To his private chambers

"Winlay," Beldan's voice sounded richer than she had first remembered it. "Accompany me." Her nervous fears from the night before seemed silly now in the clear light of the midday sun that streamed into the High Priest's chambers. She obediently rose from her seat and politely nodded to Sister Nightingale as she passed her following her host towards the far side of the office.

Sister Nightingale's face was serene as she walked in the other direction following the chamberlain towards the door that Winlay had entered just an hour before. The two Sisters of Xelta were truly exchanging places, Winlay towards the depths of the Holy Palace while the elegant Sister who had been until so recently the Voice of Xelta was moving into the open air of Pandora. A wave of well being swept over Winlay, and she willed her own face to match the calm exterior of the Voice.

"Pardon the lack of ceremony, Sister." Beldan spoke again to her as he fidgeted with the rings of office that he wore on every finger. "Just last evening I met with Sister Nightingale, and she spoke to me of her desire to retire into seclusion on the Isle of Song." Winlay was having difficulty focusing on the High Priest's words as she gazed up into his strong dark eyes. It was clear to her now why Beldan was able to rise so swiftly to power, when she was in his presence she wanted to serve him to the best of her ability. Only the most unenlightened would fail to sense his charismatic strength and power.

"You will be given Sister Nightingale's chamber here in the East Wing as soon as it has been cleared, but for now allow me to share my private chambers with you while it is being prepared." A spark of concern tried to worm its way into her consciousness but another wave of peaceful contentment overwhelmed the thought.

Winlay knew a little of the role that the Voice of Xelta played in the Church, she had even heard the Voice perform when she was still a child. She could never remember what the Voice looked like, but she still believed today that her love of music, especially the music of the Church was first planted at that concert nearly a dozen years ago.

How serendipitous that the Beldan's current Voice would ask for retirement just in time for her to assume the role. More importantly, how wonderful of the High Priest to allow her to assume the role. Beldan stopped outside a great double doorway and she waited expectantly by his side eager to see where this great man lived. He paused by the door folding his hands carefully as he turned to speak to her.

"Please come in my dear." Winlay felt a hint of pleasure as he referred to her as "My Dear." From other men these little endearments were annoying, but from a man like the High Priest how could she object. "Make yourself comfortable, I have to warn you that your confirmation as My Voice might not be as smooth as it should be." The Priest's words were soft spoken and kind, but a cold fear swept through Winlay making her tremble, what would happen if she could not be confirmed as Beldan's Voice?

"Don't worry too much about it, I will take care of everything." When Beldan spoke the fear lifted almost immediately, and he gently placed a heavy arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze of encouragement. "That's better Sister Winlay, I hated to see such a beautiful face marred by worry." A rush of desire made her almost cry out, she clenched her fists tightly to avoid behaving inappropriately. The High Priest had treated her with nothing but absolute properness, and she had first distrusted and feared him, and now almost embarrassed him by throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her face against the open gap of his magnificent robes.

"You're trembling my dear." Beldan observed as he moved her to a couch. "Please sit while I get you a drink to settle your nerves." His heavy body moved easily across the room and he quickly returned with a cut crystal decanter and a matching goblet that he half filled with a golden aromatic liquor.

"Here you go." He said as he pressed the drink into her hand. "Sip this slowly, should I call for a medic?" He asked as he sat by her side watching her carefully.

"No, please! I'll be fine Your Holiness." Whispered Winlay so quietly Beldan could barely hear her. The tingling of her nipples and the dampness growing between her legs embarrassed her as much as her lightheadedness and sudden emotional shifts. She was more sexually aroused now than she could ever remember! Winlay thought she might cum just sitting there on the couch next to the High Priest; her cheeks flushed even more as she imagined how humiliating if would be if Beldan knew the kinds of thoughts that were flooding her mind.

"Now you're hyperventilating, my sweet little sister." Beldan shifted her much smaller body until she was lying on her back with her head in his lap gazing up into his caring face as his hands stroked the rich chestnut curls from her cheeks and tucked them behind her delicate ears. Winlay knew he was trying to be kind, but the gentle caress of his hands on her cheeks, and ears combined with the rubbing of his thumbs on her temples were causing her to squirm with need.

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, it felt like it did when she stroked herself in the privacy of her room late at night. If she couldn't get herself under control soon, the High Priest would know what a slut she was, there could be no mistaking the huge orgasm that was building between her thighs.