The young priest and I climbed up the stairs. We were both silent. All around was the sound of our shoes, tapping on the steps and then making them creak, and the distant echo of the clientele in the rooms below.
We walked into the Emperor's room.
I could almost feel, like a physical presence, like a third person that accompanied us, the fire that was beginning to ignite within Gustave.
The young man looked around. He looked at the clutter of the room, the armoires filled with linen, and the little tables covered with yellowed laces. He stared at the big bed. Now and then, he would quickly glance at me, timidly but with some interest.
I pretended not to notice, and I busied myself with the search for a mattress and some sheets inside the cupboards and the various chest of drawers that were lined up against the walls.
I moved with the knowledge that his eyes followed me. Every curve of my body seemed to peek out and protrude from my dresses, as I now bend over and now stood on my tiptoes. I pretended not even to notice him, and I moved freely and casually, but I believed that the sight of might hand caressing a piece of fabric and the sight of my neck as it craned to study a pillow were of great interest to the shy Gustave.
As I moved about the room, carrying a pile of sheets or a pillow, I also seemed to inadvertently brush against him, and then to rest my hand on his chest begging for forgiveness for the space was quite tight for two.
'But not at all,' he stammered, trying to meet my gaze which was firm and searching, but finding it hard lest his eyes might reveal some thoughts he was harbouring for the first time, that were now scaring him.
How he blushed! How lost was he for words!
All the men I had had until that night had been more experienced than me. I had often been their toy to use. Now, I felt the roles were reversed: Gustave knew nothing, while I held, tight in my heaving bosom, the keys to a world he could barely comprehend.
'There it is,' I said, after I finished tucking in the sheets under the makeshift bed I had made on the floor, 'I believe this will keep you warm and quite comfortable. It will be so much better to a hard bench in a drafty kitchen.'
The young priest – it also occurred to me that he was not a priest yet, and he had every right to change his mind with regards to his future occupation – thanked me and said he would remember me in his prayers.
We then stood in silence for it was time to disrobe for bed, and it now occurred to the both of us that it would be most indecent if we were to show ourselves to one another in a state of nakedness.
'I wonder if there is a little folding screen we could use…' Gustave began.
I smiled at him and said I had not seen one.
'Maybe I can wait outside while you get ready for bed,' he then suggested.
'That is a good idea,' I replied, 'but tell me,' I added before he could step out of the room, 'have you never see a woman without her dress on?'
He shook his head and stared at his feet.
'Not even a cousin, or a maid?'
He smiled and said that he had not.
'So,' I continued, 'you have not been intimate with a woman either.'
He shook his head, glancing quickly at me and then looking away.
'A good-looking young man like you…' I commented.
Gustave was now twisting his hands, unable to say anything.
I shook my head, like an older sister would before a younger brother's inexperience, and moved closer to him.
Gustave took a step back, but I took his hand in mine and said:
'Why do you walk away? I don't mind being close to you.'
He looked up, sheepishly.
'I don't know what to say…' he whispered.
'You don't have to say anything,' I replied.
'And wouldn't know what to do…' he added.
I held his hand, which was now shaking a little. I spoke calmly, even though I could feel my heart beating fast in my chest, as if that little confidence with such a timid young man was a much greater and daring act:
'You know, it's not always up to the man to do something. If a woman is interested, she will show a man her heart. Aren't you a little curious?'
The young priest was silent for a moment. His lips were trembling as he opened his mouth:
'I have heard older boys talk about these things, but I have never believed…'
'What? Hasn't anybody ever told you you're handsome?' I retorted with a candour that startled him.
'No… Why would anybody? I am nothing… Just a priest…' he said.
I shook my head:
'No, not yet. You're not. You are a man. That's all.'
I then let his hand go and moved my fingers towards his crotch.
'Can you feel this?' I asked, now massaging his erection under his cassock. 'You desire me too.'
He shook his head.
'Don't you?' I said, applying more pressure. Gently.
Gustave's eyes widened. They locked with mine and could look away.
'I do,' he whispered. 'But…'
'Do you want me to show you?' I asked tenderly, moving closer to him.
He nodded, and, as he did, I put my lips on his.
'Have you ever kissed a woman before?' I asked, my mouth now barely an inch away from his.
My hand still on his groin, he gave a little yelp.
'Did you like it?'
'Yes,' he whispered.
I smiled, pleased with his reaction, then said.
'Why don't you touch me, then? I don't bite.'
Gustave didn't move.
So, I put my lips on his once more, and my tongue entered into his mouth, slowly passing the barrier of his teeth, and searching for his tongue.
'Touch me,' I said once more.
