Witch Monastery

Miss, I..." Willow felt very shy for a moment. She wanted to explain herself weakly, but Celine ignored her resistance and hugged her plump and soft body with one hand. She pinched the tip of a pink bud with her fingers and applied a little force.

"Um--!"

The pleasure hit Willow's nerves like an electric current, and she let out a pleasant moan from her throat. The next moment, Celine's other hand passed over the triangle section and replaced her own hand. The middle finger was stained with some lubricating crystal liquid, and then it went straight in without hesitation -

"what--!"

Willow's eyes suddenly widened and her mouth opened. The craving that had accumulated throughout the night was satisfied, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time was released. In an instant, a strong sense of comfort went along her spine and drilled into her intuition, making her brain go blank. Naturally, she couldn't help but let out an extremely pleasant moan!

The long-awaited pleasure now filled every inch of her flesh and blood. Every part of her body was cheering, excited, trembling, and craving for more.

And Celine felt her joy even more eagerly, because at this moment, in the deepest part of Willow's body, a small stream of warm heat was constantly flowing through her fingers.

After a while, when Willow finally came back to her senses from the peak of joy and was breathing again, she finally slowly pulled out her fingers, placed them in front of Willow, and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, Mistress!"

Willow's face turned red all the way to her ears. She just wanted to pull the quilt over and bury her body completely in it like an ostrich to escape this extremely embarrassing reality.

She orgasmed easily under Celine's fingers. She couldn't imagine what kind of woman she would be in the eyes of this nun at this moment.

However, now that she was awake, she immediately realized something more important. The responsibility was on her shoulders, and she couldn't escape like this: "Ms. Celine, why are you here?"

This is not only the settlement of the goat people, but also the new headquarters of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance and the new refuge for members of the five major tribes!

And Celine, as a native of Port Liberty, why does she know this place?

Has their location been discovered by the great magicians? Or is there a traitor in the tribe?

Willow's heart was trembling. As the leader of the alliance, she had to find out what the real situation was!

Xilin did not continue to dwell on the previous topic and said softly, "We received intelligence that there is a traitor planted by the devil inside the Mountain Cleaner Alliance, so we came here secretly."

She had to speed up, as Hawthorne and others were still waiting in the warehouse.

This news was like a bomb to Willow: "An insider?!"

But then, her expression became tense: "Where did you get the information? Is it reliable?"

In response, Celine did not say anything: "Of course the source is reliable, but it is not for me to say."

"Father Hawthorne and Miss Anno are hiding somewhere in this camp. How about coming with me to meet them?"

Willow's expression lit up: "They are all still alive?"

Xilin was slightly startled, then burst out laughing: "Of course they are still alive. It seems that your colleagues did not tell you many details of the battle?"

In that battle, we were the ones who dealt with the mad giant earth elemental creature you released, and Hawthorne almost killed a barbarian with a giant bear totem.

Willow looked slightly embarrassed, and then she began to reflect on herself. She thought she had paid too little attention to these things. If she had asked directly at the beginning, perhaps she wouldn't have to worry for so long.

Celine didn't give her more time. She helped the matron to stand up and said, "Let's go. Once we meet Father Hawthorne, many of your problems will be solved."

Willow stood up subconsciously, but then a cool breeze hit her, and she realized that she was still naked. She immediately bent down, covered her body with her arms, and blushed: "Don't be in a hurry, at least wait until I put on my clothes before leaving!"

Xilin stopped and looked at her with amusement: "Why are you still shy in front of me? How can I not know your dryness, wetness, tightness, depth and depth?"

As soon as these words came out, Willow felt even more ashamed and angry.

Sure enough, in her eyes, I have become an unsatisfied and even shameless whore!

……

Three minutes later, in the accounting office that served as a sundries warehouse.

Just when Hawthorne and the others were getting impatient, Willow, dressed neatly, followed Celine here.

But as a druid, she didn't have many clothes and didn't care about her outfit. Since it was winter, she wore a magic robe the color of dead leaves and came to meet them.

The moment she saw Hawthorne, her expression suddenly became extremely happy, but then her expression turned into guilt: "Father... and Miss Anno, I'm glad to see that you are okay."

"I'm sorry I came back too late and failed to stop that meaningless war."

Her expression was sincere, and Hawthorne had no intention of blaming her. The prepared lines came in handy right now: "No need to be like this, Ms. Willow. Things have already happened, and we are not here to condemn you this time."

Beside him, An Nuo nodded and continued, "What's more important now is that we unite and destroy the demons together."

"And the first step, I think, is to eliminate the demons within your alliance who have already surrendered to the devil."

At this point, Willow came back to her senses for a moment, then her expression became serious: "I also have something to ask you. Regarding the news that there is a traitor within the alliance, where did you get it from? Is it reliable?"

An Nuo turned his head and glanced at Hawthorne, who was very disloyal and directly sold out Adele: "Adele said so."

Willow: “?!”

