The rest of the way, it took wing and flew just ahead of me, as if encouraging me in my hard-breathing haste. Back at the convent barnyard, I installed the bird in the cows’ hayloft, in a wicker cage I had woven myself, and made it feel at home by giving it a hearty meal of live mice I had trapped and saved for the occasion.
Thereafter, I managed to keep the presence of the juika-bloth secret from everyone else at St. Pelagia’s, and also managed to keep it adequately fed and watered, and—usually at night—I let it exercise by flying free. Now and then a milk snake would come stealthily slithering about the cows’ byre in hope of drinking a meal from an unguarded milk pail. I would catch it and keep it until I had a chance to rehearse my eagle in swooping down on that lure at my command of “Sláit!” As soon as I was sure that the juika-bloth was still obedient, and had forgotten nothing of what I had taught it, I commenced to teach it a new accomplishment that I had devised.
But it was at about this time that, on a balmy autumn day, I was startled to be suddenly and intimately caressed by a small hand, and to hear a sweet voice saying, “Oo-ooh…” That was when Sister Deidamia came into my life.
7
I have told of my first encounter with Deidamia at St. Pelagia’s, and of my last. There were many in between, during which, as I have said, we taught one another numerous things. Since Deidamia never ceased to fret about her not being “a complete and developed woman”—because the “little nub” between her legs spurted no juice, as mine did—I was continually trying to console her, and even tried to help her remedy that lack that bothered her so.
I said guardedly, “I once overheard a man… talking of his own, er, thing… and he said its growth could be much enhanced, although his was already quite sizable.”
“Say you so?” Deidamia exclaimed hopefully. “Do you suppose my thing could similarly benefit? How did this man say it could be done?”
“Well… in his case… by a female’s taking it in her mouth from time to time… and, uh, massaging it vigorously with her lips and tongue.”
“That would make it grow?”
“So he said.”
“Did he say whether it actually did?”
“I am sorry, big sister, but I overheard no more.” I was being most circumspect in the telling, so as not to risk Deidamia’s suspecting that I had not heard of that but had done that. I was sure it would disgust her, as the recollection of it had ever since disgusted me.
She said in a shy voice, but with eagerness in her eyes, “Do you think…?”
“It might. It cannot hurt to try.”
“And you would not mind… doing such a thing?”
“Not at all,” I said, and truthfully. What had been repulsive when Brother Peter forced me to it seemed not at all so, now, with the beautiful Deidamia. As I bent my head down there, I said, “This may even give you a new kind of pleasure.”
Well, I knew it would, and it did, on the instant. As soon as I put my mouth there, Deidamia’s whole body jolted as if I had touched that sensitive little nub with a piece of briskly rubbed amber.
“Akh, my dear!” she gasped. “Akh, meins Guth!” It was a pleasure to me, too, to give her so much joy. She threshed and twisted so wildly that, after a while, I had to clasp my arms about her hips to keep my mouth where it belonged. At last, after a long, long time, she gasped weakly, breathlessly, “Ganohs… enough. Ganohs, leitils svistar…” I raised up, to lie supine beside her again, and she went on panting for a while. Then, when she had got her breath, she said, “But how selfish I have been! All that for me and nothing for you.”
“Ne, ne, I quite enjoyed—”
“Hush. You must be totally fatigued.”
“Well, not totally,” I said, and grinned.
“Akh, ja, I see,” she said, smiling. “Now, do you not move, Sister Thorn. Lie there just as you are, and let me roll atop you… so. Now let this warm
Thereafter, I managed to keep the presence of the juika-bloth secret from everyone else at St. Pelagia’s, and also managed to keep it adequately fed and watered, and—usually at night—I let it exercise by flying free. Now and then a milk snake would come stealthily slithering about the cows’ byre in hope of drinking a meal from an unguarded milk pail. I would catch it and keep it until I had a chance to rehearse my eagle in swooping down on that lure at my command of “Sláit!” As soon as I was sure that the juika-bloth was still obedient, and had forgotten nothing of what I had taught it, I commenced to teach it a new accomplishment that I had devised.
But it was at about this time that, on a balmy autumn day, I was startled to be suddenly and intimately caressed by a small hand, and to hear a sweet voice saying, “Oo-ooh…” That was when Sister Deidamia came into my life.
7
I have told of my first encounter with Deidamia at St. Pelagia’s, and of my last. There were many in between, during which, as I have said, we taught one another numerous things. Since Deidamia never ceased to fret about her not being “a complete and developed woman”—because the “little nub” between her legs spurted no juice, as mine did—I was continually trying to console her, and even tried to help her remedy that lack that bothered her so.
I said guardedly, “I once overheard a man… talking of his own, er, thing… and he said its growth could be much enhanced, although his was already quite sizable.”
“Say you so?” Deidamia exclaimed hopefully. “Do you suppose my thing could similarly benefit? How did this man say it could be done?”
“Well… in his case… by a female’s taking it in her mouth from time to time… and, uh, massaging it vigorously with her lips and tongue.”
“That would make it grow?”
“So he said.”
“Did he say whether it actually did?”
“I am sorry, big sister, but I overheard no more.” I was being most circumspect in the telling, so as not to risk Deidamia’s suspecting that I had not heard of that but had done that. I was sure it would disgust her, as the recollection of it had ever since disgusted me.
She said in a shy voice, but with eagerness in her eyes, “Do you think…?”
“It might. It cannot hurt to try.”
“And you would not mind… doing such a thing?”
“Not at all,” I said, and truthfully. What had been repulsive when Brother Peter forced me to it seemed not at all so, now, with the beautiful Deidamia. As I bent my head down there, I said, “This may even give you a new kind of pleasure.”
Well, I knew it would, and it did, on the instant. As soon as I put my mouth there, Deidamia’s whole body jolted as if I had touched that sensitive little nub with a piece of briskly rubbed amber.
“Akh, my dear!” she gasped. “Akh, meins Guth!” It was a pleasure to me, too, to give her so much joy. She threshed and twisted so wildly that, after a while, I had to clasp my arms about her hips to keep my mouth where it belonged. At last, after a long, long time, she gasped weakly, breathlessly, “Ganohs… enough. Ganohs, leitils svistar…” I raised up, to lie supine beside her again, and she went on panting for a while. Then, when she had got her breath, she said, “But how selfish I have been! All that for me and nothing for you.”
“Ne, ne, I quite enjoyed—”
“Hush. You must be totally fatigued.”
“Well, not totally,” I said, and grinned.
“Akh, ja, I see,” she said, smiling. “Now, do you not move, Sister Thorn. Lie there just as you are, and let me roll atop you… so. Now let this warm
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