She speaks, he strokes.

“No your Holiness, not all the ways of course.” Winlay started softly, her voice as gentle and refreshing as a summer breeze, Beldan let his mind wander stroking himself more firmly as she continued. He could feel his erection throbbing with each touch as we pictured Winlay lying naked on his great bed, opening her thighs and using her fingers to tease her pink petals open for his use.

“But I had hoped to work in the convent’s gardens with Sister Margaret.” He stopped stroking in surprise, belatedly remembering the note from the Mother Superior of the Convent requesting her for the gardens. “If I stayed with her for a few years I could learn how they produce such wonderful food and then I could then travel and teach others how to better their crops and feed their …” He had met Sister Margaret on several occasions and did not like her at all. She more than most seemed to see through his façade, in that, she reminded him too much of his mother. No, he did not want Winlay anywhere near the Convent Gardener.

“You are far too beautiful to waste your life pulling weeds in a garden.” Beldan’s words were too harsh he realized as soon as he spoke, but the memory of Sister Margaret’s thoughtful expression after he dealt with Prudence still haunted him. He could see the new initiate’s disappointment, he lifted one hand from his erection and turned his mind back to charming Winlay again.

“You are disappointed my dear” Beldan continued “perhaps I spoke too swiftly, stay and dine with me and I’ll listen to your argument.” He smiled at her and leaned back on his great chair. He had almost cum into the heavy robes but now he was under control again teasing his cock just enough to keep it rock hard. He signaled the waiting servant that he was ready for lunch and as Winlay tried to fashion an answer the servant brought in his midday meal.

“I can see you are hesitant. Stay and eat lunch with me. You can see there is far more than enough and I don’t often get to eat with a pretty young woman like yourself.” Again he saw the doubt cross her mind and realized that his attempts at flattering her beauty were making her more cautious. He shifted tactics appealing to her zeal for service. “Also my role in the Church is to advocate for the regular citizens like you and your family. I'd welcome a chance to hear about your village.” He could think of few things he cared about less than listening to someone prattle on about village life, but he knew from experience that most women liked to talk about themselves.

As he spoke servants cleared away the papers that covered the table and replaced the documents with at least a dozen magnificent dishes that contained all manner of luxuries. The smells of the heady spices and roasted foods were delicious, and even Winlay would be tempted by the variety of delicacies before them.

“Do you see what I mean? Every day the cooks prepare a meal like this,” He continued, suppressing the laughter he felt as he continued his next ridiculous claim “I have begged them to let me eat simple meals, but they claim the honor of the Holy Palace is at stake.” Twice he had had the head chef spend the night in an cold empty cell when his table lacked the weight of multiple entrees, after that he was assured that there would always be more food than even he could consume at every meal. Although what he’d most like to taste at the moment was the tender flesh of Winlay’s inner thighs. How long would it take before he could lay her out on this table and press his cheeks between her thighs? Xelta he’d like to lick her twat while she thrashed about in wonder at the way his skillful tongue coaxed one screaming orgasm after another from her. Once again he could feel the urgent pulsing of his rod, this would not be the first time he stroked himself to a climax as he imagined the woman across from him squirming under his muscular frame.

“Are you really going to turn down my polite invitation? That kind of rudeness usually comes from Cryn.”