Jonathan A Countyman
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Chapter Fifty-Seven Strange Meetings
🕑 Added 2023-07-05 17:57:02 +0000 UTCAmy wasn’t entirely sure why she was here. The conversation had long moved past anything she could contribute and she felt rather out of place. Especially given how much more experience everyone else in the room clearly had. Phillip was level 188, and Sierra the Guild Mistress wasn’t that far behind at level 169. All three members of the prospective evaluation team were nearing level fifty, and here she was under level twenty.
Her gaze landed on the guild mistress and once again naturally slipped between the other girl's legs. She couldn’t help it with how the Mistress sat so unguarded with her legs apart. Giving her a clear view of the painted patterns of her pussy. There was just something about the patterns painted on her pussy, like they could come alive at any moment. Green thorny vines seemed to wrap around and ensnare her sex. They even seemed to be pushing toward her pussy. It was rather fascinating. They even seem to pulse and vibrate with her every movement. Sometimes seeming to move on their own and even glimmer as the light shifted.
Suddenly fingers spread her pussy. Revealing how the pattern continued on the inside of her pussy and several spots on the vine blossomed into lovely flowers. In the same moment a voice said, “Liking what you see? Want to have some fun after the others leave?”
For a moment she just stared and then her face flushed red as she realized what that meant. Flustered, she looked away, and babbled out an incoherent mess.
As the guild mistress giggled. Phillip spoke up, “I don’t think she realized that staring for so long is considered an expression of desire.”
The mistress smiled, “I know, I was just teasing her.”
“Um, what?”
The mistress shifted, “Amy dear, we dark elves have somewhat different customs from what you are used to. We keep our pussies on display, so it’s okay to look. Just remember not to stare. During a conversation, look at my face, not my pussy.” She paused as a smile graced her lips. Amy wasn’t sure why but a shudder rippled down her spine. “I take it you like my pussy paint?”
Not sure what to say, she was silent for a moment before saying, “It's, um, well, very lifelike, and uh, exotic. Um, well.”
“I see. Care to have some of your own?”
Amy blinked, as her mind churned. Trying to come up with a response, but before she could so much as speak, she felt a cool breeze brush her bare sex. She blinked. Wait!!!? BARE SEX!!!?
She glanced down. Amy couldn’t believe it. Her skirt was raised and pinned just below her chest and her panties were gone. The guild mistress already had several paints out and a few sketches. “Hmm, you have a very nice pussy. I can think of a few good painting schemes for it.”
Amy flushed red and then glanced up with fear at all the men in the room. One of them, Richard, was openly staring. Micheal had looked away. Phillip had an exasperated look on his face but wasn’t looking at her. No, he was looking at the Guild Mistress.
Amy found her voice, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE ARE!...”
She was cut off, “It's only your pussy. Stop being a baby. It’s not like I exposed your breasts.”
Her mind sputtered and then someone sighed, “Again? First you do this to me, and now her?”
Amy glanced over at the dwarf girl Delilah. “Huh?”
Delilah hiked up her skirt carefully and revealed she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy had been painted as well but the skirt dropped before she could fully make out a pattern.
Suddenly a few sketched patterns were pressed into her face. “So which one do you like?”
Amy didn’t say. As her face grew hot. Idly she noticed Phillip pick Richard up with one hand and carry him out of the room. Micheal followed as Richard protested. “Hey put me down. I want to see!”
She didn’t hear a reply. As Phillip closed the door behind him.
“If you can’t pick one. I’ll pick a pattern for you.”
Looking for help, she glanced at Delilah who sighed, “I’m afraid she will. Go ahead and pick whatever one you like. I kinda wish I had picked one.”
Amy glanced back to the sketches and then pointed at the one with flowers. That one seemed safe.
Sierra smiled, “Yeah I like that one. It will suit you really well.”
Next thing she knew, Sierra's brush touched her skin. Yet she didn’t feel a thing. If she hadn’t been looking, she would not have known someone was painting her pussy. In moments her labia began to look like a bed of flowers and Sierra spread her sex to paint her inner labia.
The moment the last brush stroke was finished. A blue box bloomed in her vision.
Congrats! Your pussy has been successfully painted!
