Winlay's will melts

High Priest Beldan almost laughed at Sister Winlay's futile attempts to maintain proper decorum. The naïve country maiden was squirming on his lap like a high priced courtesan, trying desperately to hide her arousal from her superior. He caressed her cheek softly testing her with his touch. As expected the needy little minx turned her head and shamelessly took his thick forefinger into her mouth like a hungry calf suckling on its mother's teat. Soon enough he'd give her something special to suck on.

"Sister Winlay!" Beldan said in mock protest as his finger fucked her warm moist mouth. "Sister Winlay, you must stop." He imagined how good it would feel to have her tongue swirling around his cock and pushed a second finger deep into her mouth hoping to hear her gag. Her tongue swirled around his digits and she sucked them in and out of her mouth showing little if any hesitation or gag reflex. The High Priest's desire grew even as he pretended to protest.

"Please Sister, you mustn't tempt me so." Beldan seized a handful of her dark hair and held her head still as his fingers pushed even deeper into her mouth until at last he heard her gag and cough even as she moaned in need. The girl was amazing, her tiny hands clung to his strong wrist as he finger-fucked her face, not resisting his rough treatment but pulling him to her mouth. She twisted in Beldan's arms and climbed onto his lap pressing her soft belly against his muscular torso as she suckled on his fingers like a natural cuck-sucker. He could hardly wait to have this one under his desk, unlike that useless sow Maria; Sister Winlay knew how to use her mouth.

The thought made his prick ache with need and thrust his rock hard cock against her belly feeling its softness even through the layers of clothing. Winlay was as frustrated by their clothes as he was and even while she sucked on his fingers her hands shamelessly pulled open her grey robes and tore at the strip of fabric that modestly bound her full breasts. Beldan leaned back slightly enjoying the way her pelvis gyrated against his groin. He should lower the lust setting of the hairnet from its dangerous high, but currently the control ring was deep inside the sweet girl's mouth, so he closed his eyes and let her continue her energetic efforts. The High Priest could not remember feeling anything as fine as this once chaste maiden of the Xelta sucking on his fingers and rhythmically thrusting her pelvis against his erect cock. Winlay's will had been shattered by his power, reduced by his manliness to a servant of his most base needs.

By this time the young initiate’s breasts were free of the binding cloth the High Priest turned his attention to this new bounty. Ignoring her moan of protest, he pulled his fingers from her mouth and used his great hands to roam over her responsive young body with a practiced familiarity. He twisted one of her nipples cruelly testing her reaction to sexual pain, and laughed as she cried out in **** need. She put her hands coyly on his modestly protesting his mastery, but when his fingers pinched her other nipple her next cry of pleasure was even louder than the first.

“That's what you get for teasing your elders!” Beldan cooed happily and then pulled her to him and kissed her, finally tasting the soft sweetness of her mouth. Winlay’s lips clung to his as he plundered her mouth opening in a shy invitation that he gladly accepted. As his masterful kiss deepened Beldan's finger danced on her firm tits pinching and twisting at her responsive mounds until she melted in his arms.

Beldan worked loose the thick gold cord of office that held his robes and pulled open the thickly embroidered cloth to reveal the fine cream colored silk undergarment beneath. His hands then worked on the cheap hemp rope that kept her robes fastened at her slender waist. She was too impatient to wait for him and stripped off her grey initiate’s robes slipping them from her slender shoulders seductively daring him to finish what he had started. She was practically begging Beldan to open her nubile body and to make her his once and forever. Beldan took a moment to dial back on her raw lust that her golden hairnet was broadcasting into her brain. He needed to slow her aggressive sexuality to allow himself time to regain control. The last thing he wanted was to prematurely spend his seed before even opening her sealed treasure.

Sister Winlay looked divine as stood timidly at his feet. She wore nothing but the Voice’s golden hairnet and the white cotton panties that he'd soon be adding to his collection. No longer was she the sex starved slut who had twisted and squirmed on his lap like a bitch in heat. She was once again the model of modesty and innocence; a virgin sacrifice offering herself hesitantly to her god-become-flesh.

Suddenly Beldan froze as he saw the door to his apartment open and a figure boldly enter his sanctuary. Dressed only in his under tunic himself, and sitting before a nearly naked and very aroused initiate, there could be no denying his improper behavior. To make matters even worse, Winlay had not noticed the interruption and tried to press her lips back to his. He pushed her small frame away easily, and climbed angrily to his feet to berate the insolent intruder.