Witch Monastery

At this moment, Hawthorne's heart was full of amazement.

Unexpectedly, there really is!

He was not aware of the racial characteristics of the goat men before, and he just sucked it subconsciously. As a result, his mouth was immediately filled with warm, smooth and slightly sweet milk!

This made him marvel in his heart, and he couldn't help but start to be intoxicated. He indulged in this wonderful taste, while using his mouth to bring her pleasure, he reached out and continued to tease her.

Willow also enjoyed it all, but then she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together because Hawthorne's hand had actually invaded the secret garden between her legs, and his middle finger had already reached into the flooded hole!

"No... Father, no..."

Her waist began to twist, and her plump thighs clamped Hawthorne's palm, but she was helpless against the middle finger that had already penetrated deep into her.

Her expression was aggrieved, as if she was about to cry, because she could clearly feel the fingers rolling and stirring inside her, stimulating the most sensitive part of her body -

“Ah…Ah—Ah—!”

Suddenly, she straightened her waist and pushed upwards. With the double stimulation from her chest and garden, she reached her first climax of the night.

Faster than any girl Hawthorne had ever teased.

Hawthorne spat out the pink grape. The slightly sweet half-goat milk was not only delicious but also abundant in quantity. He drank it all in one breath.

He then adjusted his position, spreading Willow's legs and moving his body between her legs, then took a pillow and placed it under her butt to raise it.

Willow, who was still in the afterglow, had no consciousness or strength to resist, and let him do whatever he wanted. Her body was too soft, and her physical fitness in this area was a little poor. At this time, she didn't even have the strength to cater to him, so Hawthorne had to use this method to adjust her posture first.

After doing this, he pressed down on the mistress's body head-on, and aimed his weapon at the slightly opening entrance of the garden. He first slowly pushed the tip in, parting the pink lips that had not been opened to outsiders for more than ten years. After the head was completely inserted, he suddenly exerted force with his waist -

"oh--!"

The sudden penetration of the entire penis broke through her body that had not been nourished by rain and dew since the birth of Adele, rubbing the folds of flesh and nerves that had been lonely for more than ten years. Willow's eyes suddenly widened, her head couldn't help but slightly raised, and a moan came out of her throat uncontrollably.

Then, two drops of excitement appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Miss Celine was right, fingers have their limits, this kind of pleasure, this level of delight, this incomparable satisfaction...

It can’t be done. It’s impossible to do. This is something irreplaceable. It’s something I’ve always longed for, but I can’t even imagine it!

Such thoughts kept popping up in her mind because she entered the druid state of mind too early, even before she was married: therefore her soul had never been shocked by the opening, even though her body had already conceived life.

It was not until the demon attacked and broke through the closed defenses of her heart, her senses became sharp again, and she became one with Hawthorne again, that she finally realized what kind of happiness she had been avoiding before.

Hawthorne slowly lowered his head, kissed away the tears from her eyes, and kissed her lips again. Willow began to actively respond to his kisses, although her movements were very awkward, but at least she began to extend her tongue so that he could lick and suck.

At the same time, his waist began to move slowly, slowly moving in and out of that warm, moist and slippery garden.

He hugged Willow's body. This half-goat man was so soft that it seemed as if he had no bones in his body. He was like a whole ball of cotton. People couldn't let go of him, but they were reluctant to use force.

He then maintained a slow and even pace, thrusting, stimulating her nerves with a lighter force, allowing the pleasure to accumulate and condense in her body.

After kissing for a while, his mouth left Willow's lips and moved down along her cheek, kissing her white neck and delicate collarbone, and finally climbed up to the snow-capped peak on the other side and sucked on another pink grape.

The taste of the goat man's milk was rich and smooth, and it was slightly sweet, which was fascinating. His gluttony was aroused, and he had to drink the other side clean.

Willow lowered her head and looked at Hawthorne who was sucking seriously. She couldn't help but raise a loving arc at the corner of her mouth. She then stretched out her arms and hugged his head, just like she hugged her daughter when Adele was breastfeeding.

Even at this moment, he was still thrusting his waist in and out of her hungry garden. Waves of happiness came over her, and Willow, who had regained some strength, subconsciously used her legs to clamp his waist.

However, looking down at his silver hair, she couldn't help but have a strange thought in her mind: If it was Adele lying on top of me, making love with me at this moment...

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was shocked. She quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of this terrible idea, but the more she did so, the more this idea took root and sprouted in the depths of her mind like a demon...

……

In the infirmary, Adele stared at the ceiling with her beautiful eyes wide open, also suffering from insomnia.

She couldn't sleep now either.

After all, she had slept for a day and a night after being seriously injured, and she had already gotten enough sleep.

What's more, at this moment, in addition to fatigue, her heart was also filled with a sense of uneasiness, as if something precious was quietly slipping away without her noticing.

