The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Maeve]

Maeve blushes a little, her smile widening to a grin. "Yeah?" she asks, absolutely not preening. She's a plant-lady, not a bird. "Go on."

[Shisou]

"I've never enjoyed sex even half that much in my entire life. I love you."

[Zevran]

I feel like I should object, just out of principal. Of course, I do realize that this is likely her first time having any sexual pleasure in a female body, which is a huge factor. Plus Maeve is a divine nymph. Besides, that would be petty.

And I'm still gagged.

[Maeve]

"Blossom," Maeve murmurs, pulling Shiori upwards for a long, sensual kiss. My Blossom. You are treasured, My Blossom. You are Home. Eventually, she pulls back with a sigh, nestling Shiori in the crook of her neck. "You're very distracting, very tempting," she scolds her even less than half-heartedly.

[Shisou]

She hesitates. "I sense a but...?"

[Maeve]

"You never actually got around to that part of me this morning," Maeve replies with a straight face. A second later, she winks. "No but, Blossom. I've no hurry, no pressing business save you. Well." She wrinkles her nose and glances at Zevran, who waggles his eyebrows.

[Shisou]

"Then," she says eagerly, "can we go again? All three of us? I want to know if I'm ruined for mortal men forever now that I've known your touch, Brightness."

[Maeve]

Maeve hums softly, studying Zevran for a moment. The merikos drow's expression smooths out, the playfulness dropping in order to allow her to really see him. After a moment, the gag drops away and she chuckles. "Not sure if I could deny you anything right now, my Blossom," she murmurs, gazing at Shiori with deep fondness. "Presuming that you're wil--"

"Happily, eagerly and with great appreciation," Zevran says firmly and without hesitation, his gaze not on the divinely attractive Maeve but instead inspecting Shiori's new body with frank approval. 

[Shisou]

"Thank you," says Shiori, happily. "Then, how would you like me to arrange myself, Brightness?"

[Maeve]

Maeve hums, sensing that what Shiori wants is for her to decided and so not returning the question instead. But then again, you're no the only one involved anymore... "What're your thoughts?" she asks Zevran instead.

"If no-one objects, I would love to discover what... Shiori?" Zevran hesitates a moment, then flashes a grateful smile when Maeve nods to confirm the name, "what Shiori tastes like now."

Grinning, Maeve informs him, "she tastes wonderful, good choice. Alright, how about..." Maeve rises to her feet, Shiori cradled in her arms, and moves towards Zevran. The merikos drow, still bound, is twisted around so he's hovering in the air a few feet up with his head facing them. Maeve then sets Shiori down so her ass is against his chest and her cunt right over his mouth. Eyes bright and filled with desire, Maeve then steps up so her own cunt is easily in reach of her Blossom. As if sensing everyone is in place, Zevran wastes no time before burying his face in between Shiori's thighs. His tongue swipes upwards, twisting as it goes, then swirls around her new clit. He moans hungrily, then begins to lap and kiss at her folds with adoring, almost reverent lust. 

[Shisou]

Shiori, well used to what is being asked of her, readily steps up to the plate and complies: she dives right in, licking and sucking at Maeve's clit. What she's not expecting is how good it feels that Zevran is doing the same to her. She keeps pausing in her ministrations to breathe deeply, moan, shudder, whine. This makes her work all the more erratic and unpredictable -- and thus all the more teasing and frustrating, in the best of ways.

[Maeve]

Crooning softly, Maeve pets and strokes Shiori's hair, a soft patter of praise and approval falling from her lips. A few minutes in, shortly after Shiori's first orgasm, Maeve must have freed Zevran's hands as she feels a second set grip her hips. He adjusts her position slightly, changing the angle so he can penetrate her more deeply with his tongue, then slides his hands up to play with her breasts. 

With a groan, Maeve lets her head fall back as waves of pleasure wrack her body. Panting, she pulls Shiori's head away from her cunt and sinks to her knees. She still has to lean down some to kiss Shiori, but the nymph doesn't seem to mind the effort in the slightest. "Cock?" she mutters into her Blossom's mouth, unwilling to break off the kiss for more than a split second.

[Shisou]

"Yes, please," she whimpers, pulling back only far enough to catch her breath. 

[Zevran]

Some swift rearranging ends up with Zevran sitting upright, with his legs held out straight by vines. Shiori is sitting in his lap, his cock teasingly between her legs and pressed against her slit without entering her at all, and her arms around his neck. While not especially tall, Zevran seems to find the three inches of torso Shiori had lost in her shift to be fascinating, and seems intent on exploring every single way that this changes how them kissing can feel. 

Or perhaps that's just an excuse to kiss her. A lot. Also kissing her is Maeve, though she's trailing soft, lingering kisses across her shoulders and down her back, accompanied by countless strokes and caresses. 

[Shisou]

Shiori whimpers, resting her head against Zevran's shoulder. "I want you inside me," she whines, blushing. "Do you have a... a?"