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"Hmmm...did you see this elf's penis even though you didn't draw it? Was he not comfortable with outsiders seeing a drawing of it?" Cysma then looked to another painting catching his attention. "Wow...this woman is beautiful...would you tell me who she is?"

(I'll let you describe the painting in question)
 
"I see everything on every model," Sherrilyn said, nodding his head at him. They have to move into the spot, we have to move the plants to the right place. Or whatever is hiding them. I get close. But I don't have sex with all of them. And the ones that are covered do it just so I can sell it other places. The Nakazuri don't care if I see," she then turned her attention to the female who was completely naked, out in the forest. She was laying on a rock with her hand in the water. She tilted her head as she tried to remember who she was. "Alexion," she said after a moment.
 
"Alexion..." He repeated. "Is she from around here? Would you know where I might find her?" He asked. He also looked to see if there were any attractive females that were covered, he almost didn't notice someone coming into her studio.
 
Sherrilyn stared at him for a moment before nodding her head. "She has a shop down the street," she said, nodding her head at him. "She sells pottery."

"There you are, Cysma!" Cici said as she walked into the shop, completely naked. She was getting used to being naked all the time. "Jorja is looking for you. She is going to leave you."
 
"Oh! Cici!" Cysma exclaimed, looking to the catgirl's body. "Say, Cici, what do you make of this?" He asked, pointing to the outdoor painting of the male elf whose penis was hidden by one of the leaves.

"I'd also better get going." He said, heading back outside. "Jorja! I need to buy some storage pots before we leave." He told her.
 
"What are you honestly going to carry them around?" Jorja asked, raising her eyebrows at him and rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Outsiders.... "Well, hurry up. I want to leave."

Cici walked into the shop and tilted her head to the side at the painting. "Oooh..he's very cute..."

Sherrilyn had to agree with Jorja. She knew how outsiders reacted to these people. "He is a few blocks away. He's a glass blower, so he's probably covered with an apron to protect his body."
 
"I'm going to buy a wagon and horses to pull it. Makes things easier for travel." Cysma said. He went into the pottery store and waited for its owner to show up.

If Jorja didn't follow Cysma, she would run into Zayle, who had befriended her earlier.
 
(Do you want to play out a scene between Zayle and Jorja?)

Jorja sighed softly as she leaned against the wall of one of the shops. She crossed her arms under her breasts as she waited for the silly man.

"Did you see his penis?" Cici asked curiously and Sherrilyn could only grin and giggle softly.

"Oh, it was a fine penis. I wish I had gotten it hard for me," Sherrilyn said, smiling at the girl. Cici's breasts tightened up slightly and her nipples got hard.
 
(Of course)

Zayle approached Jorja when he noticed her, looking her over. "Jorja, is that you? I've never seen you like this before..." The two of them met before, but never when she was fully charged with magic.
 
Jorja opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her features. "Oh, Zayle!" she said, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "I haven't seen you in forever! I just arrived to town. Well, yesterday," she said, nodding her head, then frowned. "Unfortunately, I am about to leave once my traveling partner finishes his business," she said with a small roll of her eyes. "Outsider," she explained.


((Well do Cysma's scene, and then Cici's scene))
 
(All right.)

Zayle smiled warmly at Jorja. "Also, I have a question for you. You're good with magic, right? Well, I was wondering if you could figure out the meaning of my marking..."

Cysma, meanwhile, was looking at the pots on display while he waited for Alexion to show up.
 
"Sure," she said, grinning and nodding her head at him. "Where is it, hon?" she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

Hearing someone outside her shop, Alexion came out of the back, her hands covered with wet clay. "Hello there," she said, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. There was some dried clay on her naked breasts. She was a tall drow, her skin dark as night, her hair white as light. She blinked hazel eyes at him. Her legs were long and lean. The clay stood out on her skin. There were spots that covered her a bit.
 