This sudden ominous premonition made her extremely uneasy at the moment.

I...how could this happen?

Why are you so nervous?

Is it weakness caused by excessive blood loss?

It shouldn't be...

It really shouldn’t be!

In her chaotic thoughts, she couldn't help but think of her mother again, and then she gritted her teeth secretly.

After experiencing the critical moment of life and death, I have clearly thought it through, figured it out, and made up my mind that my mother is the person I love most, and I want to be with her forever for the rest of my life.

How come just now... Oh, I said that again!

I really want to throw myself into her arms and act like a spoiled child, and hold her to sleep like we did when we were kids...

So boring, if only I had asked my mother to stay...

How about I sneak into her room now, snuggle into her arms and give her a surprise?

Chapter 430 Willow's Night (Part )

A bold idea came to Adele's mind, and suddenly she felt eager to try it out.

But after calm and careful consideration, she finally gave up the idea.

Forget it, let's do it later. She is too tired, and if I attack her at night again, she won't be able to rest well.

Adele found excuses for her shyness and took a deep breath to calm her itchy heart.

Let’s wait until tomorrow, when it starts, and then sleep with mom again!

Adele then took a few more deep breaths, and the flustered and ominous premonition was gradually suppressed by her. The fatigue caused by excessive blood loss gradually subsided, and she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, in Hawthorne's room, Hawthorne, who was lying on Willow, had already begun his charge.

Every time that hideous weapon was pulled out, the pink lips would be constantly turned outward; and every time his body pushed forward, it would go straight into the deepest part of Willow's body; his waist opened and closed widely, like a roaring engine constantly roaring inside his body, and the infinite power drove his masculine weapon, madly ravaging and trampling Willow's most sensitive garden.

Willow held his head tightly, her whole body tense with excitement. She could hardly breathe, and was almost going crazy with joy. The weapon in and out kept scraping the flesh folds on the inner wall of her garden, stimulating every inch of nerves there. Under the intense pleasure, she finally couldn't help but screaming: "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Along with this series of loud and clear moans, her body suddenly trembled wildly. Hawthorne could clearly feel the hot streams gushing out of her body, blowing on his lower abdomen and thighs, and falling on the bed sheets under him, soaking everything.

She is a soft centaur living on land, but the tides blown out from her lower body are almost comparable to those of the witch of the deep sea.

Hawthorne thought so in his heart, and he stopped what he was doing. He lowered his head, breathed heavily, and quietly admired Willow's expression at the moment.

At this moment, the eyes of the Centaur Mistress were lifeless, and her cheeks, neck, and chest were all an alluring pink, proclaiming how intense the pleasure she had just experienced was.

As his movements stopped, her soul gradually returned to her body. She began to breathe heavily, and her towering chest rose and fell again, which made Hawthorne eager to move.

He couldn't help but lower his head, lean over to her ear, and then gently bite her drooping ear.

Willow came back to her senses slightly, but when she looked down, she saw another shameful mess that was too shameful to look at.

She simply closed her eyes, blushed, and hugged Hawthorne's back. Not knowing what to do, she just called his name softly: "Hawthorne..."

Hawthorne gently rubbed her ears, rubbing against her like the closest lover: "Well, Willow, I'm here."

Willow bit her lower lip gently, and when she came down from the cloud of joy, reason suddenly returned to her mind.

She felt very complicated at the moment, and felt a little helpless for a moment. She wanted to rely on him, but was afraid that she would not get a promise: "We...what kind of relationship is this?"

She felt very insecure. She knew that Hawthorne had a lover. Although she was a little confused about whether that person was Nidalee or Anno, and she didn't have the courage to ask in detail, she guessed that it must be one of them.

So what exactly did she do tonight?

She didn't know that she had never thought about such a thing before, and it was only tonight that Celine pushed her into following her desires.

She was totally unprepared for this, so naturally she couldn't deal with it as calmly as Malena and Porter.

Hawthorne gently stroked her hair, just about to comfort her, when suddenly, a cold female voice sounded, with a smile in her tone: "Of course it's a lover's relationship, isn't this very common?"

There's someone else in this room!

Suddenly, Willow's hair stood on end, and she couldn't help but shrink into Hawthorne's arms. She pulled the quilt to cover both of their bodies with one hand, and at the same time looked in the direction where the sound came from with a frightened look.

Then she saw, in the cold moonlight outside the window, Sister Heidi lying beside the bed, looking at her with a smile.

She was not wearing any clothes at this moment, her long emerald green hair was naturally loose, her smooth shoulders and white back were exposed under the moonlight, looking extremely delicious and tempting.

"Heidi!" Willow was so shocked that she couldn't help herself and even spoke incoherently, "You... No, I... No, why are you here too?"

