POV Alexandra
When the door closed and the knight's footsteps faded, the mercenary grabbed the priestess by the shoulders and turned her towards herself.
"You promised to help, not to interfere!" Alexandra exclaimed indignantly. "I'm trying here, showing my knowledge and experience, and you keep interrupting and even arguing! The day before yesterday, when we were drinking together, you said: 'Amon feels warmth towards you, you just need to open your feelings, and everything will work out. I will help you unite in the glory of the Goddess,' " she quoted Camilla, shaking her head with her unruly hair. "Well, I'm opening up!"
"I'm sorry," the priestess said, smiling shyly in response. "I don't know the customs of foreign warriors very well. Do you confess your love to each other while discussing a wedding campaign?"
For a whole second, Alexandra stared at the priestess in shock, then, unable to hold it in, she laughed:
"How foolish! Of course not! When we talked about the campaign, we talked about the campaign and nothing else. It's just that Amon likes warriors. Collected, serious, responsible ones."
"Just like you!" the priestess exclaimed joyfully, but then immediately grew serious. "But still, I don't understand, why not just say it directly? If you're shy, I can say it for you. My heart aches with sorrow when indecision and unnecessary rules get in the way between people."
"No!" Alexandra said quickly. She released Camilla and paced around the room, angrily tossing pillows. She stopped by the window.
"We don't do things like that here. You'll just ruin everything," she finally said with a grim sigh. "I have to do this myself, but right now, I'm not sure I'll succeed. I haven't proven myself yet..."
The priestess quietly approached from behind, wrapped her arms around Alexandra's waist, and laid her head on her shoulder.
"If that's the only problem, my lady, there's nothing to worry about," Camilla cooed tenderly. Her voice, usually uncertain and shy, had an inexplicable charm now. "He will definitely see your best sides!"
Alexandra wanted to pull away, but the priestess's touches were so soft, enchanting, and gentle that she involuntarily froze in blissful languor.
The priestess pressed herself tightly against the mercenary's chest and hips, her embrace growing hotter and firmer.
Sweet, arousing sensations spread through Alexandra's stomach, and then gently moved down, warming and enveloping her with a pleasant heat.
"You have a strong, sensual body," the priestess murmured tenderly. "Trained, resilient, tireless... With such a body, you could indulge in love day and night, driving a man to complete exhaustion. Very soon, he will appreciate this, dear."
Camilla's lips came close to Alexandra's ear, so close that the mercenary felt the hot, seductive breath of the priestess mingled with her alluring scent. A sweet tremor ran through Alexandra's groin, and she instantly became wet.
"A warrior's body and a wanton woman's," the priestess whispered sweetly. Alexandra didn't see her face, but she felt that Camilla was smiling lustfully. In pleasure, Alexandra closed her eyes; her chest rose with rapid, shallow breaths.
"Confess to me, my dear," Camilla whispered in her ear. "Is that all that worries you? That you need to show yourself as a warrior? If you don't want to tell me as a priestess, tell me as a friend... woman to woman. Don't be afraid, it will get easier, all your worries will go away..."
Alexandra gave herself up to the sensations completely; she couldn't and didn't want to resist the pleasure. The priestess wished her well, she just needed to open up, pour out her feelings, and tell her everything without hiding anything.
"I'm not beautiful," the girl muttered dully, as if in a dream. "Amon said that looks don't matter, but maybe he's just sparing me out of nobility?"
"That can be fixed," the priestess's hands moved from Alexandra's waist and began to caress her breasts. First gently, then with more confidence, squeezing her nipples with delicate fingers.
"You will hear the Goddess's voice, and we will fall into the abyss of love and pleasure, so deep we will never get out... You will become beautiful and happy. He won't be able to resist, I promise... You will do this forever... You will know passion and vice..."
Alexandra moaned softly. The mercenary's pants were wet from her juices, but at that moment, she didn't care. Camilla released one breast and silenced her by gently slipping a few fingers into her mouth.
"Shh, sweetie, shh... We don't want to be interrupted, do we?"
Camilla revealed her true form. With a melodic silver chime, chains fell. Her flexible tail pressed between the mercenary's legs, pushing into her groin with its tense tip. Camilla's tail began to move, and Alexandra arched, gasping from pleasure.
"Yes... don't stop, more, more!"
In the same instant, the fire in her chest changed from warm to scalding. The girl jerked, the sharp smell of burned skin overwhelmed the priestess's scent. The sudden pain brought the mercenary back to her senses. She opened her eyes and looked down at the amulets, orange like hot coals.
"No!" Alexandra screamed and pushed the priestess away, sending her falling onto the pillow with a surprised exclamation. The mercenary threw the amulets onto her clothes, turned, and said firmly:
"I don't want to turn into a Mamono! I want to be loved for who I am, not for my looks, but for my soul! For my qualities. And I will show these qualities! Otherwise, it's not love, it's animal lust!"
The priestess looked at her with a mixture of fear and regret, shifting her gaze from her face to the sword hanging in its scabbard and back. But, fortunately for her, Alexandra wasn't rushing to draw her weapon.
"I wanted to help," the priestess whined. "I know what it's like to be unhappy. I can't watch other people's sorrow. Please forgive me, please forgive me! I'm so ashamed!"
The girl approached Camilla with light, bouncy steps, and her face promised her nothing good.
"Just don't kill me!" the priestess shrank back, covering her eyes with her palms. For a few seconds, she lay still, like a defenseless child before a wild beast, but nothing happened.
Camilla cautiously removed her hands. Alexandra stood over her, extending an open palm.
"Get up," the mercenary said almost benignly and sighed. "I know you tempted me with good intentions. You're a Mamono, what else would I expect from you? But I don't need this kind of help. When the time comes, I'll do everything myself, and if Amon refuses, then so be it. It will be his decision, not forced by monstrous sorcery!"
"So, you're not angry?" the priestess said in relief, accepting Alexandra's help and getting to her feet.
"No," the mercenary answered briefly. "But don't do that again, okay? Next time, I won't be kind. And if you go to Amon, you'll have me to blame! I'll slice you in half!"
"No, no, never!" the priestess vowed fervently. "I swear by the Goddess!"
The hot apologies and the priestess's face full of remorse convinced Alexandra of her sincerity. The mercenary didn't feel anger towards Camilla, possibly because deep down, the behavior of the Mamono didn't surprise her, or perhaps because of the forbidden, twisted, but still pleasurable caresses.
"Watch yourself," Alexandra grumbled, shaking her fist.
"I won't do it again," Camilla sniffed and stared at the floor with a guilty look, like a misbehaving teenager.
"Take your normal human form and go down to the hall. Amon's probably waiting for us. We can't have him come here," the mercenary ordered. She examined her pants, which had dark stains on them, clicked her tongue in concern, and left the room.
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POV Camille
"Ah, it didn't work," the priestess whispered in disappointment. "I'm too weak... I need to seduce more carefully, softer, and slower."
Camilla sadly adjusted her hair, but after a moment, her mood brightened.
"But there's no need to be sad!" she said to herself. "We will still fall into the embrace of debauchery! All four of us: Amon, the Goddess, you, and me..."
Camilla sat on the floor, slightly spreading her legs, and began to offer a prayer to the Fallen Goddess, accompanying it with ritual hand movements.