Next generation

The tradition established by you and Cecily will eventually flourish over the decades, creating a unique dual-governance of the heart and the flesh. While Cecily presided over the court with two strong sons at her side, the convent continued its role as the cradle for the kingdom's future. Today, your son, the eldest prince, the heir to the Holy Kingdom, reached the peak of his young adulthood. Therefore, it is th time for his initiation. Following your precedent, a nun who was experienced in the outside world prior to her initiation, Mother Eleana, was selected.

Cecily and Sara chose her as she was a widow, like Sara, but also due to her trustworthiness. Mother Eleana will be there to offer prayers, but to provide the education that no tutor could teach from a book: the art of physical dominion and the secrets of the bedchamber.

Mother Elena enters the prince's quarters with the practiced composure of her order, though she wears a silk robe beneath her dark mantle that whispers of more earthly delights. Your son stands by the window, his stature hides his nervousness. Mother Eleana approaches the young heir, her hands steady as she reaches out to undo the fastenings of his tunic. "A King must rule his want before he can rule others," she whispers, her breath warm against his neck, "and I will help you satisfy that."

She guides him to the expansive silk-lined bed, her touch confident and instructional. As she kneels before him, she begins to use her mouth to suck his dick with a practiced grace that leaves the young prince breathless, mirroring the very act that you felt when Sara went down on you. The prince groans, his hands tangling in her hair as he experiences the overwhelming rush of his arousal by a woman. "You may want release, My Prince, but pleasure isn't just the destination, it is a journey."

"Please, Mother Eleana..."

"Hush," Mother Eleana admonish gently. "Be patient. And call me 'Mother', as I will be your closest confidante together with your wife."

"Yes... Mother," your son gasps.

"Just let me lead the way, My Son."

"Yes."

The two began to make out, their lusts intertwining with each other, building the connection that will form their relationship. When the prince can no longer contain himself, Elena repositions herself, lying back and pulling him over her. She guides him inside her with an ease that only years of experience can provide, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper into her warmth. The prince, fueled by the vigor of youth and the thrill of the forbidden, begins to drive into her with a raw, unbridled energy. Elena meets every thrust with a soft moan of encouragement, her fingers digging into his back. "Slower, my son," she cooed. "Don't you want to enjoy your mother longer."

"Yes, yes."

"You will spill your seeds in me and your wife. Till us as your gardens as much as you want," Mother Eleana says as her hips move to match his thrusts. The two keep building up in intensity, until finally, the prince reaches his peak and let out a guttural cry, spilling his seed deep within her. He collapses against her, his heart hammering against his ribs, while Elena holds him with a maternal yet sensual tenderness. It is in this position that the man and her woman fell asleep, you son's heavy heavy frame relaxed into the mattress, but his head was tucked firmly into the crook of Mother Eleana's neck . She held him there, her chin resting atop his dark curls, her arms draped over his shoulders in a protective, possessive embrace. There was no pretence in her posture, only the deep, primal instinct of a woman holding the man she loved. She breathed him in even in her sleep, her chest rising and falling in perfect synchronization with his. The way Mother Eleana cradled your son, pulling him closer as he shifted in his sleep, spoke of a bond that went far beyond the physical acts that is required of her.

You, Cecily, and Sara, who had witnessed their first night togeher, left the room, knowing that the two deserve the privacy for their rest, and perhaps, later on, their fornication. In the weeks that follow, the success of the initiation becomes apparent as Mother Eleana conceived, no doubt as a result of their first night together. The prince feels a newfound sense of pride; he has not only proven his manhood but has already contributed to the growing web of loyalist kin that keeps the crown secure. He is also clearly smitten with 'Mother' who is going to be mother to his bastard, but it was as intended to happen in the very beginning. The prince's bond to the convent is strengthened, ensuring that his first taste of power is linked to a woman who will always be loyal to the crown's interests.