Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.9: Concessions (Part 5 - Section 1)

Chapter 9 : Concessions

Part 5

     He was not of course away from her very much at first.  Their work based them both in the city of Dalos, he as a General in command of many thousands of men and occupied citizens, she as a common whore, by his Prancirian way of thinking.  He could not prevent himself from thinking that these two occupations did not fit well together. Even if they had he would not have wished to publicise their relationship to the outside world.  There were officers and other colonists here of importance who knew his wife, or at least his wife’s family.  He lived in daily fear at first that his relationship would become common knowledge and that the news would get back to his wife, to her family, and just as frightening a prospect, to his mother and father who would disapprove.  He feared that publicity in the newspapers at home would ruin his career.  He would be forced to resign his commission in public, and by embarrassed military command, or perhaps by a government concerned at the morals of its Generals and their willingness to consort with the barbarian enemy, and not just any ordinary Pirionite woman, but a prostitute also.

     After their incomplete lovemaking Ravelleon had held onto her, almost like a young child to his mother, she had thought.  She liked that, the hunger for sexual warmth she believed was in all people.  She always enjoyed the feelings of warm intimacy which replaced or preceded energetic lovemaking.  Sexual passion became more than lust.  It became tender and loving, restful and caring.  As she returned his need with tenderness she contemplated the success of her conquest of him.  Despite the previous occasion it had not been difficult in the end.  Her first attempt at seduction a seeming failure, it had remained on his mind until he had reflected upon it.   Realising his need he had reopened their relationship despite the teachings of his background.  He had opened the gates to a wider sexual passion than the one he enjoyed at home.  Once those gates were breached there could be no turning back.  He had refused to enter her but they had done many other acts and she could not imagine that in time, if they repeated their lovemaking, he could resist the feel of his full penis inside of her.

     The Prancirian soldiers in particular were always keen to orgasm deep within her.  It was an obsession with them she had found.  When, on certain occasions, she had suggested other ways of ejaculating they usually insisted upon it as if the act of depositing their semen deep within her was of the greatest importance to them.  Often they grew soft in her after a time and she would suggest that she take them in her mouth or that they rub their penises over the curves and cracks of her body to achieve orgasm.  These usually brought men, whether Prancirian or Pirionite, great pleasure, but the Prancirians were usually at first reluctant to end in this way, preferring her to suck and massage them until they could penetrate her again.  As a Priestess and a follower of the path of the Goddess she was always happy to follow the wishes of her lovers.  Therefore most Prancirians successfully deposited their seed deep within her. 

     Ravelleon had been quite different in this regard and she had been very happy to observe his wishes on this occasion.  She did not think he would continue to follow the rules he had set for himself. Soon he would start to realise that he was protected  from his wife and their families  by long distance.  He was one of the effective rulers of Dalos and the Prancirian occupied territories and he could choose to behave in whatever way he chose behind closed doors as long as it were not against acceptable military behaviour.  Having prostitutes visit them or indeed visiting them was acceptable behaviour for soldiers whether they were married or not.  Ravelleon himself and the other Generals had sanctioned, and gained some pecuniary benefit for themselves and the military from this arrangement.

     For a long time they had stayed in each others arms on the couch where they had loved.  The remains of their meal lay undisturbed on the table.  Ravelleon had dismissed his servants, denying them entry, when they had knocked to gather the plates and food.  They talked and stroked each other for a time.  Then Danella asked “Where do you sleep?” She had assumed his bed was in an adjoining room, but she had not yet seen all of his apartments.  “It is through that door” he pointed to a white door on the side of the room between the bookshelves.  “May I see it? Normally you would be in your bed by this time.  Perhaps I might join you this time?” she asked with genuine curiosity.

     “Come” he said, and he swung her up off the sofa and pulled her to him.  Holding her closely with his arm he led her to the door, opened it to reveal a large four poster bed.  He had not planned to show her this bed.  Although it had no connection with his wife, belonging previously to some Pirionite ‘family’ who now had quarters elsewhere, he thought of it as a marital bed, perhaps one which he should not despoil by inviting a whore into.  And yet he could not think of Danella as a whore. To him she was a beauty and a lady of some knowledge and intelligence.   However, he might try to regard her as merely a Pirionite whore he could not.  She was as well mannered, excepting of course her barbarian propensity to tempt him into sexual action, as any lady of Pirion.

     It had been unusual to love Danella in his dining room and lounge. Very rarely had he made love to his wife, or even previous girlfriends anywhere but in the bedroom.  But it had seemed right to love her where they had dined and conversed together.  Her natural way of lovemaking demanded no traditional bed.  It now seemed right to show her the bed.  In the aftermath of shared love she was far more to him than she had been when she had entered his apartments earlier in the evening, and much more than when she had first come to his table three weeks before. 

     “Wonderful,” she exclaimed when she saw the size of the bed and the room.  “You certainly have a lot of space to yourself, for only one person.  You know this bed was made for two people, or maybe more,” she added mischievously knowing that he would not appreciate the comment.  He showed no adverse reaction to her precociousness, instead he seemed pleased that she should hint that he needed her inside it.  She judged that that was what he wanted.  He wanted her to join him in those places which had previously been his alone.  Encouraged by her special desire for him and being ready for more tenderness, she left his arms, making a quick dash for the bed before he could stop her. “I want to lie on it,” she flirted, flinging herself onto his bedcovers and rolling prettily across them.

     “I did not give permission,” he acted, laughing at the same time, signalling that he also wanted to play her game.  “But I see you don’t seem to need it.  Do you think you are my wife?”

     “That’s right, you’re getting the hang of it,” she laughed.  “I am your other wife, your mistress.  I’ve read about them in Prancirian books. Every important Prancirian man has one.  Now you’re in Pirion you can have as many as you want.”

     “I don’t want any more. But I do want one.”  He had turned quite serious now, “and you are the one I want.”