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VII

Forsaken Cainhurst Castle.

The trio had made their way to the castle that had once belonged to the Cainhurst Vilebloods; now abandoned to time, and covered in snow and ice, following the raid of the Executioners who slaughtered their inhabitants mercilessly, leaving only the servants alive, but even they seemed gone from this place.

Eileen bent down toward a set of tracks, running her fingertips over it. She glanced toward Henryk and Adella before nodding once.

"He's passed here." she told them. "He may still be here. We should get inside and warm up. Well, the two of you should."

She seemed tense and guarded. Adella remembered how warm Eileen had been and assumed that Beasts perhaps radiated intense heat more than humans did. She had many questions to ask her, but perhaps now was not a good time. Maybe until they rested.

There was a set of double doors and Eileen pushed them open. Once inside, Adella was taken in by the sights of the great hall. A large amount of portraits of royalty were exposed on the walls. It was a pompous display of elegance that Adella had never seen before.

"This place!" she gasped, "It's..."

"Something." Henryk finished, grimacing slightly.

There was a library in the room nearby, so Adella felt drawn to it. Once inside, she was taken by how many books lined the walls. She was drawn to a shelf and pulled a book out to look at it. Eileen followed her, unable to speak now that they were alone again.

The Beast scratched away behind her eyes, hissing 'look at me, please'.

"I can still feel that creature there. Still scratching at the wall."

Eileen spoke first and Adella glanced at her sadly. Henryk marched nearby outside of the library. He knew they needed time to talk after everything that had happened. Occasionally, they could hear the chattering sounds of Beasts outside. They sounded far away, so they were fine.

"How do you control it?" Adella asked her, genuinely curious. "I understand you told me, but I still cannot fathom such a thing. After Gascoigne..."

Eileen sighed, staring upwards for a moment. Then, she shrugged her shoulders. "It's not without its challenges." she admitted. "I don't entirely know myself how I control it, other than the incense in my mask. I feel more calm, content with it. I have grown with this creature most of my life and I have never killed a single person who did not deserve to die."

Viola and Eileen sat alone together beneath the canopy. Viola took the Hunter's hands, meeting her eyes with a warm smile.

"I know it'll be hard, Eileen. My husband's struggles are one in the same." she told her. "But remember this; never take a life if it is not deserved."

"I believe it was Viola's words that kept me going," Eileen said. She gave another sigh, perhaps too tired to delve deep into memory. "Otherwise, I would have just found another way."

Adella was shocked by Eileen's confession. "You - You mean..."

"Yes, I found myself one day, staring down the end of my pistol." Eileen continued, looking away. "But again, when I tried, the Beast simply took the bullet and spat it right out. I had no idea how strong it would be. How it would keep me alive until I could destroy my enemy for good. That was what it wanted. That was how it was born, and how it would die."

"What of Micolash?" Adella asked her. "When you changed, you...couldn't control it."

Eileen stared at her before she removed her mask, staring down at the nun with grief on her face. She shut her eyes and looked away.

"What he did to you..." she said, quietly. "What he NEARLY did to you. I lost control. I thought I'd lose you as I lost Viola. I couldn't bear it. The Beast couldn't bear it. It adores you as much as I adore you."

Adella thought about that. She reached up and placed a hand against Eileen's cheek. The Hunter opened her eyes and stared down at the nun, anticipating rejection or disgust. Instead, Adella looked at her with a mixture of awe and curiosity on her face.

"Is that true?" she asked.

"...It is." Eileen finally replied, after a moment. "Very much so."

The Beast groaned softly in her head. It seemed to draw comfort in her acceptance, which eased the pain in Eileen's head for the moment.

"Hey," Henryk stepped into the library, turning their attention to the doorway. "If he was here, he's gone now. We can rest and move on. It's safe."

Eileen and Adella nodded their heads. Good.

Eileen was disappointed that the Crow had eluded them again, but it was cold and they'd traveled far. She had grown weary of having him bait them on.

