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Chapter 22: True Love's Union

Hessa led the way out of the crypt by smelling for the path she had taken earlier. By way of multitasking, her mind returned to the kiss. The half demoness thanked the old gods and the new above and below that Nothile didn't have her sense of smell. Thinking of Nothile's lips on hers made her think of other things, all of which included her becoming a true, full grown demonic.

At last, the two came to the exit of the catacomb. Nothile had also been silent with his own thoughts. He had also been thinking about the kiss. The High Priest grew hard at the remembrance of Hessa's soft lips.

"(Well, here is where we should part ways.)" Hessa suggested, half-hoping Nothile would refuse.

Nothile wrapped his arms around Hessa's waist, pulling them together. Hessa struggled to hide a groan as Nothile's bulge met her clothed groin. With internal delight, Hessa could feel Nothile's arousal. Nothile bent his head so that his mouth was next to her left puppy ear.

"(I believe that we both have other things on our minds. Things that would harm us if ignored.)" Nothile subtly suggested.

Hessa nervously replied, "(I suppose so. Earlier, I saw that the room we shared when I was Serina was still intact.)"

"(Mm, so many ideas, so little time. It would be nice if I could have relations with my true love in that room, to pay my respects to an era long gone, before moving on with my life. What say you, My Dearest Moon?)" Nothile said.

Hessa replied, uneasy, "(I say that it is a very...sensitive idea to mourn the loss of a great era like that.)"

Nothile's eyebrows took on a look of concern. The High Priest knew something was wrong. The Serina he knew would never be nervous about rutting with him. Why was Hessa different in that?

"(What is the matter?)" Nothile asked, concerned.

"(One thing you need to know is that I am not exactly...experienced.)" Hessa admitted.

Nothile's concern grew as he asked, "(What would you call experienced?)"

Hessa clenched her eyes shut and replied, "(At least one time.)"

Nothile's eyes widened and he returned, "(You are still pure?)"

Hessa nodded and stated, "(The modern word is a) virgin."

Nothile felt his heart go two different ways. It sank at the thought that Hessa was ashamed to be pure and he could see tears form at her eyes. It soared at the fact that he could be Hessa's first. Nothile wrapped his arms tighter around Hessa's waist and repositioned his head to nuzzle the sweet spot on her neck.

"(If you are unhappy being a) virgin, (I would be more than happy to fix that for you.)" Nothile offered.

"(Ever since I turned fourteen, I have wanted to have the honor of being an adult demonic, but something always told me to wait.)" Hessa confessed.

Nothile pressed, "(And now?)"

Hessa opened her eyes and replied, "(The something that told me to wait is saying that the wait is over and to enjoy my reward for being patient.)"

Nothile smirked. He considered being a woman's first an honor. He straightened and led Hessa by the hand to the room that used to be theirs. The High Priest unlocked the door with ease.

Nothile looked around the room. His heart began to ache at the memories acquired in these familiar surroundings. Nothile physically shook his head to get himself to refocus on his current agenda. He turned to Hessa, wrapped an arm around her waist and another drawing her head to him, and kissed her.