The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

As Maeve strokes over Shiori's behind, she feels her desire, her physical yearning enflame. The next stroke sees Shiori nestle backward just a bit, pushing her plump bottom into Maeve's hand, seeking that touch, the comfort. She doesn't seem to mind when Maeve's fingers stroke between her cheeks; indeed, as she lightly touches the entrance, Shiori gives a small, pleased gasp, a little moan of pleasure. This is familiar, comfortable. She's been willing and able to offer this before, despite being in the wrong form. 

[Maeve]

Rocking slightly, Maeve sighs happily, and shifts a little so Shiori is resting directly atop one breast and face to nipple with the other. "Liked that, mmh?" Maeve notes, lingering on her next stroke to run a finger all the way from taint to tailbone, then back again. She nips at her ear, carefully testing to see how Shiori responds to the hint of pain. 

[Shisou]

The pain is grounding, sensation jerking Shiori's attention from the spiritual to the physical -- which is good, because she was starting to go glassy-eyed, just a touch. She swallows, not necessarily turned off by the pain but not clearly enjoying it either. When her finger passes over Shiori's entrance next, there's a bit of opening, an inviting sensation of tugging as she relaxes in preparation for exploration. 

[Maeve]

Maeve eases off smoothly, tongue licking the earlobe to soothe and apologize both. Instead of pushing ahead with her probing however, Maeve lifts her hand from Shiori's body and reaches across to her own. Not hiding her actions from her in the slightest, she slips a finger into her own cunt and strokes a few times. "There we go," she murmurs, eyeing the digit, now liberally coated in a slick, almost oily golden fluid. She flashes a smile at Shiori before returning her hand to her bum. 

"My flesh is supple and, hmm, adaptable to some extent to the limits of my mortal lovers but that doesn't mean we should forgo assistance when my nectar is so readily available." Even as she speaks, she's slowly working her finger into Shiori's anus. With her other hand, she reaches across herself to run her fingertips down the swell of Shiori's breast.

[Shisou]

The sensation of having her sensitive nipple stroked for the first time causes Shiori to tense, not in alarm but in surprise, delight. A moment later, she relaxes again, allowing Maeve's large finger access once more. As she manages to enter up to the knuckle, Shiori gives a contented sigh, settling down around her finger. It's different; there's something missing, some little nub of pleasure that no longer exists to be manipulated. But the feeling of being full, of being entered, is comforting, soothingly familiar. Her aura relaxes as well, straining less and letting itself be cradled by Maeve's superior metaphysical weight. She lets out a soft mewling noise, one hand reaching up to stroke at Maeve's tit, the other around her waist for support. She is kitten-like, soft and supple and eager to please, seeking any affection she can find. 

[Maeve]

"That's a good girl," Maeve croons softly, nuzzling her hair. "Just relax and find delight. You can touch and taste and feel any part of me, alright? My body is yours to play with in this time, in this place." She gives her neck, then swirls her tongue along the curl of Shiori's ear. "Where do you want to be touched? Where aren't you ready to be touched? There's no rush, we can lay here together for days if you wish it, my Blossom. This time is ours and I give my share to your pleasure."

[Shisou]

"I want to know what my body can do," she whimpers. "I want to know what it's like. To be... to be taken in the way that only a woman can. But i'm scared. What if I don't like it? What if...?" She whimpers again, nestling up against Maeve, seeking the physical contact. "May I.. suck on your fingers, Brightness? I want you inside me in the familiar ways, first."

[Maeve]

I'd normally tell her to call me Maeve-- or Mistress, if that's what we're playing-- but not this time, I think. "My body is yours," Maeve repeats gently, then pulls her ear into her mouth to lightly suckle on. To make it easier, the nymph also slides her hand up a bit so her thumb-- easily the girth if not the length of Iron Bull's cock-- is near Shiori's mouth even as her index finger continues to rub against her nipple.

"And I can promise you that you'll find pleasure with your new body, your true body." To emphasis her words, Maeve twists her finger inside Shiori, deliberately using her sexual nature to make up for the lack of prostate. Pleasure seeps into Shiori like a gentle rain into thirsty soil, radiating out and upwards from her rear until it pools in her belly. There's an endless moment where Shiori feels like she's being cradled safely above a bottomless chasm-- and then the world shatters into shards of fulfillment, desire and delight. 

