To his suite

“Winlay, accompany me.” Beldan tried not to sound too eager as he spoke, and sent a wave of well-being through the golden psi-net. Winlay rose obediently, Beldan noted gleefully that all her previous nervousness had been erased by the neural net. As the new novice followed him he filled the silence with random chatter, tuning back on the well-being and replacing it with a dangerously strong level of attraction.

“Pardon the lack of ceremony, Sister." He told her as they walked swiftly through the halls. "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.” The High Priest basked in the adoring look that Winlay had on her face as she gazed up at him longingly. Winlay appeared to be more **** to the effects of the psi-net than others, perhaps her emotional sensitivity that made her more receptive to its output. Confident in his control, Beldan decided to head directly to his suite.

“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.” Beldan watched her carefully and at the first sign of hesitation he bathed her with a second heavy dose of well being.

Beldan barely resisted the urge to press her against the wall of the hallway and stick his tongue down her throat. Just in time he reached the heavy doors of his private apartment, it was so easy with the hair net, but Beldan no longer cared about the art of seduction, he just wanted to feel the young woman squirming on his rod.

“Please come in my dear. Make yourself comfortable, I have to warn you that your confirmation as My Voice might not be as smooth as it should be.” Beldan changed the emotional state to fear as he spoke, curious to see how she would respond to the change in emotions. Her confident face that had so recently been enthralled by his mere presence reflected the sudden terror he imposed. She was so sensitive, so responsive so … Crews he was going to enjoy this!

“Don’t worry too much about it, I will take care of everything.” He replaced the fear with contentment and then a sudden surge of attraction, he gently placed a heavy arm around her shoulder and squeezed her shoulder feeling the firmness of her arm under the heavy robes. “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. He grinned evilly as he saw her shudder with need at his touch.

“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.” The drink was of course unnecessary, he could pull open her robes and flap her right now and she’d open her legs for him eagerly. All the same, the drink would help ease the awkwardness, and he wanted to taste the brandy on her lips.

“Here you go.” He said as he pressed the drink into her hand. “Sip this slowly, should I call for a medic?” Her face was flushed with desire, and she didn’t even seem to notice when he sat beside her and rested his hand on her firm thigh squeezing the flesh with his fingers.

“No, I’ll be fine Your Holiness.” Whispered Winlay so quietly Beldan could barely hear her, her tongue bathed her full lips in an **** invitation for him to kiss her. Beldan wanted to so badly, but he was also highly entertained by watching her struggle to behave in a modest manner. Each time she moved he could feel the need in her body, but still she fought against the desire to surrender. It wouldn’t take long now.

“Now you’re hyperventilating, my sweet little sister.” Beldan pulled her back across his lap and at last got to brush her face with his hands. He touched her rosy cheeks and pouty mouth before brushing the strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her small ears. Her ears were sensitive, with each touch she suppressed a moan of desire and Beldan could see her thighs opening and closing in a **** attempt to ease the fire that burnt in her loins.

She was so hot, so needy. Beldan held her small body on his great lap pressed to his belly and let his erection push firmly against her back. He continued to rub her temples softly with his thumbs occasionally caressing her cheeks and lips as she lay gasping on his legs.

Each time his finger touched her mouth he could see her lips open, inviting him to explore her mouth as she sucked on the digit. Her robes were gapping more than ever and he could see the swell of white skin pressed modestly to her chest by the binding strip. She should never bind her bosom again, it was a crime to restrict such lovely tits.