Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.6: The Priestess Meets Another General (Part 3: Temptation - Section 2)

Section 2

      She wanted to take her corset off in front of him and sink to the floor beneath him, inviting him to take her but she now believed he would not ‘make love’ to her tonight.  She wondered whether taking her corset off would be too much. Maybe he would not see her again as an admirer and friend if she went too far.  But perhaps he would not see her again anyway now.  Maybe she had already gone too far.  She decided to continue to strip her clothes.  She felt confident that if he saw her naked he would not  be able to resist her, if not tonight then later.  If he preferred he could see her body without touching it.  Then she guessed he could not possibly have committed disloyalty to his wife.  “General if you will not make love to me then at least allow yourself to see my body.  It is the least I can do to reward you for the pleasant evening and the food I have eaten.”

     “No Danella  I do not want  you to do that.  I am not going to touch you, so I should not look.  Get dressed, I will call the guard to escort you back across the city”, his protestation began to sound more like the orders of a General, but she was not ready to turn back now. After all she was a priestess.  Nakedness was more natural than these strange Vanmarian clothes. The last buttons on her corset came undone and she let it slide gracefully to the floor.  Her hands gently massaged her breasts and fluttered briefly over her vulva.  She had a well shaped pretty body she knew.  “It is done General.  You don’t have to touch me.  Just look for a minute.  Why not give me a kiss.  That can do your wife no harm surely.”

      The General was looking.  His eyes told her all she needed to know.  He was not so hasty to call the guard and say goodbye to her now but neither was he going to take his hand to her.  Taking her chance she moved towards him.  “Come on General, hold me and kiss me.” He stood as he had arisen from the table.  She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body to him.  He did not react.  She kissed his cheek but moved his head back to avoid her lips.  She caught him anyway.  Then changing his mind he did allow his arms to wander over her smooth flesh, feeling the curves of her back and her thighs and buttocks but he refused to let his fingers move towards her vulva.  To have done so would have broken his pledge of Vanmarian loyalty to his  wife.  He allowed her to cover his face in kisses but did not attempt to kiss her.  She thought she had won this small battle, that he would now acquiesce in the ‘making of love’, as the Prancirarians called it, but he went no further.  She tried to begin unfastening some of the buttons on his uniform.  He put his hands there to stop her.

     “No this is all I will allow,” he said, and she knew he meant it.  She still felt a victory over him because he had been unable to prevent himself from touching her.  She would see him again she believed and she was confident that in the end he would allow his desires to be enacted.

     He held her for a while and allowed her to kiss him.  But as her fingers tried to loosen the buttons on his uniform his own fingers resisted her.  A battle developed between her fingers and his fingers which detracted from the lust she now felt.  He was adamant that he would go no further with her.  Accepting this she finally said, “You may be able to resist me tonight but you will give in, in the end.  How can you live on your own, away from your wife, without even the comfort of a woman.  The attraction of the female body will tear at you, knowing that you can have it, mine or any other woman of Pirion while you reside here.  I am feeling very much in the mood for communion now.  On your orders I have not been with anyone today.  Will you stimulate me and I will promise not to touch you.  Put your fingers down here and make me writhe.”  She could see that he shook his head, unwilling to do any such thing.

    “I would consider it an infidelity, and I will do no more.  You are a sorry creature, although I admit you tempt me,” he said.  “Put these immoral thoughts out of your mind.”  He meant no offence but his attitude showed that he meant it.  “Put your clothes on Danella.”

    “Take your clothes off and let me stimulate myself imagining that I am in your arms,” she asked.  Again he would not do such a thing. “Well I will stimulate myself then.  You watch and enjoy.”  She parted from him and backed onto the sofa, sitting her naked flesh down on it and opening her legs so that he could see everything.  He had not given his agreement.  She put her hands, both hands, between her legs and began to knead and massage the lips of her vulva, looking at him all the while.

