The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes. You get used to him," giggles Coquette. 

[Zevran]

Zevran laughs softly, then smirks up at her. "Given what I saw two nights ago, I would agree that he must require a bit of time and effort to accommodate properly so that all involved enjoy his substantial... personality," he says, waggling his eyebrows to ensure his words are taken for the joke that they are. 

"Niiiiice."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette giggles, then, impishly, plants a kiss on Zevran's lips. "What about you? What do you require?"

[Zevran]

Zevran looks honestly startled by the kiss, his expression reminding Coquette of how Prima looks when she sneaks a bit of her beloved fudge onto her plate without her seeing. "I-- require?" he fumbles. "I do not require things. I am no-on--" His mouth snaps fast enough to make an audible clicking of teeth and he swallows back bile. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let's try that one again," she says, not unkindly. "What do you require to enjoy yourself?"

[Zevran]

Zevran takes a slow breath, a look of deep gratitude in his eyes. "Well... I..." Another swallow. "I suppose I enjoy a good red wine?" he finally manages.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Then the next time I call for you, I will be sure to select a bottle." She strokes his hair gently, laying a kiss on his forehead. 

[Zevran]

This time he's more prepared, a hand coming up to cup the back of her head, keeping her down long enough for him to take her lips with his own. He lingers far longer than she had, though Zevran keeps the kiss languid and gentle. When they part, his pale blue eyes are open and filled with a warm intensity. "On second thought, there is another taste I am even more fond of than wine," he whispers. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Would you like to drink me?" she asks, in a whisper. 

[Zevran]

In lieu of answering with words, he rolls his body to the side and presses his lips to her inner thigh. When she leans back to give him better access, he slowly hikes her dress up, lingering over the affair with a multitude of caresses, kisses and nibbles. He's just run his tongue along her slit for the first time when they hear a startled curse. Zevran stills, having honestly forgotten Bull was standing guard, but before he can lift his head, Bull hisses urgently, "daughters incoming!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette pushes Zevran away from herself, waiting for him to get clear before she adjusts her dress. Varisia might feel Prima is old enough to watch this sort of thing, but I don't feel comfortable doing anything sexual in front of the girls.

[Zevran]

Looking unoffended but off-balance, Zevran rolls over to get some distance, then sits up. He's just pulling his robe into a more demure arrangement when a sunshine blonde girl comes running around a rosebush. Her hair is clearly her pride, streaming behind her as long as she is tall and entwined with ribbons and little beads of silver and ruby. The rest of her is, well, less decorated, to say the least; she's barefoot, feet muddy and grainstained, wearing only a cotton shift that's securely belted around her waist and, of course, the snake bracelet charm that transform into a bound medusa if the girl is threatened. 

"Mama! Mama!" Primera sounds distressed and irate, but not scared, which to Coquette's practiced ear means there's a roughly equal chance that she's either lost something or Secunda has in some way Caused Offense.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette opens her arms without a word, scooping up her daughter into her lap and holding her close. "What is it, dear heart?" she asks in Elven, to help the girl practice. They've been told to speak Undercommon in front of Varisia, but Coquette often helps them practice their Elven and Celestial. 

[NPCs]

Primera doesn't reply for a long moment, instead just snuggling in close. Once she's comfy, her head resting against her Mama's brest, she looks up with teary eyes. "Mmrrr is gone for never and found I can not be her," she wails softly. She's a dramatic, passionate child, so it's more the drop in her proficiency than her tears that tells Coquette that she is truly upset. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Mmrr is gone and you cannot find her?" asks Coquette, stroking the child's head. "Where did you see her last?"