The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Claudia Emerison]

Eyes closed, Claudia obediently sucks on the fingers, her movements almost dreamlike. Sighing softly as she finishes, Claudia's lips curve up in a sappy smile. "Thank you Mistress. Your slut is so very happy. Thank you." She nuzzles agapist the now clean hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. Rousing a little, she adds, "how can your slut serve you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You have," she assures her. "Rest now."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Yes Mistress," Claudia murmurs, body going lax underneath Coquette's. "Sleepy." Smile still firmly in place, Claudia latches onto Coquette's hand even as sleep latches onto her.

[Zevran]

"My word," Zevran says mildly a few seconds later. "She is... rather responsive, no?" He sounds impressed, amused, but also a little worried.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I love her," declares Noire -- not seriously, but in the tone that one would use to declare such about a small cat that is too adorable to be borne. 

[Zevran]

"I hope you will," Zevran replies somberly. "She is... I cannot tell how much is innate and how much was... trained into her, but she is very vulnerable to her lovers. It's no small amount of trust she has give you, my wife."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do not worry. I do know how to be gentle, male." 

[Zevran]

"Zevran."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Whatever."

[Zevran]

"No, not whatever," Zevran says in a hard voice. "I will play the role of the obedient male, the lethal tool, the blindly loyal servant in public. I will keep my family safe. I will kill for you, fuck for you, spy for you. But between us? In our home, together? Do not ever forget it is merely a role. I am your equal, your husband. Is there understanding between us?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"you are my husband," she agrees. "But you are not my equal. You are very useful. You are clever and loyal. You are worth perhaps more than they would give you credit for. But I am smarter, faster, and more valuable."

[Zevran]

"I am deadlier, more stable and I contest smarter," Zevran counters. "You might have more education in some fields than I, true, but I know much you do not as well. Regardless, I do not place myself as a rival but rather a partner. Superiority in a field is not a threat but a reassurance that another can cover that approach."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"There is no-one I can rely on to cover my back as much as my own headmates," she counters. "Everyone else will betray me eventually, when our paths diverge and needs conflict."

[Zevran]

"Fail, yes, people will always make mistakes or fall short of a need. But betrayal? That is no certainty," Zevran says with a frown. And besides, it is not as if all of your headmates, as you put it, are completely trustworthy either.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is certain." So saying, Noire lays back on the pillow, settling back into bed. It's Cindy who speaks up next, in a gentler voice: "Sorry about her."