Heartthrob

Purity opened the door to the bedroom, walking in to the smell of sex in the air and a tingle on her skin. She'd been able to catch the scent from outside - an old trick ingrained from years of service, she always knew when and where the fun was happening. If that fun, of course, included hips colliding and voices drawn warbling from eager chests. Her rose-tinted lenses drifted over to where EJ and Esthrielle lay, panting and staring at the ceiling or with their eyes closed, respectively. She smiled.

Good. Everything was working as intended.

The door shut silently in her wake, allowed to glide to shut like it had been greased. Purity's feet were nearly soundless as she padded across the carpet to meet her lovers, turning about and resting her teardrop physique upon the bed's edge in a single, graceful motion. She crossed her legs - one thigh atop the other - and laid her hands atop them, folded as if she was at attention. Her smile grew more wicked but insistent, more loving in the way that dogs love chocolate - poisonous, lethal, and yet so very tempting.

Esper James was laid out on her back, staring up at the ceiling's stonework, chest rising and falling in rhythmic form. Her waist, and everything below it, was covered - the thick blankets were more than enough to keep the chill from setting in upon her damp, tender, vulnerable flesh. Everything else, however? Exposed, bare as the day she was born, and the day she was born again. Sure felt a hell of a lot better than a cold-womb conception, though.

Her body was covered in little marks, everywhere Purity's eyes drifted: bite marks, claw marks, hickeys, bruises, and the shining gleam of a trail of spit as if she had been licked. She was, in that moment, Est's canvas - and god damn, Purity thought, Esthrielle had really fucking painted.

Whereas the ghoulette was a flesh-made Picasso, Esthrielle was thankfully more akin to a Van Gogh: carefully, gracefully marked with the love of her partner, in broad brushstrokes that evoked emotion with color alone - yet still, they were exotic enough to garner interest. Esper James had bitten Esthrielle as well, of course, it would've been shocking if she hadn't; however, in contrast to Est's bites never breaking the skin, EJ had given Est fewer but notably deeper marks upon her torso. The red pinpoints of quickly-clotted wounds were visible in one or two places, about the left shoulder and right thigh (when Purity drew back the covers to check).

Claw marks, too, were deeper but less frequent. Purity could imagine it now: Purity and Esper James, making love like women possessed, caring little for how very rough and rambunctious they were being with one another so long as their partner enjoyed the song and dance of flesh and blood. They growled, they screamed, they clawed, they nibbled and bit... they sung, in that way of moaning, a hymnal all their own.

Purity giggled at the thought, visualizing the two little freshly-ex-virgins screwing like beasts in heat. What if Purity had spent longer with Lulu? What if she had given them more juice, really amped Est's dose? Oops - better not consider that, the pinkette decided. Never knew who was listening, and given the Waywards' technology... well, she figured they could be tapped into her brain right now. Tsang had been - why wouldn't the Easterners do the same?

Est was curled up on herself against EJ's side, but she felt the bed depress as Purity rested herself atop it - and it would've been hard for her to ignore Puri drawing back the bedsheets to inspect the Italian's hips. She made a soft little groan, head rotating and hair brushing against the bedsheets as she tried to regard Purity. The bubblegum bitch sat upon the bedside smiled down at her, a Cheshire cat in a sapphic henhouse. And by god, this kitty was hungry.

"Oooh, hell-o, Esthrielle~! Mmnh, did I wake you up? Were you and EJ taking a nap, hmm-mm-mm~? Y'know, if I'm interrupting..." Purity put the pointer of her right hand between Esthrielle's collarbones, then, tracing a line down her sternum all the wall to the start of her abdomen. She let the touch linger for a moment before curling that finger away, pink-painted nail dragging ever so lightly against Est's damp skin.

It made the pleasure-drunk Easterner shudder with muffled delight.

Est shook her head as best she could, offering up an unsteady, uncertain smile. "N-No, Puri, hey...! Hey, aha, ahaha, no, you're... You're good. We're fine, EJ and I were just, uh..." She allowed her words to trip and fall off the ledge, no more coming as she pondered what could even follow. She didn't need long, though - nor was she given much time at all, as Purity was hasty to offer teasing interjection. Est's eyes snapped wide when Purity's retort came, and she whimpered despite herself; the combat doll secretly, guiltily wished for Purity's touch once more.

"You two were just fucking, ri-i-ight~? Ooh, haha, gosh... I'm sad I missed it? You two look fucking adorable, so worn out like this... If you weren't already panting like you'd run a mile, I'd take a turn of my own to put you through your paces." Purity winked; her touch returned then, so very thankfully for Est, in the form of a palm with splayed fingers against Est's chest. Again, her sternum... it was a good central location, one that showed Est who was in control - who had power over her. "God knows I'd have you begging and whining like a bitch in heat...~"

Est whined regardless, crossing her legs and pulling them tight to keep ahold of herself. She was too tired and addled to think any deeper about what was happening, or why - all she knew, all she could perceive, was being drowned in love by her pink-haired princess. She wouldn't have rather been anywhere else. Est reached with her left hand to take EJ's right, both to steady herself and to draw Esper James into the scene which was unfolding just beside her.

