After proving the virtues of friendship, she'll offer Calcott a way to make more friends

If Clara were to record her time at Calcott's cottage, it would likely be censored to little more than a single paragraph, describing how she'd briefly surrendered herself to the demon's whims as a means of getting closer to her. In reality, her time there was much more scandalous than she'd later like to admit-- and much longer. What had been intended as simply a single morning to trick the demon turned into days, as the two of them explored various sexual positions... awkwardly. It turned out that neither of them had much experience when it came to lesbian funny business, beyond Calcott's self-trained knowledge of cunnilingus.

By the morning of day 3, the high priestess lay, naked, atop the sheets of Calcott's not-so-regal double bed, which was poking feathers out randomly and creaking with the weight of someone who sometimes forgot to remove their heavy male body and armor before they went to sleep. Next to her lay Calcott, "sensually" running her disembodied head down the other girl's body and licking the sweat of the morning from her belly and breasts. "Mmmm... Morning, sleepy-head~" the dullahan grinned up at her house-guest, grinning with supreme confidence in the sensuality of her actions.

"Uh-aa-uwaaaah!" Clara cried, awakening to the sight of a severed head being rubbed up and down against her nude flesh. "Geod protect me! Geod protect me!!"

"That one's no good, huh?" Calcott pouted, plucking her head back up by one ponytail and sticking it awkwardly back atop the neck of her small, nude body. The tiny plumes of blue fire intertwined until her neckline was restored. "Mmmph. I thought it was sexy..."

"I-I'm sure it was just because I was still waking from my dreams. Yes, just a bad dream, I'm sure..." Clara lied. She wasn't sure if she'd had her lesbian awakening yet, which had made the last few days a terribly, terribly awkward test of faith. Even if she was a lesbian... it was really hard for her to get used to such behavior with a woman who was not just a demon, but an occasionally headless undead... and not just an occasionally headless undead, but a very bratty one at times. Clara thought the other girl needed a scolding matron more than she needed a sex-friend... "Wait... That gives me an idea." The high priestess sat up in the bed, shaking her wavy blond hair about herself with a thoughtful frown on her face.

Calcott gave a big yawn, having no special thoughts herself, then stood up, pressing both fists to her round hips and smiling at the sun. The grin showed her fangs and her satisfaction in her current lifestyle. "Okay, Clara! You go outside and feed Gedd and the horses. I'm going to handle the other servants today! My treat! While you're out there, bring in the male body. I was thinking it'd be fun to try drilling you with that big guy's thingy! I mean, I can't feel it when that penis touches stuff, but... you know... it'll be like a sex toy!"

Clara shuddered and knit her brow; she'd been worried that idea would come up eventually. In her limited experience, penises weren't all bad, but the idea of being plowed by a headless body, one that she couldn't even name the owner of, was too frightening. "Actually, Calcott, I had another idea. A-Aren't you getting bored of having sex with... just me...?" she questioned, severely underestimating the speed with which servicing and being serviced by her body-- that of a gorgeous, angelic goddess-- would get old.

"Not even a little bit! You were right; friends really are great! I can't wait to see the face you make the next time you squirt, ho ho ho!" The cheeky dullahan flashed her "friend" a teasing smirk.

"Y-Yes, friends are great! They're very good. What I meant to say was: wouldn't you like to make more friends? If you were to visit the town of Merridan, for instance-"

The dullahan fixed her with a wide frown, suddenly losing all her humor. "Are you stupid? There's a huge barrier over the town, one that your stupid church prayed for, as I recall. If I try to go in there, I'll burn to ****. Are you trying to get rid of me?" Her red eyes gleamed with new suspicion.

"No! If you'll let me finish, I was going to say... I've recently suspected that there may be a way for even demons to reform and pass through the barrier. It occurred to me that if we were to travel together to my original destination, we may both profit from it. You see, I was actually intending to head to the abbey where I was originally taught the lessons of Geod, which led to me being high-" Clara clapped one hand over her mouth. She still hadn't actually revealed the truth of her status within the church to her friend. "... Highly respected as a member of the church. I don't think Geod would turn you away, if you truly devoted yourself to his faith."

"Whaaa? A dullahan servant of Geod? You really are stupid..." Calcott repeated, this time with a sympathetic frown. "Dullahans are made by the demon lord, stupid."

"... And yet, I think it would be worth a shot," Clara reiterated, now moving around the room to gather things to dress into after her bath. It was getting hard to find clothes that were up to her usual standard of not soiled... "If you commune with Geod, I believe he will make the path clear to you. Surely you must trust me, as your closest friend? Trust in me and in Geod." She left out the part where she herself was having trouble trusting Geod these days...

"... Eh, what the heck? Okay! But if I don't like this abbey you're talking about, I get to take the heads of everybody there! Deal?"

Clara cleared her throat, then peeked her head out of the window, looking to the sunny sky for some hint of Geod telling her whether it was okay to make a deal wherein all of the nuns at the abbey might be beheaded due to a falling out between herself and a demon. As usual, there was no response. Smiling awkwardly, Clara turned and shook the hand of her captor. "Deal... Besides, just think about it. You could be the first dullahan servant of Geod in history. That could be grounds for sainthood."

"St. Calcott?! Yeah, I like that! I like it a lot!" the red-headed girl beamed, nodding her hair and flapping her curls. "Onward, to sainthood!"

Once Calcott was gone, the high priestess hung her head and reclined naked upon the bed, feeling as though she had a fever coming on. There was no way any historical text was going to record the merits of sainthood of a hermit who imprisoned a high priestess after beheading over forty people and entertaining herself exclusively with cunnilingus... it was simply impossible.

Morning passed with feeding, bathing, and then clothing; Calcott re-emerged in her fancy noble-woman dress and Clara in her nun's habit, which she'd washed to the best of her ability. Calcott wanted to bring her heavy armor and scythe weapon, but Clara managed to convince her that would make a bad first impression at the nunnery. "Fiiiine. Spoiled sport," Calcott pouted, leaving her scythe upon the wall of the bar, where it was juuuust too far for the head of Gedd to swing and reach it, thereby denying him the chance to cut himself free from where he'd been strung form the ceiling.

"Thank you again for the use of your horse," Clara thanked the dullahan, wrapping her hand about the silk corset covering Calcott's cute waist. "He's quite a large fellow, isn't he?"

"Heh! You were thinking it's weird that I haven't beheaded him and tried using his body yet, right?"

"N-No! Goodness no! That would be a terribly strange thing to do!"

"O-O-Ooooh? Well, I have never thought of doing that before either, until just this very point! It's only natural that classy women such as ourselves would share that commonality! I've literally never thought about putting my head on a horse's body until this past moment, when I mentioned it as a j-joke!" Calcott laughed nervously. "Friends laugh at each other's jokes, Clara!"

Clara did her best to laugh. The two set off on a strangely jovial trip-- the high priestess and the demon dullahan, bound for an abbey somewhere off the outskirts of the forest north of Merridan.