I had never really seen a naked man before. Why had I helped this trespassing, sneaky male? Why did I hide him in one of my favorite reading spots? This room was next to a chimney from the kitchens below. Great in winter. This was spring, and supper had just ended. It was small. Hot. He was naked. He was also sleeping.
I had little experience with men being a shy person, and they mostly took me in the dark and left me unsatisfied. A priestess could have a lover on the sly, but pregnancy was an instant dismissal and not many were often tempted.
He looked like he could satisfy most women. His penis was probably normal, but looked large to me, and thick. I stared at him thinking thoughts I probably shouldn't. What did it feel like? Was the head of male organ really that smooth to the touch? Would he wake if I felt right there, on that sac thing underneath it?
And I had only hidden him for a day. What would happen in a week? A month? A year? Maybe I worried too much.
He woke suddenly and blinked at me sleepily. I knew when he remembered being naked because his body tensed. He did nothing, just let me look for a few heartbeats, as much as I wanted.
"Make a drawing, it'll last longer," he whispered finally. I slid in and eased the door shut. I had decided to hide him in one of the empty guest bedrooms, like a child with a forbidden puppy.
I handed him the food and watched him wolf it down, grabbing the little drink I had snatched on my way here and gulping that straight down.
"Any more?" he asked.
I shook my head. "All the food is in limited quantities."
"Wouldn't want the king's whores getting fat, would we?" Strange he sounded so bitter.
"I'm not a king's whore," I told him firmly. "That's an old term. We're just priestesses nowadays. Unwanted brides to be."
"Why aren't you married, then?" he asked. But it was a long, boring story that made me uncomfortable, so I shrugged.
He tried to lay, to look casual, trying to shift his hips. He leaned back, one hand caught behind his head. His penis wobbled in a most ridiculous manner. Men were strange. "You saved me. You said you wanted something." One hand lightly stroked his penis, from bottom to top. "So what is this job I am to do for you?"
"Oh, I need some help moving rocks in the garden." I nodded my head.
He looked deflated somehow. "Oh." He covered himself up with a ripped sheet. Well, what was he suspecting? I had offered him sanctuary in return for a quick job. Really, I could have done the job myself, but I wanted him near me. Life was too monotonous in the temple. Eat, sleep, study, chores, do it all again. He was an oasis of new in a desert of boredom, a cool wind of change on a stifling life. I lured him with a promise of a trade, work for me and I'll hide you. I'll keep him for a week, like a smuggled in kitten, than let him go.