    “Stop this”, he grew angry again and she became worried that she had overstepped her mark and would be punished in some way, after all he was the General in charge here.  Perhaps he would not now see her again. At the worst he could make the Priestesses into prisoners like they had done to the men, refusing them the chance to worship the goddess and preventing his own soldiers from visiting.  She did not imagine he would do that, but her behaviour was annoying him and there was no telling what he might do in anger.

     His anger distracted her from the sensuous feelings welling up between her thighs.  She had not felt the delights of orgasm so far in this strange day and she wanted one at the least but she recognised that Ravelleon was not going to allow her this pleasure.  She decided to be more cautious with him .She knew more than he did that he wanted her.  If she did not scare him off she had a good chance of encouraging him to change his attitude.  She had been confident he would bend his own rules to make room for her.  Sreela had become Rogers mate for a while.  She wanted to be Ravelleon’s mate for a while, not exclusively, but enough to influence him and to enjoy him.

     His anger developed and he began to find the words.  It seemed that he needed to stop her and while he had become content just to see and feel her flesh, the thought of her stimulating herself was too much for him.  Worried that he might be weak and succumb to her wiles he had to be strong with her. “You must go now. I will stand for no more of this now.  You have gone too far. I do not want to see you anymore.  You are nothing but a harlot!  You would do that for any man, would you not? You could never be suitable for me or any other well bred man of Prancir.  Who could ever trust you?  You are the reason we must liberate Pirion from its sickness!” He strode forward, picking up her dress and the discarded corset flinging it onto her to cover her nakedness.  “Get dressed, I will go into the other room while you do so.  I do not want to see any more flesh.”

     Suddenly the familiarity of seduction and the desire for orgasm was gone.  She had felt warm and moist in his arms but it had turned to ill and rejection.  Never, apart from in the bestiality of war and its immediate aftermath, had she felt the hatred and derision of men.  An evening of pleasantries and friendly exchange of views had, suddenly and surprisingly, shockingly, turned to dislike and derision.  A woman of Pirion could barely know what it was to be hated and despised by a man.  Always in her life she had been treated with the greatest respect by men.  She had trusted men until she had been caught by the war.

     These Prancirians were strange.  They could be friendly and highly civilised, more so sometimes than the menfolk of Pirion, but they could be hard and cruel.  They obeyed laws which made no sense to Danella.  They believed in loyalty to masters who ruined their lives in warfare and wives who lived far away who they might not see for months.  They believed nakedness was a thing to be ashamed of but most of them could not see enough of it when the opportunity was given to them.

     Ravelleon  also had revealed his fascination with the female body.  He followed his own rules more diligently than the others.  Perhaps that was why the Prancirians had made him a General. He would follow their rules without compromise, even if it meant denying truth and beauty.  Only such a man could send men into pointless battles to risk their lives, and deny himself the pleasures of the flesh which he so desired.  But his anger made her uncertain.  Was he denying himself, which made him angry because it was the only way he could prevent himself from succumbing to her.  Or was his derision real.  His anger made her feel his derision was the real Ravelleon, the General, underneath that exterior of politeness and civility.  She felt his mask had slipped.  He had pretended to care about her and to be interested in what she had to say all evening.  He had expressed his horrible views, but because he had expressed them politely, she had been able to accept them with equanimity.  Now he had turned nasty, and she found his views were real.  She was upset.  Tears came to her eyes and she felt like a child again.  She wanted security again, to be with someone she could trust, not someone whose mood changed at the merest provocation, who was not what he had seemed.

     “Ravelleon,” she cried, “I didn’t mean to upset you!” but he was already gone from the room.  She sounded tearful. He must have realised as he left that his angry rejection had upset her, but still he went.  She felt empty and betrayed.  If he had persuaded her to stop masturbating he would have left in friendship and she would not have felt this rejection. But her attempts at seduction had ended in an explosion of his anger and disdain which left her in a despondency of rejection.  For a short while she  wept as she dressed herself.  She did not want to see him on her way out.  Indeed she did not want to see him again ever.  At that moment she was hurt and believed that the friendship and politeness of the previous evening no longer counted for anything.