By Alana Church
Synopsis
Abiron
and Ariana are working to convert Sister Angela and Brother Paul to the worship
of the Deity. But time is running out. Gambling with their country's future,
they decide to show the Christians how the common folk of Heklos live. But
knowledge is a two-edged sword. How will two people sworn to celibacy react
when confronted with the sexual freedom the people of Heklos enjoy? Anger,
passion, and betrayal all mingle, and in the center of it all is the woman who
will become...The Monk's Lover.
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Excerpt ~~~~~
As
they waited for the priestess to arrive, Paul looked around. Aside from
themselves, there were very few people in the temple. A few women, ranging in
age from his own to two or even three decades more than Ariana, were near the
sacred fire. As he watched, a young man, no more than seventeen, entered. He
was met by a novice and led away.
“This
temple does not seem to be very popular, my lady,” he said. “Or is there a
special time or day to worship?”
“We
all worship in our own way, Brother. Those who wish come and go as they will.
No one is required to attend a service.” Ariana smiled, amused by his
ignorance. She opened her mouth to tell him the special functions the
priestesses of the Deity served in this temple, then thought better of it. No point working the lad up with tales of
our licentiousness, she thought. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come
here. Though Abiron had served her well and lustily over the past several days,
this close to the sacred fire she could feel the Wanton rising within her. Her
breasts warmed, and she felt a corresponding heat deep within her core.
Unwillingly, she thought back to the sight of Paul, naked and dripping in the
bathing pool. How sweet would it be, she thought, to
take him, here and now. She clenched her teeth and fought back a surge of
desire, moaning silently.
“Ariana!
How wonderful to see you again!”
Her
eyes popped open and she saw her old friend Pathia.
She had changed little over the years. Shorter and more slender than Ariana,
she had an open, expressive face and red hair that was a gift from some
long-ago barbarian ancestor. With a cry of joy Ariana embraced her. For a
moment, the Wanton fought free, and hidden from Paul's view by her body, her hand
rose up and caressed Pathia's back. In turn, she felt
Pathia's hand on her belly, stroking softly.
“Naughty,
shameful thing,” whispered Pathia hotly into her ear.
“Do you have time for a romp?”
Ariana
closed her eyes and fought down the tide of lust rising within her. Canting her
eyes sideways at the priest hovering nearby, she shook her head. Hoping that
Paul had not noticed anything, she turned to him. “Brother Paul, here is my
dear friend, Priestess Pathia. We served as novices
together many years ago.” She turned back to her former lover with a smile. “Do
you now lead this temple?”
“I
do,” said Pathia. She walked to Paul, hips swaying
lazily. Her entire posture was one of barely-banked sensuality. “But I always
have time for a well-formed body such as his. You have brought me a lovely
present, Ariana.” She brought her hand up and ran it idly down his chest
towards his stomach. Her eyes were bright, pupils wide with desire.
Paul
swallowed through a throat suddenly bone-dry. His legs shook. His body, which
he had calmed for a time, stiffened with almost painful urgency. Unbidden, a
scene came to his mind, of Pathia under him, writhing
naked on a bed while he pinned her in place.
“Yes,” moaned Pathia.
She smiled heavy-lidded into his eyes, and he knew she had seen his innermost
thoughts. “Let's do that, shall we?” Her arms looped around his neck and she
flowed up his body, body burning, mouth raised for a kiss.
Keywords: fantasy, hardcore
sex, oral sex, medieval, male virgin, priest, nun, gods and goddesses