Vasha chuckles delightfully, stroking Luke's cheek. "My sweet Luke... I know who you are deep down. You'd never rape anyone. And you couldn't rape me, since that would require me to not want you." The inquisitor is keenly aware of his cock rubbing against her belly.
The beautiful blonde moves atop him, straddling him, as her fingers trace along the intricate designs on his chest. "Beautiful... What do they mean?" She asks.
She sees the scholar there, following the prints as well. "Oh, Natasha, thank God." He gives a sigh of relief.
Luke closed his eyes for a moment, his lips kissing the hand stroking his scars, 'Lord forgive me, what are you doing to me, Vasha?'
Natasha gives a sigh of relief too. That adventure begins to give big effect on her psychic.
"I'm setting you free." She smiles, and kisses him passionately, more passionately than he'd ever imagined in his lonely nights in the Schola. Her flimsy garments easily come free, and suddenly he's feeling her breasts, so soft and full and he feels a type of electricity run up his body at even being able to touch such a woman. "No one can see us here..." Vasha moans between kisses. "Not your priests, or your church, or even your God. So be mine, tonight..." She mutters breathlessly.
"Fuck!" She cries out, covering her mouth as people move to look.
"I-uh... Yeah, we could do that." He nods, a little nervous. It's certainly doable, if quite dangerous, since they could fall from a high distance.
Too bad that they don't have any climb equipment or at least some rope to tied themselves together. Natasha put her sword in belts and split on her hands, to get ready for climb.
Luke kissed her clumsily but enthusiasticly, a horny teenager with years of pent-up lust. Every woman he had ever coveted, be they nuns in the schola, passers-by on the street or even Mother Louisa, personified in the Isis priestess.
Eloise muffles a scream, and though the people at street level don't seem to notice, Mori hears movement from the balcony below.
"You've already broken your vows by wanting me. By wanting her." For a moment, her short hair grows long and blonde, and he realises that he's kissing Louisa, before her form shifts back to the Egyptian beauty he knows. "What's one more broken rule?" She shifts her position, until he feels his cock pressing against her entrance, lips wet with desire for him. "I want you, Luke, and you want me back. This isn't just right...It's holy. Now...be mine."
"Mmmph!" She muffles her cries. "You're such a, ungh, dick..."
They made short break to relax and regenerate their stamina. Natasha drink water from her cantine and offer to Max.
"Heh, I would have said something similar." Max eagerly takes a drink. "Crazy or not, I'm glad you're here." He smiles. Together, they manage to make it up. They find themselves in a thin but long tunnel, running alongside a passage. Through slits, Natasha can see the library below, and spot several monsters. On the other side of the wall, she hears a low growl.