The Priestess and Her Boy Ch. 01

Chapters:

1-Tak and Hanja

2 -The Ceremony of Giving

3 - Priestess Ashala

4 - The City

5 - The Tribes of the North

6 - The Princess and the Temple Boy

7 - The Battle of Tajorg

8 - Ruta's Story

9 - The Journey to Vosgir

10 - The Frame of Repentance

11 - The Slave Market

12 - The Banner of the Goddess

13 - The Death of King Charton

14 - Eastern Promises

15 - The Coronation

16 - Suf Herb

17 - Nikah Outside

18 - The Capture

19 - The Temple of the South

20 - The Tavern Girl

21 - The Island of Lero

22 - Kamhet's Girl

23 - The Old Queen's Inquisitor

24 - The Emperor's Plan

25 - In Hanja's Room

26 - Taneric's Dream

27 - Reunion

Chapter 1 - Tak and Hanja

On the third night of the raven, in the fourteenth year of the Republic, and in his twentieth summer, the Temple boy Tak served Priestess Hanja in her bedchamber.

His knock came a few minutes early, as she was dressing in her comfort robe.

"Tak, is that you?" she called. "Wait outside until I am ready!"

She pulled the short robe of scarlet silk over her shoulders, tied the sash and opened her bedchamber door to reveal Tak waiting patiently in the hall. He was a beautiful young man, as all Temple boys are of course, but Hanja considered him exceptional. Broad shoulders, flat stomach and strong thighs, below a handsome, intelligent face framed in blond locks. Tak was perhaps Hanja's favorite Temple boy, and she was quite sure he knew it.

"Tak, my sweet boy, come in. Take off your tunic and hang it behind the door as usual! And then you can perform your Act of Greeting."

The Act of Greeting, like the Act of Obedience and The Act of Contrition, is a ritual taught to all boys during formal training in the first months after their arrival at the Temple. Tak, now properly naked, sank to his hands and knees before Hanja. Thighs spread wide, rump raised, back arched downwards and shoulders pressed to her bedchamber floor, he lovingly kissed the bare foot that she offered.

"Temple boy Tak greets Priestess Hanja." he said, softly.

Hanja let him keep position for a few seconds, admiring the clenched muscular back and splayed thighs.

"That is lovely Tak," she said. "You may rise. Pour me a glass of wine and tell me about your day".

Hanja, perhaps unusually for a priestess, enjoyed plenty of friendly discourse with Temple boys before moving them to her couch. She listened with genuine interest as he described his day working in the Temple suf-herb gardens; details of the cultivation, the health of the current crop and gossip about other Temple boys.

"Suf-herb is mentioned in the Book of the Prophet and growing it brings you closer to the Goddess. So I'm glad you enjoy your work, Tak. And it keeps you beautifully tanned, being out there in the sun."

"Yes Mistress," replied Tak. "The Garden Priestess kindly allows us to remove our tunics on hot days."

"Of course she does." said Hanja, stifling a laugh.

"Mistress, may I ask you a question?" said Tak earnestly.

"Of course my sweet boy, what is on your mind?"

Tak blushed.

"May I...May I come to you more often in the evenings?"

This time, Hanja was unable to suppress her laughter.

"Oh Tak, you silly boy! You know that is not how things work. What would the other priestesses say? I cannot own you like that Tak. Not like a boy might be owned by a mistress in the City. You belong to the Temple. Tomorrow night, for example, you are going to Priestess Ashala."

Tak looked crestfallen.

"But Mistress, she is...older."

Hanja threw back her head and laughed.

"Tak, you are so funny. And you really should not exaggerate like that! But Ashala does remember the reign of the old Queen. If you please her, as I know you will, and if you ask her nicely, she may tell you stories of those times. And she adores you Tak, I can tell. But, enough of this nonsense, move to the couch Tak!"

"Position Mistress?"

"She-Crab Tak!"

Tak assumed his place on Hanja's couch and she began attaching restraints to his body, leaning over him to adjust the leather straps. As she did so she heard him whisper, "Please Mistress. Please let me hold you."

Hanja rose with a flash of anger.

"Tak! That is obscene! How dare you! I should have you perform the Act of Obedience and fetch my cane!"

She glared down at the now frightened Temple Boy. His sex, which she had seen to be engorged and upright as she worked to secure him, was now diminished.

"Oh Tak. What am I going to do with you?" she said, softening. "You know the Goddess sees and hears everything. She is all around us here in the Temple. And, furthermore, if you ever talk to another priestess like that I will not be able to help you. Here, get back into position and I will finish with your restraints and arouse you once more so that I can properly enjoy you."