AleIvy week Day 1: Tender WorshipNSFW

The Divine Dragon Alear moans with contentment. "Ahhh... it feels good..."

Alear sits cross-legged on her bed in her nightgown, her two-tone hair flowing freely out behind her. Also behind her is her new girlfriend, the lovely Princess Ivy of Elusia, in a similar nightgown. Her fingers comb through Alear's hair reverently, stroking her newfound lover's head.

Alear leans her head back to meet Ivy's gaze. "You're quiet. Are you having fun?"

Ivy nods eagerly, smiling shyly at her girlfriend. "Yes! I'm having so much fun, Divine One! To think that I'd get to touch your beautiful hair like this..."

"You can just call me Alear, you know," Alear teases. She lays her head back in Ivy's lap, reaching up and caressing her cheek tenderly. "We're lovers now. We've had sex. You don't have to use my title."

As expected, being so blunt makes Ivy flush and fumble with her words. "Oh! Uh. Um... Yes. We sure have had, uhm, s-sex..."

"Hee hee! You're so cute when you get flustered like that." Letting her hand drop to her lap, Alear cocks her head to the side. "You know, though... I've been making a lot of the decisions in this relationship. Are you sure you're happy with everything? Isn't there something else you want?"

"Yes. Being with you makes me so happy, I can't want for anything else," Ivy mumbles, looking away. "Please don't look at me like that. Those enormous eyes are hard to resist."

Alear grabs hold of Ivy's chin, forcing her to look. "Come on, Ivy... I want to make you happy like you make me happy. I wanted to have someone stroke my hair, and you gave me that. I wanted someone to make me squirt, and you did it. What can I give you?"

"I'm not-" Ivy's mouth flaps for a moment, Alear's big eyes (and casual description of their earlier activities) having distracted its owner. "I... I don't need anything other than to make you happy."

Alear presses further, unsatisfied with this response. "What did you imagine having a lover would be like, back when you were thinking you'd never meet me? Back when you were thinking I'd never love you the way you loved me?"

"I didn't... think I'd ever have a lover," Ivy admits, her shoulders slumping. "I thought I was unlovable. I thought I would die alone. No woman would want me, and no man would be worth my time."

Alear pulls Ivy down to the bed beside her, the two girls stretching across the bed in opposite directions. Her unbreakable determination won't let Ivy go so easily. "Surely even so, you must have had fantasies. You must have had crushes. Had those thoughts about girls you saw. Yes?"

"Err... Well, yes..." Ivy says, suddenly guarded. "But they were very strange thoughts. I wouldn't want to waste the Divine Dragon's time with them."

"Ivy. Honey. I made you let me wrestle you to the bed. I made you pretend to be a serving-girl I'd taken an interest in."

Ivy's cheeks heat up again. "Uh, that... that was no burden, I-I assure..."

But despite Ivy's protests, Alear persists. "Tell me about your fantasies. I promise I won't judge you or be upset."

This finally gets Ivy to relent, at least for a moment. "... Back when we first met... After I fled, I..." She covers her face. "No! It's too embarrassing. I can't make you do this for me."

"I'll be the judge of that," Alear says, gently parting Ivy's hands. "Tell me. I'm already flattered you were so turned on by me when we first met!"

Emboldened by these words, Ivy continues on. "... That night, when I was... erm... being intimate by myself... I was thinking of... you treating me like a heretic. An unbeliever. And making me... um... 'worship'."

"You want to worship me?" Alear laughs, suddenly feeling a little flustered herself. "I don't know what I'd do, but if that's what makes you happy... It makes me feel good to be someone you want to worship."

"N-Not... not religiously. Not really," Ivy says hastily. "I'm sorry. I really don't know what to say, I've never done this before. Never told anyone about these thoughts..."

"Not religious worship? What kind of worship, then?" The concept is foreign to Alear - the only kind of worship she's ever known is the religious kind.

Ivy mumbles a word in a voice too small to understand. When prompted to repeat it, she finally squeaks out, "Your feet."

"What does worshipping someone's feet mean?" Alear asks, genuine curiosity in her voice. "Do you pray to them? Or..."

"It's more..." Ivy squirms in place, well out of her comfort zone. "K-Kissing... and licking... and sucking... and sometimes a little, um, sniffing, too..."

