Temple of the Four Winds: Sonnez les Matina

Welling within the trio in unison, came a sensation of tipping over a precipice and then the commencement , (at first slow moving), of a long momentous tobogganing run of gathering speed.
Marjolaine felt a cool crisp breeze on her face alone, while her body remained enveloped in furs; a soft comforting warmth radiating outwards from her core; a firey core of molten liquidity coupling strange and delightful sensations of a deepest security...as her loins held within her fundament that living gushing goatskin flagon; pulsing re-assuringly,miraculously, inside her...
Down into the frosted valley they sped, their eyes filled with a thousand points of windborn flakes of snow; a stellar speeding past of multifaceted comets and crystalline sparks.
Such was the penultimate degree of sexual transport conveyed to the two earnest women as their communal annealing came to a resounding apotheosis of rhythmic joy and contentment. A transport of the psyche through physical sensations, to realms never visited before in mind or body... Dawn was now upon them, as a golden aurora supplanted the earlier tints of apricot and vermilion...
A rapturous end to the evenings delights came as Marjolaine was assailed a l'arriere, the Satyr assuming 'the way of the Stallion'...( and this, after hours of instruction in 'the ten thousand pleasures of Yoo', 'the way of the Serpent', 'the Forty Eight Frictions'...and the 'Way of the Dog'...)
Heloise , by this time , exhausted...and watching sated, close by, marveled; hypnotised, by the singular beauty of his nether structures, their ruddy inflorescence, wed to that of her Superior...the powerful flexing pump of perineal trottoire , as he filled the Abbess with yet more fountaining seed. Entranced, she watched, the subtle winking of his nether eye, spasmodically opening and closing in time to his jetting contractions, and orgasmic crisis. She gingerly caressed with a free hand, his pendulous jewelery, rising and falling in accord with the movement, noting that each gentle pass of her fingers on his straining sack, drove him into a kind of renewed madness of groaning panic and frantic urgency; involuntary physical hysteria...
Then!...more boldly; she grabbed hold of his swollen balls and gave a gentle tug... a strange thing happened...to her amazement...! his bodily form disappeared altogether!... in a sudden puff of blue mist!
All that remained, half imbedded in the Abbess, was the parian marble relic! l'objet trouver d'hier...! Shocked by this development, Heloise slowly pulled the castrated stonework from the body of the Abbess.... it came away with a cloying sucking sound... slick and steaming with the gleats and dews of primal essences.
Marjolaine, exhaled a final groan of deflating tension, and turning to look at her subordinate, holding the tooled artefact, she too, was amazed and astounded! He was gone, leaving only the sculpted vestige of his divine purpose.

Rapidly coming to their quotidian senses, the two women embraced in an attitude of helpless worry, mingled with fear and stunned amazement.
"Qu' est ce qu'on vas faire Madame Marjolaine?, ma mere Sainte, Dieu Sainte!?"
In tears of joy,. mingled with a mental quickening...dumbfounded, they sought to rationalize without words...the previous events of that night now spent...
Recourse to the cold reality of the wash basin, cambric rags , and dressing in the remains of a cold sweat, at their collusion, now colouring with a burgeoning guilt, ...daylight crept through the casement in the very first beams of a newly risen sun.

Still in a dazed and dreamlike state, they washed the marbled relic in silence. Palpable reverence, mingled with wonderment, conveyed by the careful handling of their fingers was overwrought,precious, apparent and stealthy.

" This unsolders all we have been led to stand for", whispered la mere Marjolaine, ..."I am uplifted, yet torn asunder, at once!"...."How will we countenance this new discovery?"..."Ma cher soeur Heloise, what shall we do indeed!"...... "I am of like mind and soul ma Mere.... a strange veil has been lifted from my mind and eyes.....and yet, I am afraid!"....
" The contradiction, the hypocrisy, the realization of what seems so good, so right!, and yet, how will this sit with the foundations of our order?"

La mere Marjolaine Valdevendage, stared long and hard , her eyes opening wide as she gazed on the chunk of marble in the basin...drifting off into a distant reverie and murmuring....,"Indeed , ma cher, what shall we do?..."
Just then, both women were jarred out of their tranquility, by a sudden faint rustling sound , coming from the direction of the icon, ... and rushing over to it, Marjolaine then realized she had forgotten to conceal the shuttered peephole on leaving the penitents closet the previous evening.... Whose inner door , just closing as she reached the aperture; peering anxiously into the eyes of the Virgin, .....betrayed the last swish of a disappearing nuns habit, as it shut....disappearing into the scriptorium , and the greater convent beyond... It now seemed more than likely , that their conspiracy of three, had grown already in directions unplanned , inadvertent and unknown...