Chapter 351: Date with a Priestess

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Chapter 351: Date with a Priestess “Is this really what you want to do?” “Of course,” Eir replied, a serene smile on her lovely face. “If you’re sure,” Jay shrugged with a little uncertainty. “This just doesn’t seem like it would be much of a fun activity for you.” “This is something I’ve wanted since we first met,” Eir assured her. “Well, one of many things, but I did hope that this would be possible at some point. I’m glad we finally have the opportunity.” Jay turned her head to ask Eir what else she’d been hoping for, but before she could she received a gentle rebuke. “Please don’t move,” Irene admonished. “Talking is fine, but you must maintain that pose for a while longer.” “Right, sorry,” Jay murmured as she resumed the specific positioning she’d been instructed to hold. “How long do I have to be like this?” “Not too much longer, dear,” the older high priestess assured her as she continued to sketch on her canvas. “We can take a break in a few minutes.” It was a little boring to have her portrait painted, but if it was what Eir wanted, Jadis was willing to do it for her. Well, it wasn’t all that bad. Quiet and subdued, really. After the previous night’s debauchery with Kerr, Jadis could use a little subdued relaxation. The dancers had been amazing, and her night alone with Kerr in the big bed had been a scene. Kerr’s screams of pleasure had probably kept half the temple awake. But a little reprieve from the intensity to do something calming was appreciated. Of course, now Jadis was thinking about bringing Eir to the Bounding Buck, which was a delightful bit of mental imagery but not a thought that was going to help keep herself calm. Glancing over at where Eir sat behind and to the side of Irene, Jadis couldn’t help but smile. Her elven lover was such a strange person. Most of the time she was demure and refined, a perfect example of the meek yet noble priestess. But other times, particularly when they were in bed, she was a wanton slut with a penchant for both being a sub and a dom, depending on the situation. Today, Eir was being the perfect angel. With how modest she looked sitting there in her white robes, one would be hard pressed to imagine that she’d ever even heard of the word sex, much less anything of a lewder nature. Of course, that was only if one didn’t know her the way Jadis knew her. Jadis had no trouble imaging Eir’s proclivities at all, especially not with the reminder from that morning. Waking up to find an elf sucking one of her cocks had definitely been a highlight in Jadis’ second life. “What are your parents like?” Jay asked in an attempt to distract herself from wandering down another inappropriate line of thought. “My parents?” Eir blinked as though she were taken off guard. “Yeah,” Syd said as she shifted slightly in place, drawing a look from Irene. “I’m going to meet them at this ball, which I’m looking forward to, but what can you tell me about them ahead of time? Anything I should know?” “I’m not sure where I should start,” Eir let out a soft laugh, looking genuinely at a loss for words. “What would you want to know?” “How about their names?” Jay asked. “That seems like a pretty good place to start.” “You also said that they are nobles?” Dys added. “What’s all that about?” Eir shifted in her chair, her serene aura slightly disturbed though she quickly recovered. Jadis wasn’t yet sure why, but she got the impression that Eir didn’t like talking about her parents. Was she not on good terms with them? She didn’t think that was the case, but there was definitely something off in the way Eir was reacting. If the topic was truly a sensitive one, then having a conversation about it when another person, namely High Priestess Irene, was in the room was probably a bad idea. Jadis was just about to tell Eir to forget it and change the subject when Eir began speaking again. “My father’s name is Einar Aedraheill, and my mother’s name is Svana. My father inherited the title of Margrave from his father thirty years ago. His territory, Aedraland, is on the southwestern coast. It is not a particularly large territory, but it is peaceful and well-kept. Aedraland is known for its glassworkers and many of the stained-glass windows you see in Eldingholt were actually made by skilled artisans who live in my father’s territory.” Eir’s description was certainly... informative, if a bit dry. Jadis got the feeling that this was the kind of explanation that a visitor would get from the pamphlets handed out in the visitor center for Aedraland, though. Jadis had hoped for something a little more telling. Searching for a question that she hoped would give her more of what she