She talks with the Wise Woman.

Shairi shook her head, trying to clear it. The temptation to just dive into the arms – or between the legs – of a wood elf was strong, but there were more useful things she could do. She found the wise woman exchanging honeyed words and hot glances with handsome hunter, but she seemed happy to switch her attentions to Shairi. This was possibly because, drunk as she was, the half-elf have forgotten to dress after her initiation, and was wandering round the village wearing only swirls of multi-coloured paint.

“What can I do for you, tribe-sister?” the wise woman asked.

“It’s a… personal matter,” Shairi said. “Can I talk to you privately?”

“Of course,” the wise woman said. She led Shairi to her hut. Inside, it was strewn with herbs, potions and other magical paraphernalia. As the two witches entered, the wise woman pulled a curtain shut over the door. It shut out the fire light, filling the room with shadows cast by the lamp that hung from the ceiling. It didn’t block the sound of music from outside, though – or the sounds of sex.

The wise woman stepped forward and kissed Shairi full on the lips. “I hope,” she said, “that you don’t mind mixing business with pleasure?”

Shairi returned her grin. “Of course not.” She lay back on a pile of cushions and began to explain her problem. “I’m a mage,” she said, “and – ah!” She moaned as the wise-woman lowered her mouth to her breast. “-and I was hoping you can teach me some magic.” The wood elf removed the band of cloth around her breasts, freeing her ample tits, and began to rub her nipples against Shairi’s. Shairi cried out again. “B-but that’s not my big problem,” she continued. “I have a curse on me. Nothing can penetrate my womanhood, so I remain a virgin.”

The wise woman moved her head down between Shairi’s legs. “Such a pretty little pussy. And you say it can’t be properly fucked? That’s just wrong!” She leaned down to lick it, and made a face.

“You taste sweet, tribe-sister, but I taste black magics inside you. I don’t have the power to break them… but I might know a way. There is a powerful magical creature, which we call Zenugar, that lives in a ruined temple not far from our village. Elf women who wish to gain magical power give their bodies to it. I myself have been fucked by it three times.” She smiles at the memory. “Anyway, its power should be sufficient that it rutting with you should break the spell. And if you lose your virginity to it, it should greatly increase your magical abilities. I think that’s your best option.”

“But,” she added with a hungry smile, “For now you’re mine, not his…”

Shairi spent hours exchanging pleasure with the wise woman. In between bouts of passionate sex, the wood elf taught her young lover spells to control plants and harness the power of animals. Of course, Shairi was drunk and horny, but she was sure she’d understood them.