The interviews commence

The waiting was the worst part. Beldan had to meet with almost a dozen initiates before he could start his game with Winlay. The High Priest was traditionally responsible for assigning new initiates to fill the ever changing needs of the Church; even at his best Beldan had paid little attention to his role and allowed his staff to suggest the best assignments for each candidate. This morning, still impaired by the effects of last night, Beldan cared even less than usual. The first few meetings were quick and uneventful. He remembered nothing of who they were, or where they were assigned, the meeting with the initiates were an opportunity to make a personal connection with each and every member of the church but none of these initiates were likely to be impressed with what they saw.

By the time Jerome of Lansing entered for his assignment Beldan had regained some of the charm that had helped him succeed in church politics. He saw that his clerk had officially recommended the handsome initiate to serve the emperor’s consort, accommodating Maria’s request was easy in this case. Any position in the Imperial Palace would certainly please the young man’s father. The boy of course was another matter. His response to Beldan’s question indicated his wishes were very different from the goals of his elders.

“Your Holiness, if it meets the needs of the Church I would like to act as an envoy to the island chains, I believe that the Word of Xelta is not communicated clearly among the islands. I can help them understand how the vision of Xelta; a vibrant Church in the islands would have more impact at reducing the smuggling and pirate activities than all the emperor’s galleons.”

Beldan suppressed the inner laughter that he felt with practiced ease. The boy clearly did not understand that the very smugglers and pirates that he wished to convert served a vital function in the balance of power between the Veertor and Cryn. Beldan listened politely for a minute or two nodding his head reflexively at the appropriate points, but already wondering if Winlay would have the same charming naivete.

“I believe you have a strong case Brother Jerome, however for you to have the best chance at influencing the Islanders, I’d like you to have more experience before mingling amongst them. In a year or two I believe you will be the perfect man to send on this mission.” Jerome was experienced enough in politics to recognize his request had been denied.

“No Brother Jerome, the Church feels that you would best serve its needs serving in the Imperial Palace. You will be able to see firsthand the needs of Veertor and you will be closer to your family and those who wish you well.” Perhaps the added reference to Jerome’s father was indiscrete, but Beldan ended the interview smoothly and Brother Jerome of Lansing was sent on his way.

More mindless meetings with names and faces that meant nothing, each one bringing him closer to Winlay, a pocked marked youth, a plump initiate that he sent home to serve with her village Speaker – he had written a letter of recommendation for the fat girl commending her devotion. Beldan wondered briefly if Father Quinn was bopping the chubby initiate, she had big tits, but other than that Beldan saw absolutely no value in her at all. The further away she was from the Holy Palace, the better as far as Beldan was concerned as he watched her fat ass jiggle as she scurried for the doors.

“Meryl Jonson, from Norwich in the High Marches.” Announced Louis, “The Abbess of the High Marches has written a letter of recommendation for her.” Louis reminded Beldan as the tall fair haired blond with a dancer’s grace approached Beldan’s raised table. He remembered her high cheekbones and confident manner from the initial meeting as well as Louis’ warning about the Abbess. He would not enjoy this beauty, but that didn’t mean that the Abbess had won.

“I see you would like to serve in the High Marches Abbey.” Beldan said as she stood before him, “and the Abbess has spoken well of you as well.” The woman smiled broadly (her mouth would be perfect wrapped around his cock) when he praised her value to the Church. “However,” Beldan continued picking up a random parchment and pretending to reread it carefully “I have received an urgent request from the Island of Mercy.” The narrow face of the initiate paled noticeably, “The Church has decided to assign you to help these unfortunates until more replacements can be found.” The Island of Mercy was a small island dedicated to the care of the mentally impaired who were too dangerous to keep in regular hospitals, it acted as both a treatment center and a prison for citizens who had been sent there as a last resort.

The initiate tried to protest, but Beldan dismissed her with a wave. He wondered how long she'd last on the remote island among the psychotic, and deranged psychopaths that were banished to the Island of Mercy.

“Go my daughter, serve Xelta with the best of your ability.” Without another word the tall initiate turned on her heel and walked swiftly to the door. Brother Louis barely reached the door in time to open it for her and then said the words that Beldan had been waiting for all morning.

“Winlay Grace.” Finally! Beldan tried not to seem too eager as she walked into his great office. She was perfect, even in her robes, Beldan noted the thinness of her waist and the way her round breasts filled the upper section of the grey initiate’s robes.

"Come in, Come-in my dear!" Beldan watched hopefully as the young woman approached his table modestly and bowed deeply in the "X" of Xelta. The combination of her hands pressed to her chest and the slight gap in her robes as she bent gave Beldan a glimpse of her white mounds, just as he had expected.

"Charming, my dear, but there's no need for such formality." Beldan assured her "We are both just servants of Xelta's will."

When Winlay let her eyes rise to meet his he felt an immediate connection to her pure soul. He had to have her, she was all he had hoped for, and he would stop at nothing to have her smile at him in gratitude after he filled her with his essence. Beldan’s hands reached for a stack of documents and slid two of them closer so he could inspect them.

“Hummm, What shall I do with you?” Beldan noted her slight tremble as she considered his question. The double entendre was not lost on the young woman, and Beldan wondered how much of his reputation was known to the nervous initiate.