Marjolaine floated outwards from her corporeal body; upwards to the ceiling of the chamber...hovered there in a detached , heightened awareness, engaging her, filling her with intense joy and fascination.
He was not the dispassionate lover of ancient lore, nor a rapist or violator. On the contrary, his instinctive restraint at just the right moments; his instinctive force at those junctures he sensed her readiness and expectancy...bore all the hallmarks of the true lover. His finesse, beauty, natural animal grace, the means of his enchantment.
Skilled as he was in the arts of carnal love, yet, also tempered with a capacity for affection and attentiveness, incredible strength, in co-equal measures of gentle patience...that made him ; 'l'amoureux deluxe' of any woman's dreams...It was this loving patience that marked these sublime encounters, elevating them from the merely bestial , one might expect from this enigma of therianthropy.
Transported now to realms hitherto unvisited by her psyche, the Abbess spun outwards into an infinite galaxy of fantastic colours and visions...intense blue violet shades swam in her mind's eye, breaking into roseate tints and scarlet explosions, to ultimately mutate into vivid golds, yellows and oranges...caught up bodily and mentally in the diaphanous webs of a many curtained aurora...billowing up and outwards in a stellar panoply of moving constellations and astral bodies, rotating majestically in the outer ether of infinity.
A glowing white cloud of burning Manganese loomed up from beneath her, and crowning it, resplendent, surrounded by thousands of naked putti...the blessed holy virgin Mary Theotocos,...Queen over 'God', appeared floating in this primal essence as the seraphim sported about her; playing harps and woodwind instruments...behind which rose a burning golden sun disc, ascending out of irridescent mists, white , gold, molten, radiant...gigantic.
Scores of therianthropic deities circulated at random among this great multitude of joyful celebrants...and then, then...Marjolaine found herself, Heloise and the Satyr , seated snugly and warmly, covered in furs of white and silver...on a long toboggan of finest woodcraft...and gradually approaching the precipitous heights of a snow covered mountain...fantastically threaded with Luge and bobsled runs in a complicated tracery....stretching far and away down into a beautiful sunlit vale of snowdrifts....blue, white, purple...enwreathed here and there in wisps of pale vermilion mist...
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