The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I--" she begins, before shrinking into herself, seeming to take up as little space as possible. "Nothing, my lord." 

[Zevran]

"Please?" he whispers, lips brushing against her hair. "Please? Want something, wish for something... please."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... I..." she seems frightened, on the verge of panic, before she blurts out, "I would like you to kiss me."

[Zevran]

Zevran chuckles warmly, heart twinging at seeing her initial reaction. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmurs, kissing her temple. "For both answering and your answer." Shifting, he puts on a warm, sultry expression and waggles his eyebrows. "A kiss, mmh?" Lips brush her temple once again, then her ear. Her cheek. Her nose. He skims right past her lips and kisses the side of her chin, then back up to her cheek. "What kind of kiss do you like best, my wonderful, lovely, passionate sweetheart?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Anything, so long as it's you," she whispers, melting against him. "Anything you desire."

[Zevran]

Hyper-submissive. Meek and timid. Is this Little Bitch? I had thought... "Then, in that case, I think that right now..." Sliding a hand under her hip, he swings her legs over his lap, then hefts her up so she's sitting astride his legs. Flashing a grin, he kisses her lips. "Gentle. Soft and just... being with you. Being together with you." He rests his hands on her hips, the touch light and ill-suited for holding her in place. "Be safe and warm, sweetheart. I promise to protect you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart. Yes. That is who I am, Zevran's sweetheart. She sighs with contentment, resting against him, craning her neck up so she can kiss his chin. "Yes," she whispers. "I love you."

[Zevran]

Zevran hums softly, lifting one hand up to pet her hair. "I love you all as well," he murmurs, though in his head he's excluding one or two alters from that statement. "Relax for now, rest and be safe. Soon enough our hus-- new wife will be ready to receive visitors. And isn't that a curious thing, no?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods against him, distractedly playing with the fingers of one of his hands, twirling her own around his and lacing them through. 

[Zevran]

Zevran happily indulges her, reacting favorably to her play but taking care to stay passive so it stays her thing. Periodically, he swiftly darts in to kiss her cheek or nose, always when she's not expecting it, always with a warm, playful smile in place when she glances at him afterwards. 

"How are the others?" he asks after a good long while. He taps the side of her head to indicate what he means, then drops a kiss on the curve of her ear.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Others?" she asks quietly, clearly not understanding. 

[Zevran]

"...Cindy, Cedric and so forth?" Zevran supplies cautiously. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I.. I don't know of whom you speak, sir," she says quietly. "I am sorry."

[Zevran]

You do not-- Unexpected. Hmmm. "That is okay," he says after a few seconds. "Surprising but okay. I will ask them directly in due time, do not be concerned on the matter."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Alright," she says quietly. "I feel... faint. May I rest here?"