She can't say no

Beldan's hands were causing her to moan and press harder against him. She was feeling waves of pleasure shooting through her body. The hand on her chest was now pulling one of her nipples while the hand inside her panties was still just caressing her pussy lips, but hadn't penetrated.

"Well my dear? You still haven't answered. Do I keep going?"

She shuddered and felt hot tears of shame forming in her eyes. He was right about her. She did want this. She wanted to be used again. As she felt her tears fall she began to sob.

"Yes! Yes please, Yes!"

Beldan gave a grunt of aknowledgement and then she felt his thick middle finger press and slowly begin to enter her pussy. She gave a soft cry as he began pistoning the finger in and out of her dripping pussy. His finger was big, but it wasn't as big as his dick had been so even though it stretched her, she didn't feel any pain.

"Do you like this Winlay? This heat, this passion, it is your greatest gift Sister!"

She moaned as he slowly withdrew the finger he had been using.

"Yes lord Beldan! Oooh yes!"

"I'm glad little one. I shall show you Xelta's truest love!"

Beldan may have been a fat man, but he wasn't weak. The hand that had been pleasuring Winlay's pussy suddenly gripped her panties and with a hard pull he tore them off of her. She was too lost in bliss to notice him slip the used panties into one of the huge pockets on his own robe as he slipped hers off of her completely. She now stood naked before him with her back still pressed into him. She now realized a bugle was pressing into her ass and her pussy began to ache with need as he turned her to face him. She opened her mouth to say something, not knowing what, but then his mouth met hers. Her eyes grew wide with shock as his tongue invaded, sliding into her mouth and across her own tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned into him as one of his hands reached behind her to cup her ass and pull her closer to him while the other held her head steady. Her tongue twisted and twirled with his for a moment before he broke the kiss. His head traveled to her full tits and he took one of her young nipples into his mouth and sucked and bit. She threw back her head moaned and when his hands found her pussy again they were instantly drenched as she shuddered and came for the first time in her life.

She felt like she was floating on a cloud of pleasure, but then opened her eyes when her back met cold wood. Beldan had lifted her after she came and was now laying her down on the table. Her legs hung off the end and she watched as he opened his own robes, letting his already rock hard cock aim between her legs like a spear ready to be thrust into her. The fat man used his hands to spread her legs wider apart and then positioned himself at her warm opening. His hands were latched onto her hips and she started to have second thoughts about this, but knew it had gone too far for her to turn back.

"This is your true place Sister! Right here in my arms!"

Beldan thrust his dick into her pussy, causing her to scream out in pleasure and shame. His hands gripped her harder as be began to thrust his dick into her, before pulling back and thrusting in again. Each thrust was harder and faster than the one before it, but each went all the way in. She closed her eyes and moaned, her hands going to her tits to squeeze and fondle as she gave herself over to the pleasure she was recieving. Soon she could hear only the sounds of their moans and the slap of his balls agains her ass as he pounded and used her cunt the way that she had never allowed any other boy to do.

Then Beldan was leaning farther over her as he fucked her. She didn't think it was possible, but he was going faster and harder. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleausre as the priest began groaning. She was pulling her now sensetive nipples as he had done when he moaned out.

"I'm coming Winlay!"

It was enough to send her over the edge again, and as the High Priest filled her young pussy with his cum again, she screamed out her own orgasm. For a few moments they were silent, both shuddering and breathing heavily. She knew it now for certain. He was a holy man, and she was a lowly whore that had been blessed into his service. She looked into his face, her own eyes still full of tears and pleasure, and saw only hunger and need in his own eyes.