CH 2: Claire’s Coming of Age

Greeting Claire inside the kitchen was her birth mother, Eve. Claire looked like a younger version of her mother, the resemblance was almost uncanny. She received her scarlet red hair and green eyes from her, but Eve had a far fuller figure.  Years of homemaking softened her figure to a more comfortable one. She was one of the few villagers with a bit of a belly. One trait Eve kept to herself, however, was her very generous bust, something Claire had secretly envied since she was young.

“Morning, Sweetie,” Eve said, looking up from the stove with a warm smile. She was making breakfast for the family. The smell sent Claire into a trance as she finally noticed how hungry she was. “Jane’s outside with the cows. She could use a hand.”

Claire nodded and reluctantly walked outside to the barn. Her other mother, Jane, was Ryley’s birth mother and fulfilled the fatherly role of their family. She had dark brown hair and sun-kissed skin due to being a farmer. Her toned body was forged with years of farm work and manual labor. Claire entered the barn and found her milking one of their cows.

“Hey, Ma. Need anything?” Claire asked.

“Yeah, could you get me more buckets?” She said while milking the cows' udders. She pointed to a lone cow. “You can help with Bessy once you’re back. We’ll finish faster.”

Claire sighed but did as she was told. After handing them to Jane, she headed to the lone cow. The smell of hay and manure stung her nose as she got close, and she let out a gag. She began the process and got into the rhythm of milking. They sat in silence for a long while until the buckets they needed were filled.

Jane got up before Claire and left the barn after finishing only three of the cows. This confused Claire as she didn’t even take the buckets with her.

“Ma?” Claire asked in bewilderment. Claire headed to the door to follow her mother out. But right as she opened the door, though, she was hit with a surprise.

”Surprise!”

The whole village was gathered outside the barn. Claire jumped in shock, her heart skipping a beat. She looked around at her village, the Carpenter family, the twins and their mother, the alchemist and blacksmith, even the village chief and her wife.

Then, to the person who made her heart nearly stop. Jasmine, her mentor and teacher. Short black hair with striking grey eyes. Her lithe body was built up over years of work as an assassin. Claire’s chest tightened for a moment as she studied the woman she loved.

Words failed her until she managed to take a steadying breath and smile. “Thank you, everybody.” She finally got out.

She pulled her mothers into a tight hug before the two guided her towards the table. There was a small feast set up with both breakfast and lunch set out. At the center of the table was their dessert, a big cake with her name on it. Claire’s mouth watered as the smell became intoxicating and her belly groaned in agreement.

“Smells amazing, thanks, Mom,” Claire mumbled to Eve.

The entire village took their seats around the table. Claire sat at the head of the table with Eve on her right and Jasmine to her left. After Claire filled her plate with food, she stood to declare a toast.

“To the village and prosperity of us all,” and then she took a long gulp of her wine. A mix of bitterness and sweetness hit her tongue. She fought to keep her expression dignified as the rest of the women drank and applauded.

Congratulations were given for reaching her 18th birthday, and presents began to flow towards her. The Carpenter family got her a whole new set of dresses. The twins and their mother gave her a new, decorative hairbrush. The mayor and her wife gave her a bottle of wine.

Then her mothers were up.

Jane smiled at her daughter as she handed her a new sword made by Daphne. It had a simple, yet intricate handle. Its blade is short enough to be wielded alongside a shield. The handle fit comfortably in her hand as she unsheathed the short-sword. Its edge looked razor sharp. She sheathed the sword and hugged Jane tightly.

“Thank you, Ma,” Claire whispered. She kissed Jane’s cheek, getting a warm smile in return.

Eve, however, handed her present under the table. She held back a smile as she whispered to her daughter. ”When you find your Jane.”

Claire looked at the present, finding lingerie. Her face burned in embarrassment as she looked around the table. She hid the present, hoping no one else saw it.

Unfortunately, Jasmine’s laughter meant she heard the entire thing. Jasmine calmed down enough to present Claire with her gift. An ornamental knife with an emerald in the hilt of the red wood handle. When Claire drew it from its sheath, the patterned Damascus steel caught the light, golden inlaid lines shimmering like fire across its surface.

She turned to the woman in amazement at how beautiful the knife was. Her smiling face caused Claire to stutter, ”T-thank y-you, this l-looks beautiful”

Jasmine leaned closer and began explaining,” It was in a shop I found a while ago. The emerald caught my eye and reminded me of your eyes. The red handle just meant it was fate.”

Claire’s heart started to race, and her face turned red. Pointing to the blade, Jasmine continued, “This blade was hard to make, apparently. Lining the blade with gold took the smith a while. Daphne doubts she could do it herself.”

“I said it would take me longer,” Daphne said in an annoyed tone.

Jasmine turned to her sister, letting Claire finally breathe. Claire was in danger. The proximity of Jasmine was getting to her. Her eyes wandered down her body, landing on her hips. The curves she’d been obsessed with since she was sixteen.

Claire silently thanked the gods for choosing a skirt and for being seated. Claire’s cock began to rise, causing Claire to squirm. She gulped hard as she responded, ”Incredible, I don’t know what to say.”

Jasmine’s laughter caused Claire to swoon. Her cock throbbed between her thighs, agreeing with her.

“Don’t worry, I got it especially for you.” Jasmine said. ”You did well with your training, so you deserved something this special.”

Claire finally looked around the table and realized everyone was staring at them. Elsie, the older twin, burst into laughter, clearly having noticed Claire’s flustered panic. Jasmine glared at the older twin.

“Sorry, should let you guys eat,” she said after rolling her eyes.

With that, the feast truly began. Eve had roasted a turkey with mashed potatoes as a side. For breakfast meals, she made eggs, toast, and bacon. It was all seasoned to perfection, which is why Claire loved her mother’s cooking so much. It was one of the few things that could cause her to stop focusing on Jasmine.

Thankfully, stuffing her stomach allowed her cock to calm down enough to stand. Breathing a sigh of relief, the main event was about to begin.

“Claire, if you’ll follow me,” Elizabeth said. Their mayor was an older lady with gray hair.  Her body showed her experience in combat with a more athletic build than expected for her age. “It’s time to get your class sorted.”

Claire’s heart skipped a beat, and her mind went back to her dream. She already knew she was a Paladin, but not for who. What would her stat sheet tell her?