No, she is a warrior, not a whore.

"Surrender? Submission? Pft! I am a warrior, not some common whore." Sonja rejects the priestess's advice, even though each word from her mouth is tainted with agony from her ass being ripped by the golem.

Surprisingly, the servant of Bel smiles at her rejection. "You wish to pretend to be a man? So be it. I will treat you as so." And deftly slips in between Sonja's arms so that they now closely face each other.

"What are you doing whore?" Sonja demands as she pushes away from the wall a full arms length. The golem's ass fucking of her, however, slowly drives the redhead back to the wall and into the priestess's embrace. The she-bandit's breasts flatten against the blonde's sizable tits, causing the priestess to give a slight groan of approval.

Running her fingers through Sonja's crimson hair the blonde passionately kisses the brigand as her tongue eagerly caressing Sonja's. The she-bandit's eyes go wide in surprise and then close at how sweet is her lover's taste. For the first time the pain lessens. When their lips finally part the redhead can only gasp at being so kissed. "Will not Bel be displeased that you interfere with his sacrifice?" The perplexed Sonja inquires.

"Hardly." The priestess gently kisses the brigand's neck. "Bel is a god, but he is still a man, and what man wouldn't enjoy this display we now offer?" As the buxom blonde speaks she kisses down Sonja's torso, expertly fondling the redhead's breasts with her mouth, and playing with the she-bandit's erect nipples with her teeth.

"By Ishtar." Is all the redhead can groan as she feels her cunt moisten. Which summons the priestess to work her mouth down over Sonja's abdomen and finally for the blonde to drop to her knees.

"Ohhh!" Sonja loudly moans as the blonde's mouth hungrily encompasses the redhead's swollen sex. The monster, sensing the she-bandit's arousal increases its gate, fucking her ass with more powerful thrusts. The pain intensifies, but so does Sonja's hip gyrations, forcing her cunt to repeatedly go back and forth into the waiting mouth of the priestess who greedily devours the redhead with a exquisite tongue lashing of her inner most regions.

Once again the she-bandit's muscle tense and then nearly give as Sonja climaxes into her second orgasm. Immediately the golem dissolves into water and retreats to the middle of the pit, while the redhead collapses into the blonde's arms.

"By Ishtar." Sonja again gasps. "You might be a whore, but you are not common, and I am in your debt."

"Don't worry," The priestess smiles, "I will collect what is owned to me, but not now." The two women watch as the water again takes the shape of a man. "Time to offer your praises to the great god Bel with your mouth, Hyrkanian."