The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Jassinth]

"There's my girl," Jass murmured with some relief. Just a hint really but nice to see all the same. "You've been... off, the last couple of weeks."

[Shiori]

"I've been practicing a lot. It's been... challenging."

[Jassinth]

"I've noticed that you've been... off, this last couple of weeks," Jass agreed, eyes still filled with concern. "Tell me about it?"

[Shiori]

"There's nothing to tell. I'm learning to be soft-spoken and... and feminine."

[Jassinth]

"Feminine?" Jass echoed with disbelief. "Love, you're slim, delicate, graceful, kind, beautiful, compassionate, caring, nurturing... How could that frigid prick teach you to be more feminine?" 

[Shiori]

"Quiet. Respectful. Patient. And... my duties."

[Jassinth]

No. I'll kill-- He wouldn't dare-- "Duties?" he asked in a strangled voice.

[Shiori]

She is quiet for a long moment. "He says... when my husband dies, he's been told he'll be granted me as a wife."

[Jassinth]

"He's... taking liberties, isn't he?"

His voice sounded distant, detached. Not empty, but rather instead almost like whatever should be in it is hiding.

[Shiori]

"Leave him alone. He's not worth it."

[Jassinth]

"You're absolutely correct: Dniss is a worthless bit of rot." A sharp smile snapped into place on his face, a faint hint of the violence he was feeling. "You, however, are worth so, so, very much to me."

[Shiori]

"It's fine. This body was made to handle things like this."

[Jassinth]

Jass left hand spasmed, slapping into the side of the table. The sudden sound-- and pain-- surprised him just as much as her, causing him to jump right afterwards. "Dam-- Shiori, that is not-- the only things built for rape are succubae and lilin. And it's still fucking evil to do it," he snapped at her.

[Shiori]

Shiori still stares at the floor. "It's fine."

[Jassinth]

"Shiori. Look at me."