Calcott will give friendship a chance

"... All you heads, quit listening for a minute." Despite Calcott's instructions, the heads really had no way to avoid listening other than to hum loudly and try not to eavesdrop. Clara soon found herself dearly wishing Calcott hadn't given that instruction, as a cacophony of head-humming filled the room. The mistress of the house ended up yelling over all of them and thus, was heard anyway. "I'M WILLING TO GIVE IT A SHOT! BUT IF YOUR FRIEND SEX SUCKS THEN YOU'RE GOING TO END UP AS A HEAD ON MY WALL AND I'M JUST GONNA TAKE THAT SEXY BODY OF YOURS!"

Somehow, the terms of the arrangement had gotten pretty dangerous... but Clara nodded regardless. She had faith... faith in her own abilities, anyway. Lately, the jury was out on whether the deity she'd always worshiped had her best interests in mind. "Have faith, my child." It still felt weird to call a demon "my child," a phrase that was generally reserved for creatures created by Geod that served as the church's flock.

"So uh... I mean... Are we just gonna um..."

"Ah, well... you're the genius so... I figured I would follow your lead..."

"Right, so we just... bump..."

"Bump?"

"Bump uglies, right?" Calcotte lowered her eyebrow and glared at her "friend," as though already doubting Clara in light of the hesitance she was showing.

"Oh." Clara found herself growing very red in spite of herself... so far, she'd had two sexual encounters in all of her life: one at the gloryhole and another with Cherubin in her priestess' office. Both of those involved dicks. To be honest, this would be easier for Clara if Calcott would go back outside and grab that large, male body from earlier to wear while they had sex. "... Well... As a friend, I feel I should tell you that I am sensing neither of us are particularly... 'in the mood' just yet. We may need some mood-making first. How do you usually do it?"

"Easy: I just grab a head off the shelf and order him to start licking! That's why slaves are so great! I just tell him: 'little to the right, little to the left. Right there!' And keep going till we're done."

Clara winced, thinking to herself how hard all of the heads in here had it up till this point. She really did owe it to them to set them free somehow... "W-Well... I was thinking something a tad more romantic?" It was tricky... right now, she didn't have any romantic feelings towards the demon at all. In fact, she barely thought of the girl as a potential friend. She surely didn't think of her as a desirable sex object. "No... it's okay. All I need to do is think of what her regular sex is missing and help her with it..." She stared into the demon's impatient face... then approached slowly. With a serious frown that belay her own bashfulness, the priestess suddenly grasped Calcott's pink, frowning lips with her own full ones.

The other girl gasped, but Clara didn't stop. She added the missing elements... one hand on the small of the back, to pull Calcott in close... Then another beneath Calcott's vibrantly red hair on the left side, caressing the girl's cheek softly with thin, feminine fingers. The heads had stopped humming and had all gone quiet, as several among them began to wish they had dicks to stroke... Clara had already moved, perhaps impatiently, to pulling free the laces on the back of Calcott's dress.

For her part, the dullahan wasn't doing a thing to slow or stop the priestess. It had been a pretty long time since she'd had a sexual experience with anything that had a body... as if remembering what a body was, she curiously grasped hold of each of Clara's wide hips, then squeezed her buttocks. The high priestess gasped slightly... even that was a new experience for Calcott. In actuality... heads didn't have a lot of erogenous zones she could use to spur a sexual reaction, surprisingly enough. As her dress fell to the floor, revealing a cutesy black, lace bra and panty set and a very short body, the dullahan eagerly began to squeeze Clara's breasts, wondering what sort of reaction she'd get this time. The increased intensity of Clara's gasping didn't disappoint... Calcott eagerly lifted the nun habit out of the way, her eyes widening as she saw the thinner fabric of the under-robe. She hurried to pull that off too, causing Clara to draw back her head and shake it back and forth in protest, as her vision was obscured by a wall of white fabric.

