The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Zevran growls softly, clearly realizing this and disliking it. "What-- what do you need?" he asks urgently, eyes closing as he focuses on timing his thrusts to match her masterbations. Something occurs to him on his own and he carefully adjusts his grip so angle his cock for her c-spot. It makes it harder to get a smooth in-and-out, but he wagers the trade-off will be worth it for her. "I want you-- I want us."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She lets out a gutteral groan, clinging to him tightly with one arm. "Feels... so good," she stammers out. "Let me... just let me... gods above... bright gods... let me relish this, let me... I don't need to... gods."

[Zevran]

Zevran scowls a little, but only for a second. "If you are-- sure? I hate to-- leave my lover's-- incompleted," he grunts, his hips nevertheless picking up the pace again anyway. He's started to tremble, fingers spasming, just as he had shortly before his last climax. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My biology.... not conducive... gods!" she stammers out. Damn my fickle cunt, for not letting me perform for him. "Gods, don't stop," she begs. "Give me, give it to me! Harder!"

[Zevran]

"If you are-- pleased, I am content," he groans into her mouth, then leans back so his ass is resting on his own heels. She's almost sitting atop him now, and he uses the newfound assistance from gravity in keeping her in place to move his hands down to her ass where he squeezes and fondles her booty with delighted desire. It only takes him a few more thrusts to find his second release. Again, she finds herself absolutely flooded with his seed, the overflow coating their thighs and making loud, positively lewd sounds as he thrusts into her. Finally giving in to the spikes of pain in his back from fucking so wildly in this position, Zevran slumps over onto his side, careful to take the shock of it himself to spare his wife. Chest heaving, he continues to move inside of her, his cock softening but not flaccid even now.

"Give me--" He gulps down air in between kisses, "a minute-- or three- and-- I will--"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She cuts him off with a kiss, hard and passionate, and then finishes rolling with him until she's atop him, straddling his hips. She begins to move then, rocking back and forth, eager to find more: more pleasure, more delight, more joy. She lets out little whimpering moans, begging moans, as she rubs at her clit and rides his half-hard cock. 

[Zevran]

Zevran allows her to tend to herself with only his passive assistance for a minute or two. "How can I help?" he asks then, breath still a touch ragged and cock not hardening to fullness but most of the trembling faded from his limbs. "I want you to-- if not cum, then have satisfaction and joy." He nuzzles at her cheek, feathering kisses along her jaw and lips as he speaks. "What will please you, my lady?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let me turn around," she murmurs, "and then take me as hard and fast as you can. I think I might... I'm not certain, but I might." So saying, she arcs a leg over to his side, turning in place so she's facing away from him.

[Zevran]

Zevran gets back on his knees, taking just a few seconds to stretch and twist to loosen his abs. He runs his hands along her sides admiringly, ending with a good squeeze of her ass. "Lean down on your elbows," he suggests, one hand continuing to rub her ass while the other teases at her clit. "I've found that angle best suits an elven woman's body." As he speaks, he clenches and relaxes the muscles at the base of his cock, causing it to bob up and down as he coaxes himself back to full hardness. As he finishes speaking, he decides himself hard enough to start rubbing himself along the crack of her ass, made just barely slick enough for this by the copious amount of cum that had oozed out of her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Fuck me," she begs, leaning forward onto her elbows. "Gods above, fuck me, please!"

[Zevran]

Zevran chuckles softly, sounding pleased. "You are deeply," he sheaths himself inside her, "flattering to fuck, my dear." He shivers a little, his cock feeling a bit sensitive in a bad way after coming twice already, but he braces his knees, grips her hips firmly, and starts pounding her as rapidly as he can manage. After he finds a good rhythm, he goes for the extra challenge of leaning forward so his chest presses against her back. He has to put a bit of his weight on her and slows his thrusting a little, but it allows him to reach around and tweak at her nipples.

[Coquette Blacquin]

That does it, finally; she shudders against him, tighting around his cock, as she comes. It's over far too fast, but as she collapses onto the grass, she sighs with contentment, panting as she tries to catch her breath. 

[Zevran]

Oh thank Ciren, Zevran thinks with relief, rolling them both to the side so he's not crushing her. He pulls her close, nuzzling at her neck and crooning that soft, light language into her ear. He doesn't pull out of her, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around his cock now that they're not moving. "You are a treasure, ma femme," he murmurs tiredly, the fingers of the hand not cushioning her stroking her stomach and the bottom swell of her breasts.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sorry if I was a bit demanding," she murmurs, the words slurring together into an exhausted slurry. 

[Zevran]

A bubble of laughter waves away her concerns, though thankfully he follows up with words. "Not at all, Coquette. You were perfectly lovely and within the bounds of my comfort. Well within, I should say." He kisses the side of her neck, over the vein there, then licks her just the tip of his tongue. "I enjoyed this a great deal, I promise you. It was... a very good return to sex."