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Such a lovely bath chamber.

Adella ran her hand across the surface of the water that she had heated. It was welcoming, the heat soothing her nerves and her body's aches. She began to undress and noticed various sweet-smelling soaps still there on the nearby shelves. She picked one up and pulled the cork off, smelling it once.

She hummed a melody to herself - one from her childhood that her father sang for her. It reminded her of peaceful, happier times on the farm. There was a pit that occasionally popped from the fire she'd started to heat up the chamber a little better.

Eileen walked passed the room, calling her name. When she returned to the door and saw her standing there, her brows rose and the nun turned, surprise lighting her face for a moment. Then, she smiled shyly, lowering her eyes and beckoning to the bath with one small gesture.

"I was going to clean up a little." she told her.

Eileen said nothing else, but her eyes darkened with thinly veiled interest in the unclothed nun.

"Will you...join me?" Adella asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Eileen smiled now and tilted her head. "Is that what you really want?"

"Oh, yes."

Eileen swallowed thickly before she began to disrobe. She approached her and they took each other's hands, fingers caressing gently, almost too carefully. Eileen leaned her forehead against Adella's, shutting her eyes and taking in the lovely scent of her.

Adella was the first one in the bath and she hissed at the heat that welcomed her. She scooted forward a little to allow Eileen to join her. The Hunter also hissed sharply before she sighed with content.

"Mmm, a good hot bath." she said, with a sound of approval. "These decadent blood-thirsty things knew how to indulge, I will give them that."

Adella leaned back against her and Eileen murmured softly, her hands slipping around the nun's waist. She felt her smaller frame relaxing a little at her touch and she was relieved of it. But the scent of the nun filled her head; the Beast could smell her fear. It wasn't as strong as it had been, but she could still sense it.

"You're still afraid of me, aren't you?" Eileen asked, glancing down at her.

Adella hesitanted before she nodded. "A little, perhaps," she said. Then, she chuckled. "Can you smell my fear?"

"Yes."

Adella blinked once. Twice. She looked back at the Hunter for a moment and noticed that Eileen was absolutely serious. She glanced down, ashamed of the little joke she'd made.

"Oh..." she replied.

"I understand," Eileen continued. She didn't look disappointed. "You are honest and I appreciate that. But you are also..." She paused and faintly took in the scent of another emotion. "You still desire me."

Adella blushed now and she laughed. "Well, my feelings for you haven't changed. I think that's what frightens me most."

"Oh?" Eileen was surprised by that.

"Because all that I was taught about Beasts is false," Adella continued. "My adage, my vows are all nothing to me now. I've cast aside that which I have spent years of learning. All for the sake of love. Some would call me a traitor to the church."

Eileen sighed softly and gently kissed her cheek. "Mm, you must decide alone what you want, Adella. I cannot make that choice for you."

"I want you, Eileen. And that frightens me."

"I know..."

Eileen kissed her chin again and Adella leaned her head back for more contact. She shivered in Eileen's arms and this time, it wasn't in fear, but in anticipation for her touch.

Eileen kissed the slope of her neck, her senses alive with emotions of lust and excitement. The nun still wanted her; even after knowing what she was, she still wanted her to touch her.

That would be frightening, to anyone; changing your thoughts and feelings for a Beast hiding in human skin was a terrifying thing. But right now, Adella didn't seem to care. Instead, she took Eileen's hand and brought it between her legs so that she could see how much she wanted her.

Eileen's heart stopped for a moment, but she had no problems with what happened next. She caressed her between her legs, listening to the soft, hungry whimpers from the nun in her arms. Kissing her neck and sucking her skin had Adella melting into her. The nun reached back with one hand and held Eileen's head right there at her neck, just where she wanted.

Her fingers found no resistance when she slipped them into the nun. Adella gasped, arching into the contact. Eileen murmured gently, giving her cheek a little kiss. She moved her hand back and forth slowly, sampling that hot, wet throbbing place as it gripped her so greedily.

