You'll have to rip the clothes off of her

Rosary had managed to get the habit off of herself, and the hood had been a gimme, but she seemed to be losing speed when it came to the chemise. Her half-asleep rambling seemed to be turning into full asleep rambling. If she fell asleep, it might mean that tonight's efforts all went to waste. Whether by devotion to Geod's calling, or by impatience, or simple horn-doggedness, you weren't going to let that happen. Your pursuit of Rosary was far too important to be waylaid by something like this!

You placed a hand on either side of her chemise, at the hem near the round tops of her breasts, and {if Muscular}easily ripped it apart, like you were tearing tissue paper.{else}tore it in half, with some difficulty. If it were less of a delicate garment, you might have found yourself tugging to no avail.{endif} She barely seemed to feel it split, instead blinking groggily as her white bra and panty set, along with her belly, were exposed to the open air. Like her stockings, the undergarments had gold cross shapes stitched into the cotton, as was the fashion among the church.

Every part of her body looked soft and yielding, begging to be squeezed. With a sense of urgency, you worked to tear off her bra as well, pulling it free to expose her large, bouncing breasts, each tipped with a sizable, dark-colored nipple that looked especially lewd on the ordinarily white-clad nun. As you yanked down the woman's panties, you finally heard her release a startled squeak. "Wh... wha... what?! Sir Lavender? Wh-What are you doing with my underwear?!" she panicked, sitting up in her bed. As she noticed her near complete state of undress, she hurried to cover her exposed bosom with both arms, barely managing the task.

You tried to babble an explanation, but her own babbling was making it hard to get a word in. Your eyes wandered downward, finding the spot between her legs that you'd exposed a moment ago. Rather than bald nakedness, you saw a gold chastity belt, the kind that used to be required by ladies of the church. She must wear it now because-

"-i-it's meant for my true love... Only my true love can have the key," Rosary answered your thoughts, squeezing her legs shut as much as she could manage to hide it. As she watched the distraught expression on your face, she reconsidered, gently opening back up her legs so that you could see it. The plate barely covered her sex and you could see that it was a little wet. "As... As it so happens... I was having a dream much like this scenario and... and I do consider you my true love. Even if you're a bit of a boor," she pouted.

You were willing to accept that. You asked her if she was willing to show you the key.

"Yes... Like so." The moment paused a moment, closing her eyes and clasping her hands as if in prayer. A golden key materialized between her hands, wreathed in light. "I-I use an old angel method of keeping it, just to be... absolutely certain. Certain that only my fated lover can open it," she gulped.

Even with it in her hands now, she was still hesitant to use it. You, on the other hand, were **** to take it from her. You'd already gotten a bit ahead of yourself, tearing off her clothing.

Seeing your ****, she smiled to calm you-- the grace of a saintess, truly. After a bit of fumbling, she managed to get it into the lock herself and turn it. Finally, the last barrier fell away. She reflexively guarded the spot with her hands for just a moment, before slowly removing them, allowing you to see the puffy, waiting lips of her pussy. "I-I'm ready... You may consummate your vows as a squire now," she encouraged you, seeming both anxious and excited.