artist.”
She beckoned forward one of the young men. He was very handsome, with the sculpted body of an athlete and a gentle smile.
“First,” Livaia said, “is anyone here still virgin? Come, there’s no need to be ashamed.”
I happened to glance at Shakanti, who was glaring, and looked away fast.
Renavir’s hand went up, spearing the air. She, too, glanced at Shakanti – seeking approval, poor child. Then, after a moment, Velance’s hand went up, too. Neither of them surprised me.
“Then we shall start with the basics.” She gestured to the young man to take off his robe. There were gasps and giggles – most of us had, of course, at least seen a cock before, but not in such circumstances. “Now,” she said, “I will show you how things work, and then, we shall move on to making them work better. Jalis here is in no need of encouragement, as you can see. I think being in the presence of so many pretty young ladies has had an effect on him. But sometimes encouragement is required. ”
She took him in hand, so to speak, and so our first lesson in the heart of the seductive arts began.
Growing up as I had, crammed in among the other servants, and later out with the caravans, I’d had neither the time nor the inclination to be especially modest, though with Sesh and Kyrl watching over me like a pair of mother hawks, I’d remained virgin until Hap-Canae. I enjoyed the lessons. When it moved from demonstration by Livaia to the point when we had to take part, I was more than ready. Watching people seduce each other did nothing to damp my own fires, and when it was my turn to sink into the cushions with Jalis, Livaia had to coach me not to take things too quickly.
Jalis. My second lover. Gentle, adept – not, perhaps, overburdened with brains, but exquisitely good at what he did. My own responses surprised me: I had thought things with Hap-Canae were marvellous, and was surprised to discover that they could be much more so.
I began to realise that Hap-Canae’s bedroom techniques lacked a certain something. I tried not to think about it. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of telling him, or suggesting that he pay a little attention to my own pleasure as well as his. After all I was, still, so grateful.
It wasn’t just that he had taken me away from a life of hard work – I didn’t mind work. He treated me like something of value. He loved to give me things: robes, jewellery. I’d never before worn anything that someone else hadn’t owned before me – the master’s gift of scarlet cloth was still, presumably, back in the servants’ quarters, or more probably adorning someone else by now. Just to have things of my own was a treat, and such things! Even the mistress had never had robes like this; lusciously dyed, richly embroidered, they were works of art. Necklaces the worth of which could have bought my old master and his entire business.
So yes, I was grateful, and wanted to make him proud of me. But this part of my lessons was hardly a chore.
I loved finding out how to make someone shudder and gasp, and cry out; to feel a cunny or a cock quiver at my touch, the sudden rush of wetness, the flushed skin and quick breath. Sweet tension, and its sweet release. I liked to give pleasure, and it gave me a sense, I suppose, of something I didn’t have anywhere else: power.
We were taught what foods to eat to enhance the senses, and which ones would sweeten one’s breath and one’s... other secretions. Every aspect of the art, from entering a room or pouring a drink, to undressing oneself or someone else with sensual grace.
I had to learn patience, and although grace was never my strongest point, I learned, at least in the bedroom, some subtlety. I became even more convinced that I had been lucky in being Chosen to be one of Babaska’s priestesses; I doubted those of the other deities had nearly as much fun.
Others didn’t take to it so well.
Brisein, Chosen by the Avatar Rohikanta, was the first to
She beckoned forward one of the young men. He was very handsome, with the sculpted body of an athlete and a gentle smile.
“First,” Livaia said, “is anyone here still virgin? Come, there’s no need to be ashamed.”
I happened to glance at Shakanti, who was glaring, and looked away fast.
Renavir’s hand went up, spearing the air. She, too, glanced at Shakanti – seeking approval, poor child. Then, after a moment, Velance’s hand went up, too. Neither of them surprised me.
“Then we shall start with the basics.” She gestured to the young man to take off his robe. There were gasps and giggles – most of us had, of course, at least seen a cock before, but not in such circumstances. “Now,” she said, “I will show you how things work, and then, we shall move on to making them work better. Jalis here is in no need of encouragement, as you can see. I think being in the presence of so many pretty young ladies has had an effect on him. But sometimes encouragement is required. ”
She took him in hand, so to speak, and so our first lesson in the heart of the seductive arts began.
Growing up as I had, crammed in among the other servants, and later out with the caravans, I’d had neither the time nor the inclination to be especially modest, though with Sesh and Kyrl watching over me like a pair of mother hawks, I’d remained virgin until Hap-Canae. I enjoyed the lessons. When it moved from demonstration by Livaia to the point when we had to take part, I was more than ready. Watching people seduce each other did nothing to damp my own fires, and when it was my turn to sink into the cushions with Jalis, Livaia had to coach me not to take things too quickly.
Jalis. My second lover. Gentle, adept – not, perhaps, overburdened with brains, but exquisitely good at what he did. My own responses surprised me: I had thought things with Hap-Canae were marvellous, and was surprised to discover that they could be much more so.
I began to realise that Hap-Canae’s bedroom techniques lacked a certain something. I tried not to think about it. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of telling him, or suggesting that he pay a little attention to my own pleasure as well as his. After all I was, still, so grateful.
It wasn’t just that he had taken me away from a life of hard work – I didn’t mind work. He treated me like something of value. He loved to give me things: robes, jewellery. I’d never before worn anything that someone else hadn’t owned before me – the master’s gift of scarlet cloth was still, presumably, back in the servants’ quarters, or more probably adorning someone else by now. Just to have things of my own was a treat, and such things! Even the mistress had never had robes like this; lusciously dyed, richly embroidered, they were works of art. Necklaces the worth of which could have bought my old master and his entire business.
So yes, I was grateful, and wanted to make him proud of me. But this part of my lessons was hardly a chore.
I loved finding out how to make someone shudder and gasp, and cry out; to feel a cunny or a cock quiver at my touch, the sudden rush of wetness, the flushed skin and quick breath. Sweet tension, and its sweet release. I liked to give pleasure, and it gave me a sense, I suppose, of something I didn’t have anywhere else: power.
We were taught what foods to eat to enhance the senses, and which ones would sweeten one’s breath and one’s... other secretions. Every aspect of the art, from entering a room or pouring a drink, to undressing oneself or someone else with sensual grace.
I had to learn patience, and although grace was never my strongest point, I learned, at least in the bedroom, some subtlety. I became even more convinced that I had been lucky in being Chosen to be one of Babaska’s priestesses; I doubted those of the other deities had nearly as much fun.
Others didn’t take to it so well.
Brisein, Chosen by the Avatar Rohikanta, was the first to
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