The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire rolls her eyes. "Come here," she orders, and she climbs into the bed with a studded paddle. "How much pain can you take?"

The answer, as it turns out, is a lot. Noire, uncomfortable being touched in the new appendage, instead goes for sadism and domination, humiliating them with words, beating them with paddles and whips, and finally fingering Talmus while sucking on Vansul's tits. 

[NPCs]

"Not bad," Tenachka comments. "Not very creative and but not bad domming. The time for foreplay is over though; get to the fucking. I want at least one load in each hole."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ugh. Why," she groans, rolling her eyes. "We're clearly doing fine as we are."

[NPCs]

"Because I asked you to," Tenachka says, voice very soft.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You're an artist. You figure out how to get the effect you want without it."

[NPCs]

{Hurt}

Hurt. A single word. A short one even. One syllable, four letters. In common at least. What Tenachka says is still a single, short word, but it carries a weight, a purpose, that doesn't press down on Coquette so much as rend her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She screams, dropping to her knees, though she catches herself before she falls all the way onto her face. She pants, sweat dripping from her face, as the pain fades, leaving her breathless. 

[NPCs]

"Are you sure you aren't interested in fucking my pets properly?" Tenachka asks curiously, as if nothing had happened.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Fuck y---" she begins, biting off a second scream. Worth it. 

[NPCs]

Strangely, despite the wracking, burning pain she's been hit with twice now, her body still moves and reacts perfectly normally. Which is not to say the pain isn't lingering, simply that it isn't getting in the way. "Oh dear; you seem to be having some trouble over there, my little muse. Blue balls perhaps?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How am I meant to --" but as she looks down, she sees she's still hard as a rock. What? I'm not masochist... am I?

[NPCs]

"Just mimic as you've felt others do to you," Tenachka encourages her sweetly. "Try all the methods and approaches you've experienced and see which one you like doing to others the most."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't even want to touch this disgusting appendage," she says, but as she does she's getting up, returning to the bed. Sweetheart?

You know she can't top like you can. This is all you, Noire. 

Noire shudders as she moves back towards the women on the bed, stroking the side of the nearest breast as if to calm herself. Then she lines herself up, takes a deep breath, and enters. 

[NPCs]

Vik lets out a low, throaty moan around her gag, eyes fluttering closed as her hips arch up. The movement drives Noire deeper into Vik, the undine's cunt tight and wet and slippery in a way that is familiar but also very novel. The pressure around her cock is incredible, each twitch and shudder from Vik sending waves of pleasure through Noire's entire body. It's as intense as have her clit sucked on but over an area some fifty times as big.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire groans, flushing from the shame of how good it feels. She begins to move in and out, whimpering a little as Vik squeezes her internally. It's not long before she finishes, though she's doing nothing to delay the effect. There's a lot of holes on this bed.