The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Nathaniel]

"The mistress has decided she wants no children from me, and had me appropriately altered," he manages, wincing. 

[Nox]

Nox squinted, and his mind failed to come even close to guessing that Nathaniel had been shaved entirely smooth. "She... poisoned you with something? Some kind of permanent virility suppressant? Shit. Are you feeling any side effects yet?"

[Nathaniel]

He shakes his head. "I am well. I am merely... no longer of use in that manner. She had the offending portions of my body removed, just as my flight feathers were removed long ago."

[Nox]

"What?" Nox stared some more. "What does that me--" His eyes snapped to Nathaniel's waist, at the bandages there. The bandages that, on closer inspection, were too flat for... "Gods."

[Nathaniel]

"No deities were involved, save perhaps Junon for the healing." Was that a joke? It was said entirely deadpan and yet, surely he knows what Nox meant. 

[Nox]

"I'm fairly certain every breath that bitch takes, every hurt she causes, is as good as a prayer to thee Bitch," Nox countered, still horrified. "Nathaniel... how... what..." Get your shit together! "How can I help you?"

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel looks down at his lap, hands folded gently. "It is... it is alright. I was not lucky enough to be chosen to father a child on Mistress Coquette, and so, I have no need of my former equipment. Only... please be sure Mr Krem lives. I did not want him to die needlessly."

[Nox]

"Nathaniel..." Nox closed his eyes, sighed, and then leaned in-- very carefully-- to rest his forehead against the younger man's. "You deserve so much better from life."

[Nathaniel]

"I have never seen the point in postulating what I deserve. What I have received is enough."

[Nox]

"No, that's-- My point is that you aren't getting what you deserve. That it isn't enough."

[Nathaniel]

"I am alive. The beatings have been vastly reduced. I am no longer being used as a stud to breed more of my kind into slavery. I am merely a coddled house pet, now. There is much to be grateful for."

[Nox]

Nox swallowed a few times. "I... I suppose that if-- if your starting was from Hells, anything is better..." He took a deep breath. "How much pain are you in?"

[Nathaniel]

"Quite a bit. Less than Master Krem, I believe." 

[Nox]

At that reminder, Nox glanced over at the bed to check on the healer. The emotionless man was just finishing rewrapping Krem's ribs, and the noticeable reduction in swelling and bruising on his arms shows that magical healing was administered already. "No longer, I wager. And he's had plenty of painkillers. So again, how bad are you hurt?"

[Nathaniel]

"How shall I measure my pain for you?" he asks quietly.