The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"That won't be necessary," Tenachka says blandly as she opens the studio door and gestures Coquette inside. Most of the room is as it normally is, but the giant sized bed is new. Decadent silk sheets, mounds of pillows that give the impression of softness even just looking at them and a score or so of floating candles surrounding it on all sides.

"Well, mayhap your shoes for now. Your lovers will handle the rest." Presumably, those would be the three typical looking drow males standing just off to the side. All three are already nude and holding a small bundle of fabric; perhaps enough to be shorts, a thin shirt or a hat. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Lingerie. If I had any doubt that Tenachka was a sex devil, this experience would have taught me otherwise. Everything to her is sex games and power games and power exchange and sex. She slips out of her thin slippers, leaving her dress in place. No underpants. It seemed like extra effort for no reason to put them on this morning. 

[NPCs]

"I'm rather proud of today's project; it's one that I've wanted to do since before we even started but our agreement seemed to doom it," Tenachka says grandly. "Go ahead and recline on the bed; there's a mask right there on the pillows."

As Coquette is crawling into the bed-- it's so large there's really no other way to get to the mask aside from leaping onto it-- the sex fiend adds, "oh, but before you do, your fellows models should introduce themselves!"

On cue, the first of the males kneels on the edge of the bed. "My name is Vansul, and  I am pleased to be your pleasure this day." The second follows, saying, "I am Tamul, and it is my honor to worship your body today." Finally, the last kneels, head bowing, "I am named Vik, oh graceful beauty, and I desire nothing more than you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

And no Noire to see it, hmm? "I am certain the pleasure will be mine," she said, trying to sound lofty and aloof. 

[NPCs]

"Oh yes, just like that, sweet muse of mine," Tenacka declares with a gleeful clap of her hands. "Let us get started, hmm? Males, your hats now."

Each moving swiftly, the three men move to place what is evidently a hat on their hands. A second later, Coquette finds herself watching three women crawling towards with lust and adoration in their eyes. Vansul is now in the form of a graceful blonde elf maiden still short of her fifth decade, with bright green eyes, pert breasts and freckles across her arms, chest and nose. Tamul is an mature undine with blue-black hair flowing down her delightfully curvy body, though it fails to hide her large areolas or the faintest hint of slivery scales on her arms, outer legs and stomach. And Vik is a deer skinwalker, with soft, beautiful eyes of brown, short tawny fur on most of her body matched by a slighter darker shade for her hair, delicate cloven feet and breasts just small enough to not look out of place on her lean, muscled body.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Wait a moment, I said no women," she says firmly. 

[NPCs]

"And I would never break my given word," Tenachka assures her, eyes glinting. "But they are male... current appearance aside, obviously. It's simply a glamour, my dear."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette purses her lips. "This feels against the spirit of the agreement," she mutters, but even as she does she sounds defeated. 

[NPCs]

"Now now, little muse, this is no time to be sour! Look around you!"

The three 'women' on the bed gaze her Coquette with heat and almost reverence, their bodies already show early signs of arousal. "Please, my lady, allow us to give you pleasure," Tamul pleads with her sultry, lilting voice. "You deserve to be delighted, to feel desired and cherished," Vik adds, her voice meeker, almost bashful.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well, alright, then. Show me what you can do."

[NPCs]

With excited gasps, the three move in. Unlike all her encounters as Tenachka's muse to date, they're... tender. They move slowly, with a kind of reverence that speaks of admiration and affection. Nor do they go straight for the more powerful erogenous zones. Instead, the skinwalker and elf trace gentle lines along her arms as they kiss and nuzzle her hands. The undine does the same, but paying homage to her feet and calves instead. Each of them is a skilled lover, observant and responsive to her every reaction.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Slowly, gently, she begins to relax, to truly enjoy herself. This isn't so bad. This isn't so bad at all. 

[NPCs]

"How may we please you, my lady?" Vik whispers in her ear, tongue tracing the curve of it to the dull point. "Ask of us any pleasure you desire and we will eagerly obey."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She begins to direct them -- a touch here, moving a hand there, ordering, demanding. Never pleading, never begging. She does her best to imitate Noire. She'll be sorry she missed this.

[NPCs]

Soon enough, Cindy finds herself being undressed, slowly, tenderly. Vik is focusing on her face, dropping kisses, licks and nibbles as she combs Coquette's hair with in her fingers. Tamul has worked her way up Coquette's legs, pressing kisses on her inner thighs and pelvis as she rubs the palm of her hand against Coquette's mound. Vansul evidently has a magic trick or two, as she's managed to not only remove Coquette's dress without dragging it over her head, but has coat her hands with a golden aura that leaves a relaxing warmth and a stimulating tingle wherever she touches. And touch she does, as the elf's focus after disrobing her was giving her a full body massage. And all the while, the three of them constantly murmur and whisper praise and comfort.