Questions and answers (Beldan's POV)

Beldan looked through the two documents for a while in silence before he allowed his eyes to take in her beauty, starting at her thighs and climbing slowly lingering at the curve of her hips and swell of her breasts before taking in the smoothness of her neck and heart shaped face. He had studied both of them at length yesterday, but he enjoyed the tension that built as Winlay sat and waited. The first document was the standard interview with the information on each applicant to the Church, the second however was a detailed account of Winlay’s father and his in particular an incident that happened directly outside the New Canterbury church.

The author of the report, Brother Salvis, was a supporter of Winlay’s and spoke very highly of her, but the description of the initiate’s father was far from complementary. After making Winlay wait nearly a minute, Beldan started his questioning of the initiate. As he spoke he slipped his hand through a carefully tailored slit in his robes and started teasing the head of his already erect penis. Every instinct he had warned him that Maria Glendal was correct, Winlay Grace did not seem like the type of young woman who was likely to spread her legs for any man, not even the High Priest himself. But spread them she would, he promised himself he could feel the bulb of his cockhead twitch and a drop of moisture oozed from its tip.

"This says you were born and raised in the nearby village of New Canterbury and that your family were farmers."

"Yes sir, the farm has been passed down through our family for years." Her voice was beautiful, an alto probably, with natural rhythm to her words that he found comforting. How would she react to stress?

"It also says that you were always in attendance to Church meetings and sermons, but that your family wasn't."

Beldan could see Winlay blush slightly when she heard the question. Had she hoped that the Church would be unaware of her father’s views? Or perhaps she thought that they would not matter? He leaned forward slightly trying to get another peak at her breasts.

"That is only partially true sir. My mother loves Xelta, but my father is not a man of faith." Even under stress she spoke well, but Beldan knew that in time he could use her loyalty to her family as a tool to weaken her chastity.

Beldan Made her wait again, by now he was stroking the entire length of his shaft slowly . Winlay bit her full lower lip nervously as she waited, her teeth looked even whiter against the color of her lip. Crews Beldan wanted to taste those full lips as soon as possible, he didn’t know if he had the patience to lure her slowly into his arms. Her application indicated that the initiate expressed a desire not to be assigned back in her village, Beldan decided to probe a little looking for a second chink in her pious virtue.

"The Speaker at your Church, he speaks highly of you. I knew of your coming even before you stepped foot in the Holy Capital."

"That gives me great honor sir." Beldan could see her relax as he complimented her, he timed the next sentence perfectly.

"He asked that you be sent back to him as a nun." Winlay was as easy to read as the great texts in the library printed by the Landers using their long abandoned technology. A look of horror and disgust filled her eyes and her lips thinned noticeably. There was definitely leverage there as well, oh yes, Winlay would be his before the month was over.

"But I do not believe that is the best way you can be of service to Xelta my child. No, you are not one that we should leave in a small village with little hope of reaching the world with Xelta's love."

He could see the gratitude Winlay felt at this reprieve and smiled broadly at the initiate before him.

"My child, do you know all the ways that our faithful spread Xelta's love and message?" He could think of one way at least that Winlay was going to spread Xelta's love, she was going to surender her purity and unpolluted faith in Xelta to him, so Beldan could savor those feelings for as long as possible.