She refuses (Beldan's POV)

Beldan smiled as he saw her hesitation, Crews he wanted her. How many days of working with him as a novice clerk would it take before she surrendered her pussy to him - probably too many. His hand increased the pace on his cock as he considered how to speed up her downfall. He could replace Sister Nightingale, she was becoming far too dangerous as his Voice, or **** her and take her while she was barely aware of ...

"Your Holiness." Winlay was speaking again, she had such a sweet manner, would she sound this composed as she begged for him to claim her? "It would not be proper for a mere initiate like myself to waste your precious time." Beldan was momentarily at a loss for words, she had just turned down his invitation to lunch with the most powerful man in the Church. His mouth opened and closed twice as she backed fearfully away from the table bowing deeply. He stood suddenly determined not to let her slip away.

"By your leave ... " The pretty little initiate started and then suddenly stopped, her eyes riveted to his crotch. Beldan could feel the cool air of the Temple offices on the damp tip of his shaft and knew she must have seen his erection. He wondered how many cocks Winlay had seen, he wasn't huge, but would she know that? Damn the table that separated her from him! Otherwise he'd press her to her knees and let her take him in her sweet mouth.

And then, Winlay turned and scurried for the great doors. She was leaving! A cold fear washed over him, the repercussions of her running in terror back to the convent with the story of the interview would take months of painful politics to undo. His erection deflated at the thought; it would be worse than the whole Prudence disaster.

"Seize her!" Beldan shrieked at the chamberlain and guards, was everyone in his employ incompetent? As the guards closed in on Winlay, it was clear she would be trapped. The massive doors to his office would resist even her panicked attempts at pulling them open. She looked back in obvious fear as her tiny hands worked to turn the great brass doorknob. Beldan almost laughed in triumph. She had made it so easy - once taken he could have her sent to a private cell in chains, his cock stiffened again against the heavy brocade of his robes. Beldan enjoyed her panic as she threw herself against the heavy doors. To his surprise one of the great portals started to open under her **** attempts.

"Take her!" The High Priest urged his men eagerly, he would charge her with gross disrespect and defiance, that should be enough to keep her here, or he could turn her over to the Templars to break. Outnumbered five to one Winlay redoubled her attempts to swing the door open. The chamberlain and Brother Louis were barely a meter away from her, their hands lifting to seize her when suddenly the great door swung all the way open pulling the terrorized Sister into the mirrored ante-chamber. Standing in the doorway was Brother Jerome, The young initiate towered over both Winlay and his men, his great body filling the doorway and blocking his men from seizing the rebellious fugitive. Beldan's mind swiftly calculated the impact of this interruption, a common farm girl like Winlay could easily be taken and quickly forgotten, but someone of Jerome's station was another matter entirely.

"Forgive me for interrupting your Holiness." Brother Jerome was the first to react. "I had hoped I could discuss with you my placement in the Empirial Palace."

Beldan signaled the men to return to their stations.

"The Church is always willing to listen to reasonable" Beldan put extra emphasis on the word "petitions, my son." Beldan saw Sister Winlay bow again and watched her as she fled through the ante-chamber. Better to let her go now, and summon her again when he could be sure of the loyalty of the witnesses. The pretty little thing had nowhere to run to, it was just a matter of time before he had her again, and this next time she would have no possible escape.

Beldan stepped off the raised dais and met Brother Jerome as he approached holding his ring of office to the initiate as he knelt by his feet.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting my son." Beldan guided Brother Jerome to the table. "I was dealing with a delusional young initiate, sad really." As he spoke the servants were bringing in dish after dish for the table. "Will you join me for lunch? You can discuss your placement as we dine." Beldan was pleased to see that this initiate at least understood an order when he heard one.