Temple of the Four Winds: Triade Menage a Marjolaine

Cosmologie, primal desire, cause and effect, useen inexorable forces, concealment, revelation, centuries of denial in terms of the body. Endless attempts in numerous cultures to sublime the random yet ordered chaos of the natural world into a prescribed order or hierarchical taxonomy...suddenly, madly, blown away in a fire storm of physical sensation.
The mind of Mere Marjolaine reeled wildy through the electrical ether whirling about her. She balked inwardly, in sudden jolts of high anxiety and revolt at the strangely beguiling sacrilege she now contemplated; and was now implicated in.
The sacerdotal devotions of the order, the long years of celibacy, chastity: vows not lightly taken, or endured over time...negating every form of possible temptation, that may have presented itself,....( but never had), until now.
Part of her still wanted to flee, but she remained frozen, congeler...as in a waking dream, where the charmed neophyte is held in hypnotic thrall to , ( in this case)... a loving demon , in form at least...contradiction abounding along with the undeniable elements of the miraculous!
How could the living stone manifest in flesh!? in so vital, enchanting a form?
If the resurrection of Christ was gospel...could this aberration not also be? Walking on the water? Miraculous draught of fishes? The raising of Lazarus? The immaculate conception? The burning bush?
The female body; life giving vessel, engendering new life and the ongoing preservation of the primal basis for humanity? How could all this be? Exist? If indeed it did...Was not the actual physical proof of the organs of the senses enough to attest the verity of any manifestation, whether it be that of the old testament , or indeed , of what was now actually taking place before her dazzled eyes?
Was she living a fable,? a conjurer's trick? A mirage of obscure and dangerous origin? a haunting....a nightmare?
The presence of Heloise, seated calmly , wide eyed on her cot...gave credence to the unreal, awkward unfolding scenario...the Satyr held out his hands to her, beckoning...Marjolaine gazed at his throbbing member...she had never seen such a sight before, strangely beautiful, grotesque at once...in a sudden uncontollable lunge forward...she fell to her knees at his feet...
Clutching his muscular calves, ...as a small child clings to a parent and looking up at his splendidly forshortened torso, plunged her nose and mouth wildly and relentlessly nuzzling into his testicular scrotal sacerdotal in total!!
Joyously breathing in the musky scent of his spunk-filled demi-johns; suddenly tainted and drunk with the intoxicating fragrance of his manhood, she instinctively began to fellate his regal sceptre without any need of coaxing or instruction from it's owner!
With all the innate skill and exuberant alacrity of a seasoned and talented cockstress, she devoured the engorged member, surprising herself as to the joyful ease with which she assayed the earthly task.
"Oh ma Mere!!"- , moaned the Myrmidon..." Oh ma Mere, !! dieu Sainte!!! maudzie!!!, gasped Heloise from the cot-... in tones of astonished delight mingled with awe!
"Ubf,! fup! Skwumpf!< Fump! - slurp-, gurrg, GURP! SMACK!" , groaned the Abbess undecorously... and not breaking her oral contact with his fascinum, - the Satyr lifted her bodily, the enthralled gorging Abbess;- right off the ground- and upending her , likewise , bodily...planting his eager face in the smouldering nest of her burning bush... now sparking into a fully blown forest fire!; a conflagration unconfined , savage , wild , out of control , and bent on engulfing them all!