Witch Monastery

If it were me, if it were me...

Willow didn't dare to imagine that feeling, but she couldn't help imagining it. Her cheeks flushed, and one hand couldn't help but touch her towering chest, and her fingertips touched the pink buds that had already been engorged and erected.

"Um--"

The delicate bud that had not been caressed for more than ten years was suddenly stimulated like this, and immediately, Willow let out a heavy gasp from her throat.

Forget it, it's better to do it today than to wait for a day, why not take advantage of today to get rid of all the accumulated desires in one go...

As this thought came to her mind, she opened up the taboos of her body. Her hands no longer hesitated, and she touched her full breasts and gently kneaded them.

She didn't dare to use force, for fear that once she exerted too much strength, the milk contained in her would flow out uncontrollably just like in the dream.

Yes, she has milk.

This

It involves a very shameful matter, not about herself, but about her ethnic group.

In the origin story that their tribe publicized, their ancestor was a male sheep hero with a philanthropic heart. He traveled from the Fey Wilds to the material world, saved a group of refugees fleeing famine, fell in love with one of the girls, got married, and finally vowed to stay in the material world and protect the balance of nature forever.

Thus, the Green Vine Tribe took root in the material world and multiplied from generation to generation.

But this story is actually fabricated. Well, it can’t be considered fabricated. The half-goat hero did exist, but there was no love story about him, and he had nothing to do with their ancestors.

In fact, their ancestors were a group of goat girls who were captured by evil sorcerers and brought to the material world. These guys raised them like animals, selected high-quality individuals that could produce a lot of milk for a long time, and then raped them in turn, forcing them to give birth to excellent offspring who could also produce a lot of milk. The unsatisfactory ones were killed, and this cycle repeated, generation after generation...

Afterwards, those evil sorcerers made a fortune by profiting from the goat milk.

Eventually, righteous adventurers destroyed their organization, but by then, these goat people had become no different from creatures in the material world after generations of interbreeding, and could no longer return to the Fey Wilds.

There was no other way, so they had to gather together and wander around until they settled down in the mountains, and became the current Green Vine Tribe.

This is their true origin. It is just that such a shameful story cannot be told to the outside world, so they made up another story to let the tribe members recognize their identity and not hate themselves.

But it is conceivable that Willow also inherited the physique of her ancestors, those half-goat girls specially selected by evil warlocks: as long as they give birth to children normally, they will secrete large amounts of milk throughout their lives and cannot be stopped in any way.

This is also the fate that every young half-sheep woman in the Green Vine Tribe has to accept.

Fortunately, they are still optimistic about this. Since lactation cannot be stopped, they can use their own milk to feed their children more.

The people in their tribe almost maintain the habit of breastfeeding throughout their lives, just like Willow's daughter. Although she is fifteen years old this year, she still often lies on her mother's chest to suckle and help her mother relieve the pain in her chest.

but now……

Trapped under the mountain, Willow naturally couldn't find anyone to help her deal with the excessive secretion of milk. She could only pray that she could dig a way out before her breasts swelled to the point of pain, otherwise, she could only find an opportunity to secretly squeeze out milk...

"what……"

The moans in the distance seemed to become clearer. It was unclear whether the other party's screams were indeed getting louder, or Willow's hearing was becoming more acute after she regained consciousness.

Seeing the two people in the tent change their positions again, Willow gritted her teeth slightly, the fire of desire in her heart became more and more intense, and just caressing her breasts and nipples was completely adding fuel to the fire, so in the end, she reached her other hand under her robe, and her fingers awkwardly explored the paradise that had not been caressed for more than ten years——

"Oh……"

She couldn't help but raise her swan-like white neck and couldn't suppress a moan from her throat. The wonderful feeling that she hadn't experienced for more than ten years was re-transmitted into her soul, and she was so happy that she almost shed tears.

Her fingers began to move, trying to relieve her desire, but her skills were already slack and rusty, and the faint pleasure from there not only failed to satisfy her desire, but instead added fuel to the fire...

Give me... give me...

Her eyes were blurry as she stared at the two slightly crazy black figures in Hawthorne's tent. Her breathing became heavier with her slightly opened mouth. The fingers in her lower body moved more and more violently, but this only caused her slight pain. This feeling, which was not comfortable at all, drove her crazy.

“Wu—huh?!”

Suddenly, her sensitive perception as a druid made her realize something. She turned her head sharply and saw a nun with an exaggeratedly plump figure, wearing a pure white nun robe with a gold border, covering her mouth and looking at her in shock.

It was none other than Sister Celine.

Chapter 278: Relieving the Loneliness of the Night

She saw it!

Immediately, Willow's mind went almost blank. The next moment, a strong sense of shame surged into her heart, her face quickly turned red, and she quickly pulled her hands out, ignoring the wet stains on them, and covered her cheeks: "Don't look at me..."