wanted without stepping on anything too sensitive, she settled on a question she’d heard her own mother ask in similar, get-to-know-you kind of situations. “What food does your dad hate?” “What?” Eir squeaked. “What food doesn’t he like?” Syd asked again. “What does he never eat? Like, I hate pears. Not even sure why. I just can’t stand them.” The last was addressed to Eir, who looked immediately guilty at Jadis’ raised eyebrows. “More paintings?” Jay asked. “How many more portraits of me do you need? I like seeing my face as much as anyone, but a whole collection of portraits seems a bit extravagant, doesn’t it?” “These would not be portraits per se...” Eir explained, her eyes not meeting Jadis’ gaze. “They would be for my... personal consumption. Not for public display. And they should be much quicker to make.” Eir picked up a leatherbound book from a nearby table. It was large in the short elf’s hands, but really it was about a foot and a half on each side. “Personal consumption?” Syd repeated. “What kind of paintings are these supposed to be?” “...The kind where you remove your clothing for them?” Jadis stared at Eir, the request so utterly unexpected that her brain stopped working for a minute. While it was pretty much impossible to tell when Eir was blushing due to the color of her skin, Jadis was certain that the priestess was even more embarrassed than Severina had been the previous night. “Shall I give you two some time to discuss?” Irene asked, a bemused expression on her face. “I hadn’t realized that you hadn’t gone over this part of your request with Jadis already, young Eir.” “No, no,” Jay stopped the high priestess from leaving. “I’m happy to model for Eir if she want’s some more... personal material to keep for herself. Just—just tell me where to stand and what to remove.” “Lovely,” Irene’s smile shined. “Why don’t you strip off your shirts for now. We’ll start there and proceed however you feel after.” “Okay,” Syd grinned, shaking her head at the turn the day had taken. “Shirtless it is.” As Jadis removed the clothing from her upper bodies, she made her own request. “If I’m doing this, I want a few portraits of you, too,” Syd pointed a finger at Eir. “Maybe we can even do one or two where we are together?” “A splendid idea,” Irene beamed. “The portrait I did of Eir is one of my favorites. She has such an alluring look to her; the canvas simply adores her. The two of you together will be a masterpiece, I’m quite certain of that.” And so Jadis and Eir’s date went on for several hours in that fashion until, sometime around dinner, Aila found them still in Irene’s workshop. The position that she found them in would have been embarrassing if it had been anyone else, but Aila had seen Jadis holding Eir in far, far more obscene ways on a regular basis, so there wasn’t too much shock to go around. “I’m sorry to interrupt...” Aila spoke with some uncertainty in her tone, no doubt at least somewhat confused by the scene. “I was hoping I could talk to Jadis for a moment?” “Of course, dear,” Irene said as she quickly finished her sketch. “I have this pose down now. Jay, why don’t you Eir’s leg up like that—no, I can see her vulva when you lift her knee that high. We want to tease the viewer, not reveal everything in one go. A little lower—yes, yes, that will do nicely. Dys, Syd, you two can take a moment. This will be a beautiful duo portrait.” Breaking away from her Eir and her other self, Dys and Syd walked over to the door where Aila stood. Seeing her redheaded lover always brought a smile to Jadis’ faces, but Aila’s expression gave her some pause. She looked worried, her bottom lip chewed between her teeth, and Jadis noticed that she had a letter in one hand. “What’s wrong?” Dys asked, coming to a stop before her lover and putting one fist on her bare hip. “Did something happen with the princes? Or was there some other news from Vraekae?” Aila shook her head, brushing the concerns away. “No, nothing like that,” Aila tilted her head to one side. “I—I’m sorry to bring this up right now, I know you’re on your date with Eir and I don’t want to interrupt, but I’m afraid we won’t have much time to prepare unless I bring this up now.” “Why, what happened?” Dys repeated, her concern growing. “Fill me in, Blue. Whatever it is, I’m sure we can overcome it.” “I hope so,” Aila’s shoulders heaved in a heavy sigh. “Jadis, my parents are coming. They want to meet us. And by us, I mean you and the rest of your lovers.” For a second time that day, Jadis’ brain froze. When it finally started working again, she said what was probably the dumbest thing she’d uttered. Ever. “More parents?”

Chapter 351: Date with a Priestess

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