Surprise! Bonus story! This is one of the stories Nye earned; she asked "From Senik's perspective - What is his most cherished memory of the greatest love of his life?"

Of all the privileges that came with being the High Beloved's favorite, having his own tiny, private room in her suite was the best, thought Senik. It had been years and years of living in dormitories--first at the Mother's House, then in the servants' quarters here in the Temple and then finally the postulant dormitories--and he was tired of them.

Of course, he thought as he smoothed the coverlet on his already-made bed, the Temple dorms had had their high points, especially after dark. He rooted under the bed, smiling to himself. That one night, when he'd first become a postulant and Barik was in charge of his dorm--he couldn't sit down for a week without wincing, and relieving himself had been...interesting.

Ah, there it was.

Senik pulled a small chest out from under his bed. He carefully wiped the minimal amount of dust from the ornately carved folk patterns on its lid. In it was the token of a love that had consumed him since childhood, the most important token among all of the bits of his life inside this prized box. Now that he had his own room, he could pull it out and go through its contents as often as he wanted, and laugh or cry in turns as the spirit took him, with no one else as witness.

He pulled out a tawny lock of baby-fine hair, tied by a thin white ribbon. He laid it out on the bed, where it was shortly joined by a child's tooth, a first place medal from a long-ago game day, an autograph book filled with the names and mottos of the children he'd grown up among at the Mother's House.

One by one, Senik pulled out the mementos of his life and spread them on the bed, until he came to the final treasure of treasures. Slowly, reverently, he took the piece of silk from its fabric case and unfolded it carefully. It was stiff, and he was afraid if he handled it too roughly it would fall apart or rip along its folds.

Finally it lay before him, the mottled brown pattern on the white silk plain. His eyes misted over in remembrance of that day, the day he'd first taken a petitioner's virginity. He remembered every moment of it--the special soap he'd saved to use in the bath that morning, what he'd worn, how he'd combed his hair, the soft, pale, nervous girl--it all came back to him in a rush, but nothing like the sight of the dried blood on the silk.

He reached into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out his hardening cock. He'd long forgotten the girl's name, which was a shame since he dutifully included her in his prayers along with all of the other women he'd ritually deflowered. He was responsible for them, after all; he even remembered the names of some of them.

Senik stroked his cock lovingly, comparing its full hardness to the clear pattern on the silk from three years previous. Yes, he believed it had grown a bit bigger since last he'd checked. He was only 21, after all--still growing, hopefully still growing all over. He picked up speed, thrusting into his hand.

"Oh, no," he crooned to his straining prick, "you're not too small, never think that, you're beautiful just the way you are, my sweet cock, oh yes, my beloved, my beautiful--" Senik came with a groan, careful to avoid the stained silk. Plucking a dirty Temple shirt from his hamper, he cleaned his cock off and tucked it back into his trousers with a loving pat.

He carefully folded up the silk and replaced it in his treasure box along with the other mementos, kneeling to slide the box back under his bed. It was time to get back to work, time to focus on the best beloveds of others; he walked out of his room through the High Beloved's chambers to the Great Hall, adjusting himself as he went. Senik thanked Nerr once again that his best beloved went with him wherever he did, and would never leave him for another.