Chapter 21: Confession And Confessional(18+)
Chapter 21: Confession And Confessional(18+)
Inspecting the decorated dining with golden pillars standing tall, her curiosity grew further under the flickering lights of numerous glass chandeliers. A hint of elegance trailed around the place, and the carpeted red floor only polished things further.
"I-I..." Curling up his fingers Amedith gathered his courage and looked up to Mel's face. Fairer than any with a rosy flush to her cheeks, she appeared like a cupid. And with a tiara of flowers on her crown as well as the elven white dress laden on her body, she felt and seemed no different to him than the goddess herself. But alas, it was time to get things out or this trip to an expensive diner would've been for nothing.
Watching Amedith furling up the tablecloth with his fingers curled, Mel took a sip of her bubbling wine–waiting for him to finally answer her.
"We've been together since as long as I can remember and..." Holding his shivering right hand forward, the Hero took a gulp and looked her right in the eye. "I've always loved you, ever since the start."
Freezing to those words with the wine glass touching her lips, Mel's eyes widened with surprise even though she knew this day was coming. Feeling unsure by the sudden confession, she didn't know what to say.
"Amedith, I..." Putting down the glass, she looked down over to his hand extended in her direction. It was clear that he wanted her to hold it if she felt the same or else let him know what she thought of him.
"I don't know, this is a bit sudden," looking away for a spell, she shook her head as if to brush off the effects of alcohol that was blinding her judgment.
"Do you mean..." His lips pressed shut, Amedith began retreating his hand with a dejected look reflected in his eyes.
"No, wait–" Grabbing Amedith's hand with one hand and picking up the wine glass with the other, she downed the entire thing before looking into his eyes again. "I love you too, it was just a bit...unexpected I guess."
Smiling at the man in front of her, she pulled him towards herself while also leaning towards him over the table. Without wasting another second on doubts, she pressed her rosy lips against Amedith's and locked their fingers together on both hands.
Being the one surprised now, Amedith's body froze as Mel slowly pulled away and settled back down on her chair. Sitting in his spot as well, he kept staring at her with a bright blush and she returned his look of shock with an embarrassed look on her face. The two were in love but they had no clue how to express it. However, thankfully for them, the demi-human waiter broke the awkward silence.
"Would you like more wine, sir? Ma'am?" Pulled out of their thoughts with his questions, their bodies jolted straight.
Blinking their eyes at each other, the two kept staring for a moment before a shared laugh left through their lips. The waiter, more than a bit confused, awkwardly scratched the side of his face as he decided to leave the two alone. Left to their own company, the duo of doves kept admiring each other, even locking their fingers once more, both Amedith and Mel spent the rest of their time airing their feelings for each other.
From how long they'd waited for this day to how terrified they were by possible rejection. But more importantly, no longer fearing it, the two felt much lighter in the knowledge that the other person felt the same way.
"Say, where do you think those two are?" Far away from the two love birds, Aria flipped to the side of her bed to glance at Erica lying on her bed in the other corner. "I know Raven's always been a loose cannon, but Mel never goes around without telling us."
Rubbing an ice pack on her feverish head, Erica only wheezed through her lips in response. Her stay inside the confessional had affected her body poorly, as for her soul and mind; they too were tired from listening to the desperate fantasies of her horny town's men and women. Many of whom were being tugged towards adulterous thoughts, not for some stranger to Erica but a man she knew, Raven–the playboy adventurer who'd escaped death once.
"Oi, answer me you bimbo..." Slipping out of bed, Aria moved closer to the wheezing priestess. Stopping right beside her, she watched as her chest rose up high, nearly knocking off the button on her striped blue nightdress. "Gods, don't tell me you've been seriously working that fever since yesterday."
"S-shut u-up..." Erica sighed, a cold bead of her own sweat making her shiver.
Rolling her eyes to the priestess, Aria couldn't help airing complaints.
"Get over it, sex is normal, okay? People cheat all the time, and if your body breaks into sweats after just listening to that stuff, you probably shouldn't go into that confessional at all," her complaints were valid and the priestess knew it, but having had this conversation often since they shared the room, Erica knew exactly what her next words were gonna be. "Besides you don't have to abstain after all that, just use your fingers for a bit, maybe a toy? I heard the succubus's maze has plenty or better yet get a guy and spread those legs of yours, I bet it's drier than a well in a desert down there. Let a guy pitch it with some liquid."
"Stop!" Being fed those thoughts, Erica shook her head left and right trying to drive them all away.
Rolling her eyes to her childish view of the world, Aria leaned closer to her ears to whisper something in a tease.
"I bet Mel and Amedith are doing it behind our backs too, why else would they go missing right now?" Breathing into the priestess's ears, Aria muffled a laugh and continued. "Even the goddess rode her lover like a cow before she gave birth to our world, didn't she?"
Shrinking more and more into her blanket, Erica covered her ears to shield herself from the blasphemy Aria had made up by twisting the text of origin; and yet as the day went on the prospect of at least touching herself for the first time grew more and more inviting.
'No! No! No!' Screaming inside her head, she kept those urges in check, however with confessional duty set to every week's end, she knew it was only a matter of time before those feelings returned.