there were no girls in the temple — as usual, as always, when it came to unforeseen spending, the grandmother roared on the way back. “Yes, I’d rather go to the prophets with these gifts,” she added very quietly, with impotent sadness.

Asenat and herself would prefer to give gifts to soothsayers, than for the extra twelve days to study the wisdom of art to appease men with an unpleasant priest at first sight. Not out of pity for the father — he himself was to blame for his fate, he chose his own fate — but because he felt the need to be sure why he did not return. Only now they could not afford to spend money on both the priest and the soothsayers, and this confidence would not help her marry, unlike the ritual performed on time.

Asenat fell at the feet of a pebble. The girl, having smiled, has looked back - so Runicher let know that they should meet. The groom Asenat was handsome - flexible as reed, pysnokudr, big-eyed. He was already eighteen, and the family was in a hurry to get married.

- Well? - asked Rooney.

Asenat had nothing to answer him.

“Tomorrow the classes in the temple will begin,” answered Asenat.

“With a priest, then,” drawled Runecher. It was obvious that the solution of the problem chosen as a result was not very pleasing to him. - I already started studying with a slave.

- And what did you do? - Asenat felt an injection of jealousy. Before the ritual, Rooney and she were not supposed to touch each other, and at times, as now, waiting turned into an excruciating torture. A week ago, the parents bought Runicher a young slave who, after marriage, was to become Asenat’s personal slave and, quite possibly, her husband’s concubine.

“Anyone,” Rooney replied slyly. The girl realized that her fiance was making fun of her, but she could not help but keep up the questioning.

- What did she do?

- Well, she touched me everywhere. Rubbed my rod with my hand.

- Did you like it?

- Of course.

At that moment, Asenat at once presented all the tortures with which she wanted to subject the damned slave.

The next morning, a girl with a basket of gifts entered the temple of Osiris. The priest was waiting for her, standing in a strict, stiff pose that made him look like temple statues. He ordered Asenat to follow him to special rooms at the temple - low rooms made of raw bricks, attached to the wall of the main temple in a row. It smelled badly, and that smell made its way through the scents that the priest smelled like. He, meanwhile, took off his loincloth and told Asenat to come closer and get down on his knees.

When she did that, for the first time, she was so close to the male rod. To see something she saw them - in small boys, in slaves, sometimes sold naked. But now the male core was in front of Asenat. Slightly crooked, all covered with skin folds, the color is darker and pinkish than in other places on the body of the priest, it was small, but right in front of the eyes Asenat increased in size. The tip of the rod was wider than the base, and the pink skin on it, tightly stretched, unlike the skin on the rod, glistened, and a drop of liquid protruded from the hole in the middle. And he smelled something harsh, but not pleasant.

- Take him in your hand.

Asenat stretched out her hand and gently grasped the priest's rod. The feeling of tenderness of skin and its hotness in its unusualness gave rise to opposing aspirations. On the one hand, Asenat wanted to squeeze her fingers harder, on the other - to pull up her hand, but the girl knew that it was better not to do either. Smoothness and heat unexpectedly reminded her of how in childhood she stroked a yard dog in the stomach, and Asenat giggled. The priest frowned and said in a stern voice:

- Move your hand up and down.

Asenat obediently began to move her hand.

Up and down, up and down, and then with a finger to circle a more delicate skin on the head - she mastered the movements quickly and rhythmically.

- Now open your mouth.

The girl opened, and the next instant the head of the rod touched her lips, and then suddenly rested in the palate deep in the mouth. Instinctively, Asenat tried to pull away, but the priest grabbed her hair, pushing his rod even deeper.

Having escaped, Asenat cleared his throat and spat for a long time. The frowning priest silently waited until the girl straightened her breath, and again grabbed her hair, giving the head the desired position.

- Breathe a nose and do not even think about clenching your teeth, and then I'll blow it away. You can move the tongue, it's nice. Do you understand?

Asenat nodded cautiously — a grip on her hair and so hurt, so she was afraid to move her head strongly. The priest again brought his rod to her mouth, but did not insert it inside, the increased pressure of the hand on the back of his head made it clear that Asenat herself should take it into his mouth. If at first the rod seemed small to the girl, then now, trying to put it in her mouth, she did not think so. I really wanted to bring my jaws together, but instead she continued to try to get the male root as deep as possible.

The priest was finally tired of her scuffling, his hard fingers on the back of his head turned Asenat, lifting him up, and with a sharp push the rod slipped into the throat. From pain and surprise, the Asenat shed a tear and clutched at the priest's thighs with her nails. He spent a few more moments, as a punishment, continued to push his root deeper, and then he let go of Asenat and hit the choking girl on the lips.

- muddle! Relax your throat and breathe your nose!

To top it off, Asenat vomited right under his feet.

- Before the lessons there is nothing! The priest snapped, wrinkling in disgust and covering his nose with his hand. - Clean up after you.

Asenat went into the yard, brought water and washed up a badly smelling stain. She was ashamed, and at the same time she was angry.

“Rinse your mouth,” she heard, finishing with a stain, another squeamish order.

After she completed it, a mentor with a martyr's facial expression told her to kneel again, this time at the door, where there was more fresh air.

- Sucking you fail, then you will lick. Begin.

Following the instructions of the priest, Asenat stuck out her tongue and gently led them over the head.

- That's it, yes. The movements are circular, like a finger. Tongue tongue in the middle ... ah ...

Judging by the changed voice, now the priest liked it. From the head, the Asenat passed to the core itself, the skin on which was no longer so wrinkled due to the fact that it increased in size. Asenat drove her tongue along the entire length, her saliva quickly ran out, and she was very thirsty from touching the hot skin.

At the end, the priest, however, once again thrust his rod between her lips, clutching her neck with firm fingers, and Asenat felt in panic how a hot, sour-bitter and thick liquid splashed into her mouth. As soon as the hand on the back of her neck loosened her grip, she tried to spit it out. But the priest’s second hand covered her mouth and nose.

- Swallow. Good wives always swallow the sacred seed of the spouse.

“A spouse, not yours,” Asenat flashed through his head, but he had to swallow to free himself and breathe. With the first inhalation, she felt that the pungent smell that she caught in the room at the very beginning intensified - it smelled like male seed.

- At home, hold your nose and hold your breath. Then put a banana in your peel in your mouth and breathe through your nose without taking out the banana as long as possible. You can go.

Asenat rose with difficulty. Her stiff, trembling legs did not obey her well.

“To become a good wife you will have to work very hard,” the priest's verdict reached her in the back, already at the exit.

- Well, how was the first lesson? What they were doing? - in the evening, having made his way into the courtyard of the house Asenat, clung to her with Runicher's questions.

“Anything,” the girl replied, copying his yesterday’s intonation. Her throat was sore and her voice sounded deaf. - Did you have a lesson today?

“I won't say,” Runicher winked. - You don't tell me.

Asenat turned away.She didn’t work out with a banana, no matter how hard she tried, she just vomited a couple more times. Besides, Rooney didn’t want to admit that she was clumsy and to hear about his successes in working with a slave. But in the head of a girl without her demand, there were already colorful pictures of a pretty groom moving her hips and skillfully taking his rod into the mouth of a slave.

Asenat stood up and silently went into the house.

- Hey, what are you doing? - Runicher's surprised exclamation reached her back, but the girl didn’t turn around.