Adella leaned her head back, shaking from the stimulation. Eileen smiled and leaned her head down for a kiss, to which the nun responded in kind. She tilted her knee a little to the left, giving Eileen better access.

"Yes, please...!" she gasped.

Eileen granted her what she wanted; her fingers thrust faster, she sucked the skin of her neck. Adella seemed to enjoy it for a few moments before she gasped out.

"Wait! Wait...wait..."

Eileen stopped the movements of her hand, stunned by the request. Adella guided her hand away from between her legs and turned around so that she could properly face her. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze so utterly inviting and warm. She smiled, leaned close and cupped Eileen's cheeks.

"I'd...like to watch you, my Hunter." she gasped out.

Eileen's gaze softened and she looked at her with such a lovely, adoring smile. "Alright then."

Adella adjusted herself so that it brought her knee between Eileen's legs. Eileen lifted her thigh and pushed it between Adella's as well and both shifted so that they could rock against one another. Eileen's lips pursed and she gave a low, rather attractive grunt of pleasure.

She cupped the back of Adella's neck, pulling her down for a kiss. Her other hand clutched her thigh, pulling her into every movement they made.

For Adella's part, she savored being more in control; she nuzzled Eileen's chin, urging it to the side so that she could kiss her neck. Eileen's chest heaved as she breathed deep, losing herself in the motions of their bodies, the building pleasure that came much faster than it usually had for her.

Was it the fact that the nun was assuming more control? That her fear had been readily replaced with devotion to please her? Well, Eileen certainly didn't know; but if it meant that she would reap the benefits of it, who was she to really question it right now?

She wrapped her arms around Adella, holding her flush against her while both strove for completion. Eileen moaned softly and Adella responded in kind, clutching her tight.

"Mmm, yes..." Eileen gasped out, "Don't stop."

Oh, Adella had no intent on stopping. The breathless request in such a lovely, rich voice certainly threatened her resolve. She was going to finish quickly, such was how she was; she struggled to hold it back as much as she could, to allow Eileen to enjoy it longer.

"Don't do it yet, love," Eileen hissed, seeing the look of need cross Adella's face, "I'm almost there. Don't do it yet."

Adella whimpered helplessly, but held back her release with everything she had. Fortunately, it didn't take long as Eileen's features twisted and she rolled harder into her. She breathed a command to "finish" and with the needful look on her face, Adella was quite done after that.

She came then with a cry of Eileen's name and the Hunter followed soon after, groaning thickly and holding onto her tight with a few breathless gasps to follow.

"Adella..."

The way the Hunter whispered her name so reverently filled the nun's chest with warmth. She shivered, held onto Eileen as the pair worked themselves down from their release. Soothing caresses relaxed one another and Eileen smiled up at the nun, reaching up to hold the back of her neck and pull her down for a lazy kiss of teeth and tongue.

Adella laid her head down against the older woman's shoulder and felt a little tremble work itself through Eileen's body for a few moments as she took a moment to catch her breath.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Mm, more than alright," Eileen answered, with a lazy chuckle. She caught Adella's concerned gaze and smiled, raising an eyebrow. "You forget, I am much older than you."

Adella laughed a little now.

"I intended to clean myself in these bathing chambers," she murmured, against Eileen's shoulder. "Mm, but this is suits me perfectly."

"Indeed it does," Eileen replied, reaching to the side to gather a small cloth. She began to wash Adella's shoulders with it, her motions gentle and slow. "Hmm, do you feel better, love?"

"I do." Adella said, with a small, happy chuckle. "Considering the circumstances, I am quite comfortable here among you in this dreadful place."

"Yes," Eileen's voice was filled with delight; she was happy to see Adella no longer uncomfortable with her, "I am...happy you're alright."

Adella knew what she intended to say. She looked down at the older woman's hands on her shoulder, distracted with the motions of her washing. She thought of the creature that lied inside of Eileen; the enormous, frightening Beast capable of rending legions of Beasts to shreds.

