The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire throws herself into the act of pleasuring Vansul, eager to forget what's going on in her appendage. So eager that the next orgasm takes her by surprise, such that she doesn't even have time to warn Vik. 

[NPCs]

Vik lets out a squeak, and Noire can feel her seed spilling out of the skinwalker's mouth, but only for a second. Then her lips seal tightly around the head of her cock and her tongue starts twirling around the tip to coax as much out as possible. Lifting up a little, Vansul peers down at Coquette and murmurs, "ass, mouth or pussy next, my lover?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ask the artist," she says bitterly. 

[NPCs]

"Wherever your desire guides you, my dear," Tenachka calls out gayly. "You are the muse, after all."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ass, then," she sighs. 

[NPCs]

There's a happy squeal, a loud grunt, then the sound of two women having a tickle fight across her legs that somehow involves Noire's cock being squeezed between tits a lot. Finally, Vik lets out an indignant yelp as someone flops onto the bed. Quick as a wink, what must be Vansul straddles her thighs. A soft, dainty hand grips her cock so it stays upright as it's slowly pushed into an asshole even tighter than Vik's. Slicker however, to the point that Vansul must have taken the time earlier to lube up.

Grinning down at Coquette, Vik slides off her face, then shimmies around so Coquette is propped up some in her lap, which gives her a prime view of Vansul's massive tits swaying around as she mounts. In sharp contrast, Talmus has a great big o' pout as she slides back over to kiss and lick at Coquette's pectorals. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

How do they do this? she wonders. It's so tight it's nearly painful. And it's all concentrated, no other erogenous zones to play with. 

[NPCs]

Vansul, her form clearly meant to be that of an inexperienced maiden, goes still once the crown pushes past the o-ring. A couple of deep breaths later, she sinks down until it's fully buried in her. Breath ragged, she gives Noire a shy smile. "Is it okay? Does it feel good, my love? I can feel your heartbeat throbbing, quick and strong."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Just get on with it," she mutters, looking away. "Male," she adds in a sneer, as if to remind herself of her place above her lover. 

[NPCs]

Looking crestfallen, Vansul is still a moment before she starts rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry I displeased you, Mistress," she whispers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You don't displease me. This... appendage is displeasing to me."

[NPCs]

Vansul blinks down at her, hips still rocking back and forth in short, slow movements. "You dislike your cock, Mistress? But it's so... glorious," she moans the last word, a shiver running down her spine, something that causes her tits to sway fetchingly. "So thick and hot."

"And it's so hard and strong, yet it's smooth and soft," Vik agrees in a low murmur.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Tch. Men." She rolls her eyes. "Obsessed with cocks, the lot of you."

[NPCs]

Head cocking to the side, Vansul gives Coquette a confused stare. "Men?" She giggles. "We're not men, silly."

"We're toys," Tamul continues, gently raking her short nails across Noire's nipples. "All we care about is pleasure, especially yours."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Well you're certainly not women," she snaps.