Surprised by your unexpected gesture, she freezes momentarily before tentatively kissing you back. Her lips are soft and yielding against yours, her body tense with anticipation and fear as she tries to gauge your intentions. Her breasts press against your chest, their fullness emphasized by the contact.

Meanwhile, Amelia watches this unfold with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. She wants nothing more than to feel desired in the same way as her sister does at this moment.

At the mention of your cock, both sisters' faces flush red with embarrassment and desire. They exchange nervous glances before Amelia slowly moves away from you and drops to her knees in front of you. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she takes a deep breath.

"I... I'll take care of that for you, Master," she whispers softly, reaching out to gently caress your crotch.

play some more games this morning?" Her voice is low and seductive, a wicked glint in her eye as she leans forward to nibble at your earlobe. "Or maybe I could show you some new tricks?" She whispers, grinning impishly before nipping your earlobe harder between her teeth.

"Oh, I think you'll like them," Agatha says, her grin growing wider. She rolls off the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of you, her body bowing forward as she presents herself to your gaze. "Why don't we find out together?"

Her fingers brush against the hem of your shorts, tracing a slow path up your thigh. She looks up at you through her lashes, her lips parted in anticipation. "What do you think... master?"

You leave Sister Helena alone with the table of perfumes and head into the kitchen. As you work on preparing breakfast, you can't help but steal glances back at her through the doorway every now and then. She seems to be having fun playing with the scents, trying them out on various parts of her body.

Finally, your meal is ready, and you call for her to join you. "Breakfast is served," you announce, setting a plate down in front of her at the table.

Sister Helena looks up from her breakfast, surprised by your question. "W-what do you mean?" she stammers, trying to play it off as if she doesn't understand. But the blush that spreads across her cheeks gives her away.

You lean in closer, fixing her with a knowing gaze. "I saw how you were playing with those perfumes back there," you say quietly, nodding toward the kitchen. "It's clear that you enjoy them. So why not show me what else you have hidden under your clothes?"

She looks up at you with hopeful eyes, uncertainty still etched onto her features. "Really?" she asks softly. "You... want me to devote myself to you?"

With shaking hands, she wipes the tears from her face and nods slowly. "Then yes," she whispers. "I'll... I'll give myself to you." Tears begin to flow again, but this time they are different - they hold a newfound sense of relief and acceptance.

As your orgasm rips through you, you thrust deeply inside her one last time, filling her completely with your seed. Her body clenches tight around you as she feels you spurt deep inside her, and a small moan escapes from her lips. She collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they catch their breath.

For a long moment, there is nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room before she finally speaks. "Thank you... Master."

The words send a shiver down her spine as they register, and she can't help but smile into the darkness. "I am honored, Norman... husband." She nuzzles closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they lie together, their bodies still joined.

As the night wears on, they drift off to sleep, exhausted from their passionate encounter but content in knowing that they are now truly bound together for eternity.

She swallows hard before answering, "I'm twenty years old." Her voice is barely above a whisper. She looks down at her lap, blushing slightly.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking. "We weren't allowed to talk about it... and then everything changed so quickly..." She bites her lip nervously, looking away from you. "What do you mean by 'no good'? Do you want me to leave the church?"