But she was still Eileen.

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"As many times as I change, I risk losing a bit of myself."

Those were Eileen's words to Henryk long ago when he had first learned of her Beasthood. The affliction of what she had been made into had been a blessing in the worst circumstances, but a curse in others. She could change and lose herself a bit each time.

But it didn't mean that she didn't have ways to remind herself. As Gascoigne did with his music, Eileen did in many other ways. She would not lose herself as he had; she had grown with her affliction and had been raised to adapt to it in her way. He did not.

"The Vileblood Queen is here." Henryk's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Eileen and Adella turned when Henryk had spoken; he had been facing the stone staircase, contemplating going up, but hesitated. The two women didn't seem eager by the idea all the same. Eileen knew that while the Queen of the Vilebloods had been rendered weak, she didn't want to encounter her.

Suck a sickening display of vulgarity.

Then, she raised her head, noticing a change in the air. A heavy smell of blood that overpowered her heightened Beast senses. The smell was carried in the icy wind and with it, a euphoria that belonged to someone else. It wasn't the Vileblood Queen, but another.

Was it him at last? Was it the Bloody Crow?

Eileen moved first and the other two followed, glancing at each other only briefly. They passed a great throne positioned on the rooftops and an open doorway leading to a chamber. Eileen entered the chamber first and the smell of blood was overpowering.

She walked passed rows of statues and found Alfred's familiar shape standing before a throne that had been soaked in gore and blood. Only this time, he wore a Golden Ardeo on his head; worn by the band of Executioners commanded by the martyr Logarius. The sight was horrifying and reminded Eileen too much of the grim, blood-soaked village she'd left behind.

Alfred thrust his arms in the air with a terribly loud cackle. "Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!"

The three staring at the sight had no idea what to say or do. Eileen felt her head throbbing at the heavy scent of gore and she reached cautiously for her pistol. Alfred had clearly lost his mind to his desires, just as all Hunters had done before him.

"There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now!" Alfred snarled down at what remained of the Vileblood Queen. "Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see!"

Another cackle and Adella audibly gasped, drawing Alfred's attention to the three. He turned and shuddered once before removing the gold helmet from his head, revealing the wide, happy and blood-drunk grin on his face.

"Oh, you, is it?" he said, breathless. He gestured to what he had done with pride. "Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?"

"Wonderful?" Eileen couldn't fathom such a thing.

"Yes!" Alfred cried, gleeful. "Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! I've done it, I have!"

Eileen hissed softly. "I knew I should have strung you up, you blood-drunk madman." she spat, drawing out her pistol and sword.

Alfred laughed a little now, noticing her action. His pupils had all but collapsed and he simply backed away a few paces, unable to fathom her decision.

"Just what is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?" he asked, voice light with shock, then gradually deepening with hatred. "You're jealous, aren't you?" He pointed a shaking finger at her, nearly screaming. "Unclean wench! Vile monstrosity! Bloody fool!"

He lunged at her, knocking her down the flight of stairs. They grappled at one another, striking stone and metal horses before taking their fight out into the snow. Henryk and Adella quickly followed and found the two locked in combat. Henryk started forward to help, but Eileen rebuked him with a shout.

"No! He's mine!" she cried, struggling to hold back Alfred's newest weapon of choice - a Whirligig Saw.

"But - " Henryk started to protest.

Eileen struggled against Alfred's strength. The saw had begun spinning inches from her face before she twisted her blades, knocking him off balance. It only lasted a moment before he was upon her in a near instant, snarling with wrath and effort.

Blades contacted the saw, reflecting every swing of the weapon with expert precision, but Alfred was relentless, showing no mercy with every attack. She was skilled, but he was driven with the urge for violence and blood; he was too far gone now and only an honest death would cure him.

"I KNEW something was wrong with you!" Alfred spat, panting. "I KNEW IT!"

Eileen ignored his venomous taunts and charged with a shout of effort, swinging her blades. Alfred blocked with his gauntlet, but the blade managed to slice through the skin of his palm, fresh blood pouring from the wound. Eileen was stunned for a split second and recoiled, but Alfred kicked her in the midsection.

