Fitting

4th Venardae, the 29th day of the month of Semens (Sem), the 3672nd year of Salvation's Landing

Walking into Tabitha's office trailing behind the Princess and the Magistricia, Reglin was able to take in the whole room given that he was more than a head taller than everyone in the tome-laden room. Knowing that tailors or fitters of some kind were present did nothing to lessen the peculiarity of just who those tailors were.

Feeling his eyes bulge momentarily, the guardsman took in the sight of Lady Vidala standing ramrod straight, shoulders back, and head tilted up. Looking imperious and stern, the southern duchy noble’s proud nose lent itself well to the look. She somehow managed to look down on Reglin when her eyes came on him, even though she stood just a couple inches taller than Yelena. The Lady’s pale green eyes looked around with a haughty countenance. When partnered with her prominent nose that had a slight hook at the end, it gave her the appearance of a bird of prey of some kind.

Vidala was dressed more relaxed than the few other times that Reglin had seen the olive-skinned beauty. In the past she had worn dresses that were condoned by Polivandrian society. This dress, however, was something more akin to what he had seen the Lady’s handmaid Camilla wear. The garment was cut to hug the small noblewoman’s form, its shiny black fabric blended in with her black hair of ringlets that fell loosely over her feminine shoulders. The dress did an excellent job of showing off the woman’s somewhat modest breasts, looking pert and proud as well. She was slight in build and long in limb. It gave her a willowier appearance in contrast to how Yelena’s tiny form looked to be a bit more on the compact side. However, it was those flared hips that drew his eyes… perfect handholds, his primitive mind sent to the forefront.

Blinking a couple of times, Reglin then saw Vidala’s handmaid, Camilla. She looked to be dressed even more scandalously. Wearing a thin black robe that looked to be silk, she had it held closed. But the frock showed off the older woman’s incredibly voluptuous figure. The southern maid had the epitome of an hour-glass figure. Full breasts that looked comparable to Tabitha’s stood out a bit more due to the southerner’s physique lacking any muscle or evident excess fat. Camilla’s waist was narrower because of it as well. But the swell of her hips and ass was further pronounced due to it as well. Not being able to resist taking in her form, Reglin **** himself to look to her face. There were faint age lines on the edge of her eyes, but only the small streaks of silver in her otherwise curly, black hair helped to show any real age in her.

The sensual southern woman looked at the tall man through hooded lids that gave lazy blinks. Her dark brown eyes looked almost black under those lids. Her full lips turned up into a mysterious smile while she took stock of Reglin.

“Thank you, ladies, for coming on such short notice. I will count this a large favor by the both of you. You will bargain with advantage over me sometime in the future.” Tabitha said, performing a peculiar curtsy that Reglin could not recall seeing before.

Judging by the looks on the two southern women’s faces, it was some surprise for them to see it now. Vidala’s eyes parted wide, the whites of her eyes seen all around her pale green irises. Even the normally sexily aloof demeanor was lost for some moments. After recovering themselves, both Vidala and Camilla looked at one another, then nodded very subtly. Turning to face the honey haired Arcanist, they both then provided an equally odd curtsy, the arm movements had a very liquid movement to them. Vidala spoke then, “Think nothing of it, Magistricia… We thank you for the invitation. It may provide us a chance to ask questions of you, if you were to be so kind. The skill I have is not what you have asked for. It is my maid, Camilla, who has the requisite skill required…”

Camilla gave an elegant bow of her head, “It will be the tall man in need, yes?” When Tabitha nodded with a smile, Camilla nodded in returned and began moving, releasing the tension in the room that Reglin had not notice building. She went and grabbed a large fabric bag, similar to the one that Freighla was seen carrying.

Reglin had to know what just happened, so he leaned forward and whispered in Tabitha’s ear, “What did you do that caused that reaction. It looked like you just goosed them, judging by their eyes.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Tabitha slid her lips next to his ear in response, “I spoke to them in an old way. My curtsy and words were that of a destitute, asking for passage on a ship, willing to give themself to the captain bodily for said passage.” Reglin gave barely a movement of a nod, “And they responded in the manner of captain who would allow passage but would not take the offered payment.”