"Yes, it's your daughter." Hawthorne nodded seriously. Because of the bad impression he had before, he really didn't want to continue cooperating with the young but unreliable goat girl. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to talk directly to her powerful mother?

This is his current train of thought: "Your daughter has discovered the whereabouts of the demon who converted to the devil, and has spread the news through the Zhentarim, trying to find the help of a paladin."

“And then, as you can see, we are here.”

Willow opened her mouth slightly, her face full of disbelief: "It's actually my daughter... Oh my God, she never mentioned this to me..."

"She said that she lacked decisive evidence, so she didn't dare to tell you anything, fearing that you would be embarrassed." An Nuo said something good for Adele, "And her purpose of asking the Paladin for help was to get decisive evidence first, and then eliminate the traitor."

Willow's expression was dull, and her heart was filled with emotion for a moment. But then, she was confused. She never expected that her daughter, who seemed rebellious, actually carried such a heavy mission alone in private...

And I didn't even notice it at all.

I am such an incompetent mother...

Unconsciously, she began a new round of self-pity in her heart. But soon, she regained her spirits and asked Hawthorne and others, "By the way, what is the name of the traitor?"

"Ines." Hawthorne said, "She is a senior member of your alliance. You should know her."

The second time, Willow's pupils constricted.

Chapter 357: The Plan to Subdue Willow

"is her?!"

Willow couldn't believe her ears: "How could it be, she clearly...you..."

She wanted to ask if you have any evidence, then she suddenly remembered that it was her daughter who raised this situation, and she needed to obtain evidence, so she called An Nuo.

So, she swallowed the words that were just about to come out of her mouth. Then, her expression couldn't help but be extremely complicated: "Oh my God... I can't tell at all..."

She kept talking to herself, wondering why, if Inès was the traitor, she would mobilize the minotaurs in such a way, and make them voluntarily work overtime to protect more people from freezing to death in the severe cold.

If she was an evil demon, shouldn't she incite the minotaurs to take the opportunity to go on strike and delay working, and then wait until the snowstorm comes and freeze many people to death in one go?

Willow couldn't understand it. As a druid, she had a wealth of knowledge about nature, but her knowledge about demons was extremely scarce. She didn't know that souls could not be devoured by demons unless they were killed by their own hands.

Hawthorne did not explain to her. He continued, "As for her true identity, whether she is a cultist or a demon, we will know tomorrow."

"Adele said she would find a way to lure Ines here. Then, once Anno senses her race and power, everything will become clear."

Willow came back to her senses, nodded, and then said with a worried expression: "It's feasible, but just like this..."

An Nuo's expression changed: "Madam, do you have any other difficulties?"

Willow did not shy away from this, and directly told them the difficulties they were facing: "It's like this, all the tribes suffered earthquakes before, and the houses were damaged on a large scale."

"This is a plateau area, and it's winter now. Once the cold wind blows, the consequences will be disastrous. We don't have much time left to rebuild, and only the Tauren can complete such heavy work."

"But they are naturally unwilling to help other tribes rebuild for free. In this case, only Ines can mobilize them..."

As the person in power, her position is higher than Adele. She can not only see the harm that Inès can cause, but also see the new difficulties that the alliance will face after losing her.

She looked worried at the moment, as to whether the alliance could survive the winter or freeze to death in the wilderness.

An Nuo's expression suddenly became complicated: "Is there no one else who can take her place?"

Willow looked embarrassed: "It seems... not."

Later, Ekta raised her hand, wanting to say that she was familiar with building stoves. After all, she was the one who brought warmth to the shelters during the previous earthquake relief efforts.

But before she could open her mouth, Celine grabbed her wrist and forced it down.

Then, the witch came up behind Hawthorne and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Master, how about you build your kind of 'dormitory' here?"

A third-level monastery could construct a new building called a "chapel" and then open branches around the world without restrictions.

Hawthorne had explained this in detail to the nuns after the monastery was upgraded to level 3. So in Celine's opinion, he could build tens of millions of dormitories.

The mountain people who sheltered the centaurs were all happy...

But Hawthorne did not comment on her suggestion. He still stared at Willow in front of him and said, "But even so, we can't just leave the traitor alone. She could send out the coordinates here at any time and attract demons to attack you, right?"

"As for the difficulties that will arise later... I'll try to contact the Dwarven Mining Company and some financial groups in Port Libel, and then try to resolve them."

He perfunctorily gave two almost impossible solutions. After all, everyone knew that the Mountain Cleaners Alliance had just destroyed the Rockseekers town, and the dwarves were probably holding a grudge against them now, so the possibility of helping them was very slim.

But what he said was indeed right. We couldn't just stop destroying the demons because of the subsequent difficulties. Willow nodded and accepted the proposal reluctantly, then suddenly said, "Everyone, are you going to stay here tonight?"

An Nuo nodded: "Yes, I think this place is good, remote, quiet, and not easy to be discovered. When we lead Ines here tomorrow, it will be easier to deal with her."

