Meeting Minister Loveworth

Expanding your base is necessary to minimize risks going forward, but the act of expansion simultaneously increased the danger of getting caught. Especially given who you are looking to control.

Minister Alessia Loveworth is one of the more powerful women in the barony. As a Minister of the Faith, she is entitled to some level of protection, though you aren't sure how detailed that protection might be and whether it is comprehensive enough to include magic resistance. Your gut reaction is that it's not. The barony isn't rich or powerful enough to warrant that level of security for minor nobles.

You will have to risk it either way.

The Faith is patriarchal. It is rare for a woman to join and rarer for them to climb to positions of authority. Consequently, Minister Loveworth is one of the few people qualified to investigate rumors of infidelity or premarital trysts.

Given your relationship with both Baroness Williams and her handmaiden, both of those functions are relevant to you. Controlling the Minister gave you greater control over both of your lovers and the ability to subtly determine their fates if any part of the truth came out. This would be especially relevant if it were ever discovered that Juliet wasn't a virgin.

The benefits far exceeded the risks in this instance. You have to risk it.

Knock on the door and then wait. It takes a minute for someone to come to the door, and in that minute, you humor all the ways that this can go wrong. In addition to the major concern of getting caught, minor concerns dance through your mind. What if she's not home? What if the mind-controlled guard gave you the wrong address? What if someone else answered the door?

The voices fall silent when the door opens. You forget how to breathe.

You had never seen Minister Loveworth in person before. Peasants and ranking members of the clergy didn't travel in the same social circle. Most of what you knew of her came from reputation, and no one had made any mention of her physicality when discussing her. Talking lewdly of a virgin priestess was a sin and would make anyone who did it subject to public scorn.

Due to the lack of knowledge, you had been operating on your assumptions. Based on her rank, you had assumed that she'd be an older woman. Thirty at least; probably older. As far as looks went, you hadn't expected much- average at best.

You didn't expect a beauty that couldn't have been older than twenty. To verify you have the right person, you ask, "Minister Loveworth?"

She offered a kind smile, "That is correct my child. What may I do for you?"

'May I do you?' The question is on the tip of your tongue, but you don't let it escape. Eyes dart around looking for spying neighbors. No one is out, but that doesn't mean they're not looking out their windows. No need to get careless.

"I need a favor. May I come in?" Infuse your words with magic. Otherwise, Minister Loveworth might be hesitant to allow a strange man within her abode.

The magic does its job. "Of course. Come in."

The inside of the mansion is as exquisite as the outside, with expensive tapestries and decorations all with an underlying religious theme. It all seemed too perfect- less a show of faith and more an overt demonstration of faith meant to impress onlookers.

Don't linger on the decor for too long. Attention switches back to the Minister, who is still at the doorway, holding it open.

"I really would prefer if our discussion could remain private. Do you live alone?" Under most circumstances, alarm bells would have started to ring, but your magic keeps her calm.

"I do," she confirmed, eyes flitting to the side. Of her own accord she closes the door and says, "If it's privacy you want, it might be best if we hold this conversation in my solar. There aren't any windows or anything there, so people can't spy on me." Follow her eyes. It was focused on an open window, from which the neighbors could look through.

Had Minister Loveworth done this before? Did she have any secrets she was keeping hidden?

"The solar will do. Are you expecting anyone else? I would hate to be interrupted."

"Charlotte stops by occasionally," Loveworth said, shrugging. "I don't expect her today though."

"Charlotte?"

"Charlotte's a paladin. She came here with me and occasionally stops by to make sure that I'm doing alright."

Stomach sinks. A paladin- those were trained to counter and dispel magic. You almost abandon the mission right there but manage to get a hold of yourself. "Are there a lot of paladins here?" You are careful not to sound too interested.

Loveworth doesn't notice anything amiss. "Not at all. Most are needed at the frontier. The Faith can't spare too many at the best of times, and this has always been a quiet town. Charlotte is the only one they sent."

It seemed negligent to only send a single paladin. Magic- especially mind magic- couldn't be dispelled by the person under its effects, especially given that the victim would never notice anything amiss. A plan starts to form.

"I've always wanted to meet a paladin- wanted to be one myself when I was younger. Can you introduce me?"

Your magic doesn't give her much of a choice but to agree. "Of course." She shuts the door behind her before starting to walk. "Now, let me show you to the solar."

