Life and Times of a Priestess : Ch.14 : The New Lovers : Part 1 : Section 1

Ch.14 : The New Lovers : Part 1

Section 1

 

    Danella stood as Valery stood. “I will stay with Valery tonight,” she announced  brazenly to the others, and particularly to Mireau who doubtless had been expecting to sleep with her himself at his own abode or perhaps at Danella’s official residence, which was Ravelleon’s.  She had invited them all quite openly to return to Valery’s and share her body and each other, but all had refused except Valery.

 

     She detected interest from all with the heightened awareness she possessed which came from many years of open sexual expression and involvement.  But the others were not yet ready.  She knew that soon she would have them all, the ladies as well as the men.  All seemed wrapped in private thoughts at this late stage in the evening after the strange offer which had come to them.

 

     Mireau was the worst though.  Understanding and open as he was by the standards of Vanmar he remained a clinging and insecure man, unable to resist jealousy as his lover spread her favours with others.  He fought hard against jealousy but could not escape his upbringing.  In Prancir a handsome man such as Mireau could find partners quite well.  He had married well to an attractive woman, and mistresses occasionally came his way, but even he, better endowed with sexual comfort than most in a society which severely rationed its variety was frightened of loneliness.  When he had a claim on a woman he needed to hold and cherish her lest he lose her, which had happened with some of his mistresses in the past.  But Danella was the best lover he had ever tasted.  At least that was his belief at the minute and he could not bear to lose her yet when he had only just found her.

 

    Mireau sidled up to her, he had been hovering near her for a minute or two, waiting for his chance to bend her ear.  “I thought you were going to come back with me,” he whispered so that the others could not hear.  He caught hold of her arm as he said it.

 

   “Have you not been listening to what I have been saying this evening,” she said patiently.  “I want you all.  Not just you. Come and share me with Valery. I would love to have you both together in one bed.”

 

    “No Danella, I can’t.”  He sounded upset.  This was Vanmarian romance, even though they were not an ‘official’ couple. The aggrieved partner would be hurt by his lover’s rejection taking the interest in others, and dismissal of his own devoted love, and outraged that she should ruin his life by entertaining another.

 

    “Well come back and stay at Valery’s anyway.  He said we are all welcome.  I can visit you in the morning if you do not wish to share our love.”

 

    “You cannot suggest that I would share a bed with another man.  Surely you know me better,” he moaned.

 

   “I would have thought you would be entertained by the idea.  You have always shown great interest in the practices of Pirion,” she said, wounding him a little.

 

    “I have Danella, but maybe I am not yet ready for your games.  I love you, don’t you see that.”

 

    “You have always known I am a Priestess of the Goddess, accept me for what I am, and I will be generous with you.  Please Mireau come with us.  Even if you will not join our lovemaking you can stay there.”  She was pleased that he had again softened his attitude.  He must come to accept her for what she was. However, she did not expect him to return to Valery’s house. Unexpectedly he said that he would.

 

   “I will come with you to Valery’s if you promise to visit me after.  I do not wish to lose you.  If this is the only way I can have you then so be it.  However, I cannot submit to your communal practices or share you with another man in the same bed.”

 

   Valery had returned to Danella’s side now and must have guessed that went on between them.  To a different man the presence of a woman’s ardent and jealous lover might have made him politely leave them to their disagreements until Danella came back with a positive decision that he was her choice for the night. Another man might have given her up to the prior claim.  But Valery was no ordinary man.  He had been born to a good station in life.  His good fortune and his natural personality had given him the confidence to confront people with the truth or with the truth he wished to project, even if it were not really truth at all.  “Mireau my friend, I do not wish to take away what you have.  I wish merely, on Danella’s invitation, which I cannot refuse because she is so beautiful, to partake of her body while I am able to.  I do not seek to control her.  I knew she is a Priestess and I respect her for her ways.  Come to my house tonight and Danella will be yours later, even if you decide not to join us in our lovemaking.  Escape the bounds of normal sexual relations will you.  There is a world out there to be grasped and enjoyed of unselfish love, and pure pleasure. You would enjoy to see Danella shared between two raging bulls, I know you would.  You are welcome anyway, whichever you decide.”

 

    “Alright, I will come, but only so I can enjoy her on my own afterwards,” agreed Mireau, in the way of a man who cannot have his won way who must accept second best, but is nonetheless tied as if unwillingly to what he knows he needs.  Danella could visibly see the power she held over him, that he would acquiesce to stay at the home of a rival while that rival received her fullest attention.

 

    Valery spoke to Jeanette now, he took her to one side, Danella could not hear what they said at first but she wanted to hear what was said. Then she was able to hear Jeanette replying, “No I cannot go back with you now, you have chosen Danella for now.  I do not argue at your choice; she is very beautiful and I do not envy you your pleasure.  I know you will always have time for me.  Go and enjoy yourself and I will go home.”

 

   “No I want you to come back.  Mireau is coming with us also.” Danella could see Jeanette’s eyebrows raise at what she thought Valery meant.  Valery saw her reaction and responded laughing.  “No he has not agreed to share our bed but he wishes to make love to Danella later, perhaps in the morning.”

 

    Danella smiled at Valery’s inability to keep secret what Mireau would probably prefer to remain secret. The cause of openness was one he had often followed in his own personal life but indiscretion about others private decisions was something she imagined he only did for a purpose.  In this case he was seeking to encourage Jeanette to return with them.  If he told her Mireau was returning also but would not attend to their lovemaking she might be more willing to do the same.