He put his hands on my breasts.
'Aren't they soft?' I asked.
He nodded and said in a pleading tone.
'Yes… So soft…'
'Then squeeze them,' I told him.
He obeyed, and I felt the gentle, timid pressure of his fingers on my chest. I moaned a little to let him know I liked to be treated thusly.
Everything I was about to show him was a surprise to him. I felt emboldened and, at once, excited by being now so superior to a man. This vanity then made me quite devious, and I wished to discover how much influence I could exert over Gustave.
'Why do you believe God has made a woman so pleasing to a man?' I asked.
'I have to believe is to tempt me,' he said, now recoiling from me, staring at his hands, as if they had been blotched by their contact with my person.
I moved forward, smiling, not averting my gaze. I was sure of myself, in a way I hadn't been before.
'What temptation could this be? You will go back to your seminary tomorrow, with better knowledge of what leads a man and a woman to become husband and wife. Isn't also this a good way to keep faithful to one's spouse?'
'You're no spouse, Eloise,' Gustave said, now a little pained.
'No. But I can teach you the meaning of it, so that your words have meaning, when you counsel your flock.'
I enjoyed this discourse, but I was also becoming impatient to reach its objective.
'You can go, if you want,' I said.
Then, I began to undo my dress. I bared my breasts, which I felt in my hands for a minute to display their softness and their large size.
Then, I moved down with my hands along my torso, caressing my navel with my fingers, and, finally, dropping my skirts to reveal my pudenda.
'Don't you think I'm pretty?' I asked, almost innocently.
Gustave couldn't move. He was still, as if turned into a statue.
'Why don't you want to make me happy?' I said. 'I want you, and I know you can give me a lot of pleasure.'
I took his hand once again, and I placed it on my pussy. I held it so that the tip of his fingers combed through the soft fur and reached my lips.
'Ah!' I moaned, as he entered me, almost unexpectedly.
I felt his arm stiffen, taken aback by my reaction, but I smiled and told him I was already very wet.
'What should I do?'
'Move your fingers inside and out,' I said. 'Yes, that's very good.'
After a moment of this, I made him to lie down.
'Gustave, let me show you the great secret that a woman carries with her. Do you want me to?' I asked.
He nodded, transfixed, unable to look away.
I then squatted, so that I was very close to his face.
'This part here,' I said, parting my lower lips gently, 'is very sensitive and can give a woman a great pleasure indeed.'
I looked at my clitoris for a minute, then up towards me.
'You can give it a little kiss, as if it was my own mouth,' I instructed.
He pecked it quickly, then looked at me.
I nodded encouragingly, so he kissed it again, this time more longingly.
'Yes, Gustave. That is very nice,' I told him.
He then kissed it a little more. This time with more transport. As he did so, he moaned quietly.
I ran my hand through his hair and tenderly pulled him a little closer, as my desire took me.
'That's it. Now, lick it up and down… Ahh… Yes… Don't stop!' I cried.
He obeyed and was very obliging.
I didn't have to say much more then: he was so eager to please me and now understood what he was supposed to do, that I found his caresses very pleasing indeed.
My taste had however been steered in new directions during the past year. Those simple and innocent kisses would have indeed been sufficient to satisfy me once, but I had, by then, developed a taste for ulterior paths to the temple of Venus.
I was now warm all over, filled with desire, and I didn't wish to wait much longer to receive full satisfaction. I therefore fitted to fingers into my asshole.
Gustave must have noticed this, for he paused a moment.
'This is what I like too,' I explained. 'You will see how much pleasure these activities give me.'
Gustave resumed his kisses, and now indulging with his tongue on the opening of my vagina, which he hadn't explored until then.
I was squatting on top of him, balancing on my heels. My thighs burned from the effort. I was now exhaling great sighs.
'You are forgetting your lesson,' I said and put my free hand onto my clit, which I began to rub with great intensity.
I pushed down onto Gustave's tongue, so that he could fit its tip into my vagina. All the while, I was stretching my asshole, having fitted a third finger into it.
'Taste me, little Gustave,' I said, 'Come one… Mmmh… Yes, yes…'
Now, the young priest put his hands on my buttocks, squeezing them, puling me further down towards him.
I rocked my hips back and forth in short, nervous movements.
My asshole tenser around my knuckles, and my thighs twitched. I now gave out a low moan, mixed with whispers and cries:
'Aaah! It's coming… Aaah!'
Gustave squeezed my ass abruptly, digging his nails into my flesh, which spurred me with a great shock, so that I cried out louder and, without any restrained, I presently came.
'Aaaaaaah!'