Hawthorne looked at Heidi with a helpless expression and said softly, "You scared her."

Yes, Heidi had come to his room before that.

He didn't have the habit of sleeping naked, and usually wore pajamas. The reason why Willow found him sleeping naked was that before she broke in, he was having sex with Heidi.

It was just like the last time when he and Cuibis were preparing for the final step, but were interrupted by Anno who suddenly broke in.

Beside the bed, Heidi sniffed and said angrily, "Can you blame me? She suddenly barged in and scared me!"

Willow's heart was pounding. There was too much information in these few sentences for her to process for a moment: "Wait, Father, Miss Heidi, what are you doing..."

Hawthorne looked a little embarrassed, a little too ashamed to explain. But Heidi smiled, then stood up and showed her naked body in front of her, with the cherry on her towering chest already standing upright: "What else can it be? Of course, do the same thing as you!"

Willow's face immediately turned red, and she subconsciously denied it out of shame: "No, I, I am..."

She lost her mind, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Heidi skillfully lifted the quilt and got into the bed between her and Hawthorne: "It's all done, what are you still denying, mistress?"

"I heard everything that happened between you just now from under the bed. I even crawled out and watched it openly just now, but you didn't even notice my presence. You were really into it."

As she said this, she leaned close to Willow's ear and whispered like a devil: "I even saw the water spraying from your bottom, it was really high~"

These words pierced her defenses. Willow could no longer bear it. She cried out "Wow" and hid in Hawthorne's arms. She just wanted to escape from it all and be an ostrich that could not sense anything.

Hawthorne couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then, while gently stroking Willow's hair, he blamed Heidi: "You scared her!"

Heidi rubbed her eyelids, stuck out her tongue, and made a face at him. Hawthorne smiled helplessly, and then stroked Willow's hair and comforted her: "Don't cry, mistress, don't cry, Heidi is just joking with you, she doesn't really mean to laugh at you."

Heidi smiled and nodded, then lowered her head, leaned close to Willow's ear, and whispered, "It's just a joke, Madam. Actually, we all welcome you to join us."

us?

Willow's ears moved, catching the key words, and her collapsed shame gradually regenerated.

Deep down, she didn't consider Heidi an outsider. After all, they had faced the threat of demons and burrowing insects together, and had been trapped underground for so many days together.

Subconsciously, Willow had already regarded Heidi as her closest comrade-in-arms who could be trusted, confided in, and even share life and death with.

So now, she pricked up her ears and began to listen carefully and think about what she said.

"Many nuns in the monastery have done actions like what you did tonight." Seeing that this method was effective, Heidi immediately continued, "This is the most normal need of life. You don't have to feel ashamed or blame yourself for it."

"Rather, this is the reward we deserve. After doing good deeds, it is only natural to ask the priest to reward each other, isn't it?"

She persuaded softly, and Willow's expression gradually became confused. She stole a glance at Heidi's expression with her peripheral vision, and found that she happened to open her arms and hugged her body from behind: "Since we happened to meet tonight, why don't we share the happiness together from now on?"

As she spoke, Heidi's chest pressed against Willow's back, so that the latter could feel its heavy weight and surprising elasticity, as well as its comfortable softness and warmth.

Chapter 431 Willow's Night (V)

Willow's heart was pounding, but the shame in her heart made her subconsciously refuse: "No, this is not good, I..."

But her words were so pale. After all, she knew very well in her heart that since her unruly shouting and reaction just now were seen and heard by the other party, then what reason did she have to refuse?

It was really hard for a woman who was originally very conservative in character and behavior to suddenly accept the idea of ​​a threesome.

But Heidi wanted to speed up this process.

As she spoke, the Deep Sea Witch put her head close to Willow's face, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Don't worry, dear mistress. I may not be sure about others, but I can guarantee that you will love this feeling."

After saying that, she opened her little mouth, gently held one of her ears, and nibbled it gently with her teeth.

She didn't say it explicitly, but her words showed

It was implied that Willow's performance just now gave her this confidence.

Feeling Heidi's teeth chewing gently on her ears and listening to her tempting hints, Willow's face, which had just calmed down a little, turned red again.

But before she could refute, she suddenly felt several long and thick, rough but warm and slippery, soft yet flexible things suddenly climbing up her body.

She quickly looked down, and then she saw a thick black mist appearing deep in the bed. In the black mist, several dark green thick tentacles were climbing up along her thighs.

Suddenly, she was horrified: "What is this?!"

"Don't worry." Heidi licked her ear and whispered, "My treasures, some useful little toys, can help you liven up the fun."

She was lying, this was clearly her real body, equivalent to her real hands.

Willow was still a little uncomfortable, as this was something she had never touched before. She felt the warm and slippery tentacles licking her soles, and although it was indeed very comfortable and a little itchy, she still wanted to pull her feet out.