The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

Shiori hooks her fingers behind Zevran's teeth, tugging him closer with the handle she's got. She doesn't try to remove her fingers, just wanting him closer, and not wanting to stop suckling on Maeve in the meantime. 

[Zevran]

She's able to pull him for only an inch or two before her fingers pop out of his mouth, much to Maeve's amusement based on the renewed laughing.

[Shisou]

She makes a small, canine whine around Maeve's nipple, protesting the lack of Zevran. 

[Zevran]

"Sorry, darling, but..." He trails off apologetically. 

[Shisou]

With another, shorter whine, Shori finally lifts her head and turns it to look at Zevran. 

[Zevran]

He beams at her and wiggles his fingers, which is about all he can move at the moment thanks to the hundreds of vines that have him tied up and hanging from the walls and ceiling. "Good nap?"

[Shisou]

She blushes, tongue unconsciously lapping at her lips as she takes in his restrained form. "You are wearing far too much," she murmurs, then ducks, hiding her head behind Maeve's tit. 

[Maeve]

"People always wear too much," Maeve says sagely, nodding twice and stroking Shiori's head fondly. My Blossom. "Even when it's hot out!"

[Shisou]

"What did I miss, oh Bright one?"

[Maeve]

"The oh so very helpful druid that informed me you were napping in here neglected to mention why or with whom," Zevran answers instead. "So when I tried to peek in and see how you were doing..."

Maeve sniffs a little, cuddling Shiori closer. "Mortal women are very protective of their privacy," she justifies. "I wasn't about to let someone intrude on my Blossom's nap, not even Jass. Who you aren't anyway, even if you're as alike as brothers."

[Shisou]

"Oh," says Shiori, blushing a bit deeper. "Sorry, I... I forgot that I'd asked for him to be here when we... sealed the bargain. I appreciate his checking on me, and it would have been alright to wake me."

[Maeve]

"Oh." Maeve considers that a moment, then looks at Zevran curiously. "So I should let him go, I guess?"

"Holly if either of you insists," Zevran cuts in cheerily. "I can hang out here for a good log while. In fact, I be-leaf--" A vine snakes its way around to gag him.

"...are you sure you want him here?"

[Shisou]

"He's um. He's very.... talented," admits Shiori, beet red. 

[Maeve]

"Not at humor clearly," Maeve says wryly. She looks back down at Shiori, smiling fondly. "How're you feeling?" she asks, tone tender and, well, almost sappy.

[Shisou]

"Amazing," she sighs. "Truly amazing."