Chapter Three - Fleur Goes Through the Change
Leona was bent over Ben's desk as he pounded into her from behind. Their flesh slapped together with each stroke, wet and noisy. His breathing was harsh, the grip on her hips nearly punishing as he worked toward his release. She had already cum once when he ate her pussy, but she felt the pressure beginning to rise again.
She pushed back against him with every pump of his hips, bringing them together harder and allowing him even deeper inside her. The desk was nearly too tall for him to reach her special spot, and she was forced to use her arms, propped up under her breasts for leverage. As long as he held out just a few... more... strokes.
With a gurgled cry, Ben shot his load inside her. He slowed his movements, but Leona shouted, "No!" and kept pushing back against him. With a groan, he understood her request and did his best to keep going. He even reached around her and fingered her clit, helping her along.
She finally reached the elusive peak with his help and shuddered her way through her own orgasm. As her pussy clenched down on his dick, Ben gave a weak cough and pulled out of her. "I can't... Fuck, woman, you'll kill me one of these days."
Ben collapsed on a chair. Leona rose from her position and gave him a curious look as she slipped into the adjacent cleansing room. After quickly cleaning herself up, she wet a cloth and took it back into the office. When she held the cloth out to him, she noted Ben's pallor and sweaty skin.
His hand trembled slightly when he took the cloth and used it wipe his face before cleaning his now limp and shriveled cock. When finished, he gave the cloth a weak toss toward the cleansing room and remained slumped in the chair. His breathing still hadn't evened out when he propped his elbow on the arm of his chair to hold his chin in his hand.
When he had first trapped her, Leona had given him a few weeks to think that he was in charge. Then she taught him otherwise, and during the twelve years that followed she had remained at the church on her own free will, finding it a convenient place to be for a while. The opposite of what he'd intended their relationship to be.
"You don't look very good," she observed, pulling on a robe over her young, fresh body.
Ben took a moment to try to control his breathing. "I don't feel very good at the moment."
She sat in the chair opposite the desk he had just fucked her on, crossing her long well-toned legs. "Are you going to die on me old man?"
He only shook his head, pulling his robes over his body, not making an effort to put them on.
"And if you go belly-up, what happens to me and Fleur?"
Ben closed his eyes and leaned his head back, looking like the old man he was becoming. He'd passed his sixty-third year on his last birthday. If he'd ever thought that Leona would keep him young, he'd been terribly mistaken. Since she remained young and healthy, her sexual appetites were perfectly normal for a young woman. It was his new theory that the damn woman had fucked the life out of him.
But she had a point. He'd forced her to stay, locked in the tower for months. But then Fleur had let her out and the two of them had planned to walk right out the door. It was only his quick tongue and the admittedly good reasons he offered for their remaining that kept them there. Over the years, he'd developed a fondness for Leona. Fleur, they discovered, had been an outstanding organizer, keeping the church and his sermons going like a well-oiled machine.
He had indeed made plans for her. Though he knew they both may fool him in the end, Ben was certain that he'd managed to keep the wealth he'd accumulated over the years hidden from the women. A will lay tucked away in his desk, waiting for his death. The easily cowed people of the town had deeded him the church and land years ago. It would all go to Leona. How she'd explain herself after his death, he no longer cared.
"You'll be provided for," he told her cryptically.
Leona stared hard at him for a moment before announcing, "I need a virgin."
Ben's eyes opened wide. "Why? I got you one last year and your marks are still strong."
She leveled a glance at him and he dropped his eyes. "Because Fleur's birthday is in two weeks and she's decided to stay with me. I need a virgin so she can join me in the change."
The Father looked confused. "You need a virgin but she's the one changing?"
Leona sighed. "Alright," she said. "
She
needs the virgin so
she
can change.
I'm
the one requesting the virgin from you as per our agreement."
Narrowing his eyes at her, Ben considered this. "That was not our agreement. I agreed to supply you with virgins. Not her." He knew damn well he'd provide the virgin. He simply didn't want to make it easy for her.
