The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Killing. Cyndi files that away for later, smiling instead. "Alright. Let's get a little more sleep and then we can begin?"

The day ends up being a lovely one, one to remember for the future. Varisia turns out to look spectacular with pigtails, bright lipstick and matching eyeshadow, and a lacy dress with garter belts and thigh-high stockings. It's not her typical look, but she ends up looking somewhat more innocent and vulnerable, and the lace gloves feel nice against Coquette's bare skin as she pets her. 

When she's alone again, in the middle of the night, Coquette falls out of bed with a start and a thump, instantly thumbing the light crystal she keeps by her bed to turn it on as she shivers, a fine mist of sweat over her body. Cedric rises to the front, eager to protect from the danger; he finds himself stranded, unsure what to defend against, the dream already fading. So instead he moves to the mirror, to examine himself, removing the thin, lacy nightgown to get a better look. 

He can't see the swell of his stomach yet, not really, but he can imagine it well enough; her frame is small enough she'll be showing soon. He can see the bars piercing his nipples, the set of rings piercing his vulva, the chain running from the top one to the piercing at his naval. He can see the ruby and silver snake tattoos, coiling up his arms, each one roaring on the shoulder at the other. He can see the streaks in his silver hair, still coiled and coiffed from the day as she'd gone to bed exhausted. 

He doesn't recognize anything but the tears dripping down his cheeks. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

It takes nearly two weeks, but Cedric manages to find the bit of blood Zevran gave his master involuntarily when he was enslaved, mingled with Denarious's own blood to activate the magic in it and make it a tracker. He brings the glass trinket back from Varisia's working partner's office and offers it to Zevran, who destroys it gladly and repays them with passionate lovemaking throughout the night, planning to depart the very next day. 

Unfortunately, they sleep in, exhausted from their lovemaking. That's their fatal problem, as neither of them expected Varisia's partner to be an early riser, nor for him to have ways to contact Varisia while she was away. Nor for her to teleport home in a rush, as panicked as when Coquette nearly drowned...

[Varisia Primfana]

Coquette rises to consciousness slowly, her thoughts languid and drifting. It's warm, quiet and the metal around her wrists and ankles is pleasantly cool to the touch. She can hear someone humming softly nearby, a thoughtful, focused sound, as well as the sound of a quill scratching on parchment; a subtle but distinct difference that Coquette has evidently learned without realizing she's done so. There's an appealing aroma in the room as well, a combination of hardwood smoke and... bacon. Or perhaps ham. Bit strange to be sitting upright while asleep though... did she doze off while reading? What had she been doing when she...

...fell...

...asleep?

Zevran. The Bloodhook stone. The look of shock and almost awe in his eyes. The warmth, no, the heat of his touch when he'd shown how much her support and help meant to him in the best way he knew. The satisfying ache in her bits, a full body soreness that speaks of measured exertion, combined with the quiet pain on her neck and breasts from where he'd nibbled and sucked, seems at odds with how dry and clean she feels. Strange. And why is she alone in a chair instead of in bed with him? Or at least alone in bed, if he had left without waking her. Yawning, she forces her eyes open, trying to push away the inviting embrace of sleep that still clings to her, and mets the serene gaze of her wife.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"'sia?" she murmurs, sleepily, a smile creeping to the corners of her lips. She's not due home for another four days... what brought her back early? Something else nags at her, something she struggles to bring to mind. And where's Zevran?

[Varisia Primfana]

"Four hours, twelve minutes," is the baffling reply. And her tone... It's soft, almost gentle, but it's cold. "So much for your love and care for the cow."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...cow?" she murmurs, struggling to get her brain in gear. It feels like mush; everything feels far away, distant. She's not quite sure who she is. He is? They are. They flicker, one moment eager for Varisia's love, the next disgusted by her tone, ready to hate her. "What's going on? Sia?"

[Varisia Primfana]

In answer, Varisia flicks her gaze upwards, above Coquette's head. After a few seconds of confusion, Coquette tilts her head back and sees a lamp? Oh. No, not a lamp, an ornamental brazier or incense burner or... something like that, she can't really classify it perfectly right now given her state. It's filled and lit, the glass bottom of the... burner, it's a burner. 

She remembers seeing it before, a year or so ago, during a date with Varisia in one of the markets across the city that she never visits. It's a beautiful piece, copper trimming and chain forming an intricate frame around a perfectly smooth glass bowl. She's very nearly bought the burner, charmed by the look of it, but had decided against it when the merchant confessed that the weak flame rune hidden in the copper filigree inside the bowl transfers heat to the copper as well as the contents of the bowl. Hung from the proper hook, it wouldn't be a danger, but Coquette has two small children that have taken after their cats in regards to climbing on things. So why is it here? Did Varisia go back and get it for some reason? She'd seemed interested as well but..

Coquette, whoever she is under the surface, doesn't spend much time dwelling on all that however, as she's much more concerned that it's hanging less than half a foot above her head. And swaying just ever so slightly, or perhaps trembling is a better description for how it's moving. And... and that unclear glimpse of stomach and rib cage she can just barely get in her field of view. She knows that body, knows it better than her own. Iron Bull. Why... what..?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...Bull?" she asks, hesitantly. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. She recedes, then, unconsciousness swimming into her as another personality takes over, becoming more alert. Cedric is always alert. He pushes aside Noire, forcing his way to the surface roughly. 

"What's going on? Varisia?" he asks, his tone sharp. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Betrayal," Varisia says quietly. "I had hoped... I thought you were different, that you weren't your father's daughter in true. But it seems blood proves out this time."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What are you talking about? I am nothing like that monster! Nothing."

[Varisia Primfana]

"No?" Varisa's eyes darken and she rises to her feet, revealing her outright. Dark leather armour made from flexible scales, form fitting but designed for combat instead of seduction or display. Daggers are sheathed on her hips, legs, forearms and likely elsewhere and there's a whip coiled around her left arm. "Going behind my back, stealing from me, lying to me, putting me and our daughters in lethal danger? None of that sounds like your father? I trusted you," she finishes with a hiss.

[Coquette Blacquin]

You never trusted me. Never. Not once, not for a single minute of our sham of a marriage. He doesn't say the words, instead going for, "I never put our girls in danger. I would never."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Danarius is owed a child for Zevran's life," Varisa snarls. "And if he cannot have one born of Zevran, then he'll have another. And you tried to help him escape. You knew the debt wasn't paid, you knew that Zevran wasn't ours yet, and you did this anyway. I cannot, will not, let that stand unpunished. I cannot be merciful, not for this. Not for something that could harm Prima and Segunda"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You sold my womb! You used my womb like you would a slave -- as your property! I am not your wife, I have never been a true wife to you, you have always treated me as a slave! What did you expect? That one slave would not feel mercy or pity for another?!"

[Varisia Primfana]

"I have treated you with love and kindness. I have make allowances for your ignorance, forgiven your mistakes and tried to guide you to becoming someone worthy of being my partner. And yet you fight me with every step, uncaring of what this costs you. No longer.""