Jaspernon The Prince : The Rise of the Cult of the Goddess: Ch.2 The Tower : Part 1 (Section 2)
A worried look came over the prince. Perhaps he had indeed lost some of the Priestess’s goodwill. They had been just words to him. He was hardly going to carry his threats out. But she probably did not know him well enough yet to know that. She was such a beauty he could not help provoking her because he desired her so much. He knew she felt something for him too. That gave him the confidence and assurance to push her. But there might be a limit. He had better be more careful with her. “I had better run after her.”
Jaspernon went to look at the beautiful pornographical paintings of his family’s past in the locked tower room quite often at that time. He could not resist the sense of sexual freedom they represented and the thrill which the breaking of so many taboos gave him. He imagined himself as the King portrayed in one of the pictures who approached his concubines to select which ones he would place his penis in. In the next picture the King was portrayed mounting one of the women while another engaged him in a long erotic kiss, and other concubines stroked him and each other all around. Jaspernon removed his excitable cock from his breaches and, impervious to the danger of discovery, began to mould it, all stirred up by the scenes he saw around him and other scenes resulting from them, which only he could imagine.
Jaspernon and the King had given the High Priestess Patience another room in the same tower as the locked room, to stay in when she was at court. He left the door open and she heard his sounds when she opened her door, emanating down the stairs. She heard rustling sounds and the beating against boxes, heavy breath and a gentle moan. Wondering what it was she climbed the stairs curiously, peered in and saw him there. The young Prince was partly naked, his breaches down his legs, lying on some cushions amongst the boxes, and looking intently at the forbidden paintings. In some shock she saw the stiffened penis he held, his own, for never had she seen any man’s erect penis, except in those paintings Jaspernon had revealed to her on the previous occasion she had come into this room. His eyes met hers immediately as she appeared, and she was about to ask if he was well, but the words stuck in her suddenly dry throat and would not come out. But something, maybe fascination at the sight of his enlarged penis, prevented her from fleeing straight away. He continued without stopping when he saw her and called to her, “Come and join me Patience. We could do this together, or take your robe off and let me look at you, while I finish.”
She stayed transfixed, but would not do as he bade. Still the words would not come and she knew not what to say. There was not long for the impasse to continue, because very quickly the strokes upon his penis became faster and wilder, while his hips rose up, and he moaned. He looked at her fully. It was as if he cast a spell in which she could not escape. The demon was inside him and his arm and his legs seemed to shake uncontrollably, as if in a fit, and the white sticky fluid came out of his big handsome penis and squirted up in mid air onto his belly and fell back onto his big thing, running down its sides, like a volcano having erupted. It was a splendid thing to see, some act of nature she had only barely imagined, but she knew she should not have seen it, and she knew not what to say of it. In the only way she knew, the friendly, hardworking High Priestess was for once lost for words. She knew not what to say. She was like a child again in just those couple of minutes.
She turned tail and ran down the stairs, being sure to close her own room door and retreat into her privacy once again, to think, and eventually to plan what she should do next. She would have to think before she would be able to speak to the young Prince again. Maybe she should leave this hotbed of sins and carnality, or maybe there was some way of rising above it or at least coming to terms with it or understanding what it was.
She lay on her bed, with the door closed, hoping for sleep. After sleep would come calm to settle her troubled mind. But sleep would not come. Her thoughts were turmoil. She had felt so sure of her purpose here in the court of the King, serving her Goddess by influencing and ministering to the leaders and influential of Pirion and the City of Anachronar. Funds poured into her Cult from the generosity of the King, but also from some courtiers, impressed by her reasoning and explanations for the work of her Priesthood.
It disappointed her to realise just how little she was able to influence their romantic behaviours. She had thought the Prince Jaspernon such a kind and friendly young man. He had talked to her and questioned her about the activities and beliefs of the Cult of the Goddess at great length. He had seemed genuinely interested and supportive towards the work of the Cult in encouraging the poor and the disabled, and in improving their lives. She had been excited to find just how similar their thoughts were on many of those issues. She had even dared to believe she had found a kindred spirit.
She now felt distraught and let down. It appeared that he must have been talking to her so much because he found her attractive and wished to earn her sexual companionship. All those thrilling and involved conversations had not been what they had seemed to her, but a mere excuse to become closer to her in order to tempt her into his arms.
She had told him in no uncertain terms that a Priestess, and particularly a High Priestess took a vow of celibacy in order to concentrate on the work of the Goddess, and devote herself to unselfish activity. This was also true of Priests and High Priests. There had indeed been exceptions to the rule, in fact more than a few, and in earlier days of the Cult’s history Priests and Priestesses had often married, each other or Cult members. Some notable Priestesses and Priests, even in more recent years, had been granted dispensations to have families, or to take partners, while retaining membership of the Priesthood. It had always seemed self evident to her that a Priestess or Priest could better serve the Goddess and her people by avoiding the entanglements of the flesh. That had been the modern thinking of the Cult, despite the exceptions which were sometimes allowed.
The Prince seemed to want to constantly provoke and test her. His introduction of her to the erotic paintings in the Tower, and then his shameless act of depravity in causing her to witness his uncontrolled lusts this afternoon proved the true purpose of his mind. He surely wanted to test and tempt her, to bring her down to the levels of this promiscuous and shameful court. It seemed that instead of being one of the more sensible and reasonable members of the court, he was actually far gone down the path of perversion and sexual delinquency. His interest in the Cult must have been a ruse, for she knew he wanted to take her in physical abuse, and bring her down from her mission for the Goddess to a more selfish purpose.