Witch Monastery

She was extremely anxious, but she could do nothing but call out her boyfriend's name with grievance and helplessness, hoping to get relief from him.

Hawthorne naturally understood what she wanted. He then turned over and pressed her down on the bed. Then he used his hands to separate her legs so that her thighs could clamp around his waist.

He held his weapon with one hand, and had already pressed against the entrance of the peach garden that was flooded with pure water. He first squeezed open the girl's tender lips vertically with his head, and then exerted a little force with his waist, continuing to press inwards, squeezing inwards -

"Um--"

Annuo clenched his teeth lightly and frowned, because Hawthorne suddenly exerted force and the huge thing was completely inserted.

Even though she was already fully prepared and wet, her young and virgin body was still tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, and this was a hurdle she had to overcome.

Hawthorne let out a long, satisfied sigh from his throat. The girl's tightly closed body was forcibly squeezed open by him, and now every inch of her body was trembling with tension. This caused the folds of flesh that fit his weapon to keep squirming, as if the entire paradise was sucking hard, trying to drain all his energy and spirit away.

But he resisted the urge to throw his whole soul into desire and then bury his head and start sprinting. Instead, he lowered his head and put his arms around her shoulders: "I'm sorry, dear."

An Nuo closed her eyes again and didn't say anything, but she stretched out her arms, put them around his neck, and held him close.

Her expression gradually relaxed; the pain must have passed, or rather, her toned and firm body had quickly adapted to his invasion.

Hawthorne began to move slowly, giving her time to adjust. But he soon began to speed up, the warm and slippery environment inside her body was the best acceleration zone, allowing him to quickly start moving in and out of her body at a normal speed and frequency.

He was not in a hurry to sprint. To be precise, he was actively restraining his excitement and controlling the urge to reach the highest speed immediately. He thrust evenly and slowly, allowing the pleasure to accumulate in Annuo's body first.

This is the first time that he has the person in his arms. He can’t just think about himself, he wants her to fall in love with this feeling.

Under his deliberate caress, An Nuo only felt the pleasure like a rising tide, which was nothing at first, but soon came in waves.

The fiery weapon kept pushing her body apart, and the pleasure grew higher and higher, and each wave was more pleasant than the last. The unpleasantness brought by the pain disappeared without a trace after the first few times, and was replaced by incomparable comfort.

Being hugged by Hawthorne, she felt like her body was in the clouds. Her whole body was surrounded by the warm cloud of love, which tightly wrapped her delicate body and massaged every inch of her skin, making her feel so comfortable that she almost wanted to scream!

"what--!"

She couldn't help but moan, and unconsciously, Hawthorne had already started to sprint. Her legs clamped around his waist, and he instinctively responded to her impact. As a warrior, her physical fitness was all-round good, not only in strength and physical fitness, but also in flexibility and meticulous control of her body.

She quickly found the most suitable position and happily responded to Hawthorne's impact. Unspeakable beauty filled her heart, and she felt that at this moment, she was the happiest person in the world.

"Hawthorne..."

She called his name again, and the next second, he kissed her soft cherry-red lips. His tongue once again penetrated them, and in the passionate kiss,

In the process, Annuo reached the first peak of pleasure in his life.

Eye Demon's Bane

Chapter 392 An Nuo: The Last Time

There is no sunlight, deep and dark underground.

This is the underground of the Mithril District of Libel Harbor, a huge and intricate sewer system. In order to cope with typhoons and rainstorms in summer, the sewer system of the entire city is built to be extremely large, even wider than the passages drilled by adult burrowing demon worms.

Such a huge but dark sewer system naturally becomes a perfect place for criminals to hide when there are no typhoons or heavy rains.

Intelligence dealers, gangsters, cult members, human traffickers, drug dealers, arms smugglers...all those people who cannot see the light of day and all those transactions that cannot see the light of day will be conducted here.

In fact, the headquarters of the Shannasa Guild, the largest black criminal group in Port Liber, is located here, in a secret base that no one knows about.

In the deep and dark room, an eyeball as huge as a buffalo was suspended in the air with its eyes closed.

There are eight slender eyestalks under its body, and at the end of each eyestalk is an eye.

This person is none other than the leader of the Shannasa Guild, the Eye Demon Shannasa.

And now, it is dreaming.

Eye Demons are creatures with supernatural powers that can rewrite reality. Their dreams can be directly reflected in the real world and become real: even their way of reproduction is to meet a brand new Eye Demon in a dream, and then unnaturally bring the other party into the real world!

This is what they are, incredibly magical creatures.

However, at this moment, the sleeping Eye Demon suddenly woke up, opened his eyelids, and his eyes were full of anger, as if someone had disturbed his sweet dream.

"Mind Flayer..."

Right below the main eye of Shannasa, its mouth, which had been closed until there was no sign of it opening, uttered an angry voice: "How dare you interfere with my mind... I must kill you! Kill you!"

