Jaspernon The Prince : The Rise of the Cult of the Goddess: Ch.3 : Part 1 Patience Is Tested (Section 1)
Chapter 3 : Part 1: Patience Is Tested
“I am sorry High Priestess if I offended you in the Tower,” said the handsome Prince. This was some weeks since he had offended her, and was not the first time he had tried to apologise. “I meant only to show you honestly that you could be open with me, and to show you that I held some feelings towards you, even if they were not very noble. I like you, and I respect the calling you have as a High Priestess. I know I scared you away, and I should not have done that.
“It is only natural High Priestess to be curious about the opposite sex. Most men are curious because they have not been allowed by their peers and their parents to touch the bodies of the fairer sex. They must imagine, or admire the beauty of beautiful women from a distance. Some of us pluck up the courage to chase the beauties, others wait until our parents intervene to provoke us into action. Some of us are lucky enough to work alongside those we desire or study with them, or to socialise with them, and we may by degrees become able to reveal our feelings for them.”
“I see Prince. I understand the difficulties you men must face. But women too face those difficulties, and are shy to talk to those who obsess them.”
“The current teachings of your cult do not encourage the open expression of romantic or sexual interest,” ventured the Prince. “Surely you are repressing the natural inclinations and interests of the young?”
“We seek to encourage the young to live their lives fully and marriage is encouraged by us,” explained High Priestess Patience. “We do not wish to see the young inhibited or restricted. We cherish the family and marriage, which forms the basis of our society, the basis of partnership and reliance, stability and responsibility, and care for those around us.”
“You dictate that marriage should be forever, or at least for the rest of the couple’s lives. What if the marriage is limiting and becomes a prison for those within it? You would force the couple to remain together even when their paths no longer lie together.”
“You are not being completely fair my Prince,” declared the High Priestess. “Couples may divorce. We do not hold unsuitables together if that is their wish. Our allegiance is a higher one than marriage. Our lives works are for the greater good, rather than for the narrow interest of a married couple. If your husband or wife holds you back from serving the Goddess and her people then the individual should be free to obey the calling of the Goddess, even if it means the breaking of the marriage contract. That is why Priests and Priestesses largely remain celibate, so they can serve the Goddess, and their people without the entanglements of service merely to the individual’s husband or wife and the family.”
“It has come to my notice, and to the notice of most of the court, that you have been spending much time with the Lady Riala, who happens to be your father’s favourite concubine. Do you not think this is inappropriate?” Patience had been meaning to ask the Prince about this and to give her advice. While they were talking about such sensitive issues it seemed the right moment to bring the subject up.
“Lady Riala is very beautiful,” explained the Prince defensively. “I cannot resist her. I feared that my father would be offended, but he appears to understand and even to condone our affair, although I have to admit that neither of us have ever discussed my little affair. I do not know why I feel like discussing my little affair to a Priestess. Not just an ordinary Priestess, but a High Priestess, the leader of your Cult. But somehow I feel I can be honest with you. You are not too many years ahead of me in years, and because I find you attractive I feel able to bare my soul to you. You are like my confessor. I feel you will listen and understand, even if you do not condone. I feel you will not judge me harshly, that you represent the forgiveness and understanding of the Goddess. Surely the Goddess wishes us all to experience life to the full. She surely wishes us to feel and experience passion, just as she wishes us to feel the pain of others and to care for all who need care and understanding.”
Secretly Jaspernon sensed that the High Priestess Patience was attracted to him. Something inside of him understood that she liked him. It drove him to be open with her, even though he should not be. The Prince had not been a believer in the Goddess previously, like many at court and in the wider population. It had been an older religion, once more prevalent, but never completely dominating Anachronar, which was always tolerant of faiths and beliefs. The Cult of the Goddess had however been the largest of the faiths in Anachronar and in the country of Pirion in the past. It played a large part in Anachronar’s culture, history and memory. King Croesian had embraced it recently, without becoming devout, because he approved of its work and many of its teachings. And many at court felt the same way, and the young Prince was feeling the same. But they did not wish to be bound by its strictures.
“How can you assume that the King condones and accepts your affair? Surely it is very dangerous for you both. He is after all the King.”
“Have you seen any sign that he will do anything to stop it?” countered the Prince. “We do not do anything untoward in front of him. He loves her, and so do I. There is no need for the court to gossip about this. They need only to have an open mind and be happy for us all. There have always been scandals, but there is no need to turn them into scandals. There are plenty of other slightly illicit affairs going on in court, but we do not make a fuss about any of them.”