And the plan is set. If you can take Charlotte by surprise and ensnare her before she can counter you, then you will have completely subverted the local branch of the Faith. As long as the town didn't come under scrutiny on a regional or national level, half the threats to you will be removed from play.

If you fail- that didn't bear considering.

The two of you slow as you come to a new room, located roughly in the center of the mansion. No one looking in from the outside would be able to tell what was going on in here.

She opens the door and you hurry in. She shuts it behind you, and the room plunges into an unnatural quiet. Was the room enchanted?

She breaks the quiet first. "You wanted to ask me for a favor?"

If she had been ugly or old, this would have been quick. This would be the part where you would mind-control her so that if a case for either Julia or Liv appeared before her, she would rule the case the way you wanted.

She isn't either of those things though, and the favor you ask is very different than the one you had originally intended. "I haven't gotten laid in a while. Take your clothes off. I want to fuck you."

Normally, you would go about this more subtly, but Charlotte's existence makes you reconsider. When you dealt with her, you would have to be direct and ensnare her before she could cast Dispel. Being direct with your powers is something you have no experience with- until now, you had always fucked girls under the veneer of doing something else. Generally, giving them a message.

The more subtle route had a lot less push-back compared to this one. You can feel how the Minister's mind struggled to reject what you were telling her. It made you glad that you had decided to try this with her first instead of trying it with Charlotte directly.

"But I have taken a vow of celibacy. For the glory of our gods, I cannot lay with a man."

Once more, the opportunity to dance around and try to convince her appears, but you don't take it, and instead double down on the direct approach. "Counterpoint. I'm horny. Strip."

For a moment, silence reigns as you force as much magic onto her as possible while she tries to resist. Now that you're concentrating though, her ill-disciplined attempts fall to the wayside and she is forced to capitulate.

Your eyes glance over her gorgeous body, only briefly focusing on the tattooed divine sigils before continuing to more interesting bits.

A hand reaches out to caress a soft tit getting her to shiver, before giving you a baleful stare. She doesn't resist your advances, but she doesn't participate either. She stands with her shoulders rolled back, posture proud and tall. Defiant. "If you defile a priestess, you're going to hell," she warns you.

"I took no vow to celibacy," you counter, hand reaching out to caress the rose sigil- the symbol of the Goddess of Love- printed on her lower back. "If anything, I'm worshiping in my own way. You, on the other hand..." you trail off suggestively.

She pales. "You're the one asking me to do this."

"I'm sure the gods will find that very convincing."

She might have had a reply to that, but you cut her off with a kiss. She's stiff- stiffer than either Juliet or Liv, which is saying something given that neither of them was aware that they were having sex. You had been hoping for a more active response from her.

Dissatisfied, you look for a way to loosen her up. Hands drop to her waist and then further to her thick ass, bubbly and bouncy from a life free of hard labor. Kneading it pushes her forward so her small breasts were pushed onto your chest. Despite this, it also doesn't garner the reaction you'd been hoping for.

Break away panting. "Why so stiff?" She doesn't answer at first. You're not sure if it's an active choice or if she's dazed. This was probably her first sexual encounter.

It doesn't matter either way. You get your answer when your hand drops a bit further to cup her naked sex. Awareness floods back into her eyes and an adorable plea escapes her lips. "P-please."

She was begging you not to deflower her- to not make her break her oath to the gods. You intentionally misunderstand her plea. "Well alright. If you insist, I'll get rid of that pesky virginity for you."

Before she can repeat her plea with added clarification, thrust in. To your surprise, she's wet- really wet. Despite this, you don't get much into her, but what you do get into her is enough. Alessia Loveworth, Minister of the Faith and Sworn Virgin, is a virgin no longer.

This has the effect you are hoping for. She finally loosens up, collapsing bonelessly against you. Her face is buried in your shoulder, so you can't see her reaction but you can feel it. Her pussy is clenching around you, as though it's trying to expel an intruder.

"Your virginity's gone, your oath broken. Me getting out, won't bring it back so you might as well enjoy this." She clenches down harder, either aroused or trying to expel you even harder.

It doesn't matter to you either way. You have a beautiful girl in your arms, with your dick in her pussy. Whether she wanted it or not, there was only one thing you are going to do.

Thrust.

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