You nod, and Mercy lets out a defeated sigh, but doesn't look away as Amanda smiles. Her wet robes are discarded with maximum efficiency, the whole ensemble sliding down her slick body in one piece.

The body underneath glistens in the sunlight, droplets of water still clinging to her skin. Her hair hangs heavy along her back. Mercy's eyes follow her curves as much as yours do. Amanda blushes under both of your gazes, but remains standing proud as she approaches you.

“Is it OK if Pet stays away for now?” she asks you, whispering into your ears. You're a little disappointed, but Pet is fun because of how into it Amanda is, and you don't want to spoil that, so you nod. Amanda rewards you with a dazzling smile and then whisper again.

“That doesn't mean I don't want you to *CENSORED* ,” she shudders at the words, and for a second you think she's going to lose control and Pet is going to come out anyway, but she continues after taking a moment to collect herself. “But I really want you to *CENSORED* me as me first. It's my... I've never been with someone properly before.”

You nod in understanding, but when Amanda turns from you and kneels down on her hands and knees so she can stare up at Mercy, you frown a little in worry. You're at least 90% sure that it wasn't healthy for humans to act like this. Not that you're complaining, mind. But you don't want to do something that will come back to hurt her, and no human should be this willing to *CENSORED* .

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*CENSORED*

So sue you. You're still a hormonal male with a willing female desperate to be *CENSORED* right in front of you.

*CENSORED*

*CENSORED*

*CENSORED*

*CENSORED*

Both of you look up at Mercy, who's eyes are closed. Her face is half turned away too, but her skin has settled down to a light green, tarnished only by a more natural flush across her elegant cheeks. Her hands were still bound above her head, although the vines relax as you watch, allowing her feet to flatten against the ground. Within a few seconds, Mercy was released enough to wriggle her wrists free. Only then did she open her eyes. She looks at Amanda first.

“Are you satisfied with my punishment?”

Amanda rubs the back of her neck and then nods. “So long as you remember I'm Red's, not yours. Whatever you work out between each other is nothing to do with me, but I'm not for sale, nor for use.” She pauses, and her eyes flick over Mercy's nude body. Her blush returns and she amends “Not for use without my permission.”

She then walks to the bank of the river and begins to clean the residue of your passion from her body.

You look up at Mercy. “Will there be more problems?”

She wilts. “No. I don't think so. But it's probably best if... When we get to your lair, if I slept away from everyone. Especially you. And... I'll go out, to feed. That should be enough.”

You nod. “And you still wont say what the issue is?”

She shakes her head. “No. You will probably figure it out at some point, but just trust me when I say if I know that you know, things get harder for me and, by extension, you. Just leave it. Please.”

“Very well,” you reply, nonplussed, but as soon as Amanda rejoins the pair of you, you fill your water-skins, drink deep of the river, and move on.