It was then that Reglin heard footfall coming from the library. Turning his head to see the approaching source, the lone man saw Oliyah’s exasperated face looking at him, and eyeroll following. Coming up behind Yelena’s handmaiden, were both women from the north. Wilmyna and Freighla were both dressed in the more provocative northern style of dresses, both putting significant amounts of titflesh on display. For that alone, Reglin was hard-pressed to turn away.

The lady of the north looked amused when she looked inside, “So this is where everyone disappeared to? Not the place I would have imagined…” She led the way into the office, followed by Freighla. Oliyah chose to remain outside for some reason or another.

With the addition of two more into the office, even with its size it was getting cramped. Tabitha chose to alleviate the problem, “Ok, I do not usually do this, but given what Lady Vidala and Mistress Camilla are here for, I will offer up my apartment for entertaining… We will need some seating, however…” She then walked over to the door to her living chambers.

Knowing what he was good for, Reglin offered it up, “You ladies head in if you like. I can grab seats.” The large guardsman then went about grabbing a couple of sturdy chairs from the office and headed into Tabitha’s room.

After a couple more trips, Reglin came back out into an empty office for the most part. The only person remaining was a rather distracted looking Asha. She looked at her lover with a confused visage, “What in the Gods is going on Reglin?” Her voice was low but did contain a good bit of imperative.

Walking up to her and leaning down next to her ear, Reglin spoke in hushed tones as well, “Well, it seems the enhancement I enacted this morning has had a bit more of an effect… I cannot fit into my uniform, so Tabitha called in a favor with Mistress Camilla, Lady Vidala’s Maid. It seems she’s quite the seamstress.” He gave a shrug then.

Reglin’s little apple then peered up at him with calculating eyes, “Hmmm… It’s hard to tell from sitting, but I would say that, yes, you do seem a bit broader in the shoulders already.” The chestnut-colored hair laundress’s lips smile then, “It will be interesting to see what that looks like later…” Seemingly **** in her actions, a hand of hers came up and patted his expanding chest.

“Asha, would you like to take a break and join us?” Tabitha said. She had come out of her room, “I came to get you two.” The older woman smiled sweetly at Asha when she saw the palace servant’s face at the notion of her spending time with nobles, let alone royalty. “Relax, my dear. They are people just like anyone else… Plus, you are my new charge. That comes with some standing if I do say so.”

Asha’s eyes were bugged out, but she gave a faint nod at that. “Ummm… ok then… I suppose.” She looked down at her plain skirts and blouse and her cheeks colored. “I will never fit in with them dressed like this though, Tabby!” A bit of panic entering her voice.

Tabitha made calming motions with her hands and shooshed her companion, “You leave that to me, our dear apple… You are in good hands, trust me.”

Taking a deep breath, Asha got up and followed the Magistricia into the living chambers. Reglin brought up the rear, giving him a chance to let his hands give Asha’s voluptuous ass a soft squeeze. This of course caused her to jump, and her to turn back and glare at him. He whispered in a calm voice, “You will be fine, my love…” A reassuring smile came. With a ‘harrumph’, Asha gave him a smirk of a smile and followed entered the giant room.

Upon entering the room, Reglin noticed that it had a similar feel to the other day when he was escorting Princess Katya and the entourage. The women in the room had grouped up into small groups and were talking. The two groups were rather obvious. The Princess was sitting in a chair that was flanked by both of the ladies sitting in their own chairs. Whereas Camilla and Freighla were talking quietly while standing and going through each other’s bags, comparing notes Reglin thought.

Tabitha changed the dynamic of the room quickly though, “Ladies, you will not mind if we dispense with the courtesies and speak plainly in my rooms, will you?” She looked to Yelena, given her status was the greatest, she pretty much had the power to set decorum.

The diminutive Princess gave a small smile and nodded, “Absolutely, Tabitha… You know how little I truly care about those kinds of things.” She glanced to both sides, “Do you find this reasonable?”