Her head was almost buried in her chest, and her first reaction was still to act like an ostrich. As long as the other party couldn't see her, then it was as if nothing had happened!

Over there, Xilin still maintained a surprised expression, even though she was actually the one who started all this. In fact, she was indeed a little surprised. She never expected that this effect... would be so good!

Through the interactions, exchanges and inquiries during the day, she learned a lot of intelligence information about the Green Vine Tribe, and therefore saw the value and potential in Willow. She also realized that this was the only moment when the state of mind of this half-goat man with profound magical powers would be exposed.

So she hoped that Agatha would use the same trick again, arouse her desire, and then pull her into the monastery.

Then, I don't know if it was because Agatha's skills were too good, or because this woman had already accumulated a lot of desire. She couldn't control herself tonight and

Nidalee began to masturbate while enjoying herself!

Great, things went several times smoother than I expected.

Then, all you need is a little guidance...

With this thought in mind, Celine then put away her shocked expression, her face softened, and she walked over to the still shy Willow, opened her arms, and hugged her in her magnificent arms.

"I don't mean to laugh at you, dear Ms. Willow." She said softly, "We are all women, so we all have that kind of desire in our bodies. It's better to say that the more mature you are, the more difficult it is for you to endure at this time, right?"

"As a believer of the goddess of life, I have the obligation to tell you: dear Willow, you don't have to suppress yourself. Only by enjoying the beauty and happiness brought by your own nature can you live a life worthily."

As she said this, she hugged Willow's body, brought her into the tent, and then carefully closed the door.

Looking at Willow who was still shy and seemed not to have heard anything, Celine frowned slightly, then whispered: "To be honest, I was also aroused by that voice, which is why I couldn't sleep late at night."

"Ms. Willow..."

As she spoke, her hands gradually began to explore Willow's body: "In this lonely night, you and I, who have nowhere to go, can we follow the coincidence arranged by the goddess of life and comfort each other's burning and restless bodies."

Realizing what she was doing, Willow looked up sharply: "You...I..."

But then she saw that Celine had a serious expression and clear eyes, without any sign of lust.

She immediately understood that the nun saw that she was unable to control her desire, so she was willing to resort to this self-pollution method to help her relieve the hunger in her body.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel touched, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel shy.

Legend has it that believers of the Goddess of Life are all kind-hearted people who are eager to save every life in the world...

"Let's just keep it a secret between us, okay?" Celine said softly, "Help me, Madam. Please also help me keep it a secret and don't tell anyone."

"I must also maintain the self-disciplined and holy image of a senior nun in front of my brothers and sisters..."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Willow nodded slightly, then lowered her head shyly: "My skills... may be a little rusty, I hope you don't mind."

Successful.

The corners of Celine's mouth curled up into a smile of success, but then she quickly disappeared. Her expression was still gentle, and she continued to caress the frail and boneless body of the Centaur Matron: "How could it be, even if my skills are rusty, it's better than the loneliness and emptiness of the night..."

As she said this, she reached under Willow's robe and began to caress her skin, which was as smooth as goat milk. Celine also leaned close to her ear, opened her red lips, blew air into it, and then bit her ear with her pearly teeth, giving her a tingling sensation.

Her hands were equally hot, giving Willow an unimaginable experience. The satyr gasped slightly, and soon was completely defeated. His whole body collapsed into a ball, allowing Celine to play with him up and down.

So Celine played with her body wantonly, from her full breasts, erect nipples, soft belly, plump buttocks, plump thighs to her exquisite little feet, she did not let go of anything.

When Hawthorne favored other nuns in the monastery, she had assisted him more than once. She had mastered all kinds of teasing techniques, which were simply impossible for Willow, who had been abstinent for more than ten years, to resist.

When her fingers penetrated deep into Willow's peach garden, the Centaur mistress, who had already been dazed, reached the peak instantly. Her head was raised, her lips opened, and her pink tongue was exposed to Celine's sight, looking extremely hungry.

And Celine naturally understood what she wanted, so she lowered her head and kissed her.

Then, her flexible fingers kept stirring up the sea inside Willow, drawing out streams of heat and sending her to the peak of happiness again and again. She tossed this woman like a puddle of mud, satisfying her again and again.

Looking at Willow, who was covered in sweat, Celine realized that she had made her body remember this feeling of happiness completely.

She had planted a seed of desire in the satyr's body and imprinted a mark of desire on her soul.

This is just the beginning. Perhaps Willow can erase this mark by continuing to immerse herself in the druidic way, but Celine will not give her this chance again.

This woman is already in the monastery's possession.

As she thought about this, she finally pulled her fingers out of Willow's body, took out a handkerchief to wipe them clean, and then whispered, "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Willow. I feel much better now."

"I hope our secret will never be known to others."

