The thrill of victory ran up her spine and Xiara gave the dark elf a smile. "Good. Now the first thing you need to do is learn how to manage your gift. You're no use to me if you don't get some rest." Her root-like appendages wrapped around the dark elf. "You'll want to not wear clothing as much as possible. You will find that when you wear them, you'll always be a little uncomfortable. Even in the middle of a forest. Clothes are like scratchy background. " Her hands glide and pull against the dark elf's clothing. "I also don't believe I have gotten your name yet."
The woman frowned.
"Nebe Sissan..." She said shortly, introducing herself. "You do know that clothes serve to keep us warm?" She asked, her voice full of snark. "Me getting cold and getting ill, would rather distract then help..."
Zimara chuckled at the elf's reaction. “I am a goddess of winter, my dear, it's only natural that my body might be a bit on the cold side... but that is not important right now.” The goddess' hands moved to the elf's ample bust and started fondling her large breasts through her clothes. “Odd as it may seem, there are two things that empower me: seduction and sexual acts. The more my followers seduce others or perform sexual acts – or better yet, both at the same time – the stronger I become. For someone with your looks it should not be a problem to seduce people and convert them to my worship... and if you want I can give you the Blessing of Beauty, to make you even more beautiful and alluring...” As she kept whispering in the elf's ear one of Zimara's hands moved down to Alea's crotch and started rubbing her pussy through her clothes, just like she had done the first time the two had met; her other hand continued playing with the elf's large breasts. “Before I say more I want to hear your story – who you are and how you ended up here. And this time I won't take 'no' for an answer – you already know more about me than any other mortal, so it is only fair that I learn more about you, my dear.” As she finished talking Zimara kissed Alea's neck, then lightly bit it – not enough to cause any real damage, but enough for the elf to feel a little bit of pain.
Alea yelped as she felt woman's cold hands on her breasts.
"Really, how come goddess of winter has reuires such warm worship? Shouldn't you be, like, cold etheral and hearthless?" Alea asked, then screamed as Zimmara slipped her fingers into her snatch. "Ah! Cold, cold, cold!" She grabbed the goddess hand, stopping it.
"Alrgiht, alright! I will share my story, but stop!" She spoke quickly.
She was doing some impressive work for what she could achieve. While he aimed for perfection with a lot, maybe now it would be time to take a proper presence, a little earlier than he planned but….
He made sure to shift when she wasn’t properly looking into the form she had had met him in with as he approached behind her.
“…Diana?.” He kept his voice low, not making full eye contact as if thinking to himself.
The young woman quickly turned on her heel and faced the dark god.
"Hiii!" She squeled in an undignified manner.... youthfully.
"You-!" She started her face burning. "You came!" She took a step forward, wanting to throw herself on the man, but hesitating...
She stands up, snatches the bottle of liqour from his hands and keeps it out of his reach.
"Are you imagining a tall, busty, raven haired women keeping you from your liqour? Is it not worth to investigate some more, before you leave the trail of small breadcrumbs that you just found? It's better than strolling into a dead forest..."
"Or, I am sleeping in my bed with bottle tugged to my chest!" He snapped at the goddess. "Why can't I dream of beautiful goblin girl, and a romantic night with her... no, it has to be a slutty human female in heat, speaking in riddles." He turned to her. "What's next, I will hear - the stereotypes of raping goblins?" He spoke quickly as he move to the cabinet with alcohol... ignoring the dark goddess...
"Oh, my poor girl..." Vailar feigns sympathy, holding the woman tight. "With what's been done to you, there's only one truly fair response - I will change you to look exactly like your sister, and give her your body. Let her know what it's like to be ugly and humiliated, while you bask in the glory of your beauty. But of course, she can't be allowed to stay here once you take her place." Vailar strokes her hair. "I would accommodate her in my realm - you wouldn't have to worry about her. Perhaps... If 'Kallista' were to throw herself from the top of the temple, it would allow you, as Artemisia, to go unquestioned."
As Vailar spoke, Kallista moved closer into her hug, into the embrace of dark goddess...
What Vailar proposed was doable... it just required some work. First moving the curse - that would be taxing, but doable. Changing the appearances - easy. Removing Kallista's sister - also easy. Taking the soul to her realm, no that, was challenging. Only Vailar's followers could enter Vailar's Palace. To take the soul of sister, she would need to be a follower... or somehow trick her... all that while keeping the resident goddess unaware of what was going on...
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