He retreats in fear

"You'll see Mother." Beldan tried to think of something he could use to convince his mother that Winlay was different, but he knew that he'd never find a woman that would meet his mother's standards. "You'll see Mother." He repeated again weakly before crawling for the door.

In the outer sanctuary he closed the secret door and climbed to his feet wearily, his heart beat wildly in his chest, a cold sweat chilled him to the bone. Winlay was not like the others. He knew it - but still his mother’s niggling voice gnawed at him like a mouse chewing at a storage bin.

“She’s a whore… you deserve better…get rid of the slut…” on and on her whispering gradually subsided, but never quite stopped. He knew from experience that he’d hear her contemptuous scorn again, any time he let down his guard she'd be there pushing him relentlessly until he broke.

It took almost twenty minutes for the dull ache in his arm to subside and his breathing to settle to a normal level, as a result he was late to dinner. He straightened his robes and combed his hair before heading through the halls to his private dining room. Waiting at the table were several other clerics sitting impatiently - none had dared start eating without his presence. Beldan offered neither apologies or excuses but the clerics were happy to finally be able to eat the cold soup that had been served many minutes before.

Beldan ate quickly, his sour demeanor stilling any conversation and he left the room long before the grand meal was finished. Beldan didn't give a shit about what any of the other diners thought, all he could think about was how badly he needed to feel Winlay's arms around him again.

He found Winlay exactly where he left her hours before, still passed out on his bed. He sat beside her and stroked the chestnut waves of her hair, he was surprised that she had not woken up, but was secretly relieved. After the repeated times taking her during the midday break, he doubted he'd be able to live up to her expectations.

He rolled the initiate to her back and crawled onto the bed next to her warm body. Next to his massive body she looked tiny and delicate, her breasts were more tempting pillows than any of his down filled bolsters. Beldan rested his head between her full breasts sucking on her nipples gently as she slept. His thick lips pulled at her teats until they hardened into puckered nubs, and she moaned softly in her sleep in response to the soft suckling. She had no milk of course, but Beldan felt comforted by her body's reaction and he suckled on her breasts until exhausted his eyes drifted shut.

It was many hours later when he awoke, dimly aware of a quiet noise.