The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

"Sh-sh-sh-she's n-n-n-n-n-not," stammers Shisou, flinching. Ow. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"As if you, of all the household, would know what 'useful' even is," Varisia scoffs, hand coming to a rest on her hip as she glares down at him. "You bring one value, one, to my Household and you've not yet even had a false start to it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Don't listen to her, Shisou. I know what you're worth."

[Varisia Primfana]

"And what does that matter?" Varisia asks pointedly. "How does that benefit him right now? If anything, having your regard is why he is in this position?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"He's in this position because you're a monster and he had the misfortune of catching your eye. Same as me, same as Bull."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I was content to let him laze about the house, eating my food, living in the clothes I pay for, for your sake. And then you betrayed me, false wife," Varisia spits. "And now? Now he's here."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Call me wife one more time, bitch, we'll see how false I can be. "So what, you'll kill him in front of me? You think that will break me? You have another thought coming."

[Shisou]

Shisou's eyes widen, and his mouth slacks open a little. K-kill me?!

[Varisia Primfana]

"Really Coquette?" Varisia scoffs, shaking her head. "Killing? How... crude and wasteful."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"He's tougher than you think he is. He'll survive whatever you do to him."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Again you miss... No, it doesn't matter," she decides, reaching for the pouch at her waist. "This isn't about me understanding you or whatever. Tonight is about you understanding costs."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Desperate for any way to escape, to mitigate any small part of whatever's about to happen, Cedric takes a look around, trying to get a sense of the layout of the room, of any tools he might have at his disposal. 

[NPCs]

Stone walls, heavily tarred ceiling, no windows, only two doors, both of them barred; some kind of small warehouse? Or a division of a larger one, perhaps. Either way, the room is barren and featureless, not giving any kind of hope or clue. The biggest feature he can see is a large mirror on the wall to his right. There's a small wooden bench just off to the side with a cloth over it, but the smooth surface of it suggests the table is empty, at least the top of it. Craning his neck as best he can, Cedric can tell that the chair he's bound to isn't a typical chair, but seems almost like one of those gnomish recliners that has had the padding removed.

Distracted by doing this, he doesn't notice Varisia approaching and doing something that causes the back of the chair to fall back a good thirty degrees and the posts his legs are strapped to to lift up and out in a way that renders him dreadfully exposed. His new position also allows him to see Bull far more directly. The imisy minotaur is tense and unmoving, with one arm extended to hold the bazier in place. Despite the blackened flesh and burnt blood on his arm, the twisted lump of flesh that his hand has become, the bowl holding far, far too much scented oil doesn't quiver in the slightest; it can't, not without spilling some of that obviously well into scalding oil onto Coquette. Cedric can only see Bull's profile from where he's at, but the bloody smear of his left eye doesn't suggest good things for the right side of his face. There's blood on his neck and cheek as well, but it's such a mess he can't really tell what the wounds are aside from his eyes.

[Shisou]

Shisou swallows, and swallows again, trying to get the dreadful taste out of his mouth -- he hadn't had much of a choice about it, not when Varisia thrust her thumbs into his mouth and poured the liquid down his throat like one would administer medicine to one of Coquette's felines. He takes a deep breath, body trembling as the medicine -- no, the drug -- begins to work on his body. 

His prick stirs, growing rapidly, painfully hard. He lets out a low whine, reaching down and stroking the thing, trying to get it under control. 

Cedric takes a deep breath, tensing, ready. I don't know what she gave him but the intent is obvious. Still, he remains still, watching Shisou and Bull as best he can. Prove to her you're stronger than she thinks, kid. 

Shisou's hand pumps faster and faster, beginning to chafe as he lets out a low, needy whine. I can't... I can barely think. I need it so bad. I've never been this horny before in my life. The sight of Coquette, naked and spread before him, drives him absolutely mad. He keeps pumping, all his willpower going to keeping his feet in place -- and still he shuffles a half step forward. 

"You can use my mouth, if you need to," says Cedric, in a low tone. "Just don't knock me up." It's better if I expect it, if I let him. It's better if I--

Shisou shoots forward like an arrow, his self-control frazzling in the wake of the drug. He jumps onto the chair, kneeling on either side of Coquette, and forces his way into her mouth, thrusting roughly. He doesn't give her any time to acclimate, doesn't seem to care if she participates: he holds her with both hands, thrusting roughly into her mouth, filling her with his cock, thrusting into her throat and making her cough and choke. She tries to turn her head, to pull away, but he holds her still, letting out a low growl as he thrusts harder and harder. She can't breathe, she can't think, it's a desperate fight for survival, to get enough air -- and then she can't get air, as her mouth and throat fill with thick liquid, some of which goes down wrong. She coughs violently, but he doesn't stop, still thrusting into her, still painfully hard despite his orgasm. She's never been used in this way, like a toy, like she's not even a person: just a repository for his cock. He dumps a second load into her, and then a third, before he manages to get enough control to pull back, to sit on her lap panting. 

