Try as she might, she cannot hide her lust.

"Now you're hyperventilating, my sweet little sister." Beldan shifted her her head into his lap. He stroked the rich chestnut curls from her cheeks and tucked them behind her ears so he could rub her temples. "Relax. Rest easy."

Winlay looked up into his eyes, dark and searching. Her pulse thumped in her ears. She could feel it throb in her chest, in her wrists, even in her lips. But especially in her loins. Her arm twitched as she held back from touching herself.

Beldan ran his fingertips over his rings of office, rearranging them so he could more comfortably massage her scalp.

"Does that feel better, Sister Winlay?" he asked.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly under the tight binding strip and she felt uncomfortably warm in the robes, hottest of all was the heat building in her pussy. Her hands trembled again with the need to touch herself. She stifled a sob as she held herself back. She ached with need and with fear. Fear of being unworthy of Xelta's Charge. To be present for every opportunity to do good. She pressed her lips together, holding back a whimper of dismay. If she couldn't get herself under control soon, the High Priest would know what a selfish little slut she was, a cow, a pig, a mare in heat. She shivered, feeling hot and cold tingles run over her body. There could be no mistaking the huge orgasm that was building between her thighs.

"Sister," Beldan said.

Her eyes had wandered, and snapped back to his. So dark, so deep, they saw through her. She was lost.

"Sister, I know what you are feeling," the High Priest said.

His face was steady, was blank. Winlay despaired. Unworthy. Unworthy. Yet she ached with need.

"I know what you need," he said.

Winlay sobbed. Tears leaked from her eyes, but she still tried to meet his gaze.

"Have you not heard the maxim that forgiveness starts with one's self?" Beldan said.

Winlay whimpered and looked into his eyes, not understanding.

"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."

Winlay concentrated on his voice, hoping that listening to his words would bring her back from the brink, but its deep tones struck chords in her. She wavered.

"And the highest and best use for your passion is to bring it to your purpose. To dedicate it 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."

He stroked his fingertips gently across her temples, cheeks, and ears. His fingers sent a wave of sensation through her body, rippling down until it touched the simmering, throbbing core of her sex.

Winlay Grace moaned, no, growled through her clenched teeth as the first pulse hit, tensing her whole body. Her head tilted back further into his lap. She felt the tip of Beldan's erect penis protruding from under the bulge of his soft belly.

"Let go, Sister, let go with joy," Beldan said. He brushed his hands down over her chest, reaching under her robe and loosing the binding strip holding her breasts. When his fingertips touched her nipples they triggered another convulsion inside her. Her head bucked back up against his belly. A hot splash of wetness soaked her under-robe.

"Garrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Winlay groaned, still trying to hold on to something, to something, to...

"Let go, Sister," Beldan said. "Your joy and passion will enlighten those cold and alone, those in need." His hands unfastened her robe. "Join with me."

Winlay's need was uppermost. She pulled herself into Beldan's arms, panting and moaning, shaking as she held him. He turned her, his weight above her, pressing down, pinning her. There was movement between her legs, there was heat, there was pressure, there was opening, there was...

"Yes!" Winlay cried out as Beldan's cock entered her. Her voice rose up in a scream of joyous release as the High Priest joined her as man to woman. The world all rushed together in waves of heat and light. There was a pulsing, glittering spiderweb of light filling her mind's eye and there was a keening in her ears and everything faded and became very distant and far away.