Leanna nodded when he asked if she wanted a bedroll. She was expecting him to take it behind the wagon or something, so that she could have privacy, but he just stood there with it.<br/><br/>It looked like a plain leather bedroll, lined with fur. However, there was a strange smell on it that was unknown to her. She wondered what it was, but didn't have time to think about it too much, as she finally understood why he hadn't led her behind the wagon.<br/><br/>He wanted to see it! That pervert of a rat! She couldn't believe she had fallen for this trick of his! And then she saw the bulge in his robes, just as Brother Petrick had had one. He was being aroused by this! Staring at his bulge, she felt a slight tingling in her nether region, and immediately looked away, ashamed she would think that way about something that wasn't even human.<br/><br/>However, Leanna was past the point of no return - she was going to do this, both out of necessity and because of the small amount of lust and corruption she'd ingested. But she knew she had to do this.<br/><br/>"I'm not a liar, but very well," she said coldly, and spread the bedroll out on the ground, next to the fire, so that she could stay warm. Looking at him with a light flush in her cheeks, she lay down on it, thinking back to when the sisters were washing her, and how good it felt on her sensitive pale skin. She let her fingers trace over her body like they had, closing her eyes and shivering slightly from the sensation. Slowly, her hands lifted up the under-robe she wore, her soft fingers grazing along the smooth ivory skin of her flat stomach. Sighing, the Priestess looked at Rathazul, unable to take her eyes off the slowly-growing bulge in his robes, thinking about what a dirty old pervert she was as her body was rocked with another shiver of pleasure.<br/><br/>Slowly, the Priestess moved her hands down to her loincloth, slowly exploring the folded linen and feeling the mildly damp spot that had somehow appeared there. She slipped her fingers over it, her body urging her to press against the slender digits, which she did. Pressing them slightly against her groin, she gave a sigh of pleasure as her body rewarded her with a rush of feeling. Slowly, she began to massage herself down there, moving in small, delicate circles. Feeling the pleasure build after a few minutes, along with the dampness of the cloth, she finally proceeded.<br/><br/>A soft white hand slipped underneath her loincloth, giving Leanna a slight feeling of guilt but also a rush of excitement as she finally got to do what Mother Superior would have never let her do. Her fingers felt her smooth lower abdomen, slowly moving further down and down until finally she touched the soft skin of her moist sex. Leanna's other hand gripped the purple grass excitedly as her exploring fingers edged closer and closer, finally fully touching her pink lips and taking a moment to savor the feeling.<br/><br/>She felt the warm wetness on her fingers, her pink vagina eagerly awaiting the attention. She once more started circling her fingers around, feeling how easily they glided over her lubricated lips. Groaning from another sudden rush of pleasure, Leanna quietly continued to massage herself. Midway through, she remembered she actually had to use the cloth he'd given her, so she quickly pulled her hand out, hooking her fingers under her loincloth and sliding it off to reveal her soft pale lips for the dark, evil world to see. They glistened slightly in the light of the fire as the Priestess took the cloth, lying down next to her, and pressing it to her sex, giving another moan.<br/><br/>She was amazed at the feelings it produced in her; it seemed no matter what kind of touch it was, it felt incredibly pleasurable. She now understood why so many people in the world had acted so lecherously. Her fingers returned to their original position, sliding between the white cloth and her body to continue to massage her deprived sex.<br/><br/>The pleasure continued to mount more and more, her fingers now speeding up their rubbing as she began to isolate one part that felt especially good under her touch. Leanna let out another quiet moan, arching her back slightly. Her fingers were now working furiously at her sex, rubbing so quickly back and forth - she moaned again and again, unable to stop herself from expressing how much ecstasy she felt. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter as she continued, her fingers flying over her drenched cunt. Soon, she started to feeling something else building in her loins, however. It felt like she had to pee, yet she persisted, sure that Rathazul wanted this. She heard some noises coming from him but ignored them, her mind full of images of Brother Petrick and the bulge on Rathazul's robes. The feeling continued to build and build and build, until she finally couldn't take it anymore, and practically screamed as a torrent of pleasure washed over her entire body, her fingers still rapidly rubbing her cunt, which squirted her fluids all over the cloth. She continued rubbing for another minute or so, moaning and groaning as she arched her back, pressing the cloth into her warm groin to soak up as much of her juices as possible for that dirty rat.