The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

His expression and tone shift instantly back to flirtation and smolder at her reply. "Well then I supp--" He interrupts himself by way of yanking her in for a kiss even as he hefts her up, spins, and steps forward so her back is against a conveniently placed tree. Not the Tree, of course, but just a tree. 

[Isabela]

As soon as he pulls back a little to get air, she hitches up her skirts so she can wrap her legs around him. "C'mere, you," she teases, before planting another kiss right on his lips. 

[Zevran]

"You'll have to-- work me far-- more-- for that," he banters, bending down to suck on her neck as he works at unlacing her corset enough to get his hands inside.

[Isabela]

"Is that a challenge?" asks Isabela, and she throws herself into meeting it, uncaring who might see or overhear. 

[Zevran]

Zevran, it turns out, is equally shameless in matters of passion, nudity, and Isabela's damn fine tits. Her corset falls to the ground, allowing the impressively flexible merikos drow to latch his mouth on her nipple even as he continues to grind himself against her. As always, even during the lowest parts of his life, the warmth and invigoration of passion rushes through him. His problems, his worries, do not vanish. But they are brushed aside, at least for now, leaving behind a place of rest, a space for joy.

"You are," he swirls his tongue around the peak of her breast, then lays a flurry of kisses down the valley between them, "wickedly gorgeous." He shifts his grip, right hand moving from her ass to her thigh to stroke the underside of her leg with featherlight touches. "Sensual. Bold. Sultry and--" He groans as she uses his less secure grip to shift just enough to rub her silk panty clad cunt against the head of his cock. "Sinfully divine."

[Isabela]

"You're one to talk," she purrs, nibbling on his neck. "Delicious, divine, sinfully sensuous, and -- oh! -- so wicked," she laughs. But it's not your hands or your wicked tongue or even that cock that I'm after. What is wrong with you, Bela? Since when do you care about hearts?

[Zevran]

"And over and under, then tie it off... just so, yes. Neatly done, ma'bela." Zevran's smile is warm and pleased, though his eyes drift to the entrance deeper into the Tree. The three of them had escorted Shisou into town just after dawn, bought breakfast at the small bakery to stall until they'd been less than a quarter bell early, and then finally arrived at the Oak proper. When lunch had been served to them, it had only been after hours of exhaustive questions and tests both magical and otherwise. Now Shisou is in one of the internal orchards-- a truly bizarre and yet natural looking place-- were the eldest Daughter is speaking to Shisou privately as the voice of his Father.

Which leaves Zevran, Isabela and Coquette to wait and worry and brood. Well, wait and brood and worry for the married two; Isabela is waiting and worried, but while she feels bad for the young man, she's never really even met him. Still, she's game enough to wait around with them for Zevran's sake. Plus it's not not interesting to learn Alessian hairstyles from Coquette and a smattering of dozens of others from Zevran, who's education in such things was both far more widespread and far less complete than the noblewoman's. "I am, yet again, impressed and delight at the wonders your hands can work."

[Isabela]

"That's not all these fingers can do," teases Isabela, but her heart's not really in it. Her fingers tremble slightly as she weaves the braid into the ever-more-elaborate updo they're attempting. She can't help herself; she keeps thinking odd things like 'so this is the woman who's stolen my Zev's heart' and 'she's not really so special'. But she keeps a smile plastered on her face, her fingers nimble and light, and she resists the urge to tug just.a wee bit too firmly. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

For her part, Coquette's mind is a hundred miles away. She's been quiet all morning; too quiet, too obedient, too passive. She's barely spoken, really, and she's been patient and placid under Isabela's ministrations. Clearly she's concerned for Shisou, but is there more going on in that delicate mind of hers? Who can say?

[Zevran]

The Iron Bull could have said for sure if he were here. Zevran, alas, can only suspect. A sigh slips from him and he shifts around to kneel in front of Coquette. "He will be well, my darling. Have faith." His eyes flick to Isabella as if asking for support. Or perhaps for some encouragement for himself? 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," she says quietly, but lapses into silence again, clearly still brooding. 

[Isabela]

Isabela seems about to speak when one of the attendants rushes into the room, looking over the trio quickly. "He's awake," she says, "but... he's not well. Will one of you...?"


"Go to him?" pleas Coquette, eyes haunted as she glances in his and then away. 

[Zevran]

"Of course," Zevran says softly, rising to his feet. He pauses briefly to kiss her, gently, sweetly, then to catch Isabela's eye. Take care of her? his own eyes plead though he doesn't even realize he's begging. "You two lovelies try and find some lunch perhaps? I shall... tend to things here."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," says Coquette in that same, quiet, flat tone she's used all day. And what is it about that tone that sets him a little on edge?

"I know just the spot," crows Isabela, and she links arms with Coquette, tugging her toward the door. "Do you keep Elven? Or do you eat some fish?" 

"Elven," says Coquette, as they head out of the waiting area. 

Meanwhile, Zevran is taken back to a separate, smaller room. Shisou is sitting up in a bed, instead of lying down where they'd left him; he fights with Dao,  trying to dig his nails into his arms, sobbing, shaking. "No, no," he whimpers, raising his hands to claw at his face. 

[Zevran]

An absent thought about how Coquette does very much eat fish, shellfish and even poultry on rare occasions is sharply silenced at the first glimpse of Shisou. "Shisou," he calls firmly as he moves forward to pin the smaller spouse's arms to his sides. This is not what I was thinking when I wished for him to take some initiative!