That night, Kelethia stared absently at the steam rising from the bathtub. She could not stop thinking about it. After she returned to the abbey, she tried to read her book again - the book that was supposed to teach her about holiness, discipline, and purity. But all she could think about was that thick, hard shaft churning in and out of Drusilla's willing slit. And the more she thought about that, the wetter her own slit became. She wanted to rub herself again, but she knew that wasn't right. If she succumbed to pleasure, what would stop her from doing it again, and again, and again? She would become a slave to it, perhaps ending out naked on the forest floor like Drusilla, spreading her legs apart for the young men who would mate with her. That was a wicked thought, but it made her wet nonetheless.
With a sigh, she shrugged her robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. She lowered her body into the soapy, steamy water, savoring the way the warmth rose up around her, enveloping her, relaxing her. She sighed again, resting her head against the edge of the tub, her mind drifting inexorably back to the morning scene. The savage hunger on the lumberjack's face as he plunged inside Drusilla's sex. The blissful expression on Drusilla's face as she let him do it. Kelethia's fingers drifted down to her crotch.
It was happening again. Aching, throbbing hunger, spreading through her belly, up to her breasts. When she looked down, she saw that her nipples had swelled. Her ring finger grazed her left nipple; it was stiff and hard, and grew even more so as she began to stroke it. The fingers on her right hand were now sliding against her crotch, stirring her clitoris until it emerged, swollen and eager. When she touched it, a low moan escaped from her open mouth, and she instinctively looked around the room to see if anyone had heard.
Drusilla was standing inside the doorway, a devious smile on her lips.
Kelethia gasped and sat up straight in the tub, crossing her arms over her breasts. "I...I'm taking a bath," she said, as if that wasn't obvious.
Drusilla walked toward her, still smiling. She was wearing a loose, crimson robe that hung partly open, revealing the inner curves of her breasts. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."
Kelethia warily watched the raven-haired herbalist approached her. Should she try to escape? Or call for help?
"I just want to talk with you," said Drusilla, her voice soft and silky. She had reached the edge of the bathtub now. When she leaned down to pick up a nearby sponge, her robe fell further apart. "About what you saw in the forest today..."
Kelethia said nothing, but her mind was racing. Perhaps Drusilla had simply come to apologize for her wild behavior, but there was something suspicious about the way she was acting. Kelethia kept her hands on her breasts, nervously guarding herself against this depraved woman.
Drusilla sat at the edge of the tub and absently dipped the sponge into the steamy water. "I'm guessing that was the first time you had ever seen a man and a woman together like that."
Kelethia nodded mutely, resisting the urge to flinch as Drusilla brought the sponge to her bare shoulder and squeezed it. She felt rivulets of hot water trickling down her body.
"It must have been quite shocking for you."
The young priestess nodded again, watching the sponge descend into the water again. Soon there were more hot trickles across her bare flesh.
"And maybe a little exciting, too?"
Kelethia did not respond. Drusilla knew very well that Kelethia had been unable to pry her gaze away from the mating couple, and that their lust had inspired hers as well.
"It's perfectly natural, nothing to be embarrassed about."
"It's wrong," said Kelethia quietly.
"Why is that?" asked Drusilla, brushing the sponge across Kelethia's arms, which were still protecting her breasts. "Because someone told you so? What do you really know about intimacy and pleasure?"
The young priestess frowned silently.
Drusilla smiled, caressing the base of Kelethia's neck with the wet sponge. "I know a great deal about these things. If I want a man, I know how to seduce him - how to make him want me more than anything else. I can make men break their vows, abandon their loyalties, and sacrifice everything just to sink their swollen organs into my body."
