The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

The look of lust twisted into loathing, giving Nathaniel a half a second of warning before her grip tightens to the point that crimson covers the nails pressing into his jaw. "Pretend... what?" she breathed in a hoarse whisper, sending every survival instinct the broken man still has afire. He needed to pivot, hard, smooth and fast.

[Nathaniel]

"That I am not male but a neuter, like an outsider? If my maleness is so offensive to your sight, I can pretend not to have it."

[Varisia Primfana]

There was a beat of stillness, then one of mere silence, before the cutting edge of tension faded out of Varisia's body. "Not male," she mused thoughtfully, exploring the idea in her head. "Just... a body to play with. That is..."

She pushed him towards the door to her room. "Bind yourself, make it tight and painful. Leave your ass exposed," she ordered.

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel scampers into the bedroom, bowing his head as he does. Within a few minutes he has constructed an elaborate rope harness that hides his junk but separates and reveals his ass cheeks. The ropes dig into his skin, the only loose one the rope leading to his wrists, because he can't tighten it while being bound by it. His hands are bound loosely in front of him, easily movable. 

[Varisia Primfana]

He was made to wait at least twenty minutes before his head was abruptly yanked back by the hair. "You asked for a healer, didn't you? Mmmh?"

[Nathaniel]

"Yes mistress," he whispers, body limp. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"I'm ill-inclined to wasting my time and coin on needless things. However..." Her lips brushed against his ear, then his neck. "Out of the kindness of my heart, I've decided to give you a chance to convince me otherwise. Isn't that ever so generous of me, pet?"

[Nathaniel]

"Yes mistress. Thank you, mistress."

[Varisia Primfana]

The next forty minutes were... pain laced with humiliation and pleasure. Nathaniel was struck, scratched, bit, fisted, and nearly smothered, all the while being degraded and demeaned. Varisia, finally replete, stretched out on the bed, Nathaniel boneless and bloodied beside her. 

"I think..." she said in a lazy tone, after catching her breath a bit, "that I did rather enjoy that."

[Nathaniel]

"I am pleased to be of service,"  he manages, through the little gasps of pain he can't help but make. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"In fact," she nearly hummed. "I think I'm pleased enough that you're going to get your little wish." There's no hint of it in her voice, yet Nathaniel could feel the jaws of a trap closing around him.

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel blinks. "Thank you, mistress."

[Varisia Primfana]

"You had best be grateful, pet; I'm elevating you from your current state of utter wretchedness. Of degenerate filth." Varisia smiled beautifully. "And, if the healer has time after gelding you, then they can treat poor little Krem."

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel limps into the male house, followed by the healer -- a stout little Junonite who doesn't feel obligated to tell tales. He's wearing nothing but a spree of bandages; he'd declined healing for the surface wounds, just enough to make the gelding take. Better to save it for Krem, who truly needs it. 

As the healer is tending to Krem, Nathaniel sinks to his knees in the corner of the parlor, not wanting to get blood on the couches should one of his wounds re-open. 

[Nox]

A weight settled down next to him, accompanied by an offered mug of peppermint tea and a hiss. "How badly did she ride you?" Nox muttered sympathetically.