Both noblewomen nodded with some alacrity, speaking in affirmation of the decisions. With that out of the way, Tabitha went on, “Thank you. I would like to introduce my newest ward, Asha.” Asha gave a curtsey at her introduction, cheeks incredibly rosy in embarrassment. “She a quick wit and a nimble mind. Unfortunately for her, she came to me this evening expecting to be digging through various manuscripts. Dusty work. Be that as it may, she is incredibly important to me and I would appreciate you accord her any respect you might have for myself. Now, I will be right back…”

Tabitha headed out of her quarters then, leaving Reglin and the six women. Choosing to observe for a few moments, the large guardsman watched as Yelena stood up from her chair and approached Asha with what looked like a genuinely congenial smile. The tiny Princess placed a hand on his lover’s shoulder and spoke in more hushed tones. Asha’s nervous smile soon changed to one of amusement as she covered her mouth in a giggle. Both women looked at him in a glance before returning to their conversation. In little time, Wilmyna joined the two, followed shortly by Vidala.

“Hello, Mister Reglin. Tis nice to finally get to talk wit you.” Reglin was so caught up with making sure his precious Asha was being treated kindly that he allowed himself to be snuck up on by Camilla. She had sidled up to him and was closer than would be considered proper. He could smell an herbal fragrance coming from her. The thin silky robe had fallen open a bit and was showing the inner swell of her substantial mounds. “For us to do dis, I will be needing you to be wit no clothes, uhmmm… little clotes.” The older woman had an accent that he could not place. Though she looked like she could be an aunt to Vidla, the two women talked with very different dialects.

The surprise on his face caused a chuckle from an approaching Freighla. “Just like our measurements, Goldy. And I would like to check my numbers again…” Another set of assessing eyes on him, “You do look… larger.” Her look was one of confusion. When he first met the statuesque handmaiden, they were of a height, with Reglin only having her by a couple of inches. Now the difference was more like four to five inches. And that was throwing the immensely buxom blonde.

Trying to diminish the speculation, Reglin gave a shrug and summoned that inner confidence that Tabitha had been nurturing forward, “What can I say? I have been extremely active physically as of late…” He attempted a cavalier smile, but his eye was drawn by a couple of unladylike laugh-snorts coming from the other cluster of women. Seeing Yelena and Asha both covering their mouths to hide broad smiles, both women were blushing furiously. Reglin gave a subtle glare at the women, somehow knowing that he as their source of laughter. He recovered quickly but was unsure how much of his aura was thrown off when he engaged Camilla and Freighla once again. Luckily for him, him, the two were not looking at his face at the time.

“Mmm…perhaps, yes. I agree wit Mistress Freighla… Come! Let us be about work, yes?” The older woman was looking at him like he was a sweetcake come to life. Camilla looped and arm inbetween his own and started to lead him to a well-lit section of the large room. Not to miss an opportunity it seemed, Reglin felt his other arm be taken up by Freighla as the three made the short trip.

After being told to strip down to his smallclothes once more, Reglin tried his best to stand proudly under the gaze of both handmaids. Tabitha entered the room then, followed by Oliyah, who looked her usual disinterested self. Both women carried bottles of wine in both hands. “I figured if I was to entertain, I should do so correctly…” The girls in the room gave laughs and calls of appreciation. After finding the glassware, it was Oliyah that took on most of the duties of serving wine. Though it was Tabitha that approached Reglin, Camilla, and Freighla, “Thought it has not started yet, I imagine measuring this mountain will be thirsty work ladies…” She offered the two glasses and looked on Reglin’s near nude form with undisguised appreciation. “Your workouts are obviously paying off Reglin… You should have seen him when I first met him ladies. A scrawny little ten-year old, much smaller than the average… But he would do anything you asked of him to the best of his abilities and he would not quit. That is how he came to be my pupil…”

Taking the offered glass, Camilla sipped and listened to Tabitha’s quick little story. The olive-skinned temptress’s eyes looked at him with that lazy sensuality that she seemed to have perfected. “So, you say he is… obedient?” Her thick accent made it sound like she was unsure of her word choice. She looked to him specifically this time, “You do as I wish, perhaps?” The slow upturning of her lips was hidden quickly by her taking another sip.

