The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm not wounded! I'm--" 

A memory hits her, unbidden, and she leans over the toilet, dry heaving violently. When she finishes, she looks at him with tears in her eyes. 

"Why is this happening?"

[Zevran]

"...it's a rather common response to sexual trauma. Your body was violated, your consent disregarded. You were treated as sub-mortal, your dignity and sovereignty of self attacked." He offers the glass of water again. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was treated like a male," she whimpers, taking the water and drinking some of it. "I'm not built for this. Not like Sweetheart. I don't do submissive, I was conscious the whole time."

[Zevran]

"How terrible," Zevran begins, then stops himself. Not the time, as infuriating as it is. Without too much of a pause, he continues, "that was not submission, Noire. That was rape. A submissive chooses to submit; you were not given such a choice. It is that feeling of powerlessness, helplessness, that wounds the soul most, I think."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But it doesn't bother sweetheart. She's never had any power to begin with."

[Zevran]

"Are you so very sure of that?" Zevran asks gently. "Knowing that, because you are dominant, Sweetheart is inclined to give whatever answer she thinks will not anger you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She doesn't. She, she can't. That would mean... that would mean..."

[Zevran]

"It would mean..?" Zevran prompts her, wanting her to say it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

But she shies away. "Sweetheart isn't strong, like that. She's weak. Pathetic. She longs to be ruled."

[Zevran]

"Submitting and being raped are entirely different," Zevran presses. "You, Noire, agreed to accept the authority of Matriarch Feythal, deciding the benefits outweighed the price. That feels different than... when you were forced to be under the power of your father or Varisia, no?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Not really," she admits. "But it's not like that for Sweetheart. She longs to be used. To be useful. If you told her right now to take her own life we'd have to hold her back. She doesn't have any purpose other than to be used. I am a whole person, a dominant, strong person. Of course it chafes me more."

[Zevran]

"Sweetheart? Are you able to come forward?" Zevran asks gently.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I wouldn't." Her voice is softer, but firm, not so yielding as normal. "You're not my Mistress, you're my husband. You can't order me around. And... and I wouldn't because... it would make you sad." Here she blushes a little.

[Zevran]

"Would you do it if your Mistress ordered it? Knowing how I, Claudia, Shiori, your daughters and Nox and Lux and so many others would feel upon your death?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

There's a long pause. "...no," she finally admitted. "And I said no to Pearle when she wanted to have sex, because I don't want to be unfaithful. Those are the rules."