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Fantasy RP Aethel’s Amorous Adventures

She shook her head softly. "Not completely." She paused a moment. "But I would do penance for what I have told." She waited for whatever his instructions would be. Her eyes glittered softly in the dark as she studied him. She wondered what he would be like... These stories only stirred her and, mostly because she couldn't easily have him, she wanted to take this priest righter and now. The light of desire glowed in her face a little, but she forced it away. She was pretty sure this wasn't the time yet. If she made her move too quickly, she would probably spoil it.
 
"You must abstain from the pleasures that you are surrendering yourself to. You would do well to gaurd yourself from such men that hunger after you with nothing else inside their soul." He said to her, none the wiser of what she had in store for him. "You must light that candle every night, and Speak the Seal of the Goddess 20 times." He added
 
She nodded. For an instant, a glint showed in her eye that betrayed something of what she was thinking, but she mastered herself quickly. "I... I'm afraid I haven't been very devout. Can you help me with the prayers? I don't know them well..." She looked at him shyly. The request was genuine. She had been taught them once, probably, but she had forgotten them long ago and wasn't sure how to proceed even with the instructions she had been given.
 
""you have forgotten the Seal my child?" He said agast at the thought. "Yes, I will show you. Have you more to confess?"
 
She shook her head. "Not at the moment." Her head bowed and she assumed a reverential attitude. "Teach me to pray."
 
"Bring your hands together, pressing your thumbs together so that the first knuckles joints touch. And touch your hands to you lips." He said as he formed the same gesture. "Do you remember the chantry delict at least? The song of the goddess?"
 
Aethel placed her hands together, purposely mistaking exactly how it was supposed to be done. "Like this?" her thumbs were slightly wrong as she held her hands for him to check her posture. "It starts, 'Holy Mother, Lady of the world," Right?"
 
"Correct." He said nodding as he looked at her hands. "Wait. Not like that" he said reaching out and gently starting to adjust her hands, squeezing on her hands and moving her fingers to fix her up. "There we are." He said nodding. "Now, the Seal begins the same. 'Holy Mother, Lady of the World, maker of man...'" he said softly beginning the prayer "Made in your image, and carved of your clay, I come to you in need of your blessings- upon my soul I place your seals." He said as he began to slowly bring his hands up to his forehead, then over his heart, then to his belly. With each placemt, he changed his hand seals,pull up his thumbs and index finger to tap them. "Mind, heart. And soul." He whispered. Ofcourse she saw his fervent faith, his hands twinkling softly with divine light.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes occasionally drifting to his face as he hovered near her, adjusting her position. She mirrorred his motions hesitantly, making mistakes here and there with her hand positions as she repeated the words after him. "Am I doing it right?" She looked up at him, her hands hovering over her heart, nice and close to her expansive bosoms. Her eyes glistened softly in the dim light as she studied his reverent face.
 
"Close ,your hands are a bit off " he said as she worked the signs. As her hands neared her breasts, she saw his lips purse slightly. Hus eyes were focused on her hands, clearly thinking on the lesson it seemed. "You must practice." He said as he reached out to adjust her hands again bringing her hands level to her lips. "Again." He said softly as he started to show her again, thoughts he took ut slowly for her.
 
She focused on his movements, not missing anything about his reactions. She repeated the motion, this time allowing her form to slip again as her hands neared her bosom. She maintained her questioning look at her teacher. "Is this still right?" She licked her lips softly as though she was focusing intently.
 
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The priest followed her hands motions, but touched them as she finished. "Better, but you missed your heart." He said as he folded her hands together again in the final seal, guiding her hands , allowing her the tips of her thumbs ti her breast. He had done this before, so his patience and his attention still were strong.
 
"Thank you, father." Liquidy eyes looked earnestly up at him. She lifted his hands slowly and kissed them, only bending her head down a little. She let her lips linger on his skin a moment, then let his hand drop and stepped away.
 
He merely bowed his head in return to her. "You are learning well already, I merely give you guidance on your journey." He said humbly as he raised his head to meet her eyes. "Remember your seals, and once the candle has melted completely, your...behavior will be considered forgiven."
 
"Thank you father." She bowed to him briefly, then made her departure.

The next afternoon, avoiding the evening vesper service, Aethel again appeared in the temple. She walked in slowly, reverently raising her eyes to the images of the Goddess in the stained glass windows. She moved softly through the sanctuary, looking around for the priest.
 
The priest was in the midst of laying out some offerings, some local vegetables set down before the statue of the Goddess. He prayed briefly before it, hoping it would please her and that she would in turn bless the village. Once he finished his seals, he turned away, briefly pausing when he noticed Aethel. "Ah. You've returned....I did not see you in service still Aethel." He said
 
Aethel dropped her eyes shamefacedly. "I... I still couldn't bring myself to come." She approached the priest slowly. "But I feel the Goddess speaking to me through you." She dropped to her knees in front of the priest. "Can I really be forgiven?" She looked up at him, a pleading expression on her face. Never mind that her low cut dress gave a generous display of her sizeable breasts.
 