Esper James snapped to attention in the same way an old, mentally-fogged pet will acknowledge its master's voice even through the mists of sleep. She allowed Est to slip their fingers between one another's, entwining them as their palms kissed in the one-handed embrace. She turned her blonde head, hair pooled like waves of delicious custard all along the pillows and bedsheets. Only when emerald eyes laid their focus upon a buxom woman in a nun's habit, and the pink hair which curtained her face, did Esper James realize who it was.

The ghoulette's previously dissociative expression renewed itself in a joyous beam, lips pulled wide and taut as she showed off her pearl razors in all their glory. Fuck, it was so nice to see Purity again! God, she loved Purity! She loved Purity so much! Purity was so nice to her, and to Est, and she was soft, and she smelled good, and she fucked good, a-and... And... And she really cared about EJ, and...

Esper James couldn't think of anything more, so bled out was she on Esthrielle's loving red that her brain was practically haywire in the afterglow. She didn't need to think of anything more, though - this was perfectly fine, just those things. And she didn't even need to say any of it, because Purity leaned over of her own accord and planted a firm, adoring kiss upon EJ's tummy. Esper James writhed and wriggled in absolute delight, giggling aloud as she simultaneously recoiled from the kiss and yearned for another.

Her yearning was sated, of course. Purity smooched her once again, now having rolled over to be laying atop both women at once. Est was happy to have a Purity-shaped blanket, and Esper James was ecstatic to have her blood-ripe nerves tantalized by the seductress's sinful touch. Est went to embrace Purity with little more than a whimper, burying her face into the folds of her habit - and the crook of Purity's left side. Esper James simply continued to giggle.

The rest of their night continued thus, with Purity keeping her girlies entertained in as exhilarating a way she could without putting them through anything too rigorous - tickling, massages, a shared lap-pillow... Everything Purity had in that little black book of strategies, tucked away within her brainpan, she was all too eager to use.

Eventually, the two woozy women drifted off to a well-deserved sleep, yawning and stretching and curling up upon one another to form a snuggle pile of two. Purity slipped from their embrace in movements remembered as much by muscle as mentality, the absence of their arms around her a bittersweet notion at best. She wished that she could simply lay there with them, drift off to the land of dreams, and then arise bright and early the next evening to truly plan their escape.

However, she had already planned their exit - and now, she had to put the first aspect of that plan into action.

Purity slipped back out of the room, careful not to bump anything in the dim and dark. Once she was out in the hallway anew, she drew a slip of paper from the neck of her habit, where she had stored it flush to her skin: a map, leading straight to her target. In theory, of course, this place was fairly byzantine... but fuck it. If she didn't try now, she'd never get the chance, right?

Two hallways passed, then a right turn... Three then, and a left... One intersection, then a split left, then a split right... And so on, and so forth, until she drew close to her destination. It was, at this point, nearly eight in the morning... the sun would be rising, and Vitus would be well and truly asleep, for the most part. Purity had been watching, of course, all those weeks they'd been here - she'd seen who was about at what times, and when the flow of nuns was at its ebb, or its flow.

At eight AM, there was no one but no one in the hallways - the only sisters who would be awake at this point were security staff near the exit, maintenance staff, and field teams engaging in the Vitus equivalent of nightlife. She didn't see a single nun in the halls as she made her way closer and closer to the object of her venture, though as she drew near the thick oaken door with beautiful etchings of a beautiful meadow and shepherdess, something in the air caught her attention. It made her hair stand on end.

Something not so dissimilar to the scent she had caught in her own room, nearly two hours earlier... The scent of sex, of human intimacy, though this time tinged with the artificial. There was a noted synthetic element to it, as if it was simply a candle made to smell of sex, or the bodily fluids of a... A-ha!

Purity's lips fought valiantly to form into a wicked grin, but she repressed their urges with every ounce of self-discipline she could muster. She could not, would not smile - it may give her away if anyone saw her, and that sure would be a fucking wrench in her plans. However, her steps were now spurred on by more than necessity and ambition - they were driven by curiosity, and while curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction is what brought it back. Purity demanded satisfaction.

The door lay just ahead, cracked but an inch at best - and Purity's flesh tingled as she drew near, pupils dilating, nostrils flaring. Adrenaline rushed through her veins like water in a log flume as she huddled down beside the door, peeking in with a single eye once she had de-activated the LEDs of her irises. The scene that lay before her would have thrilled even the most prudish Puritan of the UNAC countryside.

