"Be fruitful and multiply"

"Cecily," you say in a husky tone, "I'm going to do it inside." She nods at you, teary-eyed yet again. You're glad it's almost done. Loving Cecily has been amazing, but you've taken so long that your balls feel ready to burst from delayed gratification. Picking up speed slightly, you push as far as you can into the nun's vise-like pussy as she squeaks under you. Her swollen clit rubs against you as you make skin-to-skin contact. Cecily's eyes begin to look dreamy, and roll upwards. She starts unconsciously pulling you into her with her legs wrapped abound your waist. You're almost done now. You feel the pleasure start to increase as you plunge all the way to her cervix. "I love you Cecily!" you say, voice strained with your exertion. "I love you too!" she almost screams, eyes closed and tears streaming from both eyes down her reddened face.

It takes all your self control to keep from yelling as her profession of love overcomes your attempt to hold back. Your cock twitches and expands in her little pussy as it shoots what feels like gallons of cum against her cervix. The pleasure is extremely intense, and feels like it could go on forever. Cecily's eyes open is surprise as she feels the burning heat of your seed against the gate of her womb. Her legs fall away from you and start twitching uncontrollably as she cums with you. You have to slap your hand over her mouth to quiet her screams of pleasure. Once your spurts finish, you lean forward and kiss her for the last time, cock still in her drenched tunnel. Cecily runs her little hands through your thick hair as she enjoys the aftershock of your lovemaking.

Much later, the two of you are sitting side by side, partially dressed. "I didn't think it would feel like that" she says, relaxed for once. Cecily rubs her flat stomach. "Am I pregnant now?" she asks, looking up at you. "You might, you might not" you say honestly. "How long until your next, how do I say this politely, womanly time?" you ask awkwardly. She looks thoughtful. "Two weeks, I would guess." You don't know much about womanly cycles, just that it has something to do with pregnancy. Cecily sighs. "I know I shouldn't, but I hope I have your baby" she says, resting her head on your shoulder. "I wish I could have all of your babies" she says in a quiet, wistful voice. You kiss her head, but say nothing. Being a pregnant nun is an awkward position to say the least. But you are a king, so worst comes to worst you could help the girl somehow, if you were so inclined. The two of you hug, and part, sneaking back to your respective rooms.

With your emotional rest-stop, you almost forgot why you started out in the first place. You need a wife, and Helga is waiting. The weather has cleared, so it's time for you to go. You made your goodbyes to Cecily earlier, but you wish she could wave you away as you go. As you wagon drives away, you look back longingly at the little stone monastery, where a girl who loves you is stuck.