The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

Olocaryn chuckle softly and kisses the back of Isabela's neck. "Lovely," he murmurs, rising. A short time later finds Isabela laying flat against a narrow board, underneath Coquette. They're going in opposite directions, their faces lined up between each other's legs with Isabela's head pointing away from Olocaryn. Both are tightly bound, to their boards but also to each other, unable to lift or move their heads from the cradle of each other's thighs created by how their legs are elevated and bound. And they're blindfolded, which means Isabela is unaware that Coquette's hands are free, unlike her own. Given how awkward this would be without the frame, it's clear that the Olocaryns have not skimped time or money on their equipment. 

"Lick her," he orders Coquette as he coats his cock with lube. "Start in the back."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette shivers just a touch, wishing she could turn off her taste buds -- she didn't particularly enjoy the taste of flesh, and while she found a woman's flower tolerable, she had no desire for this sort of activity. And yet... what choice did she have? Letting herself slip further into the peaceful place where there is only orders, only obedience, she obeys. 

[NPCs]

Kneeling next to his wife, Olocaryn brushes the hair from her ear. Lips brushing against the shell of her ear, he whispers, "now now, my love. No slipping away. We wouldn't want our guest to lose heart at your unfocused performance." Partially to distract Belladonna and partially to make some noise to cover his already very faint whisper but also because he wants to touch his newest slave, Olocaryn begins to stroke a  dusky skinned thigh in front of him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

To lose... heart...

Coquette starts, heart pounding in her chest as she grabs for all the tattered remains of lies she has to avoid screaming, crying out, panicking. Stay calm. Do this. Just get through it. One moment at a time.

[NPCs]

"Whoops, sorry, my love," he says lightly. "Caught a bit of hair there," he adds to explain her jerking slightly. As tightly pressed against Isabela as she is, the merikos undine couldn't have possibly failed to notice it.

[Isabela]

Oh damn him, why are men so clumsy? she wonders. I'll have to start over now -- she's such a delicate flower. And yet-- so good at what she does. 

[NPCs]

Despite her mental bitching, things pick up quickly from there. Isabela does her best to please Coquette, but the Olocaryns are now focusing on her and that's... distracting. Between Coquette's tongue, teeth and lips and Olocaryn's cock and hands, the pirate is, understandably, not working at her best. During her third orgasim, Isabela feels Olocaryn slip out of her cleft and go for the well-lubed back. At the same time, she feels a second pair of hands- long, slim, slightly cool to the touch: Coquette- caress her thighs, then slip a large, bump and whorl covered phallus into her. Which is evidently just the thing, as a bolt of pleasure and lust hits Isabela, causing a fourth orgasim right on the heels of the third.

"Faster, mon chat," Olocaryn grunts as he thrusts. "Let us see if we can best our record, no?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

We, bounces around Coquette's head. We. We. we we we we we. No, it's him, he's doing this, I'm just obeying, I have no choice. I can't say no or she dies. 

[NPCs]

Which is when Olocaryn reaches around to run a finger from the small of her back to her anus, a wave of lust hitting her as well. "That's it, my pets," he murmurs, caressing Coquette's soft, tight rear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

No, no no no, she tells herself, but she is, she's enjoying it -- if only because it's someone else he's focused on, someone else suffering for her benefit. Master will have a new toy, and I'll be better taken care of, some small part of her sighs, happily. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Well, that seems suspicious, no?"

Zevran frowns, studying the set of guards outside what must be a small storage room. The kitchen is right next to this on one side and the other side of the room is the outer edge of the basement, presuming it follows the same dimensions of the entire rest of the basement. But why two guards on.. a pantry? There were some wine bottles visible from the door, yes, but two guards? One I could see, given how pricey wine can get but two? Unless...  

Slipping back around the corner, he nods at Carver. "Two guards outside a pantry. Peculiar, yes, but there's more!" he whispers dramatically. "Despite the rest of the hall being bare, there's a wall hanging just past the pantry, bracketed by torches."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods. "So that's got to be the secret sex dungeon then, right?"

[Tethras Clan]

"As opposed to the merely private sex dungeon?" Zevran smiles thinly. "I'm actually hoping for his illegal-activities office, vault or similar, but possibly, yes."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods. "Right. Because if the Lady Olocaryn is into sex dungeon stuff, but he has, uh, mistresses, who are also into-- or maybe it's a vault. Yeah. That makes more sense."

[Tethras Clan]

"If she is as... bound as I fear, then she wouldn't object to whatever he wants to do. Or perhaps 'can't' is more accurate," Zevran mutters. "Can you get around to the other side of the hall? If you and Silence can flank, then I shall strike down one, then you both come around and hopefully distract the other long enough for me to take him out. Quietly."