The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart begins to rock along with them, her hips pushing her cock deeper inside-- 

"Should I be wearing a condom?" 

[NPCs]

"A little late to be asking that, silly muse of mine," Tenachka calls out amidst her laughter. "Alas, a hat of disguise cannot change a person so deeply, the magic prevents it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"--oh! Right. You're really a male." She blushes a little. 

[NPCs]

Vansul whimpers, body begining to shake and tremble, as she clenches around Coquette.

"Hey," Tamul protests with a wink. "I'm no man, I'm a slut.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Ummm....." I'm not sure if I'm meant to be sleeping with sluts? Men yes, women no, but I don't know whta's right here...

[NPCs]

"Mmh. By Her Own grace, Vansul's ass feels good," Tamul says happily, unknowing and uncaring of Sweetheart's confusion. "How about you, dear? So you love how her cunt feels around your cock?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Y-yes," she says, trying to sound firm. 

[NPCs]

"Is something amiss, my lady?" Tamul twists those last two words somehow, adding a very subtle hint of... Scorn? Condescension? "You seem to have grown... bored, perhaps?"

[GamesMaster]

"Y-yes, it's, I... this is... a lot. More than I was prepared for."

[NPCs]

"But it is a delightful, albeit surprising, more, is it not? And assuredly not more than you can handle," Tamul says in a sultry tone. In emphasis, she reaches down and gently grips Coquette's balls, her fingers slick and cool against her skin.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... I am simply not used to... such things."

[NPCs]

"But you're enjoying it," is the knowing, even smug, reply. It's followed by a throaty chuckle. "I've a good four loads in me as proof after all."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...ye-yes, I must be. But after all that I'm a bit... tired."

[NPCs]

"Oh, of course!" Tamul croons, a look of vicious dismay on her face. "Vik, why don't you fed him another cookie, hmm?"

The fawn skinwalker hesitates for a second, perhaps reluctant to stop her self pleasuring, but nods and slips off the bed.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Her," she says, a little sharply. "I use she/her even... in this form."