The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Nathaniel]

"Only at your command, Mistress. This unworthy one will fetch another if that is preferred."

[Varisia Primfana]

Fortunately for Nathaniel, the fact that he had completely missed the point of what Varisia meant amused her enough that she let it drop, at least temporarily. He really is retarded. He's so lucky I was willing to own him. "You've already wasted enough of my time, out with it."

[Nathaniel]

"Your chief of security is dying in the husband's home, Mistress. This unworthy one wanted to ensure you knew this so that you might extend your mercy and save his unworthy life. This unworthy one knows that you value his work, and would hate to see the actions of one of your slaves lead to his demise without your knowledge."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia's eyes narrowed and her breathing turned quick, almost sharp. "When, precisely, did I give permission for him to receive your care?" She had known he was there, of course, but having it shoved in her face pissed her off anyway. 

[Nathaniel]

"This one has given him neither aid nor comfort, mistress. This one has left him to suffer his wounds. But he is now dying."

[Varisia Primfana]

The merikos drow could taste the edges of a lie in his words but didn't bother to chase it down. Too much effort this early in the morning for her today. "Even weaker than I thought of him," she grumbled. "How?"

[Nathaniel]

"An infection. Wounds left to their own devices often do that."

[Varisia Primfana]

She didn't say a word before she kicked him in the side of the jaw.

[Nathaniel]

He stumbles all the way to the ground, but he gets back up into position quickly. "Thank you, mistress."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Watch your tone, male," Varisia snarled, stepping on his head to force it flat against the floor.

[Nathaniel]

"Yeth mithress. Thank you mithress," he mutters into the floor. 

[Varisia Primfana]

After one last grind to drive her displeasure home, she stepped back to glare down at him. "Hmmph. I think that you need a... refresher lesson in proper behavior," she said slowly, one hand reaching up to cup her breasts. "Get up."

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel climbs to his feet, keeping his eyes downcast. "Yes, Mistress."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia grabbed his chin in her hand, yanking his face up so she can glare into his eyes. "Curse the gods for making you male," she whispered, breath already coming quicker and heavier. So damn pretty... what a wonderful female you could have been. I might have even taken you as a second or third wife.

Fortunately for Nathaniel, Varisia, among her other many, many, faults, is also transphobic. The thought of using magic to transform Nathaniel into a woman never even occurred to her, and even if it had been suggested, she'd have likely whipped the speaker raw for voicing such a revolting, unnatural idea.

[Nathaniel]

"I could pretend for you, mistress?" he offers gently.