's a damp cloth on her head, and somehow, the bloodied blankets have been changed out without waking her. They're alone; the babe and Varisia are missing, leaving Cindy with Iron Bull to guard her. 

"...bull?" she asks, in a small, meek voice.