She takes his hand

Winlay almost didn't take the offer, but the fire roaring between her legs got the better of her. She knew that what she felt was wrong, that she shouldn't do this, but she couldn't stop herself. She reached out a trembling hand and took the one that the fat priest had offered. She saw him smile wider, but something about the smile seemed almost sinister.

"Now Sister Winlay, I will show you all the best places in the Holy Palace."

Winlay allowed Beldan to lead her around, and as usual acted like a perfect gentleman. There were times she thought she saw a hunger in his eyes, but she could never be truly sure it was there because it was gone in the next instant. He showed her the the main cathedral, the dining area and even a courtyard that the palace surrounded. Winlay knew that there were other places in the palace as well, but Beldan had explained that the east wing of the palace was used for servants and guests. The lower floor of the west wing was used for medium level members of the Church such as the position now held by Winlay, and aids like Louis. The upper floors where used for housing the higher members. He also explained that the south Wing was also used for business purposes. She knew it took more than prayers to run a church, but when she asked about that wing, Beldan would only say that he would show it to her later.

She was starting to feel like all her worries had been for nothing, but the night before still weighted upon her. She had moaned and writhed as this holy man had fucked her. She didn't know how it had gotten to that point, but the head that had poured into her the night before still burned inside of her. Throughout the walk, when Beldan had his back to her, she would sometimes feel waves of lust spread through her again. Just like before, her pussy was already wet and he hadn't said or done anything to cause it.

After nearly two hours had passed, she was starting to feel tired and it was clear the High Priest was too. He led her to a small sitting room furnished with a couch, a small table with drinks already on it, and a few chairs scattered around. A fireplace sat at one end of the room, but no one had lit the logs that lay there and the small woodpile beside it looked as if it had been there a while. The room was clean and looked to be a room for people to go to be alone. Looking around Winlay felt that this would be the perfect place to escape with a book. Beldan sat down on the couch, taking up most of it by himself and poured a drink for himself. Winlay took a seat in a nearby chair and took the drink Beldan offered her.

The liquid burned as it went down her throat and Winlay realized it was alcoholic. She coughed after it went down and noticed Beldan smirk.

"There is nothing wrong with a drink my dear, as long as it is not to excess. We all have our sins as well. As you can see, mine is a love of good food. I've been trying to stay fit and not eat as much but to little success."

The priest put on a mock look of grief that made Winlay laugh for the first time that day. It felt good at first, but then her cheeks flushed a little as that laugh sent a wave of heat to her loins.

"It is good to hear you laugh my dear. You have looked so serious all day. I know that this is a big step for you, but I assure you that we can face it together. Everything will be fine."

"Thank you sir. I hope that I am able to please you."

Again the man's eyes lit with hunger, and this time she was certain of it. It faded as it always had, but it took a few moments longer than before.

"Oh I am sure you will do a wonderful job. Which reminds me. There was somewhere else I wanted to show you. After we rest for a moment I'll take you to a very special place."