The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods. "Um... well... the girl in the story, she was set on by four men, and... they... they took her ass and her mouth and cut her and she couldn't fight back because she had been drugged."

[NPCs]

"Just her ass and mouth?" Paerle asks, noticing that little detail quickly. "That's a... strange bit of restraint."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She, um... she stopped paying attention when they started trying to literally eat her."

[NPCs]

Paerle winces a little. I like a bit of spice in my play the same as the next lady, but that's well beyond. "Yes, I rather... Well. I understand her being, ah, distracted."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette idly touches the new bit of raw, pink skin that makes up her labia after the basic healing. "Is that okay?" she asks, quietly. 

[NPCs]

Paerle gently nudges her hand aside so she can slowly rub some more salve into her, this time taking advantage of the newest tidbit to justify sliding her slippery fingers inside of Coquette. "Your story? It can be finished there, if that's all you have to say on the matter. Or you can keep going, if you wish to unburden yourself. Cry or rant or curse her, whatever you like. I give you permission, understood?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart wriggles, biting her lower lip. "Um, I'm very sorry, but I'm not allowed to have sex with women."

[NPCs]

"Hmm?" Paerle tilts her head to the side, expression perplexed and curious. "What brought that up so suddenly?" she asks, still slowly rubbing inside Coquette.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette grabs her wrist suddenly, in an iron grip, which she doesn't even seem to notice. "Um, your f-fingers..."

[NPCs]

"Coquette, you're hurting me," Paerle says, though she has to force concern in her voice to hide the thread of excitement she's feeling. "I'm trying to apply salve."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"O-oh, um, I cc-can do that s-spot," sweetheart murmurs, resolve already cracking. 

[NPCs]

"Do you have healer training?" Paerle asks as she curls her fingers in a slow, steady beat. The salve is warm and slick, and her flesh tingles faintly as it mends and the pain dulls to an almost pleasant ache.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A, a little. I c-can apply salve." She finally releases pearle. 

[NPCs]

"There's no need to stress yourself, Coquette," Paerle rebuts her in a stern voice. "Just lay back and try to relax, let yourself heal." Too hard, time to ease back, she thinks to herself as she withdraws her fingers to the outside of Coquette's sex.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart, unwilling or unable to disobey a direct command, nods and tries to physically relax. After a few moments, tears begin to collect inher eyes.