Witch Monastery

As she spoke, she suddenly became angry and threw the quilt heavily at him: "You are also a wounded soldier. I am worried about your condition, so I came to accompany you... You are so stupid, how could you not understand!"

Hawthorne thought to himself, how could I not understand? I just wanted to tease you, so I said that on purpose. But considering that if he said that, the girl might really be mad at him, he wisely stopped while he was ahead, and then pretended to be touched: "So that's how it is, you are so nice, dear."

An Nuo snorted, and his anger, which was not much to begin with, was mostly gone. He then lay down, pulled the blanket that was pressing on Huo Sang over, covered himself with it, and said nervously, "Let me make it clear first, Huo Sang, I came here purely because I was worried about your injury and wanted to take care of you. It's not for anything else, really."

"So, don't think about things you shouldn't think about.

We agreed before that we can't do this before we get married, so you have to stick to the bottom line, understand?"

As she spoke, the blanket she was covered with moved and undulated, and it looked like she was taking off her clothes. She was wearing a thick sweater when she came over. Although it was still warm inside the tent, the weather outside at this time of year was not something that normal-temperature creatures could endure.

As for her request, Hawthorne nodded sincerely: "Understood, don't worry, I will never do anything that I shouldn't do."

I just do what should be done at this time.

He added silently in his heart, and An Nuo seemed to be relieved. He threw the clothes he had taken off out of the quilt, lay down on his side, facing him, staring at him with his beautiful big eyes.

Her heart was pounding, her face was flushed, and excitement was swirling in her heart. She really didn't feel tired at all.

Hawthorne also smiled, lying on his side, facing her, and did not speak, as if this silence and looking at each other was the greatest happiness in life.

After a moment, An Nuo suddenly spoke up, making small talk: "Does your wound still hurt now?"

Nonsense, it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Hawthorne thought to himself that ever since Celine pulled me out of the pit, you've given me so much Holy Healing that even if I had broken bones all over my body, I should have been completely healed by you by now.

He was about to say I'm fine, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly swallowed them back: "I'm a little cold."

An Nuo was immediately confused: "Cold? You're covered thicker than me, how can you still be cold?"

"Wait, are you sleeping naked again? Do you want to try putting on pajamas?"

Hawthorne shook his head: "I didn't. I was wearing them, but I was still cold and shivering."

The girl frowned, and then thought of a terrible possibility: "Could it be that you lost too much blood during the day?"

Hawthorne nodded seriously: "It's possible."

An Nuo was immediately extremely worried: "What should I do? Should I lend you my quilt?"

Hawthorne immediately shook his head: "Then you will also be cold, right?"

"I'm fine. I'll just bring another bed over." An Nuo said, "I have a spare one over there."

Hiss, it didn’t seem like I was teasing her on purpose, this girl really brought extra bedding.

Hawthorne thought about this, and then suddenly said: "Actually, there is a way that can keep us from feeling cold."

An Nuo blinked: "What method?"

"Come into my bed and warm me up," Hawthorne said seriously.

Suddenly, the Paladin's face, which had just calmed down, turned red again. She kicked him lightly through the quilt and said angrily, "Don't think about bad things!"

Then, she turned away angrily, leaving him with the back of her head: "If you have nothing to do, go to bed quickly. I've been tired all day, and I've wanted to rest for a long time."

Hawthorne sighed softly, thinking that it seemed that there was really no rush tonight, so he suppressed his inner desire, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Good night."

The noise in the tent subsided, and the breathing of the two people gradually became even, as if they had really fallen asleep at the same time.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Three minutes passed.

"Hawthorne." Annuo suddenly spoke again.

"Ok?"

"I can not sleep."

"Don't you always have good sleep quality?"

"I...my biological clock is disrupted."

"Isn't it because you're hiding something?"

"That may also be the reason."

"What's that worry?"

"It's just... today's matter."

As she spoke, she curled up: "I was almost scared to death when you fell. I can't imagine, if something really happened to you, I..."