Willow glanced around and frowned slightly.

"No, how can we let guests stay in such a place?" She said, "Come with me, there are actually many clean empty tents in the camp. No one is living there now, so you can temporarily vacate them."

Huo Sang smiled and said, "Don't you mean that there is a shortage of manpower and we can't build enough houses? We have to rely on the labor of the Tauren people, right?"

Willow sighed, "That's a sturdy, thick, insulated mud-walled house that's not afraid of wind and snow. We still have a lot of vacancies for ordinary account rooms."

……

Later, under Willow's leadership, the group left this simple, messy warehouse and each of them took a few separate rooms to rest. Specifically, Hawthorne had a separate room, Anno and Ekta had a separate room, and Shilin and Nidalee had a separate room.

An Nuo didn't care about it, and Celine deliberately divided it this way for the sole purpose of facilitating her special operations at night.

She could sense that Hawthorne now had many questions and wanted to ask her.

So, after everyone had rested, her body turned into a stream of light and she slipped into Hawthorne's account office alone.

Hawthorne had already taken off his clothes and lay down in bed, but he had not rested yet and was waiting for his arrival.

Seeing Celine coming over, he waved his hand, motioning her to lie down beside him, and asked impatiently: "What are you planning, what did you do to Willow?"

Celine obediently lay down beside him, without untying her nun's robe, but grabbed his hand and guided him to reach under the nun's robe and play with it at will.

At the same time, she said softly: "Actually, there is nothing special. I just want to add some new members to the master's monastery."

Hawthorne was not polite. He put his hands inside, moving up along her delicate and smooth belly, and soon grabbed the plump and upright breasts, letting his five fingers sink deeply into the warm and soft breast flesh, feeling the wonderful touch.

Celine's breathing became a little rapid, but she endured the disturbance and told him everything she had done in the collapsed cave: "I found that she had deep desires in her body, so I let Agatha sneak into her dreams, wake her up from the lust aroused by her dreams, and then add fuel to the fire..."

"So far, this method has been quite effective... well... when I went to look for her just now, I found that she was actually comforting her own body, and it was obvious that she was not satisfied."

"I helped her solve the problem and then brought her here to meet you, Master. At this rate, I'm afraid that in a week or two at most, Willow will be able to join our sisters and become a member of the monastery..."

As she spoke of her plan, her voice became intermittent. Hawthorne was naturally not satisfied with just rubbing and kneading, and his fingers began to play with the cherry on top of her breast, making it engorged with blood and giving Celine a more wonderful stimulation.

This technique was very effective, and she was soon out of breath. Then, Hawthorne untied her nun's clothes, revealing her breasts completely, exposing them to the air and in his sight.

Hawthorne reached down with one hand and asked, "Why... did you do this? I don't think I ever said that I liked her or had a crush on her or anything like that."

As he spoke, his fingers had already stroked the beige grass in her triangle area, and one finger inserted into the secret entrance between her legs.

Chapter 358: Enslaving the Centaurs?

Celine's legs subconsciously clamped together, and her plump and soft thighs immediately clamped Hawthorne's hands. But then, she consciously forced herself to relax and let his fingers do whatever they wanted in her body.

At the same time, she softly explained the purpose of her actions: "She, and her entire tribe, are of great value...ah..."

She began to pant, and was defeated by Hawthorne's attack. The latter frowned slightly, and then whispered: "Tell me in detail."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took the grapes from the top of the snow-capped peak that Celine had left vacant.

Celine subconsciously clenched her teeth. Three sensitive areas were teased, kneaded and sucked at the same time. The combined pleasure made her body tremble involuntarily.

As their lovemaking increased, Hawthorne became more familiar with her body and his own skills improved.

However, the nuns' ability to endure did not improve at all. Instead, as their strength increased, their senses became more acute, and their endurance may have decreased.

As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, she became more and more passive during sex and could be easily defeated.

Just like now, Celine's face has flushed, and her rationality has been on the verge of collapse under the impact of pleasure.

It took her a while to hold back from throwing away her armor, and she slowly explained her good intentions: "The goatmen of the Feywild...ah...although they are born with powerful spellcasting abilities, they are creatures of the non-material world after all, and cannot live here for long."

"And these goat men, while retaining their powerful innate spellcasting abilities, have actually merged with the material world. This is an incredible miracle..."

"The potential of this race is even not inferior to that of the elves. If they are trained well, everyone in their group will be a powerful druid..."

When she said this, a thin layer of sweat was already on her forehead. "So, I want all of them to serve you, the Master, and become your slaves. Starting with Willow, she will be the first one to be...ah——!"

Finally, at this point, she could no longer bear it, and under Hawthorne's three-point combined attack, a small stream of warm water flowed out of her body, reaching the first peak of happiness tonight.

Hawthorne spit out the tender red nipple that he had just held in his mouth, biting, licking and sucking, which was now covered with saliva, and looked up at her flushed face that was now confused and infatuated, and sighed softly: "You are so inefficient."