The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She moves quickly, biting off the tip of his tongue. try me. 

[NPCs]

It doesn't work. She draws a little blood, yes, but his tongue is as tough as leather. He yanks back, then strikes her again. "Is that how you want this to work then?" he growls. Grabbing her hair, he yanks her head back, exposing her neck. A rough, saliva covered tongue runs up and down her throat a few times before sharp teeth teeth designed to rip and tear... rip into her shoulder and tear out a mouthful of flesh.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Another scream as the reality of her defiance hits home. She doesn't have power here. Not anymore. This isn't even about painting, is it? It's just cruelty. Plain, simple cruelty, for the sake of cruelty. Just as Estelle had said. 

If there was ever any doubt Tenachka was of Sirena, it is only because she may be of Kendrenas. 

[NPCs]

"Food?" the beast between her legs asks in a yip. "Mmmh." Larger teeth, meant to crush bone as well as tear flesh scrap over her cunt before nipping at her inner thighs.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire screeches, but she twists, trying to catch her artery in the teeth. After all, she can bleed out really fast if bitten in just the right spot. 

[NPCs]

The teeth tear a little deeper yes, but he yanks away before it can get more than skin and some fat. "Bad meat!" he snarls at her. "No getting Jaku in trouble!" As if to highlight his reprimand, he nips her again, this time taking a third of her left labia off.

It doesn't stop. It doesn't stop for what seems weeks, months. Slaps, nips, penetration. Before long, she's covered in foul smelling, foul tasting cum and her own blood. Eventually, mercifully, it ends. Before she can gather the strength to move, even a little, she feels a soft prick on the back of her neck and her body goes rigid.

"Excellent," her Mistress murmurs. "This will make a wonderful painting. I think I'll call it... the Price of Defeat."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Fuck. You. I'll get you back for this. Someday, somehow. 

She manages, though, with the paralysis, to flee the front at last, leaving her body in a dissociative fugue of pain and misery while she runs away. So it's Sweetheart who, when the paralysis wears off, apologizes to Tenachka for some reason before cleaning herself off, dressing once more (borrowing a scarf to hide her face), and making her way out. 

But... where to go? She needs help, she knows that; she's limping, damaged, only healed enough to avoid death. But she doesn't trust Claudia and something about Estelle screams danger to her sisters. So.. she limps her way toward Pearle's residence, a place she's known to house safety before: calm conversations, tea, gentleness. The closest thing to love she can find. 

[NPCs]

Naturally, it's not Paerle herself that opens the door; she has plenty of servants, unlike Coquette. Instead, it's doe-eyed Marile who greets Sweetheart and gestures her inside without so much as a double take at her condition. Voice soft and meek, Marile dips a courtesy as she explains, "My Lady is taking a bath at the moment. Would you prefer to wait or join her?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If it pleases her ladyship I will join," says Sweetheart with a nervous curtsey. 

[NPCs]

The maid nods her head as she replies, "my lady has informed me you are welcome in such times." There's a small pause before she adds delicately, "shall I take your clothes for laundering?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"..yes, please," she says, and begins to strip. Sweetheart doesn't try to hide her wounds, nor her nudity, as she strides to the bath. 

[NPCs]

Paerle's bathing room is much like the rest of her suite; luxuriously appointed in a light, fanciful ascetic and ruthlessly laid out as to maximize usage of the small dimensions. Neither gnomish nor drow architecture use large, open spaces as a rule, given the hassle constructing such underground involves. As such, there's all of a foot of space to walk inside the room that isn't the bathtub, which allows said tub to hold three people comfortably or up to six intimately. 

The lady herself is reclining back with her eyes closed, most of her body under the water and thus hidden by a layer of pinkish white foam. Her expression is serene and blissful, her hair bound up in a braid atop her head. "Marile?" No, that's not her footsteps. Eyes popping open, she spots Coquette and smiles broadly. "Coquette darling, how good of-- dark and death, Coquette, what happened to you!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I displeased Mistress," she says, in a tiny voice, starting to shiver just a touch from the cool air and a little fear. "I'm sorry," she adds, eyes welling up with tears. 

[NPCs]

Paerle's mouth drops for a handful of seconds. What? Estelle did this? I-- wow. I didn't think she had this in her. "I-- okay, come here," she demands, rising out of the water to reveal slick, almost oiled ebon skin. "Sit on the side of the tub while I clean you off."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart sits, head bowed, trembling slightly. "Mistress has blackmail," she says quietly. "So I have to do what Mistress says, but she doesn't like me, so she had me hurt."