The mother abbess, sat upon the front of her desk, habit lifted and legs spread. A smug look upon her face - one that reeked of superiority, of dominance, and of satisfaction at having orders unspoken be heeded without question. Between her tights, obscuring her womanhood from Purity's prying gaze, was that blonde girl... what had her name been again? Angelina? Angelica? Angie? Ange... Angelien?

That one sounded right - the weird, stoic blonde woman that seemed to rub Esthrielle the wrong way. She was, what, Dutch? Dutch sounded right, she had that silly Dutch accent... but enough of that. Here she was, down on her knees, eating holy communion straight from the mother abbess's tap. Purity wished she had a fucking camera, if only to snap a picture to cackle about with Esthrielle. But she'd just tell Est later, once they were out of the convent, safe and sound away from the nuns... she'd wait until it had been long enough that Est wouldn't be pissed at her for sneaking around without telling them.

The mother abbess buried her fingers into Angelien's hair, urging her to be ever more ravenous in her ministrations - ever more careless about the mess, so long as thighs and cheeks were painted in the end. Purity watched the entire proceeding, morbid curiosity getting more than the better of her, every moment of cunning linguistics burnt into her brain like a wildfire's kiss. When the mother abbess finally arched her back and released a peaked, relieved sound of indulgent completion, Purity couldn't help but be thankful. They weren't in any rush, it had felt.

Angelien's head was released, and she slowly made her way to a stand. Her right arm came up to wipe her mouth and face; she still blocked the mother abbess's nudity from Purity, but Purity was thankful for it at this point. Purity began to rise, expecting that Angelien would be dismissed and that she would need to pretend to not have been watching - what Puri wasn't expecting was for the mother abbess to speak, and not in a hushed tone.

"...Angelien, dear, dear Angelien... Thank you, as always. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you? Always trying so hard to impress me, no matter the context... Sweating hard in the training field, performing with excellence in the field, disciplining your juniors... And giving your better what she needs, hmm~?" The mother abbess closed her legs, then, and raised her right hand to caress Angelien's cheek. The blonde said nothing, but Purity could tell she was acquiescing to whatever wordless demands the abbess was making of her.

"Mmh... good girl, Angelien... You've always been my favorite, you know. A shepherd should love each of her sheep equally, but you... You have always been a cut above the rest, for all of our time together. I no longer know how I would continue on without you." The mother abbess used her caressing hand to draw the Dutch woman in for a tender kiss, allowing their lip lock to linger for moments more than what would have been given without passion.

When they broke apart, Angelien dropped to her knees as if to pray, nearly going prostrate before the abbess. "M-Mother abbess... Please, I-I... I love you. Please... Please, take me as your lover. Is our union not enough to prove that God wants us to be together? Is not the simple fact of our shared tenure here, in this blighted place, a part of His divine plan?" She began to say more, face turning up to offer a pleading expression to her superior, but her words were cut down where they grew.

The mother abbess tsk'd to herself, feigning a look of pain and regret - the face of a woman who must tell another some regrettable truth, some unfortunate reality. She used her left hand to give Angelien an affectionate, consoling pat, running fingers through her hair for the second time this morning.

"Ah, Angelien... my beloved... I cannot, not yet. You love me so passionately, so intensely, but you have not yet proven to me completely that you are mine, and that your dedication to me and this convent is complete. I have but one final task for you - if you succeed, then you and I shall lay together, finally, as wives. God will reward you for your adherence - reward us, for our love."

Purity's jaw practically dropped as the mother abbess injected this verbal venom straight into Angelien's secretly tender heart. This woman's scheming, her willingness to use others' feelings for her own gain... Well, Purity felt more than justified in her premonition that she and her lovers should leave. But also, at the same time, Purity couldn't drag herself away from this crack in the door; like a good television drama, this new subplot to her own life was gripping, it was unexpected, and it was juicy in the extreme. She needed to hear, and see, more.

Angelien ate the bullshit straight from the hand that offered it, lapping up every word that the mother abbess was feeding her without a second guess. The blonde woman nodded feverishly, eyes wide, smile suppressed so she may instead give off stoic determination. She pushed herself awkwardly to a stand once more, leaning close to the mother abbess in her eagerness to show how willingly she would follow orders.

"Y-Yes, mother abbess...! Please, please! Tell me what I must do! I would d-do... I would do anything for you, I...!" Her words failed her, and before she could recount them, a single index finger was placed gingerly at her lips. The mother abbess smirked only enough to display her affection, holding back the self-satisfaction that such an expression no doubt held.

"Sister Zofia... She is, sadly... corrupted by heretical influence. She is too far gone to be saved, and she poses a risk of defection. We must... You must deal with her. However you feel is appropriate. She will be judged, as all souls must be, by God... but here, on earth, she must not obstruct His will."

Purity's jaw would have dropped twice if it could. Sadly, she only had one jaw to drop.