Witch Monastery

He sighed, and Adele's expression became solemn. She glanced at Hawthorne, then at her mother, weighed the situation for a moment, and gritted her teeth and said, "Since the situation here is so complicated, mother, let's go back to the mountains as soon as possible!"

This was her selfish desire. No matter what, she didn't want to put her mother in danger.

Hawthorne nodded slightly and thought to himself, I think so too. With the two of you here, it’s really inconvenient for me to do a lot of things.

But then he heard Willow say, "No, Adele, we can't leave!"

Adele was slightly stunned, and then she heard Willow's firm tone, "Father Hawthorne has helped us so much, and now he is being targeted by evil forces. It is not reasonable for us to just walk away and ignore it!"

As she said this, she turned around, looked up at Hawthorne's face, and said, "I've made up my mind. This New Year, even if it doesn't matter if we don't celebrate it with the tribesmen, we will stay here and help you, Father, through this difficult time!"

Hawthorne was startled for a moment, and lowered his head, looking at her face, which was always very fragile in the past, but now full of determination, and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

Adele had a complicated expression on her face. She looked at her mother who had suddenly made up her mind and sighed, "Okay... I was wrong."

"Then, Father, tell me, is there anything you need from us mother and daughter? As long as you ask, we will definitely not refuse."

Hawthorne chuckled, feeling extremely relieved: "Of course, but not now."

"You should take good care of your injuries first, Adele. I will make a plan. When you are well, we will go to Shannasa's lair and catch them all in one fell swoop!"

Shannasa's hiding place is a little-known secret in the entire Libel Port. However, to Hawthorne, this place is even more familiar than his own home!

After all, every time he restarted a new game, he had to go to the deepest part of the sewer shortly after entering the game, loot Shannasa's lair, and take all the items he needed.

He now knew that seemingly secret location and intricate maze by heart, it would be hard for him not to be familiar with it!

Hawthorne stayed in the infirmary for a while, observing Adele's condition. After confirming that she was just weak, he felt relieved and turned to leave.

Seeing him leave, Adele was relieved. Looking at her mother's tired and haggard expression, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She gently advised: "Mom, you should go back to your room and sleep. You won't be able to rest well if you stay here."

Willow shook her head slightly: "I'm not sleepy, let me see you again, hug you, and sleep with you."

Adele was embarrassed, pouted, and said against her will: "I don't need you to accompany me. I'm grown up, how can I let you hug me to sleep all day long..."

Willow was about to say something, and Adele wanted to agree, but at this moment, the door at the back was pushed open, and a Sister of Life walked in: "Indeed, Madam Willow, you should go back and rest. I'm on duty today, so I'll take care of this place."

Willow opened her mouth, but couldn't find a reason to object, so she agreed: "Then... I'm leaving, Adele, you have to rest well, recuperate, and listen to the nuns."

Adele glared at the Sister of Life fiercely. The latter was a little puzzled for a moment, thinking: I'm speaking for you, why do you have this attitude?

She didn't know and decided not to pay any attention to it.

Willow stood up from the chair and turned to walk out. But she was still reluctant to leave, looking back at her every few steps, until she walked out of the infirmary and could no longer see her, then she finally turned around and went back to her room.

Adele also stared at her mother's back, but her thin skin did not allow her to suddenly change her mind and ask her mother to stay with her to sleep. She could only watch her mother leave with regret.

Damn it, next time…never do this again!

She gritted her teeth secretly and made up her mind, but unfortunately, the development of the world is often unpredictable...

On the other side, back in the room, Willow took off her clothes, covered herself with the quilt, and prepared to fall asleep.

However, after a moment, she turned over and lay on her side.

After a while, she turned over and lay on her left side.

Then, not long after, she turned over and returned to the lying position.

Finally, Willow opened her eyes.

She couldn't sleep.

Not only because she had slept for a long time during the day, but also because of what happened after the baptism, which completely disturbed her mind.

Whenever she closed her eyes, intending to relax and fall asleep, the scene of the baptism would appear in her mind. Her naked body was exposed to Hawthorne's sight, and his unconcealed fiery gaze would fall on her body again, burning her whole body and soul.

Along with it, all kinds of random thoughts come to mind that cannot be stopped.

What happened then, after I fell asleep?