She heard the Prince’s honest words and could almost understand how faced with the beauty and the passion of the Concubine, the young man could have joined such a forbidden relationship with such a beautiful and passionate soul. Patience could feel her own loss of her chance to enjoy the interest and close friendship of the Prince. She realised she had missed her chance with him and the concubine had usurped the place she might almost have had. She felt, to her own dismay, a sense of lost opportunity. If only she had not been so bound by her own rules and the rules of her Cult. But she knew it could not have been acceptable for her, the High Priestess, to consort with the younger Prince, and what would his father the King have thought? Or the rest of the court? Her position at court would surely have been compromised, and her reputation. The cause of the Goddess would surely have suffered. Nonetheless she felt some jealousy towards the Concubine, however foolish she felt herself to be for having these feelings.
Patience was nonetheless tempted by him and experienced day dreams and night dreams of fantasy, which she could not control. One night fantasy was a particularly vivid dream:
She saw the man’s big cock, but could not see his face because he was lying down, but she could see his body was handsome. He massaged it with his right hand. She crawled towards it wanting to touch it, to see what it was. She was there touching it, feeling its warmth. The man worked on his cock with his right hand as she touched it with her fingers. “Hold it please. Go on! Do it for me,” he said. She began to do it for him, as he said. She was giving him pleasure, and she felt good.
Then there was someone else there, another lady, beautiful and browned by the sun, glorious in her wanton nakedness. She leaned forward pushing her out and reached the man’s cock holding it, gently massaging it in her knowing way. Then to Patience’s surprise the woman opened her mouth and lowered her face over the huge cock, enveloping the cock into her widened mouth over the head of the cock. She was fixed upon it, attached to it, joined in pleasure. When she lifted her face off him and released the cock, she said, “This is how you do it.” Then she went down on the reclining man again, this time lifting her head up and down, sometimes looking at Patience to see if her example was being observed and understood.
“Would you like to try it?” said the beautiful woman. “He will like it, I assure you. And so will you!”
Patience leaned forward again, taking the huge cock back into her possession. She opened her mouth wide as she had seen the woman do, and settled it over the cock head, taking it into her mouth. As the beauty had done she sucked and massaged the cock with her mouth and her tongue, moving her head up and down, giving pleasure to the man, who began to groan with the delight. The bronzed woman smiled encouragingly, watching closely every breath she took, every drop of saliva she dribbled, and the pleasurable reactions of the man.
Patience felt the warm glow of excitement, emanating from her lower entrance. Her clitoris was aroused, a familiar feeling even to her the Priestess. Even in the dream she knew she was a Priestess. In the dream her fingers found her clitoris and stroked, gently at first, even while she pleasured the man with her mouth. The warmth grew and spread through her body.
Suddenly the bronzed woman held her shoulders and pulled her away from the cock. “I want him now!” demanded the naked bronzed woman. “Watch me. This is how we do it.” She was shameless and she showed Patience how it should be done. The bronzed beauty stepped over the man and swiftly crouched, holding his cock in her hand as she lowered herself over it. Patience could see the woman’s perfect opening as she directed the cock into her body. Patience felt the thrill of excitement as the cock disappeared into the perfect body of the beauty. The woman rode the man, rising up and down, rubbing his cock inside her, quickly. Watching the extreme performance before her Patience rubbed her clitoris in excitement, unable to stop herself, while the woman caused the man’s cock to rub her inside.
The bronzed beauty stood quickly and pulled at the man to get up. “Now you must finish me,” she said. She laid where the man had laid, on her back, and the man raised himself. She recognised him now. It was the Prince, familiar to her, even in the dream. She had been sucking the Prince’s cock! The Prince knelt in front of her, while the bronzed beauty opened her legs to let his cock inside. The Prince fell upon her and rutted her like an animal as she raised her legs. They both moaned and wailed in their sexual frenzy, as Patience rubbed her inflamed clitoris. The warm feelings flowed over and through her until she knew it was no longer a dream, but the reality of her own masturbation. As her waters broke she could still see the Prince and his concubine reaching their mutual climax of passion very vividly in her mind’s eye.
The High Priestess Patience realised now that she did find the young Prince quite attractive. She liked his company generally when he was being polite and educated. But when he tempted her on purpose and used arguments to try to lead her into doing things she should not be doing, then she was not so happy and she felt pressured and uncomfortable.
After the dreams she had been having she had to admit that her lustful soul wanted the Prince. He offered himself as a temptation to her, and she was falling for it, despite her best instincts. She prayed to her Goddess for guidance. Should she leave this Palace of temptations, where every courtier or courtesan wanted to turn her from the paths of the Goddess towards the earthly sins of the flesh. But the court was not a place of real evil. They had all made her welcome, and they supported many of her projects and efforts to improve the city and the state, and the wider world.