The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric shakes his head. "I'm not mad! I just-- can I see it? I've only seen a few cocks in my life and never one as big as yours."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull stares at him for a moment, trying to read his face to assure himself that Cedric really means it. "You're not... really?" Tension leaks out of him slowly, then collapses in a rush as Bull sags limply against the headboard. "Oh thank Helios," he mutters, though Cedric doesn't understand the guttural, reverberating words he uses. "Wait. You... you want to see it?" 

His voice does not squeak. Nor does he stammer or blush. The Iron Bull is a smooth talking son of a hardcore bitch and he doesn't do bashful. 

He is also not above minor self-delusion. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric blushes, then, his shoulders climbing toward his ears. "Sorry, I shouldn't gawk," he mumbles. "I just... well, you know by now I don't have one. They fascinate me."

[The Iron Bull]

"It's not gawking, you're not gawking and even if ya'were, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to gawk me a bit," Bull rushes to reassure him. He licks his lips, then clears his throat. "You can. If you want. Gawk. Now, I mean."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric shifts a little, pulling back the covers to take a peek at Bull's metamagic rod. "Woah," he says appreciatively, moving to stroke it gently. "That's. A lot." I'm jealous.

[The Iron Bull]

"Uuugaaa," Bull moans softly, eyes crossing. He manages to keep his hips from bucking, but his cock surges at the first touch, slapping against Cedric's hand with a rather meaty sound. Evidently the muscles in Bull's pelvis are proportionate to both length and girth. It's not quite the same shape as Coquette has seen before either, as the head is almost flat and the foreskin is much reduced in what it covers. No fur at all on the shaft; instead, the skin is soft and almost slick, the color that of a Princess Kishi rose.

[Coquette Blacquin]

He knows better. Cedric is a creature of restraint and poise. And therefore, in restrained, poised fashion, he bends over and gently licks the head of Bull's cock. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Glurk?!aaaahhhh."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Another lick, and then another. Cedric opens his mouth wide, then wider. It barely fits in my  mouth, he thinks, as he pushes his lips against the tip, takes just a little of it into his mouth. And the length! I won't be able to fit much of it at all...

[The Iron Bull]

"Merciful slaughter," Bull gasps out as he feels Cedric's lips wrap around the head of his cock. His hips rise up a few inches before he can force himself back down. "Ced." He's not sure what he's calling for him to do. Or ask him. Tell him. Beg him. "Ced." Another inch of him is taken into that warm, wet mouth and Bull is fairly sure he can actually hear his brain run headlong into his libido and splatter. Eyes crossing, he tries to muster some kind of focus or... 

Oh hey. Finally giving into an urge he's had for over a year now, Bull reaches down and kneads Cedric's ass firmly, his hand covers the entirely of one cheek, his thumb pressing against his inner thigh.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric starts, and another inch slips into his mouth, the minotaur's tip brushing the back of his throat. So that's all I can fit, he thinks, regretfully. 

Not exactly, thinks Noire. There is a way...

Cedric, never one to back down from a challenge, takes a deep breath, then leans forward quickly, slipping Bull down his throat the way Noire's seen Varisia do with a toy to show off. Almost immediately, he begins to gag, coughing and sputtering on Bull's tip, until he has to pull back and swallow hard to stop from throwing up. Dammit, how the hell does anyone do that?!

[The Iron Bull]

"Cedric?" Bull gasps out, the sound of him gagging getting past the incredible feeling having his cock squeezed by his throat had been. "What-- you okay down there?" He sucks in a quick breath to try and center himself, pushing himself forward a bit more so he can see Cedric's face. Or try, at least.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric coughs, managing to croak out a weak "I'm fine" in between hacking coughs. Gah, I barely avoided throwing up! Dammit, dammit. I'm going to figure this out, one way or another. I won't let Her get the better of me!

[The Iron Bull]

"Wait, did you try to--" Bull laughs weakly, a bit embarrassed and a bit proud. "Ced, hon, 'preciate the thought, but I'm half minotaur. Ain't none but full blood or a nagaji is gonna get, uh, all that in their mouth."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll do it. You'll see. I'll figure out how." His stubborn jaw sets, his mouth forming a line.