Meeting him glare for glare, she replied, "Do you remember what happened the last time you attempted to deny me what I asked for?"
Ben straightened in his chair. He clearly remembered how close Leona had come to walking right out the front door of the church. Stark naked. Her intention was to declare his true nature to everyone in the village. He'd learned the woman did not merely threaten, but followed through when he tried to keep her under his thumb.
He raised a hand in a calming gesture. "It's just that it's getting difficult to make young men disappear. The Hansens still ask me, a year later, if I've heard from their son."
Leona sat back in the chair and considered the circumstances. She'd moved from the tower room he'd originally put her in to a large, sumptuous apartment in the back of the church. "We need another city close by. One we can get the virgins from without such difficulty."
"There is no other city," Ben groused. It had been his main reason for keeping Leona in the church. He'd had to travel a far distance when he'd wanted a woman for sex.
"We also need scientists. This backwater village needs to grow, expand. Modernize."
Ben rubbed a hand over his face, his voice tired as he said, "That also goes against everything I preach. We can't have scientists."
Looking at the man across her, she noted the gray in his hair and the sag of his belly. He seemed to be aging much faster than he should. "A second city would fix that," she insisted.
With a growl, Ben pulled himself from his chair and said, "You can't snap your fingers and make a second city appear. Where would you put it anyway? There's nothing here!"
She watched as he jerked his robes on, tying them with his fancy gold cord. "On the other side of the river."
He paused, his hands still on the cord wrapped around his waist. "You've thought this out."
"Not much else to do around here."
Ben knew better than to step one foot through that figurative door. Boredom had been her biggest complaint ever since he'd brought her in that first night. He finished tying his robe and headed for the door. "I'll get your damn virgin," he said. "Don't know what the fuck I'll do with two of you around here, though."
That was a decent point, Leona thought. She had no idea yet what to do next, especially after Fleur went through her change. Since leaving her sister's inn, Fleur had acted as housekeeper to the church. That included making appointments for parishioners to meet with "Father Benevolent," as they called him. Once she made the change to her younger self, she could no longer allow people to see her.
Leona had learned through the years that Ben had shunned any connections with another church. He was a self-proclaimed priest, not having had any formal training or education. He had decided that it was an easy way to make money and hold a position of power. It had worked remarkably well in the small, isolated village.
But that meant that he answered to no one else. No diocese, no formal head of the church, no one ruled over the illustrious Father Benevolent. When he died, the village would have to seek another priest on their own or let the church lay silent. Leona knew he had money tucked away. She didn't know where, and until he died, she didn't really care.
The door quietly opened and Fleur peeked in before entering with a glass of mulberry wine in her hand. Her distaste of the relationship between Leona and Ben had been obvious twelve years ago. Since then, she'd grown to accept it as all part of her new life. Leona had spent years teaching Fleur all she knew about their marks. Until recently, she feared that Fleur, a virgin herself, would not take a virgin and chose to remain young.
"Father Ben looked awfully pale,." said Fleur. "He went straight to his room. Did something happen?" She took the seat beside Leona and handed her the glass of wine.
Taking a sip, Leona nodded thoughtfully. "He's getting old. Faster than he should. If we lived in a large city with doctors and hospitals, I'd suggest he have some tests run. But that's not going to happen way out here."
Fleur was quiet for a bit. "But what will happen to us if he..."
Leona patted her friend's knee. "Don't you worry. I'm very well-rehearsed in moving on and starting over." She sipped more of her wine, her thoughts wandering. "But wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to move on?" Shaking her head and giving a wave of her hand, she chased the thought away. "No. I promised to show you more of the world than this sleepy little village. We have places to explore, adventures to have."
She heard Fleur give a soft sigh. "But I wouldn't mind staying. I know we can't, not once I... change. But I like it here."
Studying Fleur's wistful looking face, Leona paused. "If you want to stay, then use that remarkable organizing brain of yours and help me find a way."
Fleur's hazel eyes met Leona's brown ones and she gently clasped their hands together. "You'd do that for me? Give up your adventures?"
