<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis nodded. “I got it.” She was not particularly fan of whatever deities Nuria drew her flames from, but if it was important to Nuria she would help. The surprise caress of her chin froze Phelypsis' face in place. Her eyes stared back at the Godlike, quivering. Phelypsis had no idea why Nuria was getting so handsy all of a sudden. Was it perhaps…  They were planning on naughty things weren’t they?! Her face took on a color few shades deeper red as Phelypsis started to come to the realization that a painting ritual might involve something else than just that. She had kind of thought of it from the beginning, but to have her suspicions confirmed put that imagination back into full throttle. Walking with Ayca leading them was a little embarrassing when she made such a show of leading them downstairs. Everyone probably knew what they were going to do down there. It was kind of thrilling to have them know. Phelypsis lips curled to a smug little smile that she quickly hid.<br/><br/>The nipple stiffening chilly the cellar air did nothing to cool down anyone’s panties or emotions. Phelypsis’ felt hers push against the breastplates of the valkyrie costume right after she stepped in after the other two. Her eyes wandered down to where Nuria led them when she showed off her body. Phelypsis had seen it many times. Nuria had seen hers as well, but they had not shared that many intimate moments in the field. Things always had a habit of coming between the Delvers and Phelypsis wasn’t the type to dare suggest anything outside of quests.<br/><br/>Phelypsis blinked when her nose was marked. Her ears flapped up in reflex. She followed downstairs, laying the paint and chalk on a surface and taking a step back to listen. The way Nuria put things was always so bombastic and sexy, enviably so. Phelypsis could already feel herself getting a bit hot at the thought of those favors. “Three each?” she blurted out, ears immediately burning red when the barbarian realized how greedy she must have sounded.<br/><br/>Big demon eyes looked back up from the fists fidgeting with the hem of her loincloth when Nuria began undressing. Despite being so fierce she had such a gentle ‘little’ woman’s body, though a bit more toned one than Sydney’s or Lorelei’s. The new addition drew Phelypsis’ gaze to Nuria’s breasts and her hand to hover above her own. Those must have hurt, but did they feel good or something? Or maybe Nuria just liked the look. Nuria’s finger beckoned her attention back up to those intimidating twin braziers. The challenge made Phelypsis swallow and lose a bit of her confidence. She had thought of maybe asking for a grope, or a little caressing down there or maybe even...  Well, Phelypsis had coined the thought of having Nuria maybe lick her a bit, but how lewd a thing should she come up with if it had to specifically meet<em>Nuria's</em>great standards? Something like a tentacle fuck? Phelypsis had not caught any of their enemies in a jar yet, and beside if it was tentacle it wouldn't be a request to Nuria. She could feel the stress building up. Maybe just let Ayca go first. Phelypsis could match that, no, she could top that.<em>Yes. Good plan. Let Ayca go first and then I ask something much bigger. Hah! I will win.</em>Phelypsis' face couldn't really stretch to a sly grin, but there was a bit of smugness to it. It was clear that she thought she had come up with something clever just now.<br/><br/>After Ayca moved Phelypsis took an awkward big crab step towards Nuria. As if sensing the presence of a competition in this Phelypsis’ hands went for the can and grabbed it before Ayca could. “Oh…  ops, sorry. You can take some too of course. I mean, we paint together, right?” Phelypsis apologized. She pried open the paint can, threw the lid on the floor and offered Ayca some. The can she placed behind them and submerged her own hand in it as well.<br/><br/>Gooey sticky stuff ran down from her fingertips, droplets fell on the floor when Phelysis took her hand out. She wouldn’t dare to touch any sensitive spots with Nuria looking at them like that - no way! Phelypsis took the coward’s way out, took a step behind Nuria and planted her hand on her lower back. “I’ll start here,” she announced quietly, keeping an eye on Ayca’s progress as she continued running her big hands along Nuria's body. Slooowly she inched both of her hands lower and lower, thumbs smearing the paint on the top of Nuria's buttocks as her hands and fingers spread it on her hips. Phelypsis could feel her breath deepening. She shifted her legs closer together and noticed the loincloth felt a clingy at her against certain bits. Phelypsis wondered how Nuria and Ayca usually let things go into naughty stuff. She figured that the two of them being such beasts in town environments probably fucked a lot. That means they were clearly experts. It was kind of special to get to see how the sexy stuff usually went down. How would it start though? Maybe there was going to be something like a small arm wrestle or a fight to see who got to claim their pleasure from the others.