She didn't dare to continue, her voice was full of grievances of being frightened. Hawthorne moved closer to her, stretched out his arms from under the quilt, and hugged her body through the quilt: "Don't be afraid, dear, I'm very strong, the Lord of the Abyss was defeated by me, no one can defeat me."

He whispered softly to comfort her, and at this time, Annuo, who had her back to him, was finally willing to turn around, face him, lowered her head, and sniffled.

Suddenly, she asked abruptly, "Are you still cold now?"

Hawthorne's heartbeat quickened slightly: "A little bit."

This was the truth, because he now had his arms stretched out from the quilt in order to hug Anno and comfort her.

"Then..." The girl sniffed, as if she had made a huge decision, "I can get into your bed and help you warm up."

She added hurriedly and somewhat panickedly: "But you have to promise me not to move around or do anything bad."

Hawthorne nodded: "I promise."

Only then did An Nuo carefully lift his quilt, and slowly come over, throwing herself into his arms like a little deer throwing itself towards its mother.

Hawthorne immediately felt his beloved girl's heart full of fragrance. At this moment, the girl was only wearing an extremely thin and smooth silk pajamas, which could not hide the softness of her skin at all.

The faint fragrance of the young girl penetrated into his nostrils, arousing his passion even more. He hugged her body and was unwilling to let go.

And An Nuo seemed to be unaware of her charm. She also carefully hugged Hawthorne's body. After confirming that he was indeed wearing pajamas and not sleeping naked, she breathed a sigh of relief and then asked in a low voice,

: “Are you feeling better?”

Hawthorne hugged her tightly, wishing he could rub her into his body and never separate her again: "Well, I'm much better, thank you, dear."

An Nuo's face flushed, but this time it was not because of shyness, but because of the heat. They were both strong and healthy, and now they were squeezed into such a thick blanket and hugged each other, so it was natural that they became too hot in a short time.

"Hawthorne," she called softly, "I'm hot."

Hawthorne closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep: "Then take off your pajamas."

An Nuo pinched him: "Are you trying to do something bad?"

Hawthorne hid and complained: "I didn't, didn't you say it was hot? Then take off your pajamas. Anyway, the fabric of this quilt is soft enough..."

An Nuo curled his lips, obviously having determined that he said this just to make it easier for him to do something bad next.

Biting her lip, she broke free from Hawthorne's embrace, gently touched the hem of her pajamas with both hands, and then lifted it up -

She took it off smoothly and stuffed it into the quilt she brought with her, letting it lie quietly.

Almost at the same time, Hawthorne's big hand suddenly climbed up to one of the plump but firm peaks, and his five fingers pushed from the outside to the inside, gently kneading the tender breast flesh.

Chapter 391: An Nuo's First Blossom (Part )

Annuo was startled and was about to say something when Hawthorne's fingers pinched the most sensitive grape on the top, pressing and twisting it back and forth repeatedly.

A slight tingling sensation came from the sensitive tip, causing the girl to uncontrollably let out a slight gasp from her throat. She subconsciously clamped her thighs together, her body already aroused.

Her cheeks flushed, but this time it was because of shyness, not only because of Hawthorne's wanton hands, but also because after taking off her clothes, the contact between the two sides became more intimate.

She could clearly feel something hot pressing against his thigh through his pajamas.

"Take your hand away!" she whispered, "It's time to go to bed!"

Hawthorne closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: "I have a habit. When I am injured, I must hold something in my hand to fall asleep."

An Nuo grabbed his wrist and pushed him gently without any effort: "Let go..."

Hawthorne naturally refused. He even went a step further and put one leg between Annuo's legs to ensure that she could not close her legs.

In this way, the skin on his legs fit perfectly with the skin on her legs, and the delicate and smooth touch made him want to rub it back and forth.