"I'm bleeding!" Alfred screamed, voice filled with rage and disbelief. "HOW DARE YOU!"

Eileen quickly rolled when his saw came swinging down. Again and again before leaping to her feet and swinging her swords. One blade tip sliced through his cheek, sending a spray of blood through the air. Alfred shrieked with pain and rage and clutched his face.

Adella and Henryk watched the two fighting with tense silence. Henryk clearly wanted to intervene for Eileen's safety, but she was determined to fight him herself.

Eileen was backed away by Alfred's saw, closer and closer toward the edge of the roof. She glanced over her shoulder once, then snarled and struggled to push back.

"Eileen!" Henryk shouted, moving now.

He rushed, but in that moment, Alfred shoved his saw and Eileen caught the end of the weapon with hers, mere moments as she stumbled over the edge and plummeted.

Adella screamed her name with anguish and horror, just as Alfred turned to them with a wide grin.

"I consider it a high honor to end you," he whispered, breath shaking out of him like a storm. His cheek was soaked and the blood had begun trickling down the length of his chin and neck. "Now that she's gone, I trust you'll bend just as easily."

He started forward and Henryk stepped between him and Adella. The sound of an angry snarl filled the air, but Alfred didn't seem to notice it. Henryk did and he smirked now at him.

"I think you should look again, Executioner." he said, gesturing beyond him.

Alfred frowned now and behind him, a vast shape jumped high, landing on the roof with a deep, furious snarl. It was Eileen, now fully transformed and towering over him with bright blue eyes glowing. He turned, faced her and his eyes widened with a horrified scream.

"Monster!" he shrieked. "BEAST! FILTHY ABOMINATION!"

Eileen's eyes narrowed and she gave a loud, thunderous roar, her claws swiping. Alfred had been so stunned by the sight of her condition that he took the full brunt of the attack, tumbling across the roof and falling toward the edge. He scrambled for purchase and grunted, spotting Eileen's pistol lying just within reach.

Eileen followed the direction of his eyes, bared her teeth and kicked the pistol out of his reach with her clawed feet. Advancing slowly on him she raised her claws, ready to end him, but paused and looked toward Adella and Henryk when she sensed their stares. The nun watched the sight with a mixture of fright and anguish.

Eileen's ears flattened against her head and she suddenly looked unsettled by the stare on Adella's face. While she was distracted, Alfred reached into his boot for a knife and plunged it into her ankle.

Eileen tossed her head with a loud, piercing scream of pain. She slashed out with her claws and Alfred tried to avoid them, but ended up losing his grip; he swiped wildly for purchase, his eyes widening before plummeting into the vast chasm below, screaming the entire way.

Eileen snorted gruffly, watching him as he fell. She looked toward Adella, who had begun approaching her when she wasn't prepared for it. She looked away now, eyes closing. Her hand closed over her head to hide her visage from the other woman, but Adella took her enormous hand and gently urged it away.

The sticky fur of Eileen's Beast form smelled so strong, but Adella didn't mind it much now. Eileen's piercing blue eyes were brighter as a Beast and her features looked sad, almost frightened to be looked at in such a way. She feared rejection once again, but Adella smiled gently instead.

"Well, you're still in there," she told her. "My dearest Hunter."

A soft growl answered her. Eileen's eyes relaxed and she leaned a little into Adella's hands. She did not smell fear on her now, but instead, an adoring curiosity. Eileen smiled as much as her Beast form would allow and she savored the exploring touch of Adella's hands.

My love.

Once they returned back to the castle, Eileen had resumed human form and sought suitable clothes to dress herself in; sleep robes were fine for the time being, though she found them to be a bit garish for her tastes. Adella promised to find something better for her later on.

With the Bloody Crow gone and their long journey having led them here, they decided to spend it resting for a day before continuing on.

