Edited by Kumani.
This is my first erotic story, so comments are very welcome. I would like to improve. Yes, it is a wordy little thing. I was playing around with some historical erotic satire and got caught in that narrative voice. So just as an opening thought, if you do not care for words the size of 'consanguinity', you will likely want to skip this story and head back on over to the incest section.
Prologue
To the great Courtesan Entrenetitia three gifts were amply bestowed by nature and rearing: kindness, wisdom, and beauty.
Her ancestry is quite as magnificent as she, having descended from a lady renowned for political, literary and erotic merit: Margaret of Angouleme, Queen of Navarre, liberator of Kings, from whose hand the
Heptameron
emerged, a work sacred to love. No less, for a paternal forebear she claimed relation to Avicenna, that astute and wondrous thinker of the East, author of the exquisite text
Treatise on Love,
among other great works of lacy metaphysical design.
Like her maternal forebear, Entrenetitia was removed early on from society to be educated in the seclusion of a country chateau under the experienced hand of a preceptor, a lady whose name remains shrouded.
There, Entrenetitia was trained in the literary and philosophical arts, the sciences, medicine, politics, journalism, eastern and western mysticism, and magic. Magic was her early speciality. She combined it superbly with her erotic education, which began when she turned the sacred age of nineteen.
The erotic education of the Courtesan was unparalleled. Her preceptor was a Priestess of a sect originating from the temple of Mylitta in ancient Babylon, upon the precinct of which each woman of the city-state was required to indulge in sanctified prostitution as an offering to the goddess Astarte. The forbidden mysteries of this long distant culture, though they have emerged in brief moments throughout history, have usually been considered politically and religiously dangerous, and hence were suppressed under the banner of heresy in a number of faiths. As a result, only mere traces survive...at least in the public light.
Upon reaching twenty-five, Entrenetitia had in the seclusion of her chateau so perfected and embodied this sublime tradition of the original temple that she could inspire uncontrollable gushing of any manly fountain near her by revealing just one of her thighs in the sacred manner (for this reason, her male servants were tightly girded at all times unless she was practising on them).
With no less ease, she could bring men and women alike to a state of trembling bliss with a single, grazing, whisper of a touch to any frequented or unfrequented part of the body. Of what great deeds she is capable to further the tradition, to provide it with a greater apex, posterity shall no doubt record.
What follows, dearest reader, are tales accounting for how the legendary Entrenetitia became cursed through her own doing, and, in attempting to break the curse, improved a winsome leader, and through him, the world.
First Part: How Entrenetitia is cursed through her own doing
As many wise heretics of the past have understood, the combining of magic and sexual passion can lead to moments of great power in which the universe itself may fall out of alignment. Entrenetitia had been taught to respect this truth and in her heart wished to maintain the intended balance of all things. Were it not for her ravishing hunger for knowledge, in itself a noble passion, she might have obeyed all the precepts that kept her and the universe safe.
In her final year as a student in her secluded chateau, Entrenetitia developed a curiosity bordering upon obsession for a certain forbidden ancient scroll, said to be from the temple of Mylitta. Her Preceptor was very cautious with it, withholding it at all times from her direct view. Enternetitia longed to extract from this text the hidden knowledge she was certain had been recorded there. However, the Preceptor was ever vigilant.
The first opportunity the Courtesan had to view this extraordinary document was the day upon which she mastered the
prayer to the goodness of Astarte
. When properly chanted just above and in delicate contact with the exposed clitoris of a priestess, this prayer is capable of inducing six sacred orgasms, each dawning more powerfully than the preceding one, until a catatonic bliss takes over, a prolonged spasm of wonder so acute that the body yields mind and soul to transcend into glorified suspension to the hidden inner chamber of the Goddess herself. The holy state persists until, embraced and released in the same moment by the presence of Astarte, the priestess is permitted to return once again to her deliciously sensual earth-bound form.
On a morning perfumed with a misty light rain and lilac, a morning with a slight chill in the air to heighten carnal need, Entrenetitia approached with reverence the pale, silken thighs of her Preceptor, presently splayed, awaiting the sudden warmth of a mouth. At the foot of her Preceptor's bed Entrenetitia disrobed, her caramel skin aglow with passion, and knelt over her mentor to recite the prayer. Though she had conducted the exercise before, this particular morning she felt more deeply inspired, sensing the presence of the goddess to be quite near.
Remarkably, the Preceptor under the touch of Entrenetitia's sweet mouth succumbed to not six but twelve sacred orgasms that morning.
The Courtesan waited as her Preceptor communed with Astarte, sensing that the return may take several hours. As her attention began to flag, she noticed the scroll she coveted, laid open to view at a side table near the Preceptor's bed. At first she resisted. But helpless to the pull of it, she finally gave in. She took it carefully from the bedside and began to read (having been schooled in ancient scripts of all kinds).
There, sitting gloriously nude by the side of her helpless Preceptor, she encountered secrets of such power they would be far too dangerous to repeat here. What may be recounted is that Entrenetitia learned that day the ritual to summon the
flame of Astarte
.
This discovery proved to be her immediate undoing. No sooner had she summoned the scared fire to hover with unearthly bliss above her palms (a feat that had not been accomplished for several thousand years), her Preceptor awoke. With haste, not knowing what else to do, Entrenetitia swallowed the flame to douse it.
"Ah! Ah!" cried the Preceptor, sensing something was amiss. "What have you done, child?"
Entrenetitia confessed to her wayward behaviour. Hearing the full account, the Preceptor was dismayed. "This is very bad indeed, dearest one. The Goddess will surely punish you. Sit quietly now, I must return to commune with her once again to find out what fate she intends."
With trepidation, Entrenetitia waited while the Preceptor returned to her trance. Within an hour, her mentor stirred. "The good news, dear pupil, is that you have become immortal. The bad news is that you are subject to a curse: as you have swallowed the flame of Astarte, so you will become it. Your worldly flesh will gradually fade. Your mind and soul will gather in the form of the holy flame and like a flame, you will be scattered across the world, summoned anywhere there is sufficient erotic passion. Your presence will eventually become so powerful that you will threaten the sanctity of all things. Societies will collapse one by one. You will encourage only lust and chaos."
Entrenetitia wept when the Preceptor presented her with this news. "Is there some way to lift the curse?"
"The love of Astarte for you is great, for she also told me this: if before you fade entirely, which will be a full year from this day, you enlighten the world as to the truth of the flame, the curse will be lifted."
"Surely this is something I can do."
"Perhaps, though given your great talents, the Goddess added one extra requirement to make it more challenging. You must raise the awareness not directly, but through another. The revelation must be accomplished through the poorest of raw materials: a man. I suggest you choose a man with influence."
