Dans le Murs (Part 14)

An older sister entered, bowed and addressed Lalith. “I am Reverend Mother Sister Sirina. You dismissed Sister Ancone my Lady.” she queried, “May I ask why?”
“Novice Catherine holds vital information regarding the defence of the temple, maybe even our very existence; the Emeritus Master needs her to pass this to us quickly. Sister Ancone had a rush of compassion, placing the patient before the needs of the chapter. In the circumstances I had no choice. I sincerely hope your allegiances are not so clouded Mother?”
“I … I … I serve the temple and the Grand Master.” she said softly, “Naturally as House Mother I abhor violence but if it is necessary then so be it. Perhaps I can assist the Emeritus Master.”
“I thank you Reverend Mother.” I said, “Catherine mentioned a ‘Broder van Oostermolen’ but we need more information about the context.”
“The old windmill?” Sister Sirina tilted he head, “What about it?”
“That answers one question anyway.” I smiled at the sister, “What do you know of it sister?”

She pouted. “It is decaying and has no name.” she said, “But we always knew it as le Frëre, brother in English. That and the watermill were brother and sister, she horizontal like a woman while he upright, like a man erect. The watermill was simply the Moulin d’Est; I’m sure it has a proper name but we didn’t know it. So the windmill was the brother of the east mill. There is a passage leading from it but it is closed”
“A passage?” I asked.
She nodded. “Probably to a grain store.” she said, “but the ground was too sandy and it is blocked.
“Interesting. I wonder if that is still true. You say ‘we’ sister, who are ‘we’?” I asked.
“All the local children of the district.” she replied, “It was a playground for us.”
“Hmmm?” I turned to Lalith, “Then probably we are looking for someone with local knowledge; perhaps someone deeply religious in the district, maybe of Flemish parentage, do you know of any such family sister?”
She shook her head. “No.” she said, “I cannot think of any …. Moment! Yes, there is a Dutch family … I think the name is, ummm van der something. van der Pol, yes that is it, van der Pol.” She gave a triumphant fist.
“Dutch?” I shook my head. “Surely they would be Protestant or even Orangemen?”
“Ah no.” she replied, “They are devout Catholic which is why they left Holland; even in Holland there were problems with religion.”
“Wonderful Reverend Mother!” I exclaimed, “Whisper it to Catherine, see what reaction we get.”
She did and the child stiffened noticeably. “Cover her Reverend Mother.” I said, “She has told us what we require without recourse to brutality.” She did so and reopened the drip. I turned to Lalith. “I think we can act on this my Lady.” I said sharply, “Let us return to the Grand Master.”
We retraced our steps and the Grand Master entertained us immediately. He was in animated conversation with Brother Oscar when we entered and gave him the results of our research.
“Good.” he said triumphantly, “Brother Oscar, you will investigate the passage as well as this ‘van der Pol’ family. You will use your initiative but you have my authority to use extreme prejudice if it should prove necessary. The Emeritus Master is witness to my word. Go.”

He went.
“Well done both of you.” the Grand Master said proudly. Then, turning to me he continued, “It is not something we welcome at any time but it is fortuitous. The speed and logistics of containment will greatly assist your candidature. I think perhaps a restful night is now required. I wish you both adieu until the morrow.” We bowed and left feeling quite smug. As we reached Lalith’s quarters I bid her goodnight. She stopped for a moment then half opened the door.
“A nightcap Emeritus Master?” she enquired. “I could do with a little something to moisten my tongue.” I knew what she was hinting; I thought it best to keep her in my stable should I rise to the higher office.”
“But of course Constanza.” I smiled brightly at her, “I am sure it can be quite lonely as Grand Priestess.”
“You would be surprised.” she said mysteriously, inviting me inside once more. We were greeted by her Asian acolyte whom she introduced as Sister Felicia. After a cool, crisp Kia, she invited me into her inner sanctum. To my surprise Felicia accompanied us so I assumed that Constanza had something distinctive in mind. The room was very feminine and comfortably warm. The enormous bed was layered in silk with a ceiling of mirrors. Constanza and Felicia slid onto the bed and relaxed together.
“Do you wish to join us or just watch my lord?” the Grand Priestess called suggestively, stroking her hands lightly over her acolyte’s curves. “I am sure we can excite you whatever your pleasure.”
“I am sure you can.” I perched on the corner, “I have never been this close to two ladies.”
She smiled. “Two ladies, how interesting?” her eyes twinkled, “We shall see, but perhaps you would consider joining us?”
“I am at your service madam, as you desire.” I joked.
“Oh, we desire your service my lord.” she was letting her hair down; no longer the aloof Grand Priestess, “I am certain you will be a welcome addition. You will be the essence of our pleasures.”
“My essence is precious dear lady;” I flicked my tongue cheekily at her, “I must ask you to be most careful with it.”
“Fear not sir;” she smirked, “Not a drop of essence will be wasted, of that you have our word.”

