Pookie's confusion

When Queen Pookie's attendant had told her the human peace envoys had sent her a gift, she was confused. Negotiations hadn't even begun and the humans were already trying to appease her? Were they perhaps more threatened by the underdark forces than they had let on? Or maybe they were desperate for this deal to go through due to some surface world political strife. Either way, they were showing their hand to be weaker than they'd been at the start. It was a strange thing to admit right from the get-go.

Well, Pookie was nothing if not prudent. She would not let such an obvious bribe get the better of her before negotiations had even begun. She intended to treat this with the utmost skepticism and disregard it outright, no matter how enticing it may prove. For she was queen, and no one would get leverage over her so easily.

She intended to, indeed.

But she was quite shocked when she saw they gift brought before her, tits out and pussy glistening with what came from inside. No, what was still cumming from inside, quite voluminously in fact. She could smell it all the way from across the room, and it smelled strangely of almonds and rasberries. Did all human secretion smell like deserts toppings, or was that specific to this one? Or maybe her senses were still scrambled from being so completely befuddled.

And why wouldn't she be? The humans had gifted her a pleasure slave on the eve of their negotiations.

Pookie stood up with all the grace she could muster (which wasn't much, but it took less than that to fool her guards and attendants) and strode across the throne room to the slave. As she got closer, she noticed the woman was shivering. Was she cold? It seemed logical that she would be if she was so used to the surface world and its sun. "Fetch me some fire stones, and light the torches along the walkway."

The attendants shuffled off to their duties, unquestioningly, while Pookie stared at the slave woman. She was a head taller than the queen, and much wider as well, but her mousey expression and hunched posture could make you think she was a small child. Her feet were turned inward, sheepishly, and her hands were plastered over her womanhood, covering in her leakage as if trying to scoop it back inside herself. Her hair was hanging loose past her shoulderblades, yet still left her chest uncovered like a set of curtains opening for a play. Well, Pookie supposed a certain type of play would be happening here, anyway.

The drow queen grabbed the human's cum-soaked hand and pulled it away from her pussy. Another dribble of cum plopped to the floor and Pookie could see the woman bite her lower lip to mask her sharp inhale of breath. "Clean that up." She ordered the guards before turning on her heel and dragging the slave behind her. Perhaps, she thought, it would be wiser to not reject the gift outright, but to... test it for value. Best to approach this in good faith, just for appearances.