The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

Seeing the unfulfilled need in every line of Coquette's back, Olocaryn grins. A pet for pet. After all a good master knows that pets need rewards if you want to train them properly. Still moving inside Isabella, he leans forward to slip a pair of fingers into his wife. He doesn't detour, instead pressing that slightly rough spot opposite her clit even as his thumb strokes gently against her anus.

Let her remember that whatever Belladona can do for her, it's Master that gives her completion. That rules her. That owns her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

The message is received. She yowls like a cat, collapsing, catching herself, panting. Master. My very own master. My love. My husband.

[Isabela]

Isabela sighs with contentment, stretching her toes just a bit as Olocaryn finally pulls away. "A good appetizer," she says, languidly. "Seconds?"

[NPCs]

Having reached his own climax thanks to the savage thrill of establishing his mastery, Olocaryn chuckles.  "Seconds?" Lifting Coquette off Isabela, he leans in so he can kiss their guest, slow and thoroughly. "I have always been a fan of buffets... slow, steady and taking whatever takes your fancy at the moment." He winks at her. "Would you care to... pursue the toy chest?

[Isabela]

"Of course," she says, sliding off the bench to saunter her way over to the chest -- complete with plenty of dem hip sway. 

Hmm, let's see... dildos, paddles, clamps, whips, more whips, do those ropes have little thorns? That's an acquired taste. Whips, a wand -- heh, I wonder what's in it -- another spikey paddle, a... huh. They get up to some serious play down here. 

Interesting, given Lady Olocaryn flinched a bit when bitten. Ah, but then, maybe that's what the wand is for -- ease off the pain so they can both enjoy it. Hmm... what do I feel like doing tonight?

"Do you enjoy being paddled, Lord Olocaryn?" she asks, stroking one particularly nasty paddle lovingly. I could go for a turn on top.

[NPCs]

Olocaryn's smiles thins. "I'm afraid not," he says simply. "I do not mind a bit of fire play, but that is all. But if you wish to dom for a bit..." He glances at Coquette. "What say you, my wife? Would you like Belladonna to do wicked, wicked things to you?" His eyes flick back to their guest. "If you want more, several of the staff also indulge..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No," gasps Coquette. "I-- I wish to -- please."

[Isabela]

"Jealous, are we?" teases Isabela. "Alright, then."

[NPCs]

"Hmmm... tell me, have you ever used a toy called a 'strap-on' before?" he asks Belladonna curiously, a queer light in his eyes.

[Isabela]

Did he seriously just ask me that? "Of course." She grins. Wait, shit, I'm meant to be undercover... well if he expects me to fake being a blushing virgin it's a little late for that.

[NPCs]

Olocaryn laughs richly, a deep rumble that hits below the gut. "Wonderful. I am glad you are not the typical Glalian lady." It would be much harder to rush this if you were a prude. "I am a touch large for the rear, unless that is the last game of a session and she can rest thereafter. However, we have smaller phalluses for the strap-on so we can... double team her, I think the new slang is."

As they get settled into this, Isabela notices that Coquette seems to share her current preference for the feminine. When given a choice, when the merikos elf isn't paying attention to her small reactions, she seems to lean into Isabela, not her husband. As thing continue, Coquette slowly relaxes, and she's never less than responsive or agreeable, but she was just as clearly nervous about how this might go. Perhaps she's just wary about new partners? There's a brief break after that bout, Olocaryn going to the door and returning a few minutes later with a jug of juice and some cold meat puffs. Strangely, he almost seems to forget to give any to Coquette at first. Not enough delay to really be worrying, just... strange, given how aware and practiced he seems to be about kink.

[Isabela]

"Hey," says Isabela, sitting next to Lady Olocaryn, putting her arm around her. "Hey, drink this," she says, pushing a second glass of the juice into her hand. "You doing okay, sweetie?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette nods by rote, feeling detached, far away from her body.

[Isabela]

"Good, that's good. Can you talk to me? Tell me how you're doing?" she continues, evenly. She's deep in it -- usually I'd trust her dom to do this but he seems preoccupied himself. Neither of them are any good at this, are they? Poor souls, still discovering all this on their own.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, master," she whispers automatically.