The Pleasure Hound: Part One

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

"Come now, Jian. How long has it been since you've had a warm cunt on your rod?"

Jian shifted the packages in his hand as he walked along the paved way. The sun felt like a laser on his back, aiming right at his shoulder blades. A drop of water traveled down his spine. Jian ached to itch it away but his hands were too loaded down with the packages, necessary supplies for the Brotherhood, back at the temple.

"Unlike that little filly that got you in trouble all those years ago, I'm grown enough to know not to talk."

Lady Kathryn's conveyance sleeked down the street alongside Jian. Its conditioned air blowing out of the window, cooling him from the stifling heat. Jian glanced inside the car. A chilled drink awaited him in the passenger seat, along with ripe berries. He hadn't had berries in months. The temple could not afford such luxuries, and even in times when they could, his brothers felt it sacrilege to enjoy the fruit outside the presence of women, the divine creatures who made it possible for the earth to bear such divine treats.

"I'll pay you handsomely for your talents, monk."

Jian's eyes snapped to the older woman at the driver's panel. Though past her prime, Lady Kathryn was still lovely to behold. Silver at the roots of her hair, rouge to cover wrinkling skin, breasts lifted with the help of under wiring. She wore a deep pink chemise, the color of her own sacred fruit.

She'd armed herself in temptation, but the vile words that left her mouth turned Jian's spine to stone.

"I thank you for your attention, my lady. But the Code of the Brotherhood of the Pleasure Hounds binds me to tend to women only in the name of the Goddess." Not only did hounds exclusively serve women aiming to bear female children, they only served women in bonds, with the full knowledge and participation of their bonded mates. "If I'm not mistaken, you are past your breeding prime, and I do not see your mates about."

Lady Kathryn's face turned from serene seductress to scorned siren in a heart's beat. "Your Brotherhood is not long for the world as a result of your own lack of integrity, hound. Both your morals and your decrepit temple have holes. I won't offer mine, again."

She sped off, her wheels kicking dust up into Jian's face. He shifted the packages into one hand and, using his robes, wiped as much of the grime from his face as he could. He looked down at his robes and grimaced. The stain would not come out without detergent and soaps. Another luxury the Brotherhood could no longer afford.

Just as well. He had no clients to dress nicely for. With a sigh, Jian continued towards his beloved temple.

There were few people on the streets at midday. Most were at work or school. Two young ladies strolled arm in arm, their four mates walking at a distance. The two females snuck glances at Jian as they neared. The taller girl spoke behind her hand as the other one gaped at Jian. When the tall girl pulled her hand away, the other shook her head in disbelief.

Jian could guess the trajectory of their gossip by that shake of disbelief. Young women no longer believed in the work of the Brotherhood. Myth, they called the female orgasm. Jian ached to tell them it was all too real and their sacred right to boot, but four sets of male eyes glared at him, and so he kept his mouth shut and his head down. Jian paused and bowed as the two women passed him. He kept his head down at the aggression of the four men who closed ranks around the women. They hadn't needed to. The Brotherhood was a pacifist brood by nature and creed.

The Sisterhood had long been leery of the Brotherhood of the Pleasure Hounds. Many of the older women had firsthand knowledge of the hounds' skills. They knew a single orgasm impaired a woman's judgment temporarily. Multiple orgasms, in which the hounds specialized, could render them entirely witless. That much power in a man's hands made the Sisterhood anxious. They need not have feared. The Brotherhood had no designs on earthly powers. Their order was entirely devoted to the Goddess. But one misstep in Jian's youth, one dark spot of misjudgment, brought the ancient temple to its knees.