The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Maeve]

"Oh thank Father," Maeve says in a relieved exhale. "I thought you were-- Right. Well, 'when' is up to both of us really. You can't go until we do but, well, we're all immortal and you've got some hundred, hundred and fifty years of fertility to go so... no rush?" 

She offers a warm smile, then openly casts her gaze up and down Shiori's blanket covered body. "You're very cute, super sweet and gentle, and Father approves of you. So I'm basically up for laying with you right now if you wanted to. I wouldn't mind getting to know you more if you want though. You've had a lot of changes happen recently, slow is fine. I like slow actually." Her smile heats, the warmth not diminishing but being joined by something noticeably more primal. "My blood runs hotter-- heh, most don't have blood-- than my siblings, but I still have the patience of a tree. We can work our way up to actual fucking." 

[Shisou]

"I've never... ah... With this body, I've never... I don't know what it can do. What it's capable of. But... I want to. You're, you're very attractive, and I... I have never really enjoyed sex very much. I prefer bottoming, I like to be penetrated, but never it seems as much as my partner enjoyed penetrating me. I hope... I hope things are different now."

[Maeve]

Maeve clicks her lips, just a quick darting of the tip of her tongue. Voice a little rougher than previous, she leans back again so she's sitting straight up with her legs splayed in front of her. She pats the ground in front of her and whispers, "we could... explore a little, if you'd like. Find out how it feels to be touched in your true form. To be caressed and petted. Savored and cherished and pleased." Heat blooms in Shiori, pooling in her belly, her breasts, her flower, as Maeve's control over her nymphly aura slips a touch in response to her own growing arousal.

[Shisou]

"Please," she whispers, tears leaking down her cheeks. "I've never been... I've been petted and cosseted. I've been treated like a pet or a child. I've been invited to participate in ways I felt comfortable. But I've never been... pleased. I've never been... been the center of things, been the sole recipient of pleasure. I've never... forgive me. This is, this is a holy experience for me, a monumental significance, and I cannot... I cannot put into words what it means to me that you're offering to make it about my pleasure and not just my utility."

[Maeve]

Maeve's breath hitches and her eyes dampen slightly. "Right now-- no. With us, always with us, your pleasure will be our pleasure. This is for you, blossom." She pats the space in front of her again, spreading her knees a little more in invitation, not that the extra space is needed given how petite Shiori is, especially compared to the green giantess. "Come sit against me. With the sheet or without as you like. We'll only go as far as you wish, okay? This is all for you right now; any debts still unpaid can wait." The words, evidently more than just reassurance, herald an instant abatement of the subtle yearning in Shiori. She can tell it's not gone, but at the same time, she can't feel it anymore. 

[Shisou]

"May I.." begins Shiori, hesitant, almost afraid to ask. "I know that those of your kind must tamp yourselves down, must dim your Brightness for mortal eyes. But... for a moment, just a little, may I see you as You are?" As she asks, she slides out of the bed, leaving the sheet behind as she sinks to her knees. 

[Maeve]

Maeve studies Shiori for a moment, her attention taking her the whole of her body for sure, but mostly searching for something deeper than flesh or bone. The smaller woman's new position has her head lined up directly with the bottom of Maeve's breasts so she's forced to look practically through her cleavage to see her face. Finally, the divine nymph nods slightly. "There's not much difference in the way of seeing," she murmurs, resting her hands on Shiori's hips ever so gently. "Most of what I hide is felt more than anything else." 

A pause, then she lifts a hand to skim a finger down her own breast to tap her nipple. She doesn't stop there, the hand skimming lower, lower, until she strokes her slit. Mesmerized, Shiori can't stop herself from following the finger, so she clearly sees the thick, almost golden dewdrops of moisture clinging to the soft green curls down there. "Felt here. And here. It can... be a lot. Even well seasoned lovers of mine often lose control to what they feel when I don't hold back. Are you sure? I don't mind, I promise."

[Shisou]

"I want to know," she says, her voice small, brave. "Just for a few moments. I want to know in my soul what you are, who you are. But... the last time I was.... the last time I was sexual, I was overcome. I couldn't hold myself back. I couldn't..." Her tears become fatter, and she wipes at them furiously. "I couldn't stop what was happening. I was helpless. I don't want to hurt you the way I hurt my Lady wife. So... so if you don't feel you can trust me with this, we can stop."

