The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Noire agrees with me, Cindy agrees with you that it counts."

[The Iron Bull]

Noire can fuck off then. "Hmmm. Can you guys share? I meant like..." He squints a little, looking for the words. "I dunno. Like can both you and Cindy be, uh, in front? Or can ya split things up? You talk and dunno, control the hands while she handles everything else or sumthin?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Um. It's a little hard to do intentionally. Usually we end up fighting for it." 

[The Iron Bull]

"Even if yer planning for it?" Bull grinds himself against Cedric's stomach, eyes lidded. "Even if yer motivated?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What if I don't want to share?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull blinks a few times, then shrugs. "Long as ya mean sharing yer turn instead of sharing me entirely, then sure," Bull replies easily. Woulda been real hot, but can't entirely blame'em. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I just... it'd be better if we had some privacy. The least they can do is not make me lose control of my body during the hottest sex I've ever had."

[The Iron Bull]

"The hottest--" Bull grins, ear to ear, despite the return of his blush. "Really? Even more than-- I mean, Nox and Lux are..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't usually fuck Nox and Lux. I only come out when... when things are bad, to protect Little B. So. Yeah."

[The Iron Bull]

Thankfully, Bull catches the very important word 'usually' in that explanation. "Guess that makes sense," he says slowly, then offers a lopsided, awkward smile. "Guess that means that, uh, that we're in the same formation; both of us are-- well, basically virgins."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What, you? No way. No way!" Cedric grins, then it fades a bit. "Would you prefer Cindy? She'd let you, um, you know. With the um. Parts."

[The Iron Bull]

Wait, I already-- Cindy. I told Cindy. Right, Ced sleeps a lot. Bull just shakes his head, still smiling. "Don't think it can work, doing that sorta thing. No trying to make it perfect, no trying to keep things even or whatever. Just... Just us being us." He runs his hands up Cedric's back, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Is that okay? With both of you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sure, it's just... I'm not... you know. Ugh, why am I so bad at words?! I'm not... comfortable with stuff. And you're really big. And... ugh, what am I saying." Cedric gives up, then, kissing Bull instead. This is much easier than talking.

[The Iron Bull]

Bull happily goes along with kissing for some time, though the imisy minotaur seems to enjoy nibbling and, well, if Cindy was forced to give an honest description, lipping Cedric's neck and ears. A few minutes later finds Bull turned onto one side, half leaning over Cedric, who is also on his side and facing Bull. "Should stop," he says with reluctance, nuzzling Cedric's hair, then groans. Okay, squeezing my dick is just playing diiiiiiiiii--

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric wriggles closer, thrusting Bull's massive cock between his legs -- not upwards toward his pelvis, but across it, between the legs and toward his butt. Like riding a stick hobby-horse, he thinks, grinning. "Giddyup," he teases.