A very important visitor

Beldan considered having Anna suck Brother Louis again. A month ago the sight of her swallowing the **** brother's long thin shaft had excited him so much that as soon as the clerk's white cum had spewed all over Anna's face and full golden tits that he bent her over the table and drilled her from behind. Louis had sulked for more than a week after that episode, and in spite of his unpleasant appearance and annoying voice, Louis was one of the few clerks that Beldan trusted to take care of some of the more questionable responsibilities that Beldan needed. But even Brother Louis who had enough dirt on Beldan to create a real hardship if he ever got enough nerve to speak to the right people was not trusted enough for what he had planned next on his day.

"Finish the order of interviews however you think best, Louis. But be sure to put Grace in my lunch spot the first day." He rose with a groan as he lifted his 150 kilogram body from the comfortable chair. "You can keep Anna here to help you, she serves you much better than me anyways." Ever since he had Anna blow his pathetic clerk he noticed that the two had unexpectedly bonded, he even suspected that Louis and Anna might continue on their own their own what he had **** them into the first time. Irritated by the sudden suspicion, Beldan made a mental note to have Anna reassigned somewhere far from Telnon as soon as possible. At the moment though, he had a much more important matter to attend to.

The High Priest's office had several different exits, and Beldan stepped to one of the less used doors cleverly secreted in the paneling of the wall. His portly body barely fit through the narrow doorway or even the cramped passageway beyond, but as soon as the concealed door closed firmly behind him he moved through the dimly lit hallway to the small observation room that over looked the ante-chambers of his office.

The woman who waited in the room was almost twice the age of the initiates he normally used to satisfy his lust, and unlike the naïve innocents Her Ladyship had used her body for years to climb to her current position. Neverless, Beldan wanted to bed her more than any woman he could ever remember. The woman's dress emphasized her slender waist and the deep scallop of the neck line revealed slightly more of her magnificent bosom than was proper for the standards of the imperial court.

"My Lady," Beldan simpered as he bent over her flawless hand breathing in her perfume as he allowed his fat lips to press just slightly longer and harder than was appropriate. "I am as always your obedient servant." Her smile was a demonstration of how skilled this woman was at the game, somehow Beldan knew that she found his greeting too familiar while at the same time the look was just warm enough to give him hope that in the future he might be given a sample of what he desired.

"A mixed lot this year." Her voice reflected her years of training, husky and full of deep sensual resonance; the words were pitched softly enough that Beldan unconsciously leaned closer to hear her comment as she continued. "I saw a couple pretty girls that no doubt caught your eye." The elegant seat was placed directly in front of one of several two way mirrors that looked down into the High Priest's waiting room, from her concealed vantage point the lady had a perfect view of each of the groups of initiates meeting with Beldan during the morning's ceremonies. "I want that tall brother, with the tailored robes assigned to my suite." Beldan's blank look made the woman laugh sweetly. "Oh, I forgot that you only had eyes for your next little plaything. The petite blonde with the waves of golden hair, perhaps?" Beldan knew the girl she meant, he remembered considering her until he saw Winlay in the same grouping. Superbly skilled at reading men, his guest immediately sensed that the blonde was not his first choice and she tried again, enjoying the guessing game.

"Maybe the coffee skinned brunette from the islands, or will it be the little milk-maid that was standing with the blonde?" Beldan tried to mask his emotions, but as soon as Winlay was mentioned some barely noticeable tick gave him away. "That one could be trouble your Grace." Warned the woman "You don't want another Prudence on your hands, do you?" The conversation was bordering on dangerous ground and Beldan ignored her last comment as he sat in the loveseat set across from his visitor's chair.

"How are things in the castle, My Lady?" He turned the conversation away from his immediate affairs. "Is the Empress still barren?" The lady's gentle smile accepted his change of topic gracefully and leaned back in her chair contentedly.

"Sadly, she is still struggling to carry any child past even the first trimester, Victor had such hopes this winter, but despite the best efforts of the Church's finest healers, the poor woman once again miscarried." Beldan smiled at his visitor, pleased that she had acknowledged (if only very indirectly) his role in her continued presence in the Emperor's court.

"I am so sorry to hear of the Emperor's disappointment." Beldan answered smoothly as he shared a smile with his visitor, that conveyed his true feelings about the matter. He let his eyes take in the powdered skin of his guest's cheek and neck, wondering if the makeup was hiding the wrinkles that must be forming on the aging beauty's face.

"Besides sending you a breeding stud to replace your current lover..." Beldan lost his train of thought as he wondered how it was that the emperor had yet to realize he might not be the father of My Lady's children - the man's ego was nearly as great as his stupidity! Certainly it did not hurt that the lovers were all respectable members of the Clergy, and not likely to sabotage their own future with careless talk. He felt a familiar wave of jealousy wash over him, how could her ladyship ignore his attentions? Who could be a more suitable paramour than he? Pushing aside his emotions he continued the question.

"Besides that matter, to what do I owe the honor of your company?"