The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Maeve]

"Full, hmm?" Maeve rumbles happily as Shiori latches on again. Shifting Shiori around a little, Maeve positions her so she's laying on her side, slanted across Maeve's torso, with her head resting against one breast. This allows Shiori to continue to suckle while also allowing...

Shiori lets out a plaintive mewing noise as a thick finger pushes into between her legs to rub against her cunt. It slides easily, not just due to how wet she is but also because Maeve had applied another coating of her own nectar just to be sure. The nymph teases the opening for a few moments, then begins to slowly penetrate her virgin folds. As she does so, Maeve uses her other hand to tug Shiori's hair gently, angling her head so she can lock eyes with the mortal. Mine. My Blossom.

[Shisou]

Oh. Oh. 

Instantly she knows she's no longer a slut for anal sex. The feeling of Maeve's thick, firm finger sliding into her folds, into her vagina, is so much more satisfying and easier than she'd ever found anal sex. Sure, anal's good, but this... this is holy. It feels right as Maeve enters her, like coming home and settling into herself. When she crooks her finger just so, pressing against that spot, Shiori throws back her head with a wild, undulating cry of sheer joy and rapture. This, this is what she's been waiting for all of her life. This is what she ought to have been born to do, this union of body and soul, this feeling of pure unadulterated pleasure. Nothing could be better than this. 

Then Maeve rolls the tip of her thumb against the head of Shiori's clit and the girl nearly passes out. Her closed eyes snap open, and she locks eyes with Maeve, her face a picture of sheer lust and carnal need, her soul clinging to Maeve like a life raft in a hurricane. She orgasms, tightly clenching Maeve's finger, rubbing as much as she can against Maeve's thumb, jerking and twitching while holding Maeve's gaze, eyes sightless from sheer overload. "More," she whines as Maeve tries to pull her thumb back. "Please, Brightness, please, Mistress, Lady, my love, Maeve, please, I need you inside me, I need more, all of you, inside me."

[Maeve]

Okay, easing back on the aura, she's getting a bit too far gone Tucking away about a tenth of her aura, she slowly starts dampening down even more, intending to gradually drop to about half, which is where she normally keeps it when making love. Maeve studies her carefully, using more than just her eyes, then nods. "Your prayer shall be answered, my Blossom."

Despite her words, the giantess removes her finger from inside her, leaving her empty and aching. Then, in the next instant, Shiori finds herself lifted up and back slightly before being settled directly over Maeve's cunt. More importantly to Shiori, she's also settled right atop Maeve's engorged clit. Far more rigid than a human or elf clit, and larger than it had been just a few seconsd ago so it's fatter and almost as long as the cock in Shiori's memory, it easily pushes into Shiori. And pushes and spreads and fills and fills. Maeve groans lustily at the feeling/ My Blossom, so tight, so warm, so welcoming, thank you, you're so wonderful, My Blossom/ and gives Shiori a hungry look. 

"Go ahead and move as you like," she rasps outs, hands encircling her hips but only just barely touching.

[Shisou]

Shiori whines, gasping for breath as she's stretched, filled, penetrated, speared. She envisions herself, wrapped around the clit tightly, bearing down on it, and she reaches for Maeve's tits to steady herself, to give herself something to hold onto. Then she shifts her hips just a little, letting out a low, gutteral moan as she feels the clit twitch inside her. 

She begins to rock back and forth, almost as though riding on a rocking horse, clinging with her thighs to Maeve's enormous hips as though gripping a steed. She runs her thumbs over Maeve's enormous nipples, trying to bring the nymph some small piece of this pleasure -- feeling Maeve's delighted quivering in her gut, in her very soul. She doesn't have the leverage to push herself up and down very far, but rocking her hips like this feels amazing, phenomenal. She leans forward, licking at Maeve's belly flesh, and then murmurs, "Your finger, put your finger in me, please, I want-- I want to-- can you stroke yourself through me? I want as much of you in me as I can manage." 

[Maeve]

"Finger or-- or just me?" Maeve asks, voice strained just a little herself. When Shiori just whimpers a needy, hungry plea, Maeve chuckles. Resting atop her as she is, Shiori finds herself being rocked up and down by the laughter in a exquisitely delightful sensation. "Dealer's choice, eh? Happy to," she rumbles, grip firming on Shiori's hips so she can outright lift and thrust Shiori's body on her clit. Knowing where both hands are, it's a surprise for Shiori when she feels a thick appendage squirming its way into her ass. It's thinner than Maeve's finger but it's so, so much longer. No cock could safely go as deep as this goes in, the vine carefully winding its way in without hurting Shiori. And then it begins to twist and twitch rapidly, pressing against the thin barrier between Shiori's ass and her cunt.

[Shisou]

That pushes her over the edge; Shiori clamps down on Maeve's clit firmly, pulsing around her. She lets out a loud, undulating cry, coming and coming and coming, no end in sight; unlike the short bursts she's used to, this rolls through her like a thunderstorm, wave after wave, forcing a moan from her lips despite herself. She never wants this to end, never; all thoughts of their purpose flee her, all thoughts of the future nothing beside this one, perfect, glorious moment. 

[Maeve]

It ends. Of course it ends, everything has to end eventually. But endings always lead to new beginnings, an endlessly repeating, endlessly novel cycle. In this case, that means that another climax starts to build almost without pause. 