Henryk hunted a few rabbits and cooked them over a vast stove in the kitchen. Eileen and Adella sat side-by-side at the table they'd pulled from the corner, playing with a chess board. So far, Adella was attempting to think of the next move to make and occasionally glanced up at Eileen; the Hunter's face was unreadable. She was very good at that when she needed to be.

Adella moved a piece and Eileen smiled a little before taking her piece and sliding it across the board. "Checkmate." she said.

Adella blinked in disbelief. "What?"

Eileen laughed gently. "Would you like me to show you where you went wrong?"

They chatted a bit and Henryk shook his head with a smile as he listened to their conversation in snippets.

"...I didn't even see that..." Adella said, dejectedly.

"Well, it's about seeing every available move, really. Oh, don't pout, love. It's hardly becoming."

"I'm not pouting..."

"Yes, and your lower lip hardly does that when you're happy."

Henryk turned and carried the plate of rabbit meat he'd cooked up for the three of them. They began to eat their meal and discuss what their next plan was once they'd rested up. Eileen hadn't talked about what happened on the rooftop with Alfred and she didn't seem interested in doing so.

Once it was time to sleep, Eileen and Adella took one bedroom while Henryk took the other across the corridor from them. They laid together in the old bed, watching the moon through the stained windows. A fire crackled nearby, warming the pair together.

Eileen was absently stroking her fingers through Adella's hair, relaxing her as she melted in the Hunter's arms. She was still wearing that Gods awful sleep robe that she didn't bother changing out of just yet. She was tired and would do it later.

Adella rubbed a hand along her side. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"Mm, yes," Eileen replied, thoughtfully. "A bit on my mind, perhaps."

"Me as well."

Adella watched the Hunter's face briefly; Eileen was gazing at the fire and the warm glow of it cast a pleasant, soft light on her features. She thought about the Beast she'd transformed into and considered asking her about what had happened with Alfred.

"Eileen?"

"Yes?"

"About what happened on the roof..." Adella hesitated. "You looked at me. You were frightened."

Eileen glanced down at her. "Perhaps. I thought..." Now it was her turn to hesitate. "I thought it would be like it was before. I would kill him the way I had with Micolash. Then I saw you and it brought me back from that horrible razor's edge."

Adella managed a small smile for a second. "I see. In truth, I was troubled about something else. Did you think it would be as it was with me?"

Eileen shut her eyes and a brief flicker of guilt lit her face for a moment.

"Oh, yes, I see..." Adella looked at her sadly.

She shifted a little and sought comfort on top of the older woman, giving her a kiss on her lips. It took Eileen a moment to respond and cup her cheeks gently in two hands. Once they parted, Adella looked down at her, features serious this time.

"Despite all that I've seen from you, I will not run again," she promised. "My Hunter. My dear sweet Hunter, your blood is tainted by the Scourge, there is no denying that. But I have witnessed your capacity for goodness and love." Her cheeks darkened and she lowered her eyes shyly. "And love for me came so wonderfully."

Eileen raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. She smiled a little now. "Yes, well...you make it hard to resist."

Adella giggled a little, suddenly embarrassed. She lowered her head onto Eileen's chest. "Ah, do I?" she asked.

She kissed her again and Eileen's hands explored her back in slow up and down caresses. Adella murmured with content, shivering a little when those hands slipped into the robes she wore. They smoothed a path up her arse and she felt a stab of want between her thighs.

"Hm. Again?" Eileen's voice was smoother now, filled with thunder and smoke. "I can smell it on you. Your lust. You certainly don't make an effort to hide such a thing from me, do you?"

"Oh, yes." Adella's voice was equally as low. "I want to..."

Eileen chuckled a little and felt hands cup her face. Adella's fingers began searching through her sleep clothes for some contact with her skin. Eileen's teeth lightly bit down on Adella's lower lip, perhaps in scolding. Poor dear was eager to receive her tonight. Perhaps there was something even frantic about wanting her. Did she know what was to happen once they reached their target?