My heart pounded in my chest and I felt breathless, but I moved quickly with great eagerness onto his crotch, which I freed from his cassock and his undergarments.
'Poor Gustave!' I said, admiring his erection, which must have been quite painful by now, being so constricted by his clothes.
'Let me take care of you,' I said.
'Yes… Eloise… Ah, don't wait,' he sobbed.
I took his dick in my hand and began milking him with sure strokes.
As I did so, I stared at him with great desire and asked:
'Am I making you come? Is this good?'
'Ah, my Lord!' he exclaimed. 'I believe I…'
He couldn't finish his sentence. The young priest was now coming.
I saw a squirt of white semen jet out from his cock and arch through the air. Having had no opportunity to please him in a more fitting manner, I brought my mouth to his glans and received the rest of his ejaculation in my throat.
I then held his scrotum with my fingers, so that I made that soft purse bulge and go pink.
'Ah!' he cried out.
I then fitted all his cock down my throat with a swift motion.
'Urgggh!' he then said in a choked voice.
I still held his plums firmly in my hand and his shaft down my throat, which I did for a moment, holding my breath until the room began to spin.
Then, I emerged and gave a loud, thankful exclamation as I took in a big gulp of air:
'Aaah!'
Streaks of saliva drooped from my mouth and chin, all the way down to his groin.
I knew not what I was doing: the room was still spinning for having held my breath, and I could hardly see, as my eyes were filled with tears. I resumed my masturbation of Gustave's dick with great vigour.
'Eloise…' he begged. 'I… can't… I don't… think…'
Then, I took his dick in my mouth once again and bobbed my head up and down. All the while, I was still holding Gustave's testicles, which I began to squeeze a little more in my hand.
'Eloise… Oh, my God!' he cried out again.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, and the priest begged me not to stop. He said this with such a voice that I doubted he was now ready to come again.
I released his pouch, which must have been a pleasant release, and I gave a big suck on his dick, which I then fitted all the way down my throat.
I pressed with my lips against the base of his cock, forcing myself to stay in that position.
He now bent down as if he was prey to cramps and was about to be sick. Instead, the warmth of his sperm filled my throat, spraying in short bursts.
I coughed, as tears fell down my face, and mucus and sperm ran out of my nostrils. I took a little mouthful of air…
But Gustave, now filled with great desire, pushed me down on him again.
I couldn't breathe, but Gustave kept his hand on my neck, and I could only try to swallow the content he had reversed into my mouth.
Then, his hand was gone, and I was breathing in big gulps of air, coughing and laughing, as he tried to console me. He apologized greatly, but I could only sputter out the mixture of semen, snot, and saliva, and laugh at that messy conclusion.
I could feel that my face was covered by the same warm mixture.
Gustave looked at me with a worried look on his face, full of pity and sorrow.
This I found equally comedic, and it made me laugh even more.
'Come here, my little priest,' I said, once I had calmed myself down. 'Help me clean myself… No, no need for a handkerchief,' I explain. 'Yes, come here: with your cock, you move it all… Yeah… Into my mouth!'
Gustave dutifully cleaned me up in this manner. I could feel his testicles caressing my cheek, and his dick move around, collecting the semen, and pushing into my mouth.
As this organ reached my mouth, I never neglected to give it a little lick, or a suck.
'Every hole of a woman can fit a man's dick,' I philosophised. 'His fingers, and hands too. And every hole gives her a great pleasure, if properly tendered to.'
The savoury and sweet and sickly flavour of that concoction filled my mouth, filling me with that odd desire for dirty things that sometimes take us.
'And everything can make you desirous, and one can learn to love and find pleasure with every aspect of creation,' I added, sucking my fingers for greater effect.
'I understand,' he said.
Gustave now lay next to me on his mattress I prepared for him. For a while, he massaged my breasts, finding them quite attractive.
I believed he was trying to stir his dick once more, but, having already ejaculated twice in such a short amount of time, he couldn't achieve that design.
He said nothing.
I knew not what he was thinking, whether he was contented with what I had shown him, if he regretted falling for my temptation (although this I doubt greatly), or whether he was wondering what other ways of possessing a woman there were.
Finally, he fell asleep very peacefully with his finger up my what's-its-name.
I fell asleep shortly after, not without feeling once more the elation of having achieved such superiority, and of having displayed such greater knowledge, over a man.
I remember that I dreamed of the school I had just left, and of my mother, whom I had not seen for nearly a year, and of my brothers, who had left home.
Those images filled with such longing and sadness were abruptly shattered when I woke up and found that Gustave was not in bed with me anymore.
Not thinking much of it, I began to collect my things, so that I could board the next coach, when I realised that all my money was gone.