With that the two women began to caress and stroke each other. Constanza was mature, in her forties, well covered but not excessively so. I guessed Felicia to be late twenties or thirty something, slight, curvy but not voluptuous. Clothes began to be loosened and removed and soon Felicia was suckling Constanza’s ample nipples. The tables were turned as the Grand Priestess flipped her on her back and took a small dark nipple in her mouth while squeezing the hard breast. She ground her groin into Felicia’s thigh. After a while Felicia attacked her thighs and soon head her face buried in the thickest pubic hair I had ever seen. I could hear the slurping and a heady sexual scent filled the air. Constanza twisted her ample thighs as Felicia tormented the labia and clitoris with her tongue and fingers. Then, a quick flip left Felicia on her back with Constanza fingering in her groin. With a gesture she stripped off Felicia’s underthings and I gaped in amazement. At the base of her belly, nestling in the fine hair was a lovely smooth penis, quite firm and even a little wet. However, beneath it, where the testicles should be was a sweet, shaven pair of labial lips. Constanza caressed the baby cock then fingered the feminine sex, inserting her finger in what must be a vagina.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” she said huskily, “Or should that be he; or maybe it? A true hermaphrodite, if these were the other way around she could possibly fuck herself. She can fuck or be fucked; can you imagine how much fun that must be? She, I will call her she because the feminine dominates her physical appearance, she can climax as both male and female. The only shortcoming is that she does not ejaculate like a man. The juice that she makes is sweeter and only slightly slippery but in all other ways she is like a man in my mouth. And she can accept a man inside just like me except she cannot conceive. Surely she is blessed? If I want a woman, Felicia is here; if I want a man, she can oblige me also. Do you wish to join us now, experience this wonder of nature as a man and a woman?”
Once more I apologised mentally to Nahdya but this I had to experience. Swiftly I stepped out of my robes and climbed onto the bed beside them, my overweening erection throbbing and dripping in anticipation. They both reacted to the still coloured injury I had sustained in Bangkok. Constanza looked hungrily at my sixteen centimetres while Felicia tenderly touched the slimy tip. I explored Felicia’s unique genitalia; feeling the strangely firm but smooth penis then stroking the soft lips and finding the tiny vagina. Nothing could have prepared me for this; I mentally justified this as research when I knelt and kissed the small lips. She was exquisitely like a young woman, almost hairless but full of sensuous pleasure. The flesh was soft but the lips puffy while the vagina was diminutive but unbelievably soft. I felt a pair of lips nibbling my dribbling penis and realised that Constanza was availing herself of me.

“Take care Constanza.” I warned, “Unless, that is, you desire something hot in your mouth.”
“It would not displease me.” she said during a brief pause in her oral ministrations.
I teased the tiny hermaphrodite genitals a little longer then asked. “Constanza, could she take me inside her?”
“Surely. I am sure it would give her great pleasure.” came the reply, “Do so, she will not refuse.”
I readjusted my position and knelt between the open thighs. Felicia realised what I intended and held the cute lips open for me. I nestled the swollen head into the cleft, sensing that it felt slightly strange, then pressed into her. Amazingly she opened easily and I entered the tight passage without difficulty. It was strange to feel the penis pressing against me as I gently fucked her. She moved actively but made no sound; I spoke to her but she did not reply.
“She is mute.” Constanza informed me.
“Oh.” I said. “Does she come as both a man and a woman if we fuck?”
“Sometimes.” Constanza replied, “But she prefers to separate the acts. She prefers the male climax; would you care to taste her?”
“You mean suck her, I mean it’s, cock?” I yelped.
“Yes.” she purred, “I think you will find it most stimulating.”