The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will go last," she says softly, hand gently tracing the length of the member under her trousers. 

[NPCs]

"Oh my, how decisive! Not even going to wait for me to introduce your two costars first?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She chews her lower lip, looking uncertain. She's forbidden from using Claudia... so who will she torment me with?

[NPCs]

"Hmm, I almost feel I should hold you to that first answer..." Tenachka taps her chin thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose, if you're really convincing..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please, Mistress, it is too dark for me to see."

[NPCs]

"Hmm?" Tenachka draws it out, giving Coquette a blank, guileless look, as if she couldn't possibly understand what she means. "To see what, my pet slut?" she singsongs playfully.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"To see my costars, mistress."

[NPCs]

"Ah, of course! You're interested in knowing who you just decided to be raped in your place of course, of course." She giggles, leaning in as if to share a secret. Which doesn't prevent Coquette from noticing the three males approaching the bed. "You know them both as well in fact. You could almost say intimately so." Giving Coquette only a couple of seconds to process the hint, she snaps her fingers to banish the shadows.

Two beautiful little girls, clad in silk and lace pajamas. One is gold and silver, bright and sweet even as she sleeps. The other like smoke and twilight, delicate and shy as she lays unaware.

Her daughters.

[GamesMaster]

Images flash through her mind, unbidden: Primera, twirling around in a floofy skirt that made her feel like a princess. 

Primera, broken, sobbing, covered in cum. 

Segunda, cuddling her kitten, shy and innocent. 

Segunda, screaming, as the vicious, huge, hooked cock penetrates her tiny vagina. 

A red haze seems to descend over her, then, and suddenly, all her troubles float away. Noire watches, a spectator to her own actions, as she turns and decks Tenachka in the face. 

The fight is short, but brutal. After, she doesn't remember the blow-by-blow. She's bleeding, blood in her eyes, on her face, from dozens of clawmarks, from deep gouges at her cheeks to smaller, more fingernail-like indentations across her forehead.

Tenachka is unconscious. Her face is barely recognizable from the swelling and brusing. One eye is missing entirely, ripped out of the socket -- no, there it is, over on the ground. Smashed flat. Her throat is ripped open, bleeding profusely. Her arms have been broken in several places, and her left femur is shattered, stopping her from standing. One hand has been shattered, and the other is missing the smallest finger -- Coquette dimly recalls spitting it out a moment ago. She's clearly been beaten into unconsciousness -- no-one could mistake her for napping, though they might mistake her for dead. 

Coquette turns, covered in blood, and licks one claw clean, staring at the scene before her with hostility in her cold, dark eyes. Her face... it looks eerie, how she looks like a stranger without having changed her shape or clothes. She watches as 'Primera' rips out the final goblin's throat with her teeth, still chained; 'Segunda' is cursing in Abyssal as she tries to get out from under the dead, naked body of another of them. Coquette takes in the scene with a blank look on her face, then turns, scooping up Tenachka and walking out of the room. 

Nobody stops her. 


Three sharp, certain knocks on Faythiel's front door -- the grand entryway to her sitting room, where even knocking on the door without permission is a ballsy move. As a servant answers, the mutilated body of her pet lilin is dropped on the doorstep. 

"Returning your mistress' trash." 

[NPCs]

There's a stunned, breathless moment as the servant has to shift from demanding an explanation to reacting to, well, this. Coquette can see the instant he decides that, no, he does in fact not have instructions for this event and that, yes, he will in fact be removing himself from this immediately or sooner. Without a word, he bolts out of the doorway, heading deeper into the Matriarch's suite.

[Coquette Blacquin]

And Coquette hesitates, glancing back to the small crowd of folks who have decided that no, this is way more important/interesting than what they had planned for this evening. 

[NPCs]

She needs only hesitate for a scant forty seconds before the servant returns, this time with a far, far more confident expression. "The Matriarch insists that you attend her immediately," he demands firmly, head held high and posture attentive but unworried. 

This is probably due to the  seven foot tall bipedal reptile clad in bone-like armour that seethes with wisps of dark fire standing a few feet to his side. It looks more beast than human, with massive claws in place of fingers and a long snout full of razor fangs, but there's a predatory cunning in its slitted yellow eyes. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

He steps over the refuse on the step, following with head high, eyes slightly narrowed. 

[NPCs]

The servant leads Coquette with a disdainful sniff, dripping blood both hers and others, to the Matriarch's personal office-- though he takes care to always have the beast between her and him. Once Coquette is inside the room, the servant closes the door behind her. A moment later, the beast vanishes without warning or remnant. The room itself is brutally stark, with not a single nod towards opulence or luxury; the only show of wealth at all is the three or four hundred books lining the left wall. The only bit of comfort is the chair currently holding Feythal herself.

"Explain," she orders softly, the whites of her eyes swimming with a darkness that somehow glows without light.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was tired of being raped. So I fought back."