The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

More blinking. "So they are... titles, more than names or even nicknames?" He hums softly at her nod, shifting over closer to her as he does so. "Seventeen? Not of age?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That's the age at which they are registered in the official records in Drow culture," she explains. "Before then, there's a custom by which you can kidnap a babe and raise it as your own instead. They have a very might-makes-right culture. But at seventeen, they're officially mine, and earn names. Then at forty they come of age and are adults."

[The Iron Bull]

As Zevran gapes a little, Bull supplies, "rare bit of credit to them? Kidnapping is just fine, even honored, but if the kid gets injured, you're in the shit. Kid gets killed and you're guaranteed to be devil's shit, after you're tortured to death slow and showy. So. There's that at least."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And as I said, there are no enemies at the gates. Alessan culture allows no such thing -- any kidnappers would be persecuted by the Guard, if they even managed to get past my house security. So the girls are safe as I can make them. I would never let someone else take them from their home."

[Zevran]

Zevran studies her for a moment, then nods slowly. "I am glad to hear that, though I would suggest that perhaps your house security could due with a touch more, ah, well, security. Given the recent attack and how close to success it came."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The guards assigned to you husbands were infiltrated. I've got Head Guardsman Krem interrogating the rest of the guards to determine who can be trusted with such an important duty. The assassins sent to the house got nowhere near myself or the girls. I apologize profusely for the trouble caused by my lack of trustworthy staff."

[Zevran]

Zevran scoffs lightly. "It was not really any trouble, I assure you," he says dismissively. "They were subtle in their approach, true," though they'd not have gotten close enough tot touch me were I not so out of practice and still recovering, "but aside from that, they were trivial in skill or talent."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Still. It should not be your responsibility to protect my household. Your responsibility right now is to rest, and to improve yourself, and to attend me when I call for you. That is all."

[Zevran]

"That is part of improving myself," Zevran assures her, rising up on his knees for a moment, then settling back down closer to her. "I am woefully out of practice."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Still." She bows her head, folding her hands in her lap. "Please accept my humblest apologies, and my sincere gratitude for your actions. You saved my beloved Nox, Lux, and Shisou, as well as my husband Nathaniel. I am in your debt."

[Zevran]

Not just me but... hmm. "Shisou was actually rather helpful," he comments in as idle a tone as he thinks reasonable for the topic. "Evidently Bull has given him lessons in bladework from time to time?" Bull grins, looking pleased. "But speaking of husbands, accepting and actions... I do recall what we were doing before the invasion." He smirks, rolling over so he's resting on his elbows between her legs. "Our cake is ruined, so I must insist on you providing something else just as tasty for my dessert."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, well, if you insist..."

And inside of a few moments, they've navigated her underthings, granting him access to her secret flower. She pulls his head closer with her hands, moaning gently as his tongue laps across her stamen, hands clenching with need for more, more. "I want you," she moans. "Please."

[Zevran]

"And you have me," Zevran replies, each word spaced apart by a long lick or sucking of her clit. For now, at least. "Have this," he purrs, sliding two fingers into her and curling them upwards. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"More," she begs, gasping with pleasure. "I want to feel you inside me, filling me."

[Zevran]

Zevran hesitates, stalling a moment by way of circling a finger around, then pressing in just past, her rosebud. It is not-- it is just for our pleasure. Our pleasure. I am not certain but... I think she wishes this for me as well.  Lifting his head, Zevran kisses the skin above her slit as he gets to his knees. Quick fingers make short work of the lacings of her sundress, swiftly revealing the ivory shift she's wearing underneath. "Are you sure?" he murmurs, swirling his tongue in her belly button.