Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.4: Prisoners Of Prancir (Part 5)

Ch.4 : Prisoners Of Prancir

Part 5

Sreela began to open Danella’s robe.  “I want you”, she whispered.  Danella nodded in response and obliged by allowing the High Priestess to ease her out of it.  What Priestess could refuse a High Priestess, and Danella did not want to refuse. She felt as close to Sreela now as she had ever felt to any person.  She truly loved this woman after the hardships they had endured, still endured, together.  There was a meeting of minds and a comfort in each others presence which was rare among any two people.  Danella did not love her as she might love a man such as General Polad, or Sreela’s love for Roger.  It was not lust or desire, but a more empathetic and relaxed love.  Neither was it quite the same as the female love Danella had shared with Carel which had contained a form of lust towards Carel’s youth. There need be no orgasms in this love.

It had been a long time since she had engaged with a woman, the months since the conquest and the demands of the soldiers had seen to that.  Other Priestesses had found comfort this way, but neither Danella nor Sreela had felt this need until now.

Sreela moved under Danella, opening her own gown as she did so, her fingers brushing up from the thighs to her breasts.  Danella’s hands pulled Sreela’s gown down as Sreela allowed her arms to relax while the sleeves came off.  Sensuously their arms explored each other’s bodies slowly.

“I haven’t done this with a woman for a while,” admitted Danella. 

“Neither have I,” said Sreela softly, “I just felt like it.  I don’t want you to feel you have to because I am a High Priestess.  You’re off duty,” she said, although she knew there was no need.

“I want to,” Danella breathed. “I do love you.”

For a while Sreela lay on top of Danella in embrace, gently kissing her mouth and face, her body slowly massaging her subject’s as it moved.  Their groins rubbed together while Danella caressed Sreela’s back and buttocks, then she moved down the bed, fixing her mouth on Danella’s firm young breasts, licking gently as her fingers began to stroke the lips of her wet open cleft, bushing her clitoris gently, giving her the treatment which few of the male customers had been able to give.  Danella’s own fingers now sought Sreela's vaginal lips.  Sreela moved around upon her to accommodate.  Her sensitive clitoris responded with slow throbbing to the teasing. Tongues joined fingers as the needs of their bodies become more fevered.  Soon Danella began to cry out as Sreela found the rhythms she needed.  Other Priestesses, reclining, resting, ignored or watched the sensual movements as they desired.  There was little privacy here, unless they pulled the screens around which most soldiers insisted upon, nor was any desired amongst Priestesses of Pirion.  But all knew that this was between  Danella and their High  Priestess.  None made any move to intervene although some began their own couplings, moved by the sight.

Sreela then began to cry out as the ecstasy became stronger until both shook, uncontrollably pulsating with pleasure as they stimulated each other.  Danella’s clitoris throbbed and burned.  Sreela’s fingers jerked to and fro inside her, bringing Danella to a sobbing, wailing, climax, while Danella’s mouth and tongue wetly licked Sreela’s lubricated mound as she held apart the vaginal lips with shaking fingers.  Sreela shuddered urgently for long minutes as she climaxed with a series of broken sighs.

When they had calmed and grown still again they stayed in each other’s arms for some time, breathing into each other’s mouths.  Finally they returned to conversation.

“Do you think that Roger is a bad man, and Gerald, and the General?” asked Sreela, having thought again on what Danella had spoken.

“Well, I don’t wish to hurt your feelings for him.  He saved us, together with the General, from a possibly disastrous fate and we must all be grateful to them.  Also they have looked after us well and you know how he listened to us and you especially.  They have only done what any normal intelligent Vanmarian might have done from what I have seen and read.  They are taught, and even forced, to make money in any way they can.  However, yes.  What they have done is wrong.  They enrich themselves from the money of their own soldiers.  It is not that they do us so much harm.”

       “I do wonder” Danella continued, “what we might do for ourselves without these officers and generals.  If Dalos becomes under permanent occupation as seems most likely we will eventually be “free citizens” as the Prancirians seem to believe themselves to be.  That means we would be free to make a lot more money than the soldiers do.  We would be rich compared with the ordinary soldiers”.

“What would we do with all this money.  We already have food and water even if we are prisoners, and a dormitory to live in,” said  Sreela.  “We cannot buy the release of our menfolk, or the return of Dalos to the Empire, or our own freedom.” 

Danella’s eyes sparkled with the thought.  “That may not be such a foolish idea.  Prancirians will do much for money.  Maybe we could pay the Generals to restore our men to freedom or to buy our own freedom”.  She was beginning to get used to this concept of money, to think more like a Vanmarian. 

They lapsed into silence again for a while.  “How do you feel about Roger, after what I have said?” Danella asked.  “Does it hurt?”

“I felt very close to Roger in a way I have felt with very few men.  As a High Priestess it does not do to become too attached to any one man,” she said sensibly.

“There are no rules on that.  You are free to love anyone you choose as long as you continue to love the Goddess, and through her, everyone else.”

“I still do that.  But we cannot have a partner or become a mother and remain a High Priestess.” said Sreela.     

“But you may return to the Priesthood after some years of motherhood or partnership,” argued Danella.

“That is true,” she conceded.  “Roger is important to me.  He may be greedy but he was good to me.  I know what he thought about me.  He spent too much time with me for his care to have been anything but genuine.  He talked to me.” 

“He may have been close to you because you are our leader.  Perhaps he thought that through you he could control all of us.  Our loyalty to him would protect his earnings.  Perhaps he feared that without his relationship with you we might find new protectors and he would lose his income.” Danella stated her suggestion without knowing if it were true.  As far as she had seen Roger had seemed genuinely attached to Sreela, and why should he not be.  Sreela was a beautiful woman, and Roger was a Vanmarian man, far from home.  Danella understood that men in Vanmar had few opportunities for sexual expression.  Roger had a wife in Prancir but he was far from her and what man could be satisfied to care for only one woman.  No man in Pirion would have stood for that.  All the Prancirians were greatly  excited by these women of Pirion, that much was obvious.

“No,” said Sreela, “he may have used us to make money, but the things he did and said to me were not the actions of a man who did not care.  You know he cried in my arms before he went away and he promised to come back as soon as he could.”