Cedric coughs violently, convulsing with the force of it, until he gags, vomiting onto his chest a bit of thick bile mixed with milky semen. Shisou lets out a low moan, his hand lowering to his engorged cock once more, struggling to focus, to think. He's not done? Cedric boggles. He's still hard after all that? How long will this drug last?

"I nn-n-n-n-n-ee-d-d-d i-i-i-it," whimpers Shisou, struggling not to thrust his way back into her again. "I-i-i-i-i'm s-s-s-s-sorr-r-r-y. I-i-i-i-i'll m-m-m-m-ma-ma-make it g-g-g-g-g-g-good f-f-f-f-f-or y-y-y-y-ou." He crawls backward, still balancing on the edge of the chair, lowering his mouth to Coquette's cunt and thrusting his tongue into her. He laps and swirls, moaning into her cunt, not seeming to notice how she twists and struggles to move her cunt out of his mouth, away from him. 

Don't, don't touch me there, don't, demands Cedric in his head, but he knows better than to cry out, to beg. Not in front of Varisia. Don't, leave it, use my mouth again, anything but there. 

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-orr-r-r-rry," whimpers Shisou, and before he's even finished stuttering, he's crawling just enough up her body to thrust into her dry cunt. He thrusts as deeply as he can, slamming into her cervix and scraping the sides of her, and Cedric lets out a scream of pain: not the high-pitched shriek Cindy makes but a scream all his own, one that screams of pain and rage and fear all at once. Still Shisou thrusts, sliding out as far as he can before pumping into her once more. 

And then it happens: he slips just a little, and slams his hard cock into her tight ass, with no warning, no build-up, not even a chance for her to take a breath. He screams again, louder, all thoughts of defying Varisia gone as he struggles against the pain, the bleeding. At the same time, Shisou groans with pleasure -- her ass is tighter, warmer, better than her cunt. He pulls back and thrusts again and again, holding her hips still with both hands, digging in his nails when she keeps wriggling. He pumps and thrusts until she lies still, gasping for breath, and he dumps his load into her, throwing back his head as each new orgasm tops the previous one. And still he's hard, still desperate to keep going. 

I'm tearing her up, I'm making her bleed, he notes as he pulls out, glancing down for the first time. Guilt racks him and he meets her eyes, his own desperate and pained and guilty, hers empty as she pulls away and disassociates to escape the pain. The meeting of their eyes jolts Cedric back to reality, and he reads the emotions in Shisou's face, sees the moment when the boy realizes he won't be able to stop. Won't be able to show mercy. 

Then he thrusts his cock into her cunt again, not even bothering to wipe the shit and blood off it as he does. 

"No," growls Cedric, heart pounding. "No, pull out, condom, use a condom!" 

"C-c-c-c-can't," whimpers Shisou, hanging his head as he thrusts roughly into her. She starts to speak again and, desperate to escape the guilt, he slams a hand over her mouth, muffling her as he thrusts deeper and deeper, bumping into her cervix again. He means to pull out. He truly does. But he has only a few seconds warning before he erupts into her, and it's not enough, so he fills her pussy with his cum -- the one thing Cedric begged him not to do. 

He removes his hand from her mouth, and Cedric gasps for breath, his heart breaking. He's going to keep going, he realizes, feeling Shisou's hips start to stir again. How many loads can I take before I'm pregnant again? Before Varisia has what she wants? "Bull," he gasps, as loud as he can, noting the hint of wax in Bull's ears. "Bull, stop him, please, please, stop him! I can't, I can't bear another child, I can't!" 

[Varisia Primfana]

Bull lets out a soft whine, the sound muffled and almost wet sounding, and Cedric abruptly realizes he's been hearing that for a while now. His lips don't part despite twisting awkwardly and, unable to help himself and not adverse to something else to focus on, Cedric realizes Bull's lips have been sewn tightly together. His head shifts, just a hair, when he starts shouting, pleading, begging, but goes instantly still again right afterwards. Not, however, before a few drops of flesh searing oil fall from the bowl, one landing on the back of the chair, close enough that Cedric can feel the swiftly fading heat redden his skin.

Shisou resumes his thrusting, stutter gone along with actual words as the youth groans and grunts into Cedric's chest. Horrifically, the expression on the human's face, the sounds he makes, the energy he almost radiates; all of it is more than Shisou has ever been. He looks rapturous, exotic, tantalizing, the pleasure and satisfaction in his eyes outdone only by the boundless hunger filling him. As the human keens the delivery of the fourth load of semen-- somehow, some unnatural way, Shisou seems not only endlessly aroused but also endlessly productive-- into Cedric's womb, he feels fingers gently comb through his hair. 

"I should have done this years ago," Varisia murmurs almost regretfully. She's stripped from the waist down, the silver-white hair surrounding her sex damp and tangled with the juices that cover her thighs all the way to her knees. As Cedric forces his eyes away from her cunt, they land instead on Varisia's other hand. The hand wrapped around Bull's fully erect cock, which his wife is slowly, methodically pumping.