The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

He shakes his head. "N-n-n-n-n-on-n-n-n-ne."

[Varisia Primfana]

Lips pursed, Varisia shakes her head again. "No. Absolutely not," she says firmly. "Before this goes a single step further, you need to prove you can at least make a decent first attempt at eating me out." As she says this, she moves up off him and takes a seat across from Shisou, legs splayed wide. 

[Shisou]

"H-h-h-h-how? T-t-t-tteach m-m-m-m-e," he begs, sinking to his knees in front of her. 

[Varisia Primfana]

With a pleased smile, Varisia reaches out to stroke his hair. "Oh that's lovely," she murmurs, feeling a bit of heat build just at his automatic action and his words. Lifting one leg up to rest her foot on the bench, she gently pulls his head towards her. "Start with kisses. Inner thigh, pelvis, lower stomach. Quick, fleeting licks, very gentle grazes of teeth. Work your way towards my slit but take  your time and be sure to go back over ground you've already covered every so often. Woman often take a lot of work to reach climax, though we have more and better orgasims than men. So this will take more effort than you're used to with yourself."

[Shisou]

He follows her instructions, taking his time with it, really lavishing attention on her legs, her stomach. When it comes time to lick at her slit, he seems hesitant, almost afraid. Still, after a few laps he grows bolder, more confident. I can do this, he surprises himself by thinking. This isn't so hard. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Clumsy and shy, but surprising, hmm, earnest about it. Not entirely inept with his-- ahhhh- his tongue either. "Yes, good," she gasps, shivering a little. "That's-- that's my clit. It's very sensitive; in fact, most non-drow woman can't climax without their clit being played with extensively. I'm-- mmmh, stronger, broader flicks there-- I'm more drow than human in this regard for sure, unlike my wife. She truly struggles to peak with vanilla sex, though once she does, she can return to those heights with far less effort."

She falls silent a moment, adjusting her seat and running her fingers through his hair with one hand and massaging a breast with the other. As nice as this is, my inn is only so far. But unless you fuck up abruptly, you've passed this little test. "Use your tongue like fingers; penetrate me as far as you can and reach around. Explore around ca-- yes, just like that," she purrs, pleased with how well he follows instruction. "See if-- see if you can find a small patch of rougher skin, along the top of my cunt. That's another vital point." She doesn't give any better directions than that, wanting to see how he does from there. Well, except, "you can use your hands as well, by the way."

[Shisou]

My hands would be easier... he reasons, and shifts again, lapping at her clit while his finger curls against her inner secret. He works at her roughly, obeying her commands to push harder, more, more, until finally she climaxes, twisting and shuddering beneath him. 

When she pushes him away, he sits back on his heels, panting as he wipes at his mouth. "W-w-w-was th-th-that g-g-g-g-good?" he whimpers, eager for her praise. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Eyes dark and heavy, Varisia grabs the front of his robe and yanks him up into a savage kiss, eager to taste herself on him. Breaking off to catch her breath, she thrills at the feel of him, soft and pliant and hers already, against her body. "Not... great, but not bad," she says, voice thick. She runs a hand down his back, holding him in place so he doesn't fall. "Potential," she declares after taking a few breaths. "If you stay this eager and... mouldable, then you'll do just fine." Curious, she reaches down with her other hand to feel him through his robes. Evidently she's not as focused on girth as I thought but I still wouldn't want to deal with a finger-dick.

[Shisou]

He jumps, trying to scamper back, but not before she gets a good handful of semi-hard dick. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Serviceable size," she observes, though there's a slight frown at his status. "Did you not enjoy yourself?" she asks, eyes narrowing.

[Shisou]

"I-- I--" he stammers, thinking fast. I can't tell her I prefer men. She'd never marry a faggot like me. So... "I h-h-h-have p-p-p-prob-b-blems s-s-s-somet-t-t-imes. P-p-p-p-perf-f-f-form-m-ming."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh. That is..." She frowns for a moment, not happy to hear his answer. But then she thinks it over and, "well, as I said, I care little for your use as a stud, though I'd love more daughters of course. And your mouth and hands worked well enough to get me off adequately." Just makes him more fragile for Coquette to fuss over. She shrugs then, relaxing against the seat. "There's some soft cotton towels underneath the other seat. Wipe me down."

[Shisou]

"Y-y-y-y-essm." He leans forward, taking the towel and gingerly patting at her area, shy again about touching it. 

[Varisia Primfana]

She doesn't seem to notice or care about his attempts at showing respect or whatever his motivation is, instead pulling out a pair of daggers and checking them over. "Tengu and tiefling, you said? Bit of luck there, I wouldn't have had a knife for tengu just a year ago."

[Shisou]

"G-g-g-g-good. Th-then it's ss-s-s-s-ettled?"