More, Maeve orders Shiori. I want to give you more. I want to fill you more, My Blossom. I want to be inside you in every way, to root Myself inside you and harvest a bounty of your pleasure. Over and over and over again. I will keep you safe, keep you whole. Will you trust Me to take you beyond the limits of your flesh?

[Shisou]

"Yes," she moans, throwing her head back to crow at the ceiling, "Yes! Please, my goddess, my lover, Maeve, fill me, yes!" 

[Maeve]

"Mine," Maeve growls, more vines yanking Shiori's head back so she can claim her lips in a possessive, dominating kiss. Maeve's tongue pushes into Shiori's mouth, tangling and twirling with Shiori's tongue for a long moment. One long enough for the vine in her ass to swell, roundly contoured whorls and ridges forming along with what feels like hundreds, thousands of hair-thin tendrils that quiver and undulate to simulate movement without putting any more strain on her flesh than need be.

Maeve's clit grows as well, pushing deeper into Shiori's cunt. When it brushes her cervix, it stops lengthening and instead widens in girth until she's sure her flesh should be splitting and bleeding and yet there's no tearing, no pain, just more and more fullness. Maeve holds her hips in an oaken grip, ensuring she doesn't jerk around or move at all, taking complete control of their lovemaking. Her tongue slides past Shiori's, pushing into the newly made priestess's throat. It fills the airway completely but despite her body's confused concern about needing to breath, her lungs never start to burn. 

[Shisou]

Shiori briefly panics when her airway is filled, right around when the oversized clit begins to widen inside her. Her eyes go wide and she begins to struggle, but calms a moment later when she realizes she can still breathe, that her vision isn't fading. Far from it, in fact; she can see Maeve perfectly, which is when she realizes her vision is improved over her old body's capabilities. Things that used to seem comfortingly fuzzy, just a few feet away, are now sharp and clear. It's a subtle difference; Shiori's vision was never bad, just a little nearsighted. 

Trusting Maeve, signing her heart over to the plant-woman, she closes her eyes again and sinks into the depth of feeling. And she can feel everything. Every little tendril, every slight nub on Maeve's clit; she's so full she's sure she must be bursting, feeling the vines crawl up inside her far beyond where any human could or should ever go. Inch after glorious inch, she feels the vine creep up her insides, until she's sure it must be at the stomach by now, must be almost so high up in her body that it will reach Maeve's tongue. She envisions herself entirely filled with plant matter in every inch of her insides, her organs nestled in among the leaves, tendrils creeping out her eye sockets, her ears. She can't move, but it doesn't matter; everything inside her is moving, growing, undulating. And she loves it. Loves being fertile ground for Maeve to grow upon, loves being filled so completely that a small part of her worries she'll never again be satisfied with a mortal lover. 

The only part of her that remains empty is her womb. 

[Maeve]

She stays there, suspended and rapturous, for what she'll later find out was a full hour. Finally, finally, even with Maeve supporting her endurance and mental fortitude, she drifts into the dark of blissful, blessed, unconsciousness. When thought and feeling return, it's to find herself latched onto a nipple, a new and yet familiar taste in her mouth. She's warm, cradled in strong arms against a broad, soft chest. A hand, powerful and gentle, rests on her own stomach, a thumb slowly stroking the flesh there in movements not sexual but rather comforting. Shiori feels warm, her every muscle lax and her...

Oh Raplin, she feels stretched. Her cunt and ass don't hurt, but they do ache. It's not the same as exercise ache, but that's fairly close to the feeling and the best she can come up with. Her throat is a bit sore as well, but not nearly as much as her nethers. So are her nipples, strangely, even though she doesn't remember... Wait. No, Maeve did suck on them, she recalls that now as more memories spool out to her awakening mind. More vines. So many vines; inside her, around her, through her. Lips on her breasts, her ears-- Maeve really likes that, she realizes-- her nipples, her hands, her own lips. Countless flower petals rubbing across her skin. Maeve's clit in her cunt, her mouth. Bright gods, the feel and taste of Maeve's cunt still lingers in her mouth, a quiet, aching longing for more simmering in the back of her mind. But no more than she might for anything else that tasted so fine, despite Shiori distinctly recalling Maeve tell her that most would have to fear addiction when she's holding so little of herself back.

And there's something else lingering in her mouth, on the tip of her tongue. Not a taste, not even a texture, but instead the echo of an answer. The question dances out of reach as Shiori realizes that she can hear voices. Talking. A conversation, between... between Maeve and Zevran. Her mind doesn't want to be awake enough to dig out the elven she'd need to understand, not quite yet, but she can tell from the tones that they're flirting with each other. Amused, friendly, lusty. 

A small part of Shiori crows with delight that despite Zevran being clearly on offer, Maeve is still choosing to cradle her to very close to her. 

[Shisou]

Shiori lifts her head just a little, just enough to murmur "I don' wanna go," before returning her mouth to Maeve's nipple. And she truly, truly doesn't. It's not addiction; she feels right, happy and content, in her rightful place in her rightful body, for the first time in her life. 

[Zevran]

There's a sharp pause in the conversation, then a snort. Then laughter, both underneath her head and to her side, the one causing her entire body to shake and the other swiftly followed with a cheekily offered, "no, of course not, lovie; you cannot go as you have clearly just recently come!"

Maeve groans, the sound filled with humor, as she scolds him, "that was terrible, Little Flirt. Terrible!"

[Shisou]

Shiori grins, reaching out a hand toward Zevran's voice blindly. 

[Zevran]

It's taken, but by lips instead of fingers.