Following the passage that the burrowing demon bugs had drilled out, the evil creatures from the Underdark had entered the Port of Libel and had disturbed the sweet dreams of a native. The angry voice of the Eye Demon continued to echo in the empty room.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes. It was already bright outside. He subconsciously looked around, and with the sunlight coming in, he could see An Nuo's lovely sleeping face.

Her skin was as soft as a baby's and had a lovely blush on it, and her long golden eyelashes stood straight up, making one want to count them exactly.

He felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, and a lazy desire surged in his mind. He didn't want to think about anything for a moment, so he lay on his side in the bed, facing the girl, quietly admiring her sleeping face.

At this moment, he forgot all the crises, tasks, pressures, and plans outside. It seemed as if there were only the two of them in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, Annuo's eyebrows moved slightly, and then he woke up slowly.

Then, she felt something in her heart, turned her head to the side, and looked at Hawthorne who had been looking at him.

Hawthorne smiled, put his arms around her body, and whispered, "Good morning, dear."

Recalling what happened last night, An Nuo's face turned blood red in an instant.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Hawthorne's eyes, and buried her head in the quilt, pretending to be an ostrich.

Hawthorne embraced her without any hesitation and held her in his arms. He felt the girl's body was as soft and fragrant as jade, and the desire in his body was about to stir again.

Feeling that hot, hard weapon rising again and poking her thigh, Annuo was immediately too embarrassed to control herself and twisted his arm several times: "You're still moving? Be quiet!"

Hawthorne held her, and even though it hurt a lot, he refused to let go: "Oh... dear, this is not my fault..."

"You are so beautiful, and I am so young..."

He flattered her with a playful smile, and when Annuo heard this, she was immediately happy and embarrassed. As the thing became hotter and harder, her face became hotter and hotter.

Hawthorne hugged her body, pressed her soft, plump and elastic breasts with his chest, and got closer to her body: "Dear, I..."

He didn't finish his words, but An Nuo immediately understood what he meant. Immediately, the girl hurriedly stopped him: "No!"

As she spoke, she put her hand on Hawthorne's chest and began to push his chest hard, "Last night was an accident, a special situation. It's only this time. We can't make the same mistake again, Hawthorne."

"We are still young and cannot indulge in such things... Hawthorne, we agreed."

Hawthorne hugged her and whispered in her ear: "But I really want to, dear..."

"I feel so bad now, I want you..."

He whispered, and An Nuo's hands softened immediately. Feeling the heat and hardness of that thing with the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh, her heart began to heat up.

"It's getting late..." She murmured like a mosquito, "We will be discovered."

Hawthorne hugged her and gently stroked her back: "No, so many things happened yesterday, everyone is tired, we won't get up too early."

An Nuo could no longer find any reason to refuse.

Yes, but she doesn't want to look for it anymore.

"Then, just this once." She whispered, "This is the last time. This won't happen again."

Hawthorne immediately lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, while his big hands climbed up her plump snow-capped breasts.

Annuo warned him, threw away all his worries, and began to caress his body. He held the hot weapon in his hand and awkwardly gave him what he thought was a response and caress.

When Hawthorne pressed her delicate body from top to bottom, and the weapon once again squeezed into her tender but already slippery secret paradise, she could not control herself and once again clamped her thighs around his waist, shaking with pleasure all over.

And when Hawthorne started to sprint, she was so excited that she wanted to scream.

Fortunately, she still had the last bit of rationality, which warned her that she would be discovered by outsiders if she made any sound, so she covered her mouth with her hands at the critical moment and suppressed all the pleasure in her heart.

After a long time, Hawthorne exploded inside her again, and both of them collapsed on the bed like mud, their faces rosy, sweating, snuggling up to each other, full of love.

But unfortunately, this kind of time is destined not to last long. There were footsteps outside the tent, indicating that someone in the tent had gotten up and moved around.

Feeling guilty, Anno hurriedly got up and blamed Hawthorne for taking too long while hurriedly putting on his clothes. After he was dressed, he told Hawthorne to pretend to be busy and not to go out for a while. Then he pretended nothing had happened and left his tent first.

Hawthorne was amused by this, wondering who this girl was acting for. No one cared about their relationship, and even if they did, they couldn't control it.

But in order to take care of his girlfriend's slight shame, he still obediently thought about his next move alone in the tent.

After all, the sudden attack by Mompot really disrupted all his plans: he had originally planned to cooperate with the Mountain Cleaners for a while, killing demons to gain points while sowing discord and encouraging division, and finally find a way to get rid of Toren.

Now, Mompot has arrived, and the Mountain Cleansers Alliance has suffered heavy losses once again. The person he wanted to kill the most, Toren, was actually killed by his own hands.

Then...

Is there no need to stay here?

This thought came to his mind, but he immediately felt hungry. This feeling interrupted his train of thought. He estimated that An Nuo should have finished his disguise, so he went out to wash up and prepare some breakfast to fill his stomach before thinking about other things.

Chapter 393 Go back or stay?

