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You do not get much in the way of sleep that night.
Ten men received the invitation to your tent. They lacked the ring that marked them as having a mate to come home to when their mission ends, and by their commander's word they may suffer from the turmoil born of lust. Seven now have joined you in your tent. Each of them began to swell visibly with their pent up desires the moment they laid eyes upon you. The burning incense in each corn of your bedroom helps them along. Their eyes go wide and their pupils dilate as the heady stimulant among the smoke lulls them into a relaxed state where their repressed desires can more easily bubble to the surface of their higher thoughts.
You sit upon your bed clad only in what you wore when you emerged from the ripened fruit in which you gestated. That is to say, you wear nothing but the stares of the men standing awkwardly around your bed, their lustful eyes covering your body more thoroughly than the clothes worn by the <span class="mu-i">Banat Shajarat al-Haya</span> who live in the lands west of Giskonis. The pink blossoms that crown the buds of your petite chest stand up in anticipation for the night's fun, while the bare and rosy flower between your legs has already begun to leak sweet nectar. Despite the chill of the night, your body trembles in excitement. It has been two incredibly <span class="mu-i">long</span> weeks since you fulfilled your duties as a priestess.
If you looked into the mirror, you would find the unmistakable gaze of an eager whore staring back at you.
A fact that suits you just fine. You are a priestess, but you are also a whore.
"Come now, there is no place in this tent for earthly shame," your whisper carries through the tent. The way you speak has changed to how the more senior Daughters of Irminsul taught you. Your tone purrs with promise, and your meter makes for a hypnotic rhythm in every word. The men nod their heads, acknowledging your words without giving them a second thought. "Divest yourselves of your protections as I have. You need not worry about what lies beneath. It matters not if you are beautiful, ugly, or riddled with scars. I promise you this..."
You close your eyes take a deep breath of the incense, allowing your higher thoughts to become lost in the haze of pleasure. After all, this isn't just for the sake of the men. You have your own needs, your own earthly desires, and you fully intend to cleanse them tonight.
When you open your eyes again, pink hearts glow within your pupils with the same intense light as the Divine Beast's mark upon your lower stomach. You thrust out your petite chest with a lurid and needy smile, and spread your legs apart. Your pale skin is flushed with naked desire, and your posture is an open invitation for anyone brave enough to take you up on it. Every eye in the room but your own greedily traces the rivulet of lust that slowly falls from your lower lips, and stains the sheets of your bed.
"I will use this lewd body of mine to cleanse you of all your desires."