With that off, Clara's fair skin and ridiculous body, the pride of the Holy Church of Merridan and all of the angels, was revealed, clad only in a white lingerie set, upon which was embroidered the golden cross of the church. "Wow... Y-You dress pretty fancy for a regular nun..." Calcott wasn't complaining though; she eagerly went back to squeezing the high priestess' body, enjoying the unfamiliar softness and burying her face in the huge bosom of her friend with benefits. "Eh.. ehehe... I-I guess I can start to see the appeal of this~"

Clara, for her part, wasn't doing a lot to reciprocate any more; she'd leaned her butt against the small, circular dining table and had begun to clutch the lip of the table with both hands, while biting her lip to avoid moaning.

Calcott's hands had moved from squeezing to teasing now, pushing fingers against the softness of the undercarriage of her panties, while the other hand pushed aside Clara's bra to begin teasing her obscene, semi-inverted nipple beneath. "I've never seen ones like this! Does it... pop out?" Not waiting for the answer- which Clara was too bashful to offer- the dullahan mistress began to tease the tip by rubbing her thumb over it. Part of her knew that if the heads saw her using her own mouth to pleasure somebody, they weren't going to let her live it down... but she couldn't help it! She began sucking on the nipple, eager to pull the tip out of its hiding place.

The high priestess ended up reclined with her back against the table and her arms above her head, as the other girl climbed her way on top with her feet hanging off the sides. The wooden table creaked at their combined weight, along with their motion, as the dullahan eagerly rubbed the priestess' slit beneath the heart-and-cross shape adorning her overly erotic panties, all the while sucking at her magnificently voluminous bosom. She let up for a moment to giggle and stare Clara in the face. "Ho ho ho ho... I'm really glad I didn't cut off your head and leave that body of yours with the cart. That would have been a huuuuge waste. You were right... having a friend like this is way more fun!"

Clara wasn't entirely sure it was normal for one's gal pal to grin sadistically and ignore the shuddering and moaning of their partner while sexually bullying them, but then, what did she know about lesbian romances? She hadn't even been aware it was possible for another girl to get her this aroused before this point, but lo and behold... the front of her panties were getting very damp. It wasn't the worst feeling in the world, though, being teased like this. Far preferable to being beheaded, anyway.

"I think it's time these came off!" The dullahan jumped off the table, then eagerly slipped the panties off Clara's lower half. With the other girl now exposed, Calcott admired the that strangely erotic nun's most private area: pink, soft, and still quite virgin in its reactions (though less so than it would have been a few days ago). With a big grin, Calcott moved two fingers onto it and rubbed it, enjoying watching Clara's legs buck... then she began to push the lips apart with two fingers. For the first time in her life, she became just the same as her collection of heads; she pressed one hand to each of Clara's plump thighs, then began to lick the woman's pussy. Ridiculously, she tried to talk around it. "Fun! It's super fun, Priestess! You were-" she paused, giving a wet slurp, "-right! This is way more fun!"

"Oooo-ooooh, Geod!" The priestess turned her eyes to the ceiling as a demon licked her closer and closer to orgasm... It only made sense that this dullahan, who lived exclusively off of cunnilingus, would be this good at it. Still, part of Clara had been hoping that the demon would be ineffective so that they could disengage without the indignity of her squirting in front of a demon and her shelves full of enslaved, disembodied heads. It would be just her luck if she ended up becoming a sex **** after teaching Calcott the glories of friendship...

As Clara's mouth opened into a cry of ecstasy and an orgasm rocked her body, she grabbed one fist onto the table and the other into her hair. Calcott giggled as Clara's love juices sprayed onto her floor; she didn't even care that she'd have to be the one to clean it up later.

Was this Geod converting Calcott from a life of beheading strangers for the glory of the Demon Lord? Was this his plan to stop her from creating a stock of doomed heads and having them sexually indulge her as undying slaves? Was his intention to show that even demons and angels could intermingle and form an understanding in the harmony of intercourse?

Or was Geod just getting his holy rocks off?

It was always so hard to tell.