After she finished speaking, she hugged her goodbye, then opened the tent and walked away quietly. Willow was so tired that she couldn't even say goodbye, and could only watch her leave quietly.

Her eyes closed slightly, and she was about to fall into a deep sleep again. But then, the door of the tent was opened again, and a nimble figure quietly entered.

It's Nidalee who's back.

Willow, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up with her heart pounding. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep and didn't notice anything.

Hearing this, Nidalee carefully lay down on another bed in the tent, as if she didn't want to disturb herself.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to calm her mind and fall asleep, but some of Hawthorne's scent lingering on Nidalee's body quietly penetrated into her nostrils.

Suddenly, the wild impact and response scene of the two people that she had seen in the tent came to her mind again, making her heart beat wildly.

She couldn't help but turn her head and look back at Nidalee, who seemed to be asleep, to confirm the source of her smell. Then she saw that the girl's body was covered by a blanket, but from under the blanket, there was a long, leopard-like tail...

Wait, a tail?

Willow couldn't help but frown. She couldn't understand this situation for a moment. Nidalee was undoubtedly a pure human. She definitely couldn't be a shapeshifting creature. She could confirm this through druid perception.

But where did this tail come from?

She didn't know, and her strong curiosity gripped her heart for a moment. She then quietly crawled down, slightly lifted the blanket, and used her underdeveloped dark vision to see the truth as clearly as possible...

She saw it, but for a moment, she couldn't believe what she saw.

The end of that tail... is stuck in Nidalee's ass?!

This……

She couldn't believe what she saw, and was shocked for a moment. As her druid skills became more and more profound, she hadn't used the door at the back for decades, but she never thought that it could be used in this way!

The young people in the city... have really strange ideas.

Her heart was pounding, and then she carefully retreated, thankful that Nidalee was so soundly asleep that she didn't notice what she was doing.

What she didn't know was that the moment Nidalee returned to the tent and smelled the scent of lust, she knew Willow was still awake.

Therefore, she was very nervous and didn't dare to go to bed too early. When she noticed Willow's movements, her heart was pounding.

For many people, this night was a night when it was difficult to truly fall asleep.

Chapter 279 Nidalee: I had fun twice.

The next day, early in the morning.

An Nuo woke up from her dream very early. She slept well last night and didn't hear any noise.

This is a sleeping method she has been trained to use since childhood. Once she falls asleep, she is completely isolated from the outside world. Unless someone deliberately shakes her hard and calls her name loudly, she will not wake up.

Perhaps this way of sleeping is a bit unvigilant for outdoor adventures, but as a paladin, her most important task is to maintain sufficient energy to ensure that she can win the next team battle, rather than being on guard.

There were spells from rangers, rogues, or mages to do this kind of work, so there was no need for her to complete something she was not good at. Therefore, with trust in her teammates, she would always fall into a deep sleep without any precautions to get the best rest.

And her teammates did not disappoint her trust. Heidi and Celine both assured her that they had set up early warning magic and they could rest assured.

But in fact, the two of them didn't set anything up. The way they ensured the safety of the camp was that they stayed up all night - of course, they also had to keep the little ghost girl Agatha up - and then took turns monitoring the entire camp and the surrounding dynamics to ensure the safety of everyone.

Of course, it turned out that these people could still be trusted. At least the orcs did not have any evil intentions, and the whole group of people slept peacefully until the next morning.

Even during this period, Celine managed to leave some traces on Willow... ahem.

But after one night, some people seemed to have undergone some incredible changes...

"Nidalee?"

While washing up, An Nuo looked at the furry tail behind the druid next to him and couldn't help but feel confused: "You...what is this?"

She pointed at the tail, but out of politeness she didn't dare touch it directly with her hands.

"what……"

Nidalee's face turned slightly red. The swelling feeling of her anus being stuffed with a huge foreign object made her feel very uncomfortable until now, and her posture was inevitably abnormal when she walked.

However, Hawthorne's order to her was not to reveal the truth, so she had to endure it with great difficulty while weaving a lie full of loopholes: "There was a small error in the magic of the wilderness. When I transformed, uh, the tail did not change back..."

"It's okay. This thing doesn't get in the way. It just makes me feel a little awkward when I walk... It will heal on its own in a few days."

She smiled with difficulty, but she also knew that even if a druid's magic went wrong, this situation would never happen. It was easy to fool laymen with such words, but if an expert druid like Willow heard it, she would definitely be exposed.

But Nidalee had no choice. She couldn't think of a better reason to cover up the sudden appearance of the tail on her body. She could only use this excuse temporarily, and prayed secretly in her heart that she could get away with it.

Fortunately, even though he still had some common sense, Annuo was definitely a layman when it came to druid practice methods.

She subconsciously believed all of Nidalee's explanations. She was a simple-minded girl who only knew a little about love between men and women, butt plugs and tail plugs.

Little toys like this are definitely beyond her knowledge...