The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette, having no time to prepare or relax, screeches in pain as her ass is forced to yield. Blindly, she lashes out, kicking and punching any bodies near her -- including Vik. 

[NPCs]

Vik doesn't even try to defend herself, much less fight back, as she's far too interested in trying to get whatever scraps of air she can past Noire's cock as muddy swirls of darkness encircle her vision. Vansul is useless to anyone, pressing away from the struggle and covering her face with her arms. And Tamul catches an elbow to the collarbone, eliciting a pained grunt, but then slips her arms underneath Coquette's. She yanks upwards, causing Coquette's shoulder joints to lock up, leaving her without much in the way of leverage.

[Coquette Blacquin]

In the fray, Coquette's cock slips out of Vik, as she kicks wildly to get free. 

[NPCs]

There's a loud sigh from across the room, then, 

[CALM]

[Coquette Blacquin]

The spell hits Coquette unusually; instead of being calmed directly, Noire is forced out of the driver's seat, leaving her body briefly empty as she sags in Tamul's arms. 

Then, bewildered, Sweetheart looks out of Coquette's eyes, rapidly trying to assess what is going on. She doesn't dare move. 

[NPCs]

Moving slowly, carefully, Vansul shifts so she's directly in Coquette's view. "Are... are you okay, my lady?" she asks in a small, even timid, voice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ye... yes," she says, voice a little faint. My heart is pounding? Was I... having sex?

[NPCs]

"I think you..." Vansul hesitates, looking uncertain about what she should say to Coquette. "Umm. Got... startled?" she goes with after a slight pause. "Because Tamul slipped in from behind?" She flinches a little as she says that, eyes flicking to something over Coquette's shoulder. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...yes, that must be what happened," she says quietly. 

[NPCs]

Breathing still ragged, Vik asks, "will you-- can you-- continue like..." Her voice is a messy blend of lust, fear, eagerness and subservience. She's laying on her back still, having not moved away during Coquette's struggling, her big eyes staring up at Coquette's cock. 

Also of note, as Sweetheart catches up to what's around her and what she's feeling, is a pair of large, firm breasts pressing against her back and a long but average thickness dick in her ass. The faint smell of salt, too distinct to be just sweat, helps narrow down who it must be.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... I ought to lay down, I... don't feel well all of a sudden."

[NPCs]

"Of course," Tamul murmurs in her ear. There's the swish of skin across silk sheets as the undine repositions herself, then she pulls Coquette backwards, still impaled. She ends up reclining atop Tamul, head on her breasts and her legs on the bed between Tamul's own.

"There we go. Vik, go ahead and drain her balls once more." As she gives the order, she also begins to flex her hips, causing her cock to pump slowly inside Coquette's ass. Which does hurt, the muscles burning as they adjust to being stretched like this, but also feels good, more than normal even.

[Coquette Blacquin]

My... balls? Oh. Oh. I'm a male. They've made me male. That... makes sense, given how submissive I am. Alright. She nods, trying to settled in and get comfortable. 

[NPCs]

There's the click of a tongue behind her, but Tamul doesn't otherwise react to Coquette's meek nod, instead simply continuing to fuck Coquette's ass. Vik, however, offers a warm, shy, smile as she sinks down in front of Coquette. Running her hands along Coquette's legs-- still slender, but with more defined muscle and just a hint of very fine hair-- she lowers her head to Coquette's cock and runs her tongue along the length of it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette shivers, sinking more into Tamul's arms, letting out a soft squeak as Vik swirls around the head.