What had Tabitha just done to him? She had just paid bare the fact that Reglin was hard-pressed to not help any that asked. It was just something that was in his soul it seemed. He would even help Katya out when he was young if he was asked. He tried to play the situation as collected as possible. “I may… Depends on the wish I suppose. And if it does not run contrary to my duties as the armor and sword of House Polivander.”

He gave a glance at Yelena then to see if he had struck any points with her. She was indeed looking in his direction while talking to Asha and the two noblewomen. A small smile forming on the petite Princess’s lips might have been indicator, but Reglin could not tell. All four of the women in that group were looking in his direction, though not all staring. Most of those eyes were taking in the situation while nodding along with the conversation being had.

Camilla had reached into her bag and withdrawn her measuring string, having placed her glass down for the time being. “Mmmm… you may sit for the neck, arms, and shoulders. Dat way I will not be breaking my poor neck.” She placed both hands delicately on his broad shoulders, but used her body stepping forward to lead him backward until a chair hit him in the back of the leg and he sat down heavily in the chair. “’Dere… much better.” The older woman was working over his libido with the eyes she was making and the sultriness of her voice. She looked at him now with those smoky eyes of hers.

“Seems like I can pick up a thing or two from you…” Reglin heard Freighla mutter lowly as she stepped up beside the dark-haired woman.

“My hoosband never had a want wit me around, Gods keep his soul safe…” Camilla had started to take her measurements, hands running around his neck, then along his shoulders, down the length of his arms, and finally up under his arms and around his chest. The entire time her touch felt more like a caress, shooting pulses of lightning through the growing guard. The prominence of his manhood showing his evident thrill at her attentions. She quirked an eyebrow at him, “I will be needing you to stand…” She gave a quick glance down at his growing bulge, “Would you like a moment?”

Confidence. Confidence. Confidence! Reglin took a deep breath but did not waste any more time than that before standing. Camilla’s brow rose higher at his lack of hesitation, her pouty lips gave a lazy smile. Freighla also appeared amused and maybe a bit impressed, “Nothing to be ashamed of here, eh?” She now had to tilt her head up just a bit to look him in the eyes.

Shaking his head in a grave manner, “No ladies… I have no shame.” Both women’s smiles grew wider at that. Reglin realized what he said, “In who I am, I mean…” He couldn’t keep his face serious any further.

Freighla had her own measuring strip out and the same small book from their first meeting was opened on a small table near them. She was making eyes at him too but approached with the string stretched. “While Camilla takes your measurements down below, I want to make my own and check on what we had previously. But unlike dear Camilla, there is little risk of me breaking with you at your full… stature…” and she began to take the redundant measurements, her hands a bit more forceful.

Camilla gave a purr very similar to the kind Reglin was used to hearing from Tabitha, “Perhaps not, my dear… But I would not mind seeing dis young bull given de opportunity to ‘break’ you. A delectable notion, no?” The older woman had her string around Reglin’s waist and was off to his side, giving her the ability to look Freighla straight in the eyes when she said that, as the northern woman was taking his neck measurements.

The buxom blonde’s face took on a good bit of color in her cheeks, neck, and chest. She lowered her face so as to not show off her embarrassment to Reglin, but her face came right back up and more color came. Combining the ministrations of Camilla and Freighla’s hands with the idea of ‘breaking’ Freighla did nothing to diminish Reglin’s state of arousal. Apparently, looking down and seeing that was too much at this time for the normally fierce Nordling. To reconstitute herself, she backed away, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Giving space however, left Reglin in his smallclothes exposed for all to see. Sure enough, there were murmurs and giggles from the girls in distance. The exposed guardsman decided to not pay attention for the moment. Instead, he closed his eyes and took emotional stock of himself, opening himself to see the flows of mana once more.

“Is de attention too much for you, sir?” Camilla’s velvety voice quietly so that only Reglin and maybe Freighla could hear. With his eyes closed, Reglin only knew where she was because he could feel her hands on his upper thigh, measuring the thickest part of it, “Perhaps a drink will calm de nerves a bit, no?”

