The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Yes, that's what I'm missing! Noire inwardly smirks, taking the strap and smacking Claudia on the ass with it, m aking her jump. Then she fashions the collar around Claudia's neck, no sooner tightening it than pulling her about by it, guiding her in that way. Finally, however, she cries, "enough! I am too sensitive now."

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia, who had let out a very unprotesting yelp at the smack, mews in disappointment at being ordered to stop. She does so anyway, moving her attentions instead to Coquette's inner thighs. Far less licking, thankfully, instead Claudia presses soft kisses and nuzzles to the merikos drow's skin. "Did your slut please you, Mistress?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, quite," she says, ruffling Claudia's hair. "Do you think that will be sufficient for a truthing?" she asks, turning to Zevran for an answer since Claudia's a bit submissive at the moment. 

[Zevran]

Just a bit, yes.

Zevran takes a step forward, posture firming 'servant' at the moment. "It depends on the exact Truthing used, but it should be sufficient. If you are the subject at least. Some require completion to fully register so if she is the subject instead..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She makes a face. "Must I reach completion?" she almost seems to pout. "That will take some doing, as my body is not... compliant, at this time."

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia makes a strangled sound, one of worry and... shame perhaps? "Mistress, you did not..?" she whimpers, looking up at Noire with her big, pleading eyes.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I rarely do. It is normal. I enjoyed myself immensely."

[Zevran]

"But... if you didn't..."

Zevran breaks in smoothly, cutting of Claudia's worried, agitated concerns. "People's bodies are different. Our Lady's propensity against orgasms is uncommon but not a cause for concern."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let the Mistress show you how it's done," she teases, moving to tug Claudia off her by her collar. She then rolls, pinning Claudia to the bed and kissing her fiercely. 

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia allows Coquette to move her around not just willingly but with clear enjoyment; Claudia is very, very much a sub evidently. She doesn't seem to be seeking much in the way of pain, but rather being controlled and used. She sinks into the bed, writhing and pliant, skillfully returning the kiss. She's clearly had far more practice with these kind of lips than the other. She doesn't touch Coquette, hands pressed firmly against the mattress as she lets Coquette take control.

[Coquette Blacquin]

And take control she does: she lavishes attention on Claudia, on the crook of her neck, her breasts, her inner thighs, and her clit, teasing and sculpting her pleasure as it grows and grows under her skill. 

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia is incredibly open and almost defenseless in her pleasure. She hides nothing; every stroke gets a gasp, every touch a sigh. She responds with almost desperate eagerness, blantantly nearing her peak in less than five minutes. She trembles, hands twitching and grasping at air. Voice a breathy, lusty moan, she begs. "M-M-MistESS! P-Please. P-Pleaaaase, may I c-c-c-aaaaaaah." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Come for me," she purrs, pleased. 

[Claudia Emerison]

With a grateful, wild wail, the imisy gnome shakes apart. Coquette's hand is coated in girl-cum as Claudia grinds herself against those wonderful, wonderful fingers. Her eyes are blank and nearly rolled back in her head as the spasming woman has a massively powerful orgasm that easily outdoes any that Coquette has ever had. And it lasts for nearly a minute, though the back half is more echoes. Even afterwards, Claudia's body trembles, her hips bucking gently and her breathing ragged. Her expression is serene, the woman adrift in contented delight. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Fuck me, I'm jealous, Cindy thinks bitterly. "Good girl," purrs Noire. "Good pet." She pushes her fingers into Claudia's mouth, letting the gnome suck them off greedily.