The Party Starts (Mostly Midlevel Clergymen)

Winlay walked with Beldan, her left arm linked with his. He took her to a small dining room. There was only one round table with enough chairs for her, Beldan, and four other people. When they arrived, the other people where waiting on them.

Seated to Winlay's right was a man she estimated to be a few years older than her. he had long brown hair that reached halfway down his back and a sword was strabbed to his side. A single scar marred what was probably the most handsome face she had ever seen as it ran across his eye and down his left cheek. His sight obviously wasn't damaged because his dazzling blue eyes were both clear and watching her intently. She estimated guessed that he was a Templar Soldier based on the blue dress uniform he was wearing.

Next to him was a man she estimated to be a Speaker, but his outfit wasn't the normal black of the Speakers she had seen. His was a swirl of reds and blacks.

The third man was also different from the normal Speakers. Instead of formal attire, he was dressed in traveling cloths. She decided that he was a Missionary. Missionaries normally didn't rise up to high positions, but Beldan had said they all had potential.

The last one she knew. Falceris from Artiga was seated at Beldan's left hand.

Once they were all seated, food and wine was brought to the table. Beldan said a prayer for them and then they began to dine. After a few moments had passed in silence as everyone ate, Beldan finally stood.

"Friends, I am pleased that you were all able to attend today. Most of you probably don't know this, but our beloved Oracle has been missing for some time now. If word does not come soon, it has already been decided that I shall rise to the position."

Falceris raised a glass in salute and then drank deeply. Winlay on the other hand was amazed. She had heard that the Oracle was on a peace keeping mission in Cryn. Looking around, she saw that while Falc was toasting Beldan, he still seemed a little surprised by the news. The Templar beside her gave nothing away with his handsome face. The Speaker in the wierd clothing looked confused, but tried to focus on his food. The missionary on the other hand was the only one who gave away that he had prior knowledge of anything. His cold grey eyes seemed to pierce into her as he watched her look over each of the men at the table.

"But dear friends," Beldan continued, "We must remember that our jobs never end. I have invited you all here so that we can better learn to know each other and form a bond that will hopefully strengthen the Church for the better."

After that, Beldan saw to introductions around the table, starting with Falceris. The missionary and the Templar both seemed to know him already. Next he introduced the Missionary as Brother Rick Warner. The next introduced was the strange Speaker. His name was Xelmar Courts, and he came from the High Marches.

Finally the Templar was introduced as Marcus Flint, a Soldier who had seen several different battles and the year before had been in New Canterbury to protect it from Heretics. It was at this that Winlay realized she had seen him the night after the Templar had destroyed the heretics. The Templar had come back to the town to celebrate with some of the young women before returning to Telnon in triumph. Winlay had dodged the Templar men and their advances, but she remembered seeing Marcus with a patch over his eye.

When Beldan opened his mouth to introduce Winlay, both marcus and Falceris held up hands to stop him. Marcus nodded for Falceris to go first.

"This stunning flower is your Voice of course. Sister Winlay Grace. She has a the voice of an angel Lord Beldan. You chose well."

She saw Brother Rick grin knowingly and Xelmar's eyes lit with a fire she had come to recognize as desire. If these men were like Falceris, then they were staying on the same wing as her and Beldan as well. They would have heard her screams too. Then Marcus shot them a glance and both men turned their attention back to their plates. Marcus then turned his gaze back on Winlay and Beldan.

"I remember you from the New Canterbury defense. You were strikingly beautiful. If I had not been tending to my injuries, I would not have allowed you to walk away from the bonfire that night. Seeing you now, I regret the decision even more. You have grown even more beautiful."

His voice was soft and richly deep. It sent shivers running up and down her spine as he spoke. Had she heard him talk that night, she might not have walked away either.

Beldan smiled to himself, knowing that Winlay would be the perfect eye candy for these men as the dinner went on. Then her true purpose for the evening would be revealed.

As the men ate and talked She said little unless spoken to. She could feel the eyes of all five men turn in her direction from time to time, and it caused her pussy to grow wetter and wetter. She occassionally noticed Beldan mess with the rings on his hand, but she dismissed it as a nervous habit since he did it all the time in other situations. After more than an hour of food and wine had passed, Beldan stood again.

"Well brothers, the hour is starting to grow late. I have a busy morning, but I leave you to continue your visit."

When Winlay started to rise to join him, Beldan put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

"No sister, why don't you stay for now. I'm sure the men would enjoy your company for a while longer."

"O-oh. Ok Lord Beldan."

Beldan gave her a warm smile and then left the dining room. After a few moments servents came and took the food, but refilled the wine, leaving three bottles for the partiers. Winlay glanced around nervously after the servants left. Only her and four men were left in the room. And all their eyes were on her and her heaving tits as she breathed deeply, trying to **** herself to relax.

Now she understood. Beldan wanted her here for another reason other than his Voice. She was here as a whore, and these men were there to use her body for their pleasure. Suddenly she felt her pussy begin to burn and ache with need.