The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," she groans. "Fill me as Varisia cannot. I want to feel what only you can give me: you, inside me."

[Zevran]

Zevran makes a quick face at her comparative flirtation, but it doesn't throw him off his game any. He kisses his way up her body, though out of respect for her pleading, he doesn't linger long on the journey. With one final kiss at the hollow of her neck, he smiles at her, face to face. "May I..." He presses the head of his cock against her entrance, but holds there. He's hard this time, fully hard, but despite that condition, he holds firm with just a hint of pressure against her lower lips. "Set the pace?" he finishes. "Will you promise?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," she whimpers, though she makes a bit of a face. "Go as slow as you need. I can cope with frustration," she teases. "I want you inside me, but only if you're comfortable."

[Zevran]

Zevran offers an apologetic smile. "It has... been some time since I was," he presses in, the head of his cock slowly parting her lips. He sucks in a breath, shuddering at the sensation. "Sober and not in pain during sex," he finishes, pausing a moment, half of his length inside her. Ciren's warmth, she feels incredible. How is she so..?

[Coquette Blacquin]

She reaches up, gently stroking his hair as she pants with longing. Poor boy, brave boy-- to have gone through so much. 

[Zevran]

Zevran shivers, eyes fluttering closed briefly at her touch. "How- how do you-- do you like it?" he asks, voice strained and hungry. He doesn't press further in just yet, instead rocking back and forth every so slightly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You're magnificent," she purrs. "Absolutely splendid."

[Zevran]

Zevran's head tilts to the side, a look of confusion entering his-- "Ah!" He laughs softly, then swoops down to kiss her. "I am flattered," he murmurs against her lips. "But I meant, how do you like to fuck?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I think today, I want it hard but not rough," she says. "But I enjoy slow and sweet, coaxing my pleasure out, when we have time for it, and I also enjoy rough and menacing, from time to time."

[Zevran]

Pale blue eyes darken with desire and Zevran leans down to kiss her ungently. He leaves off the use of teeth, but he does capture her lower lip to suck on. Even as he does this, he thrusts forward, burying himself in her to the hilt. He's a good third less thick than Bull and three inches shorter, but truth be told, Bull's girth is not always a pleasure to accommodate. About on par with Nox or Lux, though perhaps a shade wider around. And so much warmer, so much more real and true and alive, than any of the toys Varisia uses on her.

A groan slips from him and he reaches down to hike up her legs, hooking his arms behind her knees so she's bent almost in half. Now almost fully in control of their joining, he begins to fuck her. Fast, sharp thrusts with no pauses, each one starting with him withdrawing so just the head of his cock is inside her, then pushing back inside her to the base. His hands grip her shoulders almost painfully tight, anchoring him so he has the leverage to both keep up his pounding but also apply a bit of twist with his hips to ensure the angle of the penetration changes and every bit of her cunt is stroked. "Please-- tell me-- close?" Zevran gasps out, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to hold off his climax. "Too long, too-- gah! Fuck, you feel-- so-- soo--"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Come for me," she begs. "Come for me, I want you to-- oh god, it feels so-- gods, gods above!" 

[Zevran]

Taking her words as gospel, Zevran increases his pace even more, uncaring of the burn in his thighs and back as he slams into her as fast and smooth as he can manage. "Try with me, try--" His breath catches and his face slackens for a second. Then he buries his face in the crook of her neck, mouth clamping on her pulse point as he begins to shake. She can feel his cock throb, then an amazing amount of warmth floods her womb. Even more amazing, he stays hard and continues to thrust even as she feels his seed overflow her cunt. "Ciren preserve me, more," he moans.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She pulls him towards her, squeezing and releasing him with her cunt muscles, hoping to coax out just that little bit more pleasure for them both. She reaches down with one hand and fondles her clit, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure. 

[Zevran]

Hard but not rough, Zevran reminds himself, panting and trembling. He sucks in a deep breath, tensing himself, then heaves her up, her sundress slipping off her entirely, leaving her in just her bunched up shift. Now on his knees, he's holding her up off the ground with his arms under her knees and his cock. With a groan, he leaves off her throat and kisses her. In contrast to the hard, almost frantic way he's bouncing her onto his cock, his kiss is tender and grateful. It takes her a minute or so to realize that he's not just making pleased noises, but instead whispering something passionate and warmth against her mouth in some unearthly tongue. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She kisses him again and again, brief little pecks, in between gutteral moans of pleasure. She continues to rub at her clit even as she bounces, doubling her pleasure until it nearly overtakes her with lust and joy. Still, however, her body refuses her a climax, remaining enjoyable but nearing no such peak.