"Yes Mistress!" the boys replied in unison.
"You may touch them."
Tak turned sideways in his chair, lowered his head and gently began kissing the exposed thigh of his girl.
Ashala laughed.
"Tak! She is not a Priestess. Use your hands! You too Nikah!"
For some moments, the boys sat motionless, staring at each other across the table. Ashala whispered into Azelda's ear, "See them struggle to break their conditioning!"
It was Tak who moved first, reaching his trembling hand between the dark girl's legs from behind. He began to caress the soft skin of her inner thighs. The girl tensed and sighed. Ashala noticed that she spread her feet a little further apart on the tavern floor. On the other side of the table, Nikah had reached into the fair girl's robe, cupping a breast with his hand. Azelda watched intently.
"My girls like your boys Priestess. Understandable. They are used to fat, hairy farmers. Girls, take them upstairs! Ashala and I shall talk about old times."
****
Two hours later, with the sun low in the sky, Priestess Ashala finally lost patience, "They are not going to come down of their own free will, are they?"
Azelda shook her head, "The door is at the top of the stairs."
Ashala climbed the tavern stairs and entered the room. The light was poor inside but, as her eyes adjusted, she saw Tak on the nearest bed, thrusting over the raised rump of the fair girl. Her face and shoulders were pressed into pillows, muffling her squeals. Tak's hands were in her hair, gripping tight, close to the skull, so that her head jerked with each thrust of his body. At first, Ashala was alarmed. 'I should have told them to be kind' she thought to herself. But then she saw that the girl was pushing herself back willingly toward Tak, consumed with pleasure not pain. 'She is close,' thought Ashala. 'Good boy Tak!'.
In the furthest corner of the room, Nikah was bedding the dark girl. She lay on her back, almost invisible beneath the large muscular boy, brown arms across his shoulders, legs clenched around his midriff as his buttocks, shiny with sweat, flexed rhythmically over her.
Neither the boys nor their playmates appeared to have noticed Ashala's entry, so she watched them for a while from her position by the door. For perhaps the first time, the size and power of the two Temple boys struck Ashala. They looked smaller when viewed in the Temple, running around after priestesses, performing Acts of Obedience, or restrained naked on couches - desirable, but always unthreatening and controllable. Now, however, Ashala felt uneasy as she watched them placing strong hands firmly on the girls. She had wanted to provide this experience from a sense of gratitude and kindness, and because she could sense the burning desire within them for, well, for exactly this. But perhaps it had been a mistake. Tomorrow night, after this rest day, each boy would once again find himself restrained on a hungry priestess's couch. There would be no room for any response other than complete submission and obedience.
Ashala slammed the door closed.
"Enough!," she cried. "Would you keep your Mistress waiting all night?"
She reached between Tak's thrusting thighs and grasped his sack, squeezing and using it as a bridle to pull him out of the girl. Tak screamed in agony while the girl cried out in frustration and rage, punching the pillow and turning her head to glare at Ashala.
In the far corner of the room, seeing what had happened to Tak, a panicked Nikah tried to disengage from his girl but she held on tightly, and was lifted clear from the bed by the rising boy.
"Tak, help him!" commanded Ashala.
But Tak was still doubled over in pain on the floor.
Eventually, after a struggle, the girl released Nikah and knelt, pouting. The boys dressed - Tak requiring considerable assistance - and they retreated to the main room of the tavern to collect Ashala's packages and make their farewells to Azelda.