While he's wiping my body, will he take the opportunity to...take advantage of me?

To my body, breasts, belly, hips, thighs, even...

Chapter 428 Willow's Night (Part )

The more she thought about it, the hotter Willow's heart became.

I had no power to resist at the time, and I was naked, and he was a strong young man...

No, that shouldn't happen. The priest is an upright man. He wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress...

But if he can hold back like this at his age, doesn't it mean that I am not very attractive?

If that's the case, if he really couldn't help himself and took advantage of her, it wouldn't be unforgivable...

As long as he doesn't go too far and touches places that are not sensitive, I can forgive him...

such as……

But what if he really didn't do it?

It's impossible that he wouldn't be attracted to my body at all, right?

Willow was daydreaming, she still hadn't been able to return to the peaceful and ethereal state of mind of the druid, so this already mature body couldn't help but produce the instinctive desire of the biological being, which became stronger and stronger as the days of unsatisfied desire increased.

Let her worry about gain and loss.

"Ugh……"

She sighed quietly, put away her distracting thoughts, and did not continue trying to fall asleep. Instead, she got up, chanted a spell, and let the fallen leaves weave into a robe that fit her body. Then she put on her boots, opened the door, and walked into the yard outside.

Outside, the moonlight was bright in the night sky. Willow walked to the center of the yard and stood alone under the moonlight, feeling the boundless coldness and loneliness that lingered in her heart.

Such a night is really hard to endure...

She sighed, but could do nothing but let the cold wind blow over her body, waiting for the desire to fade away. Her body gradually became really tired, sleepy, exhausted, and exhausted. Only then could she really go back to her room to sleep.

But then, her expression changed. She turned her head slightly to the side and saw a magical glow suddenly light up. Then, Celine's tall figure appeared behind her, looking at her with a worried expression: "Madam Willow, you..."

Willow sighed faintly: "I can't help it. I can't sleep."

She didn't explain the real situation, but Celine could understand what she meant. Facing this mistress who was eager for pleasure, the witch's voice was somewhat ashamed: "Sorry, my ability is limited."

Willow forced a smile, then shook her head gently: "It's okay, it's okay, I can get through it myself."

She said this, but then Celine stepped forward, took her hand, and said, "No, I know a place and someone who can help you solve this problem."

As she spoke, she took a step, took Willow's hand, and ran straight to Hawthorne's room.

Although Celine didn't say it explicitly, Willow understood what she meant instantly. Realizing what Celine wanted to do tonight, her face immediately turned red and she quickly shook her head: "No, I..."

She struggled to pull her hand out, but Celine was determined. She pulled Willow all the way to the door of Hawthorne's room, then lowered her head, leaned close to the satyr's soft ears, and said softly, "You have been baptized in water and become a priest of the realm of life, right?"

Willow lowered her head, her mind full of everything that happened in the morning, the scene of herself naked. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't control herself, but she couldn't deny it outright: "... Yeah."

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became, until the whole ear seemed half-ripened and looked extremely delicious and tempting.

"That's right." Xilin said softly, "Then this is what he owes you. This is the problem he should help you solve."

"He should put out the fire he started himself. He is responsible for it, isn't he?"

Willow hurriedly shook her head, but her hands were already limp: "He does... I can't..."

"Don't worry." Celine whispered, "I and the priest will keep it a secret."

Although this was not a good reason, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Willow stopped resisting, and seeing her like this, Celine knew that it was done.

She then pushed open the door of Hawthorne's room and pushed her in forcefully: "Have a pleasant evening, Madam."

Willow was startled, but when she came to her senses, Celine had already closed the door with a "click", leaving her no room to resist.

Immediately, the Centaur's heart began to beat wildly.

Not sure what to do next.

She suddenly realized that at this time, Hawthorne should have gone to bed, so...

Just as she was about to retreat, she saw Hawthorne suddenly sitting up on the bed: "Who?"

The quilt slid off him, and with the help of the satyr's dark vision, she could clearly see the well-defined muscle contours on his chest, his broad shoulders stretched back, his muscular arms exposed, and everything about it was assaulting her eyes.

Willow couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands and subconsciously clamped her legs together. Her body was already in a state of excitement when she was sleepless and had wild thoughts. Now that she was hit by the perfect male body, she was even more excited and could hardly control herself.

