The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She giggles. "I can't imagine how that would look to others!"

[Zevran]

"Hot."

A beat.

"Possibly also silly. But mostly: hot."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She bursts out into peals of laughter, doubling over with it. "Oh, do show me, now I've gotta see!"

[Zevran]

Zevran smoothly takes a seat on the edge of the bed, props his elbow on a knee, chin on his fist and gives her a smolderingly intent stare. "My expression would probably be something like this," he mutters out of the corner of his mouth. "Until you had wiggle strangely or flopped over or some such, then I should think it would be like..." The heat in his eyes never changes, but his lips suddenly press together hard enough to turn white and his cheeks puff out slightly, as if only just able to contain some kind of outburst. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She laughs, shaking her head. "You're too much," she teases. "And what if I...?" She stands, then, twisting so she can place her hand on her own rump. 

[Zevran]

"My imagination fails, perhaps try without the dress," Zevran says instantly, eyes wide and innocent but lips curving just the right amount of too much so the playful smirk is clear.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette wiggles her eyebrows a little, then reaches back to tug ineffectually at the laces on her dress. "I cannot, help me out of it?" she asks, in a low purr. 

[Zevran]

Zevran straightens up and spreads his knees so she could move to stand between them. "I would be honored, mi'lady," he murmurs, a smile lurking behind the somber expression he's playing up. Still, his sense of fairness, of honor, pushes him to break the game briefly. "We have much that needs to be decided and discussed... but gods forgive me, I could use some lightness if you are willing."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Have we the time? Then I am willing. It has been... I suppose it hasn't been that long, in practical terms, but it feels like a lifetime ago that I last felt pleasure and joy and lightness."

[Zevran]

"If there is not time for those we love, then what use is time?" Zevran whispers softly, hands reaching out in offering.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She takes his hands, moving towards him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Well said."

[Zevran]

"Will you lie to me?" he begs. "Tell me everything will alright forever now. Tell me we'll be happy and safe and never chained ever again. Together, all of us."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course, my love. Everything will be fine now." She smiles, then kisses him deeply. "Come and spank me and make love to me."

[Shisou]

{Prologue | Part 1 | Interludes [1 2 3]| Part 2}

Interlude 2: Becoming

I'm a rapist. I raped her. I raped my wife.

Even these words are losing their power. At first, they'd been able to elicit some reaction in Shisou, some distant sense of agony. But no longer. Now even those feelings are fading, as Shisou slips toward complete numbness. He doesn't have the energy to care anymore.

Shisou rolls over in bed, coming face to face with Carbonne. The carbuncle sighs, reaching out with one paw/hand to place it on Shisou's nose. "I'm sorry, kid," xe says quietly. "I really am. You deserved better than this."

Did I? At the end of things, I turned into a rapist. I couldn't help myself. It's that damn penis. I wish I never had one. I wish I'd never been married. I wish I'd never been born. The mental voice feels flat, distant, emotionless, even to Shisou. There's no real energy behind the words, no severe malice, just... numbness.

Carbonne climbs atop Shisou, reaching around behind him to unsnap the clasp securing the amulet on his body. Then, taking the thing in xir mouth, Carbonne begins to climb down from the bed just as the door opens...

[Zevran]

"I think he's maybe getting better? Ish? Well, he's eating easier, and there's less pain for sure, and he's not crying anymore and-- oh dammit, stupid lizard, stop bothering him!"

Zevran, unlike the young woman-- teenager really, as the merikos drow doesn't buy the 'cabin girl' actually being seventeen for an instant-- is aware that Carbonne is far more than just a magical lizard. Instead of scolding xe, or rushing over to making shooing motions, he simply fixes xem with a steady look that doesn't quite hold the promise of lethality, instead being a darkly amusing promise of a promise.