With eyes closed and concentration being internalized, the touch of glass to his lips caught Reglin a bit off guard. Camilla tipped the glass obviously, as the tall man had to open his lips to keep from spilling. “Drink just a bit… It will help. It did for me when I was naked in front of strangers in my younger days…” Not being at all a wine connoisseur, it tasted great to him. A bit fruity is about all that he would be able to say though. Now the thought of Camilla naked in front of strangers was an intriguing one though. He had to take stock of the sexy southern woman, knowing that she was quickly pushing all the right points for his libidae.

“Thank you, mistress…” He opened his eyes then. Reglin thought that he had done this a couple of times now and that he should know what to expect. What he had failed to realize was that the few other times he had practiced his aura reading it had been only one other person. But this time his senses were assaulted by the myriad of colors and the movement of them. It literally staggered him backwards, eyes bulging. The room was full of colors of variable intensity, all moving throughout the room toward various people.

Both Camilla and Freighla gave Reglin looks of concern. Though it didn’t register right away, he realized that this was the first time that the southern handmaid had looked in any way NOT seductive. She was the first to move to him, but the tall blonde was not far behind, “Are you alright, dear?” Camilla’s voice reflected the look of worry. “Twas but a small drink I believe…” she was trying to interject a bit levity, but her grip on his arm was firm enough to tell Reglin that she wanted to make sure he was stable.

Giving his head a quick shake and not focusing on anything for the moment, Reglin said, “It’s nothing. I’m fine…” He was steady already, but both women were reticent to give up their hold of him, “I just did a mental exercise that may have made me a slight bit lightheaded with the addition of the wine.” Deciding he needed to find familiarity, Reglin looked to Yelena, as she was the last aura he had looked on before.

The undulating colors that came from the Princess were mostly that sky blue with some green and a tiny string or so of red. Though he did note there was more green tendrils than previously. ‘Must be the attire for the evening’ he thought to himself wryly. But looking past the colors, he saw Yelena’s face and the nervousness that was on it. He decided to speak up a bit louder than he had so that all would hear, “Don’t worry please… I am fine. Just a tiny spell of balance lost. Nothing for concern.” But he noted that the look was still there for most, save Vidala. She seemed more curious than anything.

There were so few streams coming from the southern noble that she was completely overwhelmed by standing next to three women who had relatively high portions being sent his way. Next to Asha alone, Vidala was like a candle next to a beacon fire. But it was not so one-dimensional, he realized. Initially, he only saw the streams that were coming his direction, but as he watched longer, he started to see streams leaving someone and going to another in the room. Most of it was the sky blue of affection. But there were fingers of green and red interspersed in there. Surprisingly there was a relatively high amount of libidae coming from Yelena and finding its way to Tabitha, who had taken a seat off by herself, observing. But that was far from the only intriguing revelation. This did feel dirty in some way. Like he was given an emotional navigation map. But would he make use of it? He already knew that answer…

Looking back at the two handmaids in front of him and seeing the number of strands of green coming to him, he knew he could afford a bit of flirtation. He nodded to them and murmured, “As much as I love having the two of you handle me, if you would like to conclude the measurement, you can…”

Camilla and Freighla looked at one another and gave each other small smiles and shrugs, evidently on the same page. “I will have to be very careful wit de inseam… It looks like my hand will be impeded…” Reglin looked down at the smaller woman and saw her loosen the tie-strap of her robe a bit, giving him more of her luscious bosom to see. They had a bit of sag that came with age, but still appeared magnificent as she slid to her knees in front of him with her string.

Having resumed taking her measurements, Freighla’s eyes followed Reglin’s down to Camilla’s endowed chest, “I’ll admit that it is quite nice… She does put together a package that should entice any man…” While spreading out her string, the Nordling pressed her enormous tits into his chest, “But nothing truly extraordinary…”

Watching the tendrils be born and snake their way to him was quite surreal. Reglin was able to watch the green streamers come from both Freighla and Camilla and entangle him. But then he saw the same thing happen to each other! The words were not empty flirtations. There were desires for each other being born.