Cysma smiled to see the female drow, looking to her nude body curiously and admiringly. "Hey, I saw a painting of you by the artist Sherrilyn." He said. "Anyways, I came here to buy some pots. Looking for ones that can store food..."

"Well," Zayle blushed. "This is really unusual, but it's on my penis." He said to Jorja.
 
Alexion laughed softly and pointed over to her food storage pots. "They can carry water too," Since they were lined with animal hide. "That picture...was very fun. Sherrilyn had the idea for her to be able to sell it in other cities, that my breasts be covered with clay. There is a little pot between my legs.

Jorja blinked as she looked down at his penis. "Do you want to go somewhere private? Back to my room at the hotel." Because, as a mage that needed sex, she came to like it, a lot and knew that this was going to turn intimate.
 
"Really..." Cysma said, looking to Alexion's body. "I was hoping that I would be able to see your nipples and your pussy there...you wouldn't let me see them, would you?"

"Why would we need to go somewhere private?" Zayle asked Jorja. "You saw my penis when we met before, didn't you?"
 
Alexion raised her eyebrows a little bit and glanced down at her breasts. She was used to outsiders, so she had no real problem showing him. She nodded her head. "Let me wash," she said as she went back into the back and washed off the clay carefully. She came back and walked around the counter. She turned in a slow circle for him with a grin.


Jorja looked at him and rolled his eyes. "I may want to regenerate my magic again before I leave," she said, blinking innocently at him.
 
Cysma's eyes widened as he looked to her, her breasts and pussy in his full sight. "Wow...you're gorgeous..." He said, becoming quite aroused at the sight of Alexion. "I...I wish I could bed you...perhaps as a way of paying you for some pottery..."

Zayle nodded slightly, but still looked confused. "And how do you recharge your magic, exactly?"
 
"I live upstairs," she said, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Unfortunately, I need the money. I can't run a shop without money, you know," she said and couldn't help but smile. "But I would like to bed you regardless."


Jorja blinked at him and shrugged lightly. "Sex," she said simply.
 
"You...you do?" Cysma asked, surprised. "I would be willing to pay you, but what do you see in me?" He asked.

"Really?" Zayle said. "Well, let's go back and see what's the matter with me first, Jorja."
 
"You are cute. Sexy. Well endowed," she said, glancing down at his dick with a small smile. "And I haven't had sex in a while...kind of horny now.."

Jorja laughed and nodded her head. "OKay," she said, grabbing his hand. She yelled into the pottery shop that she would be at the hotel.
 
"Oh..." Cysma blushed at the bulge in his tunic shorts. "Well, is customer satisfaction guaranteed at your store? If I were to be with you, I'd be a satisfied customer..."

As the two elves made it back to the hotel, Zayle sat down on a chair, opening his legs. "So Jorja...what is the significance of my marking?"
 
Alexion smiled at him and crooked her finger at him as she turned around to go up the stairs behind the counter. Her ass swayed seductively at him.

Jorja smiled as she got down on her knees in front of him and looked at the mark on his dick. But she wasn't just looking at the mark, she was looking at his balls and his dick. She reached out to lightly brush her fingers over the mark. "Looks like a mating mark."
 
Cyris smiled gleefully and followed the drow upstairs. "I'll bet the outsiders desire this sort of thing from you all the time..."

Zayle watched as Jorja examined him, listening to anything she might have had to say. "A mating mark? What is that, exactly?"
 
"Pretty much. Not many outsiders so often though," Alexion whispered as she moved to lay down on the bed and spread her legs for him. "Will you lick me?" she whispered.

Jorja nodded her head at him. "Something will happen when you mate with your soulmate," she said, nodding her head. "It's different for everyone."
 
"Well, that would explain its location, I suppose." Zayle said. "But who could my soulmate be, I wonder? And would being with anyone else have adverse effects?"

"Hmm...Kristy asked the same thing." Cysma said, referring to Alexion wanting to be licked. "Where, exactly?" He asked, looking to her chest and groin as she lay on her bed.
 
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