The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

The flood of emotion knocks Shiori over the edge in two ways simultaneously; she jerks and screams as she cums, squished between the two bodies, but a stream of tears flood down her face as well, her heart overflowing with compassion and love. It will never be like this again, not with any mortal. This is sacred, holy. No mortal could ever compare. 

[NPCs]

A few minutes later finds the three of them gasping for breath and covered in sweat. The two mortals are exhausted, their muscles aching sweetly and their bodies contentedly limp. Maeve recovers within seconds and gently lifts them both up. A moment later, they feel warm, bubbling water enveloping them as the giant nymph sits down in a natural hotspring with the pair curled against her breast. 

[Shisou]

Shiori lets out a soft whimper and a sigh, cuddling up to Maeve. 

[Maeve]

"Just cuddles," Maeve orders sternly, though she's got a smile on her lips. Then she yelps, the tail of it strangling into a gasp, and she glares at an innocent looking Zevran. "That goes for you too, even your t-t-toes." She shivers a little, then hefts the pair up a little higher so they're each resting against a breast as they're squished to each other in her cleavage. 

[Shisou]

"I love you," sighs Shiori. "I don't ever want to leave."

[Zevran]

Oh dear. This I have seen before and... "Have you thought about what you wish to do with your hair?" Zevran asks out of nowhere, reaching out to lift a green-black curl. "It's utterly gorgeous, by the way, though currently in dire need of a washing. Your old styles, however, will very much not do anymore."

[Shisou]

"My... hair?" she asks, hesitantly. "I... I hadn't thought of it, no. I suppose... can't I just let it hang loose like Brightness Maeve does?"

[Zevran]

"You could," Zevran says, making the dubious quality of the idea clear in his tone. Come on, Shiori, take the bait. Try and stir your thoughts a little.

[Shisou]

"Although... I've never had hair long enough to braid before," she says, sounding a little dubious. "Perhaps... perhaps a long fat braid, coiled into a bun? That would look... befitting as a regent, I suppose."

[Zevran]

"Coquette can do a very fine four-strand braid. Do Toukaimis wear ribbon in their hair? OR other ornaments? Bells, pins, shells, wire or whatnot?"

[Shisou]

"There are fine combs, and I've seen small pins with elaborate ends as well. And some ribbons."

[Zevran]

"Shiny black ribbons, velvet perhaps, or a dark, deep scarlet." Zevran hums softly, running his fingers through Shiori's hair. "What kind of combs?"

[Shisou]

"They are often plated in gold or silver, with jewels or elaborate carvings -- perhaps flowers or vines, for me?" 

[Zevran]

"I would think something 'tree' would be more suitable," Zevran remarks, now gently massaging Shiori's scalp with his fingertips. "But also perhaps something that pays respect towards your past as well?"

[Shisou]

"My... past? Why would I want anything to do with my past?"