After walking out of the tent, the weather outside was just right. When Hawthorne came back from washing up outside, the nuns had gathered together, set up a big pot, and cooked today's breakfast.

An Nuo was also there. She seemed to have adjusted her mentality. There was no redness on her face. She had a stern face and frowned, as if she had a lot of worries in her heart. When he came over, she didn't even look over here.

But Hawthorne could clearly observe that the nuns already knew what happened last night. Now each of them was secretly looking at Anno's expression while trying hard not to laugh, and it was very difficult to hold back.

Hawthorne was somewhat helpless about this, and could only secretly ask a few nuns to restrain themselves and not irritate this shy girl: after all, Anno would really get angry.

He sat down beside An Nuo as if nothing had happened, scooped himself a bowl of vegetable, carrot and beef soup, and took out some white bread, broke it into pieces and soaked it in the soup. While eating, he asked An Nuo, "What are your plans for the next step?"

An Nuo's forced expression melted away, and then he said in a confused tone: "Should we... go back first? Monbot is dead. This is such a big deal. Someone must hurry back to the Black Rod Tower and make a detailed report to the great magicians."

"The commander of the 100-man company has died, so the reporting task has to fall on my shoulders... What about you? Hawthorne, what are your plans?"

Hawthorne let out a long breath: "I...should I go back to the monastery as well? Most of the nuns are also seriously injured, and I have to take them to recuperate for a while."

He actually hasn't thought it through yet. There are too many things and they are too complicated. He actually hasn't sorted them out yet.

An Nuo nodded slightly. She knew that for these things, Hawthorne had taken on too many responsibilities that should not have belonged to him.

Although she still had a lot she wanted to do, she was too embarrassed to ask him for anything more.

While talking to Anno, Hawthorne was also organizing his thoughts. A day had passed, and the news that he had killed Monbot should have been reported back to Libel Harbor. At least some well-informed forces should have known about it.

Since An Nuo was going to report the situation to the great magicians of the Black Rod Tower, he had to go to the Blue Dragon for a meal and discuss what to do to maximize the positive impact of this incident...

As he was thinking this, a familiar figure slowly approached from a distance. Hawthorne looked up and saw an acquaintance.

Willow, the matron of the Centaurs.

The mistress obviously didn't get a good rest last night, and her face looked a little haggard. Seeing that they were still eating, she immediately stepped back a little embarrassedly: "You are still busy, sorry to bother you, I will come back later."

After saying that, she turned and left in a hurry, without giving Hawthorne a chance to keep her.

Looking at her back, thinking of Celine's previous advice to him, Hawthorne temporarily put aside the idea of ​​"going back today".

Libel Harbor" and glanced at An Nuo: "What do you think she is here for?"

An Nuo's face was immediately filled with sympathy: "I don't know... maybe he has run into some trouble again and wants to ask us for help, but is too embarrassed to ask... Alas."

She actually had a pretty good impression of Willow. On the one hand, she had come to understand along the way that this mistress really wanted to fight against the evil, and that the alliance was built by her with all her hard work and running around.

As a result, the fruits of her labor were stolen, and the alliance became a terrorist organization...

This made An Nuo always feel sympathy for the mistress and hope that she could get fairer treatment.

But on the other hand, as a leader, she can't control the people under her...

This made An Nuo inevitably disappointed in her sometimes. He didn't want to listen to her difficulties at this time, for fear that he would be soft-hearted and help her again - and then those short-sighted and greedy guys would steal the fruits...

"I'm going back to my room to start a weed."

While chatting, she had finished her breakfast. Putting down her bowl and spoon, she stood up and walked back: "Take a rest. We will rush to Liber Harbor this afternoon. We won't delay any longer."

Hawthorne nodded, then he told the nuns to rest for a while and not to act rashly. He then dressed and followed Willow's footsteps to find the matron.

The sudden series of events disrupted his original plan, and his mind was actually a mess. He wanted to leave, but his intuition told him that this was not appropriate.

Therefore, he also wanted to listen to Willow's request first, figure out why she wanted to find him, and also sort out his own thoughts.

When he found Willow, the mistress was using magic to relieve the pain of a lame minotaur warrior. Seeing him coming, the minotaur immediately raised his head and stared at him with resentment, as if he had caused all this.

Hawthorne ignored the guy's gaze, walked to Willow's side, and whispered, "You just wanted to see me for something, Madam?"

Willow finished the spell and stood up, her face full of fatigue. She smoothed her hair and forced a polite smile: "Yes, Father, shall we go out for a walk?"

Hawthorne did not object and walked out of the mine with her and came to the mountain road outside.

But to be honest, there is really nothing beautiful about the mountains in winter. After all, the snow has just melted, and there are neither lush branches and leaves nor white snow. There are only gusts of cold wind, which is not very suitable for an outing.

But they didn't come here to see the sights, they just wanted to find a quiet place to talk.

Walking slowly along the mountain road, after making sure there were no outsiders around, Huo Sang said, "Madam, why did you come to see me so early in the morning?"