The Silver Queen [AU]

[Isabela]

"By all means," she says, beckoning. As Lady Olocaryn slides into her lap, she plants a warm, tonguey kiss on her lips. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

That's-- oh my, she thinks, even as her gut curdles, her muscles tense. 

[NPCs]

"She prefers it rougher," Olocaryn advises with an interested tone. "Especially a bit of sharp- nails, teeth... whip." He takes a sip of wine.

[Isabela]

Does she? thinks Isabela, and she nibbles Coquette's lip just a hair. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Terror floods Lady Olocaryn, but she does her best to smother it, not let it show, let out a little moan, faking enjoyment. If she doesn't enjoy it she'll be punished. She doesn't want to be punished.

[Isabela]

Not so much as you think, decides Isabela, feeling Coquette's legs tense. Not as rough as you like it, Lord Olocaryn. I see I'll have my work cut out for me. She reaches up, then, twining her fingers in Coquette's silver hair, gently caressing her scalp with her fingers, easing back from teeth.

[NPCs]

"Allow me," Olocaryn murmurs as he rises. Leaning over his wife from behind, he closes his eyes as he kisses her shoulder. Which, coincidentally, prevents Isabela from seeing his gray eye glow faintly as he casts a well practiced spell on Coquette- a much longer lasting but less powerful variation on the Unnatural Lust spell. He digs his teeth in the crook of her neck as he does so, firmly but not injuriously, in order to sell the impression that Coquette's sudden increase of arousal comes from that, not something else. The sacrifice of color in my eye was entirely worth it, even if I was expecting to only lose access to most spells. I've rather grown to like the appearance, truth be told. And at times like this... I could hardly care about the costs.

[Coquette Blacquin]

No, no no! thinks his wife, before a whimper escapes her and she redoubles her efforts, her hands rubbing against Isabela's back. I can't, please, I have to have it-- her mind replies. 

[Isabela]

There we go. That's a shift, Isabela notes, reaching to caress her thumb over Coquette's nipple. 

[NPCs]

"Her lips are sensitive, you have to... work your way up to them," Olocaryn explains in a murmur, hands resting on Coquette's waist. "But you are the guest, not she," he prods Coquette, implying that the merikos elf should be more attentive.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She obeys, of course, sliding off Isabela's lap until she kneels on the floor before her, lifting at the hem of her dress to run her fingers up Isabela's legs. 

[Isabela]

"Oh, I don't mind," says Isabela, with a sly grin. "Your wife's a cutie."

[NPCs]

He shifts so he's next to Isabela, a pleased smile on his face. "That she is... actually, I am curious as to your opinion on something. We've been discussing piercings and, as you could see, have already got with bars for her nipples. But we haven't decided on how to adorn her loins as yet- do you have any thoughts on the matter?" Olocaryn asks curiously, punctuating his words with soft kisses and nips on the pirate's neck and ear. Reaching down, he winds his finger into his slave's hair, a silent warning and guiding hand.

[Isabela]

"Well," she purrs, "what does she like most?" Isabela runs her hand along Coquette's side as the half-elf buries herself in Isabela's lap, bending forward so she can cup her ass. "It really depends on the desired sensation."

[NPCs]

"Penetration," Olocaryn says after a moment's thought. "Deep and rapid. Pain, of course, as spice. I'm thinking her pearl of course, but I am torn between hoop- fun for... attachments- or a bar to make her top." Pressing in more against Isabela, he reaches around with his free hand to cup Isabela's breast through her gown. The reach is slightly awkward but he's got long fingers, warm skin and a sure, deft touch.