Hallucinogens and being painted.

Jan took the drink from Vidor and followed suit as the others chugged the mug quickly. Vidor was right; it was very bitter and very sweet. “So, Vidor, you said you wanted to paint me?” she asked.

Vidor grinned, “Gen, Kay, please enjoy the ceremony; you know our traditions. Jan,” Vidor said, dipping his hand into a dark green paint, “may I?”

Jan nodded, and Vidor reached out and placed his hand between Jan’s breasts and ran his hand down, leaving streaks on her sternum. The paint was cold and thick and clung to her skin, quickly cloying.

He wiped his hand down as Jan watched Gen and Kay do the same thing to each other, and then Vidor dipped his hand in blue paint and smiled at her. He reached out very slowly, and Jan found herself panting as he pressed his large hand to her breast. Her nipple hardened at both the eroticism and the cold. He repeated it with her other breast before he frowned. “Hmm.”

“What?” Jan asked as he cleaned his hand again.

Kay and Gen laughed, for they knew what was to come as Vidor covered his hand in green paint again and stepped up to his canvas. He turned his hand around, fingers down and pressed his hand against her pubic mound. Jan couldn’t help but moan; she also noted she was feeling a little light in the head and warm with arousal. “That, muoth, it doesn’t, I mean, does it, make people horny?” she asked.

Vidor smiled, his hand still against her crotch, before he pressed his middle finger between her lips and slowly slid his hand up her body. Jan shuddered as his finger ran along her clit, and Vidor said, “Well, yes, it does.” Again, he cleaned his hand and smiled at her, “I hope you do not mind?”

Jan cleared her throat, “Well, not mind exactly, but it would have been nice to know.”

Before she could continue, Vidor covered his hand again and pressed it to her face. Jan started before she laughed and looked at Kay and Gen. They too, had paint on their face, chest and crotch. “Oh, so, I should do the same to you, Vidor?” Jan asked, looking down at his thick cock.

He smiled, “I will not **** you in any way,” he said.

“And the paint, is it toxic? And do I need to use my hands?” she asked.

Vidor’s smile broadened, “It is made from plants, herbs and flowers, is safe to eat, and if you wish, there are brushes.”

Jan bit her lip, tasting the paint there and finding it sweet. “Well, I was thinking,” before she could finish, Vidor dipped his finger in the paint and liberally painted Jan’s lips. “Yeah, that,” she concluded.

Kay and Gen both looked at each other. “We will greet our many friends and be back a little later. Do not get too into the festivities yet; it is a long night.”

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