[Maeve]

Maeve stares a moment, then has to painfully swallow back a bark of laughter. "Blossom," she begins gently. "I could literally rip you in half with one hand or put you to sleep for a week with a single word. Plus..." She lifts her now damp hand and gestures around them. "Dad isn't watching or anything, but He still knows what goes on here. Even if you were somehow an archmage or blade champion in disguise, He could just erase you between heartbeats." Not sexual abuse like Miku then, but abuse and sexual all the same. Mind controleld or drugged? Mortals can be so damn sceletran sometimes.

She smiles then, reason and reassurace fading to become compassion. "Besides; that's not who you are. My, ah, aura I guess-- it doesn't change you like most other effects of that sort. It stokes your passion, enflames you desire and lust, deepens your need for beauty and pleasure and release. But you'll still be you; gentle and sweet and hopeful and yearning." Moving slow and careful, she leans down to kiss the top of Shiori's head. "And thank you. For being willing to try to trust me with this."

[Shisou]

"Then... then I want to know. I want to feel the difference." She takes a deep breath, shivering with as much anticipation as fear. "I want to know you."

[Maeve]

"Alright blossom."

Her hand slips around so she's covering the bulk of Shiori's back, bracing the small woman just in case it's needed. Maeve breathes in deeply, eyes fluttering closed, and then she lets her breath out with a deep, groaning sigh. Instantly Shiori feels her blood boil and her heart race. Her skin flushes and tightens, her nipples turn rock hard, her whole body tingles, her sex clenches and moistens, and inside her a welling need to feel and do and experience roars to life. But more it's not just her flesh, her mortal shell, that reacts. 

So does her soul.

[Shisou]

Shiori makes a soft cooing sound, sinking down to the floor, lowering herself in a formal bow before the divine majesty before her. When Maeve reaches a finger to her chin, lifting her head, Shiori takes that as permission to rise enough to truly behold her form and not just feel her. She can feel herself blossoming in response to Maeve, opening herself in a spiritual way, hungry and eager to be filled, to be made whole. This communion she craves is no mere stroking of the flesh, but a coming together of the divine in her with the divine in Maeve, a way of letting their true essences mingle, which can only stand to nurture and fertilize the smaller, weaker flame of divinity that mortals call a 'soul' inside Shiori. Yes, she cries with all her soul, so eager and enthusiastic that Maeve can hear it as language thanks to her divine gifts. 

[Maeve]

"Your first prayer as Ours," Maeve whispers huskily, pupils wide and shimmering with power beyond mortal magic. Her own heart thumps loudly, her divinity responding sharply to Shiori's pleas. "How could I not grant it?"

Lowering her head once more, Maeve kisses Shiori upon the lips this time. A sweetness fills Shiori's mouth, but not that of sugar or even honey. Instead, a part of Shiori instinctively knows that sweetness to be the taste of a summer dawn on young leaves. The giantess keeps the kiss innocent and gentle, Shiori's reverence and submissiveness allowing the very divine aura pushing her to demand and seek out more to give Maeve control over the pacing. Pulling back, Maeve hums softly, a pleased, contented noise, then kisses her again.

Ours, Maeve tells her without silly mortal words. Our priestess, My lover. May I give you pleasure, My Blossom?"

[Shisou]

The response isn't in words, but in the motions of the body and of the soul: the body kisses back, mouth opening to receive Maeve's tongue, hands coming up to entangle in her hair, and the soul opens as well, reaching tendrils towards Maeve's aura, trying to pull some of her light into itself. Too much of that can be dangerous, can burn a person out entire, but Maeve's not a newly formed Outsider by any stretch of the imagination, and she's more than capable of holding back just enough, of being gentle. 

[Maeve]

Maeve purrs happily, signaling her approval Shiori playing with her hair. Without any strain, she lifts Shiori up with one hand and uses the other to nudge her legs so she set her back down in her lap. During this process, she had leaned back against a ridge of wood that hadn't been there just prior, allowing Shiori to rest along her torso, head propped up against generous green breasts. She beams down at Shiori, loving the feeling of the petite woman curled up on her side laying atop her as she is. 

Lips moving away from Shiori's to flutter a line of kisses along her jawline, Maeve whispers, "remember, you can call a halt at any time, my Blossom. I swear it." The hand that had lifted her up has moved on to petting the smaller woman from upper back to lower thigh in smooth, slow strokes that cover the entire span of her. "And you need merely yearn for what pleasures you desire to tell me. I burn to please you, My Blossom, and so I shall." I will not harm you. I will keep you safe. You will be cherished and desired and fulfilled if it is at all within My power.