Life and Times of a Priestess Ch. 12

She toyed provocatively with the hem of her dress. "I note your wife cannot fulfil all your needs. I imagine you need more sex than she can offer." She halted for a moment. He said nothing, the moment seemed suspended.

"I like you Mireau. I like you very much. You probably think it strange to like someone so quickly without knowing them well."

"It is unusual here. But I understand where you come from things are different." He knew what was coming now.

"You Prancirians are slow to make love. In Pirion there would have been no need for talk. It is time." She rose from her chair and came to the settee where Mireau sat.

Her blood ran warmly in her veins and she felt powerful as she carried out this seduction. It could not fail. No man that she had ever wanted had been denied to her, except for Ravelleon. In Pirion they chose her. A glance, any sign of interest could usually win her any man she wanted. She imagined what Mireau might be thinking now. A beautiful woman recently arrived from another continent had chosen him to make love to.

She leaned over his settee towering above him, to take him and wrap her arms around his gorgeous body. Reaching her fingers to his crotch she began to unbutton his flies, glancing to his elated eyes and flashing a smile. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth as she pulled out Mireau's cock, attentive and glistening before her. She pulled down the foreskin studying it intently and commanding its arousal. She began now to massage the penis along its shaft, sighing in her pleasure and in anticipation. Rolling the glans of his warm penis against her cheek she drew its lubrication across her flesh. She lubricated it more, rolling it across her wet lips, fondling it with her fingers and drawing it close before taking it into her welcoming mouth. She loved the feel of it on her tongue as she closed her lips around it, tasting it, savouring it. Raising her head she licked its rigidity as she heard his breathing becoming stronger. She felt him running his hands through her dark hair as he relaxed to her ministrations.

She grabbed for those buttocks which she had eyed so long last night before and after the ballet. She ran two fingers down the soft skin between his anus and his testicles before swallowing his penis again, deep into her mouth. Mireau held her as she pushed her mouth forward over him, as she sucked lovingly on his hardness.

She could feel his excitement welling up from deep within him, small signs, his body beginning to tremor with unrestrained excitement. A flush was over him and his breathing became uneven. Softly she moulded him with her hands and offered her body to his sight. She felt disappointment that he had become so excited so soon, but it was common among the soldiers she had known. The experience of illicit love with a stranger or of the chance to make love to someone new often proved too much for them. She knew men too well to refuse them at such a time. She would ride with their pleasure wave, exhorting and nourishing it until it would break upon her. Her pleasure was Mireau's. She surveyed him with her eyes but kept her lips clamped firmly around the slavering penis, massaging it with mouth and tongue as she pulled at it, willing it into her throat until finally the milky waters broke, gushing into her mouth. She released the lips of her mouth to let him see his precious liquid on her tongue and dribbling from her mouth as she panted, then took his penis deep into her mouth again to suck gently before it softened. His body shuddered in contentment as his senses returned, but his penis did not lose its vigour. He remained full of excitement although he seemed helpless to move now, weakened by the enormity of his experience.

She rested her head against his chest as she leaned against him, kneeling before him. Slowly he gathered her up in his arms and she felt the warmth of him. With one hand he massaged her swollen breasts and felt the hardness of her nipples. His tingling touch brought pleasure to her. He pulled her up to him and she sat on his knee leaning against him as their faces came together. As tongues tenderly tested each other Mireau slowly explored the mounds and curves of her body, finally resting his right hand between her legs, fingering her wet sex, inserting first one finger then two into her vagina. She sighed in encouragement.

Wriggling off him she sat beside him leaning back against the backrest and spreading her legs wide. Thus she invited him to pleasure her. She reached out her arms to pull him to her and brought his head to the moist lips of her quim. He licked slowly, as she began to moan softly in the way Priestesses often did. Mireau licked her clitoris all ways until it swelled even more. He was good, better than she had imagined. She knew he had practised this on more than one woman and had earned a wealth of experience. She felt her legs tense, clasping his head in her tightening grip. Then he pulled back not wanting to climax her this soon, although he had already given his own orgasm. He teased her with his tongue all over her tenderest flesh. His hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom as he feasted on her. She found delights in the emanations which coursed through her body. Tension had been mounting in her and then she felt freed from it as the memory of her past excesses as a Priestess came to her again.

"Please do it to me," she cried. Immediately she felt his erection press against her pubic mount and slip inside. She gripped the arm of the settee as she wriggled and writhed beneath him.

"Fuck me please." He grasped her hips as she held her legs wider. Her whole body shuddered as he penetrated her. "Hard, please, hard." He took her hard and quickly, in and out of her vagina as she breathlessly called for more. She entered an ecstatic trancelike state as the penis pushed inside her. She felt the muscles of her quim grow more taut, squeezing Mireau as she milked him. She came, as Mireau again expended himself, hot and feverish inside her. Her muscles still squeezed at him as her mouth hung open and groaning in her release. He sank upon her, his wet cock sagging on her flesh as he rested in her arms, satiated for the time being.