The faint sound of the surrounding water shifting reverberated through the enveloping darkness. Under the sloshing water her labored breathing quietly filled the pitch black room. The Lost Sinner's chains rattled across the hard stone floor. Bitterly cold air accompanied her constant suffering, as the Penal mask never let her rest. Long ago she had damned herself to this existence, having committed terrible sins that only she knew of. Left to her horrid suffering, she shambled to and fro in the horridly damp room.
Suddenly, the quiet ambience was interrupted by roaring flame. Two large braziers, suddenly set ablaze, filled the room with a radiance the Sinner had not seen in years. Subtle warmth began to fill the vast room. She took a moment to let her sunken eyes adjust to the bright flames. From beyond the fog, a figure emerged. While appearing to be a normal woman at first, soon her true form became visible. The woman had the figure of a large scorpion from the waist down, with two large and imposing stingers. The Sinner reached for her blade, ready to fight the strange intruder. Instead of preparing for battle however, the scorpioness held a hand and spoke, "Hey, calm down. I'm not here to fight you." The Sinner tilted her head in confusion, though refrained from speaking.
The Scorpioness spoke once more, "I've come for a very specific reason. I have heard of your past, and I feel much pity for you. I thought, just maybe, I could convince you to absolve your sins. I don't believe you deserve the suffering you have brought upon yourself."
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the flames above. A heavy sense of awkwardness smothered the room like a lead blanket. For the first time in a long time, the Lost Sinner spoke. "I do not know you. The fact that you believe I have any chance at redemption is foolish and ignorant. Leave before I take your head."
"I can't imagine the pain you feel. But, remember that you are the one in control of your punishment. I know you have it in you to forgive yourself.
"...Why? What brought you here? I have been forgotten, sealed away, and yet you arrive."
The scorpioness looked away with a shamed expression. She opened her mouth a moment, trying to summon the words from inside her mind. After a moment she looked back at the Sinner. "I care about you," she said. Unseen due to the iron mask, the Sinner's eyes widened with both confusion and surprise. "What do you mean?" the Sinner grunted.
"I-I mean.. I care about you! I barely know you, but still I feel a strange draw towards you. I can't help but feel pulled by some magic spell. Maybe I'm going crazy, but I knew I had to talk to you." After the scorpioness' speech, a pounding noise filled the Sinner's ears. Her heart began to beat quickly despite her mind's confusion.
"Tell me," spoke the Sinner, "what is your name?"
"Najka. Now, I ask you the same question. I only know you by your title."
"I.. I don't know. It's been so many years, I have forgotten my real name. My sins rob me of the luxury of a name. I simply don't deserve it."
Najka looked into the Sinner's eyes, peering beyond the accursed mask. She took a few steps forward, her chitinous legs clacking against the stone floor. The Sinner instinctively tensed up as she approached. Najka reached her hand towards the Sinner's face, but she quickly recoiled her head away. Najka spoke softly, "Hey. I just want to help you. Please, trust me." The Sinner reluctantly held her head still. Najka's soft hand caressed the Sinner's calloused face. The Sinner felt a sense of comfort she had not felt in years. "You know," said Najka, "I think as part of your absolvement, you need a name. A name of grace and innocence. How about Samantha?" The Lost Sinner pondered the idea. Samantha…
"I-I don't know what to say," the Sinner muttered, "I do like the sound of it." She sounded out "Samantha" once more in confirmation. "I still can't fully believe all this. My entire world is being flipped around in such a short amount of time. My heart is beating so fast…"
"One more thing I need to do for you Samantha. I need to free your face." Sam's eyes widened with shock. This was too much for her to handle. Before she knew it, Najka began to remove the bindings that kept the restrictive mask in place. Samantha's eyes began to water, "Don't look at me, I'm hideous! I can't stand you seeing the face of someone as damned as I!" she cried. Najka simply smiled.
"You are more beautiful than I imagined." She slowly leaned towards Samantha. They could feel each other's breath against their face, as warm as the heat from the flickering braziers. After a moment, they kissed. Deep and passionate, they poured all of their newfound feelings into a physical union of love. Both of them pressed against each other, their bodies squeezing together. Najka ran her fingers through Sam's long, flowing hair as they embraced. They separated for a moment, looking into each other's lustful eyes. Neither of them had felt anything like this before. "Let's take this further…" whispered Najka. Sam did not say a word, but her deep blue eyes spoke for her. The scorpioness ran her hands across the Sinner's body, feeling all the feminine curves that were hidden by her baggy clothes. She reached down to the pillory that bound Sam's hands and quickly removed them. Sam, rubbing her bruised wrists, had a sudden lustful urge overcome her. She reached towards Najka's exposed breasts, massaging and groping them. Najka arched her back as pleasure shot through her body like bolts of electricity. She softly moaned as Sam's two hands rubbed her tits. Sam could feel Najka's nipples begin to stiffen, and grinned with mischievousness. Without warning, Sam stood up and began to suck on her breast. Najka squealed in surprise as Sam's tongue caressed her nipple. She briefly stopped as they once again kissed passionately.
Najka had enough pampering and needed to return the favor. Her sharp stingers precisely tore apart Sam's already tattered clothes. Her boingy boobies flopped out, free to be enjoyed by Najka's lustful gaze. As nice and plump as they were, Najka had other plans. Her hand slid down Sam's stomach before reaching her thighs. Sam gasped as Najka teased her wet opening. Najka rubbed her clit, causing her to let out a sigh of satisfaction. Before long, she slipped a finger into Sam's incredibly wet pussy. She let out a loud moan as Najka thrust her finger in and out of her. Soon she put another finger inside her and grinned with satisfaction. Pleasure enveloped Sam's body and it was almost too much to handle. "Oh god, please keep going!" Sam begged. Sam leaned back and took a moment to process everything. Wrapped in love and lust, Sam filled her hands with Najka's round tits once again and began to work her magic. Najka, panting heavily, struggled to say, "S-Samantha, I-I love you! I LOVE YOU!" They both increased in speed and intensity and before long it was too much to handle. They both let out a synchronized "AAAAAAHHH~!" as they climaxed in unison. They breathed heavily as they sat on the stone floor. The once cold room had been filled with an intense heat.
Najka attempted to regain her composure. "Samantha… this is why I came to see you. I knew deep down, even though I barely knew you, that I loved you. I think our meeting was destiny."
"I never thought I would meet someone that cared about me. Not after everything I had done."
"I understand. Please know that your sins are part of your past, and I know you have changed for the better."
"I… I love you. Thank you for helping me. I know I won't be able to fully forgive myself for a while, but I never would have even considered this without you. Thank you, so much."
With that, the two of them wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace. Not just one of lust, but of love.
The end