 

   “If Danella visits Mireau’s room in the morning, I will visit yours, I promise,” he grinned boyishly.  “Maybe you and Mireau could get together earlier while Danella and I make love”.  Jeanette laughed at his joke, Danella guessed that Jeanette and Mireau did not know each other so well.  What woman could dislike the thought of Mireau’s handsome looks, his dark wavy hair, the smoothness of his skin and the slimness of his body next to hers, locked into her body and gently stroking her in that loving way which was Mireau’s true nature.  Vanmarian women might create many excuses to prevent themselves from enjoying his flesh too closely, but they would surely admire him from a distance at the least.  She tried to judge Jeanette’s reaction to Valery’s suggestion but she could not.

 

    Danella placed her arm around Mireau to feel his warmth as she thought of him.  There was no need of words.  She imagined what it would be like to share him with Jeanette. She imagined his penis deep inside Jeanette, as that lady screamed in the release of orgasm, while she embraced her lover from behind, feeling the slap of his buttocks as he softly bucked the lady beneath him.  She imagined the cries of Jeanette as she brought her fingers to bear on her clitoris, and when Mireau's penis dissolved into wet squirting she would withdraw it and suck it dry before lapping up the juices from the lady’s pussy.  Yes she wanted Jeanette too.

 

    They bade goodbye to the others as the ballroom around them emptied.  Gentlemen and ladies queued at the cloakroom to collect their coats and made their goodbyes.  Valery shook hands with Philippe, and Alfred gave Arabella a polite and acceptable brief kiss which was no more than a peck on the lips.  Danella wondered why the Vanmarians even bothered with such a polite and unfeeling action.  They might just as well have shook hands.  The action was symbolic of respect only, despite these two being occasionally lovers.  She resolved to give them a more personal message of her affection which would have been more fitting in Pirion, while Mireau followed Valery’s action, satisfying himself by merely kissing Arabella’s hand. She was sure he would have loved to have kissed such a shapely smooth skinned woman.

 

     Jeanette displayed little more confidence in her approach.  With Philippe she flung her arms around him and kissed him still politely saying, “How wonderful it was to see you again,” in that confident way which the society women of Prancir seemed to have to expressing themselves when greeting or saying goodbye.  She did the same with both Alfred and Arabella.

 

    Danella thrust herself towards Philippe’s face as soon as Jeanette had finished with him.  She gave no words but looked him fully in those beautiful eyes as she opened her lips and moved them towards his mouth. She registered surprise and pleasure on his face as her chest softly rested against his and her arms gripped him tightly for a moment.  No one else could be sure that her tongue had found the opening between his teeth for a moment, and then her right arm getting passed down his back to brush over and squeeze slightly his right buttock before she let him go.  “Pleased to meet you,” she said, “We must meet on more intimate terms next time.” After what had been said tonight she was no longer concerned about what Mireau thought.  She had determined to act freely again to have as many lovers as she desired.  Only Ravelleon would remain in ignorance of her true motives.  He was her benefactor and she continued to have a special affection for him, for the moment.  “It was interesting to meet you too.  I look forward to meeting you again,” he said.  He was so polite and so good looking.  She wanted to regain physical contact with him but this was neither the time or the place. She had no wish to irritate her other new found friends either.  But Philippe’s emotions remained hidden to her.  She had managed to penetrate her tongue and he had not pulled away.  But he had done nothing to display any feeling.  His hands had remained stiffly at his side as if unprepared for her affection.  She would have to work on him, but she was sure he must be interested in her.  Were not all men she had ever met unless perhaps they were entirely homosexual.

 

     She moved on to Alfred and gave him a similar approach.  He had seen what she had done to Philippe and was ready for her approach. He seemed to relish it, opening his mouth as she invaded his and placing his arms around her as she did to him.  His response was warmer, but even with him she sensed the pulling away when he deemed the bounds of acceptability were reached. She acquiesced and let him go.

 

     “You are very warm,” she whispered, “I would like to make you warmer soon, if that is possible.”

 

  “Maybe lady”, he said, “but you must know I am married.”  It was encouraging that he seemed to accept what she was talking about.

 

   “Do you need a mistress” she asked.

 

   “I don’t think I need one,” he said.

 

     “But do you want one?”

 

     “Perhaps, but how many lovers can you manage,” he asked perceptively.

 

   “As many as want me, as long as they don’t expect me to visit them very often.”

 

    “Well then I hope to see you soon, here is my card,” he proffered it to her.  She looked closely at it, so much that the others must all have noticed it.  She had not seen such cards before.  It was printed with the name and address of Alfred on it with his business address at the offices of Valery’s company also.

 

    “I shall come and see you soon,” she promised.

 

    To Arabella she also gave a kiss.  She sensed a connection there.  “It would be good to make your acquaintance more intimately one day if you ever feel you want to.  You have beautiful skin.” She sensed that there was a kindred spirit deep within this lady, but on the surface there was warmth and an easy comfort.  Nonetheless Danella’s direct invitation was obviously disturbing to her.  Danella considered that she might be taking their acquaintance too far by offering this invitation, that she might be frightening Arabella away with the idea of female to female companionship, so restricted in Prancir. As an ambassador of her own culture of Pirion she began to feel again a new sense of mission with these people, to bring them to a fuller realisation of the possibilities of love.

 

    There was no need to fear Arabella’s reaction when it came. She smiled and said, “I know it is your way to be familiar with all, male and female, but it is not our way here. We do not need more than one lover or perhaps two and for most of us they need only be of the opposing sex.”  Tolerance and gentle refusal.  “However I would like you to be my friend.”

 

   “I understand,” Danella accepted. “I am sure I will see you again soon.”

 

    The four proceeded down the lighted staircase past candles and mirrors in which they could see themselves.  Danella was arm in arm with Valery.  She offered her other arm to Mireau, but he declined. “It would not look good here,” he whispered to her.  “You are with Valery for the moment.” She would have liked to have had both handsome men flanking her, supporting her at this late hour of the evening.