Beldan pushes her hard.

(note: the sequence of events and dialogue in this tread are Zingiber's, Beldan's twisted perception of his 'seduction' of Winlay is mine)

Beldan could see how badly the novice on his lap wanted him. Each touch, each murmured phrase of reassurance elicited a needy response, but despite all that that, her will was strong and she wasn’t breaking like he expected or needed. Beldan couldn’t take much more of this. He sent surge after surge of desire coursing through the net, the waves of emotion were dangerous, as powerful as the ones he used to scramble the **** mind of that stubborn whore Prudence, but Beldan didn’t care about Winlay’s mind he wanted to hear her beg.

"Does that feel better, Sister Winlay?" he asked, knowing she was assaulted by her emotions. Beldan could see her resolve crumbling. Her tits rose and fell pressing against the tight binding strip and her body squirmed on his fat thighs, pressing against his belly and the hard cock beneath her shoulders. Twice her hands ran down the length of her thighs, pretending Beldan supposed to straighten her robes modestly, but clearly caressing her inner thighs as she adjusted the robes.

Beldan almost plunged his own hands into the gap between her opening and closing legs, Xelta knew he wanted to, but he also watched the slow losing battle that Winlay was fighting with her inner slutty nature. Her head rocked under the touch of his great hands and incoherent whimpers escaped her mouth, she was going to cum soon, without Beldan even once stroking her tits or dripping slit.

"Sister," Beldan said, he wanted to see her eyes as she exploded. "Sister, I know what you are feeling" She was almost there, her mouth was open revealing her little pink tongue and white teeth as she gasped for air..

"I know what you need," he said, she was so close now Beldan could hardly wait. Cum you little bitch! Cum hard so I can flap your tight little pussy. Beldan could not understand how it was that this untrained village girl could resist the effects of the ring. He reduced the level of desire to much lower levels and tried to reason with her.

"Have you not heard the maxim that forgiveness starts with one's self?" Beldan said. If he had had the patience to break her will slowly these are the words he would have used, along with threats of sending her home in shame, or false reports indicating her father had become active in his opposition to the Church.

"You know that there is a deep human need for passion," Beldan said. "You have discovered it in yourself. You are a passionate soul, Winlay Grace." Crews was she passionate, she was as pure as winter snow, and at the same time a volcano of passion waiting to be released, and he’d be the one to trigger her response. He would tear into her innocence and hear her scream in pain and surprise as he made her a woman!

"The highest and best use for your passion is to bring it to your divine purpose.” Beldan almost let his true desires show, it would be so easy to tell her what her purpose really was – to satisfy his cock and worship him – but even as far gone as Winlay was, Beldan’s cautious nature dictated he use more correct words.

“To dedicate your passion to the Church of Xelta," Beldan said. "Show me your hunger. Show me your joy. Show me how you will serve Xelta with your body, Sister Winlay." Once again he sent dangerous levels of desire flowing through the psi-net and this time she could no longer control her response. Her head arched back into his lap exposing her long white throat and her hands tore at the robes. One hand pulled open the gap at her neck while the other pressed between her legs as she squealed and jerked like a fattened calf.

"Let go, Sister, let go with joy," Beldan said finally letting his hands reach for her magnificent tits. He ripped the bands that held them tight and they sprang free into his clutching grasp filling even his large hands with their softness. He pinched her nipples between his thick fingers and she bucked back up against his belly shuddering all over again. He had waited enough! Now it was time to savor the fruits of her surrender.

"Let go, Sister," Beldan said. "Your joy and passion will enlighten those cold and alone, those in need." Beldan untied her rope belt and tossed it to the side. Later, he’d used it to bind her to his bed, but for now there was no need. Her small hands joined his in stripping the last bits of clothing from her curves and her legs opened exposing her pink slit begging for him to fill her.

He shifted her position so her body lay before him open and inviting on the couch, he pressed the head of his cock against her slit and covered her slender body with his massive frame. He could feel the walls of her cunt stretch slightly to accommodate his cock such as it was – he loved virgins because he never had to worry about them comparing his manhood to those of others. With a final thrust of his hips he pressed past her hymen listening for the gasp of pain as he opened her to a new world. Instead of pain, Winlay cried out in desire.

"Yes!" Her voice rose up in a scream of joyous release as the High Priest drove even more fiercely against her shuddering body. He felt slightly cheated by her response, but the heat and tightness was enough to send him over the edge. With a grunt of satisfaction he emptied himself into her sex, wave after wave of his seed filled her as she moaned beneath him completely satisfied by his manhood.

He stood, panting heavily, watching her body twist wordlessly on the couch still responding to the waves of desire from the psi-net that were overwhelming her at dangerous levels. He turned the controls off reluctantly, he doubted he’d need them anymore this afternoon. Winlay lay slumped over the couch her nude body inviting him to join her again and her eyes staring up at his great frame in confusion, heat and shame.