His other hand passed under her body, hugged her back, and kneaded the tender flesh that was so elastic that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

The strength was just right, like a light massage. An Nuo swallowed lightly, her lover's caress made her body more excited, and her eyes gradually became hazy.

She could feel that as their legs crossed, the hot, hard object was pressing against the more sensitive area on the inside of her thigh.

But she didn't reject it, she was just a little nervous because she had never done it before.

Gradually, her hands also reached under Hawthorne's pajamas, silently but greedily caressing his body, her fingers scratching the edges of the muscles, imagining the perfect shape, her face became more and more rosy.

Her fingers tried to move downwards, but then stopped.

"...Oh, Hawthorne." She called softly.

"Ok?"

"What does your thing look like?"

"This... uh, it's hard for me to describe this to you..."

"Well, can I touch it?"

"what?"

"You're not that stingy, are you? I let you touch me, but you won't let me."

"Then... please do as you please."

"I do not want."

"what?"

"I'm not looking for the place." An Nuo whispered, "Take me and try it out."

"That's...ok."

Hawthorne's heart was beating wildly, and what Annuo said about being coquettish also hit his inner desire at the moment, so he moved his big hand covering her chest away, held her small hand along her arm, and then guided her all the way down.

"Uh……"

When An Nuo's little hand touched the hot object, Huo Sang couldn't help but hum. An Nuo immediately withdrew his hand as if he had received an electric shock, and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

Hawthorne forced a smile: "Just don't use too much force."

After saying that, he held An Nuo's hand again, so that her fingers could cover his weapon again. An Nuo obediently held the huge root, feeling the hardness and heat on it, and couldn't help but marvel in her heart, it turned out that the things described in the book were actually like this!

As she thought about this, she wrapped her jade fingers around the tip of the weapon and stroked it back and forth awkwardly. While doing so, she carefully raised her head and observed Huo Sang's expression: "How is it?"

Hawthorne didn't answer, but suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

An Nuo was a little surprised, but then she closed her eyes, slightly opened her teeth, stuck out her tongue, and let him rub her.

Although she had not yet fully accepted what would happen tonight, her subconscious mind had already made mental preparations when she sneaked into Hawthorne's tent with her bedding.

All the words that followed were nothing but conscious self-deception and the normal cover-up brought about by the girl's shyness.

And now, all the disguises have been torn off and the true self is finally fully revealed.

Their lips and teeth were intertwined, and their tongues kept colliding and rubbing against each other. The feeling it brought stimulated every nerve, making the facial muscles of both of them tremble.

An Nuo's hand had already moved away from his weapon, and he was holding his back, motionless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

She knew very well that this was wrong, and continuing would definitely break their previous agreement, but she didn't want to push him away with force at all, and responded to his request selflessly.

With her tacit consent, Hawthorne's hands became even more unscrupulous. His big hands slid down Annuo's back and soon touched a thin layer of cloth. It was the underwear covering her last forbidden area, but at this moment, he chose to exert force directly——

Snapped--

He tore the thinnest part of the panties off directly, and then reached into them with his big hand, grabbing and kneading her perky little butt. His other hand went down from the front, his fingertips brushing across the lush grass, and unceremoniously reached into the last mysterious garden...

"Um--"

An Nuo frowned slightly and parted her lips from his. She could feel that one of Hawthorne's fingers had already entered her body. Her body was subconsciously rejecting him, and her thighs instinctively clamped together, but she could only clamp his thighs and could not really close them.

And the next second, Hawthorne's fingers accurately found the most sensitive part of her body.

"what……"

The girl cried out softly, and a pleasure she had never experienced before began to attack her head. She opened her eyes, her eyes were as charming as silk, her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing softly. I couldn't imagine that she would have such a big reaction to just such a touch.

And Hawthorne could feel that her body was finally getting wet.

"Hawthorne..."

An Nuo cried out helplessly, but not out of fear because he hadn't kept his promise. She longed for the next step, for a deeper union, but she had no experience and didn't know what to do at this moment, and the details of such a thing were never written in the books.