Nothing was certain. Remember that.

"Calm down, love." Eileen said, her voice suddenly husky. "We've no need to rush. We have all night."

She kissed her again and Adella melted into her with a sound of approval. When they parted, a breathless smile lit Adella's face and Eileen mirrored it with one of her own. The friction between them was incredible, their chests rubbing together, teasing their sensitive bodies, but this wasn't enough. Eileen needed more and clearly, so did she. She needed to feel her skin against hers again.

Her hands begun working to slip the robes from her. Adella assisted in such an affair, reaching down to take the hems and lift; Eileen's was much easier as she wore nothing else beneath the sleep garment and it opened down the front with Adella's assistance.

The nun reached inside and teased her chest. Eileen hissed sharply at the contact. Adella ran a single fingertip over one of her nipples, teasing it to hardness. Eileen squirmed a little, unable to resist her movements.

"Shameless nun!" she hissed out, when Adella kissed her breast gently.

Adella smiled, delighting herself in the reaction. She kissed Eileen's collar bone, then her chest, all the while Eileen shuddered. The Hunter was warm, nearly burning hot as if she suffered fever. She had grown accustomed to her warmth and drew comfort in it.

A gasp escaped her when she felt fingers cup her arse and spread her before brushing against her sensitive cunt. Eileen hissed at the heat and wetness that welcomed her. The nun was already wet and ready for her touch.

"Mmm, already?" she rumbled, raising an eyebrow up at her with an affectionate smile.

"Ah, I can't h-help myself," Adella breathed, quite happy when the Hunter lightly brushed her fingertips against her. "I love it when you touch me."

Eileen made another sound; a low, rich noise that reminded the nun of a purr before she continued to stroke her a few more times, listening to the lovely sounds of Adella's breathless grunts of encouragement.

"Yes...more please!" she pleaded.

Eileen sat up now, slipping an arm around Adella's waist and pulling her tightly to her chest. Her free hand pawed Adella's backside before pulling her down further so that it brought their crotches together. After a few awkward movements, they rocked against one another, finding their rhythm.

Adella cupped Eileen's cheek, staring down into those darkened blue eyes that watched her. A few more kisses between them, subtle rocking and Adella grunted softly, brow pinching with focus as she lost herself in the feelings. They shared a deep kiss of teeth and tongue.

Eileen gasped softly, encouraging her with sweet words in her ear. The nun could barely hear them through the wonderful pleasure that clouded her senses.

"Yes, Adella..." Eileen whispered, in her ear, "Don't stop."

The nun groaned, leaning back a bit on her hands to balance herself and take more control over their movements. Eileen watched her, eyes heavy and breathless whispers of words she could barely make out. It eventually became too much and she leaned back up to put her arms around the Hunter and bury her face in her shoulder. Eileen chuckled softly, holding her close to her with no intent on letting her go.

How precious. The nun was overwhelmed by the feelings. She didn't blame her, really.

"Oh love, it's alright." she soothed, "I have you. Just hold me."

Adella moaned a wounded noise and clutched to her tightly, choking out a plea for more before they began to ride one another faster.

It didn't take much longer before Adella stiffened, crying out a wounded sound in Eileen's shoulder. The Hunter guided her hips in a few more movements before she too fell over the edge with a muffled grunt in her shoulder as well. The pair uttered several more cries and gasps, clutching one another as they took a few minutes of collecting themselves.

Eileen finally pulled back a little, smiling down at Adella and cupping her cheek for a gentle kiss. The nun shook a little, responding in kind before Eileen guided her back down to lay in the bed.

Adella wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. She stroked her hands up and down Eileen's back, feeling the rough patches of her scars in her touches.

"My dear, sweet Hunter..." she murmured, leaning her cheek in Eileen's hair.

Eileen murmured with content. "My lovely, dearest little nun." she responded, chuckling softly.

The pair enjoyed the comfort of each other's bodies intertwined in the sheets before falling asleep. Gods knew they needed it after today.