Body paint: Pussy has been bonded
Archetype: A Lily’s Fertile Field
Equipment slot: Panties have been locked. (120 hours)
For the next 120 hours the following effects will be in place:
All magic skills will have 50 percent boost in effect
All magic skills will have a 20 percent reduction in cost
Magic Skill gain improved by 25 percent
Fertility with females boosted to normal levels
Fertility with males reduced to zero
When your pussy is exposed all seduction based skills are treated as two ranks higher
Seduction skills gain double growth rate
Sex skills gain a double growth rate
She stared at the screen for a moment and then started, “Um...”
Sierra smiled, “Ah! Let me guess, didn’t expect to see the system telling you that my artwork came with bonuses did you?”
Amy nodded, her face still quite red.
“Part of that is my skills, but I use some very special paints for this too. I make them myself. Now the pattern you have has a few bonuses and takes up your panty slot. You won’t be able to equip panties till it fades. If you really like it I can also reapply it for you later.”
Gesturing at the window, “So, um. What does all this mean? How does a simple pattern do all that?”
Sierra’s face lit up, “Oh? Need a primer on body painting? Body painting is a powerful art, if you have the right skills and materials. The most critical of which are a magically conducive liquid and a binding agent. The pattern drawn matters as well. Otherwise all you get is simple art, which while attractive, isn’t practical.
“Body painting is a common art where I am from. More specifically pussy painting. Most girls learn how to paint their pussies from their mothers. Not only does a well-chosen pattern make your pussy look cuter, it comes with powerful boons at the cost of the useless panty slot. In the case of the pattern you picked, it comes with a boost to magic skills, seduction and sex. Along with a flipping of your fertility. Also it’s not mentioned, but while your fertility is flipped any spells, potions, blessings or the like that affect fertility will alter only your fertility with girls.”
Amy nodded along while wondering why she had to pick this one. She made a mental note to avoid doing anything that involved sex or seduction. The only thing she could use was the boost to magic. Why would she need her fertility flipped anyway?
“The materials and skill involved in creating a pattern are important. As they determine how strong a pattern is. Anyway the one you picked is one of my more popular patterns. Plenty of ladies love it. Both here and back home. I normally charge about five gold for it, but this time I did it for free as a demonstration. I also taught my daughter how to do it, so she can also reapply it if you want. She just lacks my touch and skill. So the effects and duration will be somewhat reduced. Oh and the materials can be a bit difficult to properly blend and prepare. So it will still be a little pricey. One more thing, body painting is a subset of enchanting and has limitations because of this.”
“I um, uh, see.” looking down, she noted it did kinda look cute and then a thought occurred to her. She somehow grew hotter as her flush deepened. Aidera would love this. She had been pushing her to go nude, and now here she was, no longer able to wear panties. At least for the next five days.
Delilah interjected, “As much fun as this has been. We do have a quest to discuss. Can we get back to that?”
Sierra glanced at the door, while Amy adjusted her clothes. “The boys have left but I think we got most of that covered.”
Amy gave her a look while Delilah said, “They left to give Amy a little privacy. Should I go fetch them?”
Actually, there is something else I would like to discuss.
They both shifted, and Amy asked, “What do you want to discuss?”
“How familiar are you two with Dark Elf customs?”
They shared a look and then glanced back. “Um, neither of us are Dark Elves and I am not sure what that has to do with anything.”
She smiled, “My daughter has reached the age of fertility. There is a special moon coming up and a special celebration that must be conducted. If she is to have children of her own, she must conceive a child during the ritual as well. I’d like the both of you to attend and don’t worry about being the one to knock her up. I won’t hold you to any responsibilities.”
Amy just stared. She didn’t know what to think.
Delilah on the other hand asked something, “Why must she conceive a child in this ritual?”
Sierra sighed, “It’s a long story. There is some magic behind the why, but the short of it is. That we Dark Elves must conceive a child during the moon of our birth upon reaching the age of fertility or we will be infertile later in life. In case you are wondering. No, my daughter won’t be caring for her child. She is too young. Rather, I’ll be raising her, as is custom.”
That sounded a little messed up and left her wondering. What the full story behind that was. Some kind of curse? It sure sounded like it.
Comments
Jonathan A Countyman
Oh they are more than old enough. Elves just have a different idea on how old you need to be to be a parent.
Joshua Kerr
Dark elf customs get explained a bit here, which is nice. However I have a bit of "ICK" around the idea of a person too young to raise a child having to get pregante. Even if the reasons are sound in world and add a bit of depth to dark elves as a race, it's still a fiction and you as the author should take care how you present things. I'm just giving a warning that some people will find that hard to tolerate during reading.