"Aethel, ofcourse you can." He said as he started to look down as she dropped to her knees, bending slightly instinctively. Somehow the priests eyes managed not to drop, despite the tempting display of cleavage that would have a man swerve a cart from the road to get a good look. "Has something brought you to doubt yourself Aethel?" He asked gentky as he reached out and gently touched he'd hand to start to bring her back up.
 
"It's... The thoughts are there constantly. When I see a man, I want to have him. I think how I could make him groan and twitch. I imagine myself bouncing up and down on top of him, bent over the nearest surface with him inside me," here her eyes instinctively glanced at the altar in the front of the church, "or on my knees, his cock in my mouth." Her gaze dropped, lingering on his midsection area. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, "And I want it. I always want it."
 
The priest raised a brow subtly as she spoke, admitting her plight to him. "You are certainly in quite the ordeal, your trial is one of willpower and control. Given your...eh...promiscuous habits, and constant surrender to your impulses up until now, it will be more apparent for the few weeks ahead." He said as he walked her to a pew, sitting down with her. He cleared his throat slightly. "You mustn't give yourself over to them again...have you been finding yourself particularly tested by any....previous, or potential men? You may have to distance yourself somewhat from them."
 
"I... yes." She raised her eyes to his as if with difficulty, and when she did, the hunger in them was easily apparent. "It's the ones I can't have that tempt me most." She glanced around. "It's the places where I can't surrender that drive me to desire." Her gaze intensified. "I..." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip slowly, stepping closer to the priest. Her eyes were bright, her face flushed.
 
He flushed faintly as she trailed off and looked at him. "Ah-um...Am I tempting you?" He said as he leaned back slightly. Afterall, he was a young, attractive man, and despite Aethel's avoidance of the temple, some women in town did gossip on their young father.
 
“I… You are.” Her voice remained sweet and low. “Am I tempting you?” She swayed closer, her whole body quivering inches from his. In just a moment, she could be his, wrapped in his embrace, her voluptuous body pressed against his. It was all on offer just under the thin veil of hesitant repentance.
 
As she hovered closer and closer, her sway, her presence that could bend even a Romantic like Luis, or draw in the Twins, and her fling along the village, reached out to captivate the priest. He put a hand up, touching her shoulder, and another on her cheek. His hands firm, his finger tips gently squeezing on her skin. Was he falling into her hungers too, her seduction. He gently shifted her, sliding her back lightly. "Aethel, you are a alluring woman, the Goddess surely took care to give you your beauty and Visage. But I seek no worldly desires, as The Goddess is all that I require."
 
Genuine disappointment twisted in Aethel’s stomach. The hunger, after all, was not feigned. She moved closer, melting into his touch. One hand reached up to caress his cheek while the other moved to his waist. It drifted suggestively down. “But the Goddess does not satisfy all a man’s needs. I can do that. I can be the fingers, the mouth, the body of the Goddess. I can be sent by her to tend to your other desires as a reward for such faithful service.” Her hand drifted lower over his member. She couldn’t feel much through the thick folds of cloth, but she knew he would feel the pressure of her hand and hoped this would do its trick.
 
As she ramped up in her efforts, her hands rubbing on the priest, she felt his hand grasp on her wrist and he held it, pulling her hands away and rebuffing her advances. Though now he was visibly flushed. "Aethel, that is not the will of the Goddess, and to suggest she cannot fulfill her Servants need simply because you lust after them is a affront!" He said as he held her at bay now.
 
Aethel pulled away, rebuffed. She was not shamed. She hadn’t been planning to make a full assault today anyway. She slightly worried she had blown it, but she decided against pushing things further now. “You are tempted, though.” Her voice was still low and sultry. She did not push herself toward him now, but her body was still very much on offer. “The goddess offers.” She let her fingers trail along his hand as she pulled from his grasp. “Light a candle in your room window. Before it burns down, your call will be answered.” She stepped back, giving him one last lingering chance to stop her before she left.
 
"I think. We will have to double your seals if you are to temper your appetites." She heard him said as the priest stood up, walking to the Statue of the Goddess. He picked up a candle, walking towards her and putting it in her hand. "I will pray for you." He said, though he was still faintly flushed, he seemed to have recovered from the shock of her attempt. Whether she had blown her chances, or simply confirmed to him that she would certainly require a priest to try to help her tame her excesses, would be up in the air. But he did turn and start to walk back to the idol.
 
Aethel turned and left the church, both frustrated and with an even more voracious appetite than before. (Insert new prompt here. Lustful Aethel haunts the tavern frustrated after a failed seduction attempt;)). She would watch the church, and she would show up for the vespers service tonight. She would stay a little late to light another candle. She brooded on her plan as she wandered through the village.
 
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