Sadly, the flirtations that continued were mostly vocal, as Camilla actually took her measurements with delicate and teasing touch, but nothing more. Freighla did something similar, but the two women were increasingly becoming more brazen in what aspects of their bodies men found most appealing. When they asked Reglin what part of the woman’s anatomy drew his eye most, he was able to respond honestly in saying that it was not something he prioritized. He spoke of how he had come to truly appreciate all kinds of features to a woman. That he just appreciated the female form in its multitude. They thought it was a cop out but relented from pursuing further.

As the two went to jot down their perspective notes, Tabitha approached with Reglin’s uniform that needed urgent alterations. She spoke to Camilla, “I have the garments that need tailoring… But I need to borrow Reglin now, if you are done for the time being?”

Giving their consent, Tabitha gave a head motion for Reglin to follow her. Taking his glass, the guard followed immediately. He must have become more comfortable in his state, for he didn’t realize that he was still almost nude walking around in a room full of very attractive women. But Tabitha was not leading him to any of those women…

~This is knowledge for the Reader~

The Affection Multiplier

~Mana: 205 (+153) 358~

~Mana Channels: ~Labiae Passionii (Lips of Passion) free, ~ Corpu Vigorii (Vigorous Body) 100, ~ Uirtau Proelium (Martial Prowess) 100, ~Mensu Lucidae (Bright Mind) 100, ~ Tactu Beatae (Blissful Touch) 100, ~Plurem Amatrixae Normalii (The Normalcy of Many Loves) 500, ~Corpu Libidaem (Lustful Body) 100, ~Corpu Spectabilum (Intimidating Body) 100, ~Mentulae Potencii (Potent Cock) 150, ~Limbu Infinitum (Endless Loins) 100, ~Voluptae Gustatum (Delightful Flavor, Gratify the Appetite), ~Figurae Cultura (Shaping Culture), ~Vulgum Venerae (The Love of the Masses), ~Corpu Vigorii Magii (A More Vigorous Body) 400

_~Lovers~ A: 200 E: 200 L: 200_
~Tabitha~ Affectionae: 100 Erosii: 100 Libidae: 100 (Effective 76)
~Asha~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 74)

_~Royal Polivander House~ A: 65 (+9) E: 12 (+2) 14 L: 17 (+12) _
~Princess Katya~ A: -52
~Princess Yelena~ A: 91 (+9) 100 E: 12 (+2) 14 L: 17 (+12)
~Princess Cirsha~ A: 18

_~Nobles~ A: 80 (+7) 87 E: 5 (+1) 6 L: 28 (+16) 44_
~Lady Wilmyna~ A: 54 (+4) 58 E: 5 (+1) 6 L: 28 (+10) 38
~Lady Falina~ A: 16
~Lady Vidala~ A: 10 (+3) L: 0 (+6) 6

_~Royal and Noble maidens~ A: 131 (+26) 157 E: 3 (+2) 5 L: 53 (+28) 81_
~Maiden Caterina~ A: 18 E: 1 L: 2
~Maiden Gwynfuir~ A: 15
~Maiden Erynna~ A: 5
~Maiden Oliyah~ A: 12 (+4) 16 L: 0 (+2) 2
~Maiden Iridia~ A: 4
~Maiden Freighla~ A: 55 (+10) 65 E: 2 (+2) 4 L: 40 (+14) 54
~Maiden Deela~ A: 12
~Maid Camilla~ A: 10 (+12) 22 L: 11 (+12) 23

_~Day watch~ A: 238 E: 3_
~Grahm~ A: 40
~Lim~ A: 62 E: 3
~Boll~ A: 40
~Halpern~ A: 29
~Nimit~ A: 22
~Gamil~ A: 9
~Magnurs~ A: 12
~Canith~ A: 12
~Yohan~ A: 9
~Sebestin~ A: 3
~Yorick~ A: 4

_~Evening watch~ A: 22_
~Thedin~ A:10
~Vorn~ A: 12

~Night watch~ A: 6

_~Palace Staff~ A: 55 L: 6_
~Lina~ A: 48 L: 6
~Govren~ A: 7

Achieved: Object of desire~ Gained over 50 streams of libidae from numerous sources in one encounter (+50 mana)