Alear curls her knees up against her chest, looking down at her own bare feet. She scrunches her toes, splays them out. "Huh... That sounds kind of nice, actually."

"Really?" The question is completely incredulous. Ivy looks totally lost. "You mean that?"

"Yeah. It sounds like it would feel nice. And, well..." Alear bites her lip at Ivy, grinning seductively. "I kind of like... you know, when you're vulnerable and submissive under me like that."

Ivy takes a pillow and covers her face. Something that might have been "me too" manages to get through the pillow.

Alear laughs, pulling her girlfriend into an upside-down hug. "Let's try it, okay? But this first time, let's just do it as you and me. As lovers. As girlfriends. Okay?"

Tossing the pillow aside, Ivy nods with a sheepish smile. "Okay."

It takes the two girls very little time to settle themselves at opposite ends of the Divine Dragon's luxurious bed. Alear lifts her legs up, placing her feet in Ivy's lap. "So... how does it start?"

"Um. I-I guess with some... kisses, and..." Ivy looks down at Alear's feet. Gingerly, as if holding a glass figurine, she lifts up one of Alear's legs, cradling Alear's ankle in her hands and kissing the pink sole with a delicate brush of her lips.

Alear can't help giggling. "That tickles, Ivy. My feet are sensitive, you know..."

"Sorry, I'll stop," Ivy says, hastily dropping Alear's foot back into her lap.

"No, nonono!" Reaching out, Alear tries to pull Ivy back to her intent. "I want you to keep going. I didn't say it didn't feel nice."

"Okay, I can't keep watching this train wreck, I think I have to say something now," Lyn says, leaping out of the Emblem Ring to settle on the bed by Ivy's side. For the moment, she wears a similar nightgown to the other two. "Ivy, you have to let yourself indulge a little bit. She's trying her best to appeal to you. But you have to let her, okay? She'll tell you if she needs you to stop or change or anything."

There's a stunned silence between the two lovers for a moment, then Ivy picks up a pillow and buries her face in it, slowly turning over to rest on her side.

"What in... Oh, Ivy, love, you forgot to take off the ring before bed." Alear can't stop her laughter. She covers her mouth, but it still spills out from underneath. "Hello, Emblem Lyn."

"I would like to die of embarrassment now," Ivy groans in deadpan. "Emblem Lyn, please take my head off."

"What? Oh, sorry, am I interrupting you two not getting off?" Lyn asks teasingly. "Don't be so ashamed. You're hardly the first to wear the Ring while engaged in curious sexual practices, and you won't be the last, I'm sure."

Stifling her giggles, Alear flips onto her belly, laying down next to Ivy so her head is level with the pillow Ivy is using to cover her face. "Ivy... Love. It's okay."

"One of the greatest heroes ever to live knows that I'm a freak," Ivy laments, muffled through a pout and the pillow. "My shame will be eternal. It will never be okay again."

"You're not the first person with a kink to wear my ring," Lyn says. She leans back on her hands and stretches her legs into the space Alear just left, curiously watching as Alear tries to console Ivy. "You're not even the first person with that kink to wear my ring. C'mon, people are into all kinds of things. You watch people for as long as I have and you start to realize that all that shame, all that prudishness, all that finger-wagging... it's all silly and wasteful. We're all a little weird, and that's what makes us special. And what makes us interesting to others! I mean, I've learned a thing or two through my wearers that I'm into."

"Like what?" Alear asks, looking back over her shoulder at Lyn.

Lyn shrugs. "Eating people whole and alive. When you have a kink for it, it's called vore."

A shiver runs up Alear's back as a familiar fantasy jumps into her mind, but she plays it off. "... Huh... I... didn't know people were into that."

"We are. Why, are you into it?" Lyn asks slyly. She misreads the shiver, though. "Has the mighty dragon been thinking about gobbling up the poor innocent princess?"

There's a faint squealing from underneath the pillow as Ivy's brain turns off and escapes through her mouth in gaseous form.

Alear flushes, scratching her cheek awkwardly. "Um... Maybe a little bit the other way around...?"

"Really, now?" Lyn asks, rolling onto her front and propping her chin up on her hands. Her legs kick up behind her idly. "Well, then... Maybe that's a solution that will help both of you."