[Shisou]

Something deep in Shiori's soul, something small and broken and thought to be irrevocably scarred, begins to heal; it's as though a bit of scorched earth has begun to grow, if not lush grasslands, at least moss. She moans, sucking hard on Maeve's thumb, feeling a current lance through her from one finger to the other, a vine of blooming flowers where each one that unfurls is a new plateau of pleasure. She shakes and rocks, twisting herself on Maeve's index finger, wanting more, more, hungry for both the physical fulfillment and the spiritual one. This feels more right than anything she's encountered in her life. Tears of pure joy stream down her cheeks as she is overwhelmed, both by the pleasure and the healing. 

When she comes back to herself, she is curled up atop Maeve, her mouth empty now as Maeve's large hand cradles the back of her neck, supporting her like a newborn babe. She lets out a low, contented sigh, pulling Maeve's nipple into her mouth to suckle on. 

[Maeve]

Maeve lets out a shuddering gasp, then purrs strongly with approval. On the second suckle, Shiori finds her mouth filling with fluid. It's not milk, exactly; though the texture is the same, it tastes of apple and maple syrup, orange blossom and some kind of earthy, starchy plant. It's a strange taste, a new taste, but it's absolutely delicious. Rocking slightly, a comforting movement rather than a distressed one, the giant nymph runs her free hand down Shiori's back, across her bum, then gathers up her legs to pull her up so she's resting completely on Maeve's torso.

"My Blossom," Maeve sighs happily. "Was it good? May I give you more?" She sounds utterly, completely sincere and even eager, yet also very content with just cradling Shiori close and being suckled upon.

[Shisou]

Shiori reluctantly lets go of the nipple, moaning a reverent "Brightness" in worship before she gets her head screwed back on a little firmer. "Yes," she whispers, looking up into Maeve's eyes. "I want this. I want you to teach me how my body works now. I feel.. so strange. Not sleepy, as if... as if I have more to give, more to feel. I want to know what my limits are, see how far I can go. If it pleases your Brightness," she adds, almost shyly, offering vulnerability as well as reverence. 

[Maeve]

There's a disappointed whine when Shiori unlatches but Maeve also offers a beaming smile down at Shiori. "You please me very much," she whispers, eyes dark with lust and passion. Lifting Shiori up higher on her chest with one hand, she returns the favor by sucking the smaller woman's entire right breast into her mouth and flicking her tongue over the nipple. When Shiori throws her head back with a cry of pleasure, Maeve hums with satisfaction, her tongue never slowly as she lashes the nipple relentlessly. 

[Shisou]

Shiori grinds her hips into Maeve's hand, seeking her finger, instinctually hoping to drive it inside her. She doesn't succeed, of course; Maeve's fingertip is in her crack, but laying against the entrance, not in a position to be driven anywhere. So she whimpers and moans, shifting and writhing, eager for whatever Maeve longs to give her. 

"More," she gasps, begs. "Please, I need it, I can't stand it," she whimpers. 

[Maeve]

"How much do you want?" Maeve demands, Shiori so lost in her lust that she doesn't even notice that the words were never spoken aloud. Images fill her mind as Maeve asks her question; the pair of them just as they are now, but with a finger spreading her open, pushing inside her. Maeve flat on her back, her sitting against Maeve's breasts with her cunt being speared by the nymph's tongue. Her laying on a stump, Maeve kneeling and holding her legs apart as she fucks her slowly with her clit-- huge, for a clit, but smaller than Maeve's finger. Her straddling Maeve, legs splayed widely to reach around Maeve's broad pelvis, mouth latched on a nipple and mouth filled with that delicious fluid-- and completely bound tightly against the aboral nymph by scores of vines sprouting from Maeve's body and filled to capacity by a pair of extra thick vines.

[Shisou]

A slew of images in return, communicated via gasps and moans: a cock filling her mouth, so big and thick she can barely breathe around it. A daydream of how it might be to take that inside her. Taking a cock in her ass, loving how stretched she feels, how full. 

"Everything," she moans, mouth seeking Maeve's nipple once more. Everything, but slowly. One thing at a time.