She was already wet.

While she was extremely nervous, Hawthorne also saw her face clearly: "Madam Willow? You..."

Willow turned around in panic: "I'm sorry, Father, I went to the wrong room, I'll just..."

She pushed the door in panic, but for some reason, the door was locked from the outside and could not be opened.

For a moment, her expression could not help but lean towards despair.

Hawthorne's expression was clear, and he probably guessed what had happened. Then he stood up, wrapped his body in the quilt, put on his slippers, and then slowly walked to Willow's side.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Willow lowered her head, not daring to look at him at all, her face flushed, not daring to imagine what would happen next.

Hawthorne did not delay too much. He walked over, opened his arms and hugged her.

"what--!"

Willow was startled, and at that moment she understood why Hawthorne was walking towards her wrapped in a quilt.

It turned out that under the quilt, he was completely naked. This man was sleeping naked!

So now, there was only a thin robe between her skin and Hawthorne's naked muscles.

The man's heat and breath instantly enveloped her body, covering her sense of touch and smell. In an instant, Willow's eyes became blurry and she almost fainted.

Her body, which was extremely soft to begin with, seemed to melt at this moment. She collapsed in Hawthorne's arms, and the garden was already flooded with spring water.

"Father..." Willow murmured in her throat, and then let out a sobbing whine.

She wanted it, the physical desire tortured her reason, she could no longer deceive herself.

But shyness prevented her from saying it out loud. She could only hope that this reliable man would still be understanding at this time and help her extinguish her desire while taking care of her fragile self-esteem.

In this regard, Willow was indeed far less perceptive than her daughter. At least when the latter saw Hawthorne for the first time, she was sure that he was absolutely very considerate.

At this moment, how could Hawthorne not understand Willow's thoughts? He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently: "I understand, Madam."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over, picked her up like a princess amid her exclamations, turned around, walked to the bed, and slowly put her down.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Woo..."

Willow closed her eyes and let him kiss her lips. Growing up in the mountains, even though she had given birth to a daughter, she had not learned the technique of "sticking out the tongue when kissing."

When Hawthorne's tongue probed into her mouth and teased her thin little tongue, the mistress, who had been a mother for more than ten years, became extremely flustered for a moment, revealing a kind of innocence that Hawthorne had never seen before.

Hawthorne suddenly became playful. He kissed her deeply, teasing her tongue, and moved his hands downwards, trying to reach inside her robe and feel her soft skin.

However, at this moment, he discovered that although her neckline seemed to be very open and the hem was extremely wide from the outside, as long as he tried to put his hand in, the magic robe woven from dead leaves would automatically extend and resist his entry.

After groping for a while without success, Hawthorne opened his eyes and separated his lips from hers, with a lewd thread leaving the corner of his mouth.

Willow also opened her eyes, and was greeted by Hawthorne's gentle gaze looking down at her: "Madam, clothes."

Thinking of the characteristics of her robe, Willow suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand on her collar and silently recited a spell.

call--

Then the robe spread out into countless dead leaves and fell on Hawthorne's big bed, instantly adding a lot of autumn and natural breath to the room.

Chapter 429 Willow's Night (Part )

Willow covered her face with her hands in great shame. It was a huge challenge for her to undress so actively and let a boy who was much younger than her watch and play with her. She wished she could find a place to hide.

Hawthorne looked down at her skin that was as smooth and white as mutton fat, her huge breasts that were slightly spread out due to gravity, and the pale pink grapes on the top that had quietly stood up at some point. He felt his mouth dry, so he lowered his head and put one of them in his mouth.

"Oh……"

Willow let out a soft moan in her throat, and then felt an endless tingling sensation in her chest that made her unable to bear it.

In the past six months, she had breastfed Adele every now and then, but Hawthorne was not only sucking, he was also licking, teasing, nibbling and

The stimulation brought by grinding is completely incomparable to that of simple sucking!

She covered her eyes with her hands and opened them a little, then looked down secretly and saw his head resting on her chest, his silver hair hanging down naturally.

In the dim light, this scene is surprisingly similar to Adele!

If Adele would suck like this...

Such a strange thought popped up in her mind, and she couldn't help stretching out an arm and hugging Hawthorne's head as if she was hugging her own daughter.