They arn't done

Winlay lay on the dest, breathing heavily. She was tired and her back was sore from being pressed into the heard wood. Not to mention the fact that her head was filled with smoke. Although she was feeling more and more like a whore, like what she was doing was wrong, she just couldn't seem to stop herself. As she looked into Beldan's eyes, she knew that he wasn't about to stop either.

Beldan pulled up off the table and into another kiss. This time Winlay wasn't shocked by it and felt her body melt into him as she returned it in full. His mouth seemed to devour her as his tongue dove into her once again, swirling and teasing her own tongue. Had she been in her right mind, Winlay might have wondered why a priest was able to kiss better than any of the farm boys she had known, but the thought didn't occur to her through the misty, lust filled haze. After a few moments, Beldan Pushed her back and tossed his robes aside. Winlay saw his fat body and his dick hanging between his legs and she felt her pussy begin to pulse again. She couldn't seem to stop herself from feeling horny at the sight of the holy man's naked body.

She didn't realize she was doing it until the moan escaped her lips. One of her hands had found its way to her pussy and she had stroked a finger along its sensitive lips. She then inserted a finger into herself and pushed her hips forward. Her hands, her fingers, were much smaller than that of the High Priest, but even though they weren't as filling she still felt tremors rush through her as she began masterbating. When she saw Beldan's cock starting to harden again at the sight of her, she withdrew the finger and added a second. This time when the waves of pleasure hit her, she sank to the floor and onto her back. Her feet were still planted on the floor and her knees were in the air, spread far apart as she rammed the fingers into her pussy. Then she reached up to her tits with her free hand and began squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She heard Beldan moan and saw him stroking his now rock hard dick.

"Yes Sister, you are marvalous! Your passion, your fire will truly aid the Church well!"

Winlay was moaning and bucking her hips, her eyes closed and her head rolling when she felt the ripple go through her stomach and down into her loins. Her pussy suddenly flooded and she could hear the squishing noises as she continued to plunge her fingers into her own cunt. Suddenly Beldan's arms were lifting her again and she found her self once more on the desk. This time it was differnt. Beldan had placed her face down her her feet still touching the floor. Her full young tits were pressed into the wood, still warm from their sex only moments before. She was panting and her tongue was hanging out like a dog in heat when she looked back over her shoulder at the man who had made her into this creature of lust and sex.

Then she felt her pussy being filled again as the priest pushed his dick into her once more. She moaned and pressed her ass back towards him as he began to move back and forth. Unlike the last time, this time he was rough, slapping her ass as he began pounding his dick into her hard and harder with each thrust. He reached up and grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back and she moaned loudly as took her.

"Do you like this Sister? Do you enjoy having my rod inside of you?"

"Yessss! Oh Xelta yes!"

Then he pulled his dick until only the tip was left inside her and she whimpered as she felt herself suddenly empty.

"Tell me what you want Winlay."

"I want... I oh Xelta I want it."

Beldan slapped her ass again, causing her to squeel in delight. But then she felt his dick slide even farther out of her and she cried out in protest.

"Tell me the words I want to hear Winlay. The words that a tavern whore would say. You know them, and I know you've longed to say them."

She didn't see him touch the rings again, but she did feel the waves of desire shooting through her. She did indeed know the words. She had overheard her friend Valorie say them to a farmer as they lay in the hay loft of his barn. Winlay had known that Valorie had been helping the farmer and his wife around their farm, and had come looking for her friend to ask her to spend the night when she caught sight of them. Valorie was under the man and her cloths were scattered around the loft. The man's wife obviously didn't know that while she was in the house preparing their bed for the night that her husband was in the barn having his way with a young girl who thought that he was going to leave his faithful wife for her. Although Valorie had later learned the man was simply using her, the words that Winlay had heard her scream had never left her mind.

"Oh please. Please fuck me Lord Beldan! Use my body as you see fit for your pleasure! I want your big cock to fill me!"

Winlay could hardly believe that it was her mouth saying the words, but as Beldan pushed his dick back into her she didn't care. He began fucking her so hard that the desk shook and rattled under her. Then his hands came up and wrapped around her, taking her tits and mauling them. He lifted her until she was no longer leaning against the desk but still bent at the waist. Then she heard him groan and push his cock as far as he could into her. Hot liquid splashed into her pussy, mixing with both her cum and his already spent seed.

She felt his dick soften and fall out of her and then his hands released her and she fell back onto the desk. Her whole body seemed to be pulse she felt completely spent. She heard him moving behind her, but then the lock on the door clicked.

"Your room isn't ready yet, so come back to mine when you are ready. I'll have to attend some meetings with the remaining initiates tomorrow morning, but after that I will help you get settled in."

Then she heard the door close and he was gone. After he left she felt the fog in her mind begin to slip away. As her mind cleared she began to cry.