Edrei the Rapacious
The flashes of Wessex' thought process that Edy can see in a shimmer across the high-cheekboned face makes something coil darkly in Edy's gut. Some earlier memory of the Spire pops into her mind, of touching it, ebony and ivory and all that bullshit only it isn't bullshit, not really. It's stupidly metaphorical and in another world, far too political, but for a split second Edy just sees an ass that hasn't seen the sun in decades a cock as sturdy and unbridled as the spire ever was.
Happily offering the tumbler—nay, her gift—as it is filled (the things Edy would like to fill...), the not-teenager returns the salute. "To the talents I can give you..and the talents I can give you." She purrs, her cock twitching slightly as she downs the amber liquid.
"Now." Edy says, the booze making her feel even warmer and looser than she normally is. Shuffling herself towards the ascended and meaning to drape her arms languidly around Wessex' shoulders, the not-teenager and now-queen (king?) leans her head against the woman's shoulder. "I'm a queen with a cock in this place. An outlander, cousin to the most hated woman here. I already appointed Jigano King, but sir Ronin the butt-hurt turned me down. Do you know what that means?" Her words were a sultry purr against the curve of Wessex' ear.
Happily offering the tumbler—nay, her gift—as it is filled (the things Edy would like to fill...), the not-teenager returns the salute. "To the talents I can give you..and the talents I can give you." She purrs, her cock twitching slightly as she downs the amber liquid.
"Now." Edy says, the booze making her feel even warmer and looser than she normally is. Shuffling herself towards the ascended and meaning to drape her arms languidly around Wessex' shoulders, the not-teenager and now-queen (king?) leans her head against the woman's shoulder. "I'm a queen with a cock in this place. An outlander, cousin to the most hated woman here. I already appointed Jigano King, but sir Ronin the butt-hurt turned me down. Do you know what that means?" Her words were a sultry purr against the curve of Wessex' ear.
