Witch Monastery

It seems like he is waiting for someone.

Recognizing Willow, the nuns tacitly kept silent and turned away. Hawthorne walked up slowly and called softly, "Madam? You haven't rested yet?"

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after hearing Hawthorne’s voice, Willow’s body trembled slightly, as if she was frightened.

She then turned around, forced a smile, and said to him, "Ah, I can't sleep for a while."

Hawthorne walked up to her and stood beside her: "Is there something on your mind? Can you tell me?"

Willow looked a little hesitant. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Hawthorne open his arms and suddenly hugged her in his arms.

Suddenly, the Centaur Matron was startled and could not help but began to struggle: "Don't, don't do this. Father, we are not that kind of relationship. We can't make the same mistake again..."

Huo Sang leaned over her ear, breathing hot air from his mouth and nose, and whispered to her softly: "Then tell me, Madam, what should our relationship be now?"

Willow felt a tingling and numb feeling on her ears, and her body suddenly went limp, and she was forced to stop struggling.

She lowered her head, resting it on Hawthorne's chest, and her voice sounded very confused: "I don't know, Father, I..."

As she said this, she shook her head slightly, the desire that she was too embarrassed to speak of surging in her body.

She knew very well that she was standing here awake in the middle of the night just waiting for Hawthorne to finish and return to his room.

Her heart was burning with a strong desire, not only because the joy of that night kept coming back to her mind, but also because she wanted to find someone she could trust.

A man who is willing to fight against evil in the sewer to vent her anger for her and her daughter, as a support - although Hawthorne did not intend to do so, she was willing to think so.

Chapter 452 Willow in the Moonlit Garden (Part )

Hawthorne was not sure what she meant by her words, but he could vaguely guess what she needed at the moment.

He leaned close to Willow's ear, his voice solemn and pious: "Life should not reject its own instincts. This is the foundation for our survival to this day."

"Mother, the goddess never encourages her children to restrict themselves for reasons other than health. That is rebellious and distorts human nature."

He whispered in a low voice, as if it was sincere persuasion, but also like the devil's temptation: "If you need me, I am willing to be your support."

But it was extremely effective. Weiluo's already fragile defenses collapsed, and what replaced them was the complete acceptance of her own desires.

She didn't say anything, but she then gently raised her hands and hugged Hawthorne's waist as well.

No additional words are needed, this one action alone fully demonstrates her feelings at the moment.

She needs him.

Willow closed her eyes gently, and when she faced the desire in her heart calmly and decided to be entangled with him for the rest of her life, she suddenly found that all her thoughts came naturally, and her heart was unprecedentedly peaceful and at ease.

The unpredictable future now seemed to have become a smooth road. She suddenly felt that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles she encountered in the future, there would always be a pair of strong arms to support her and hug her, so that she could get through it safely.

She liked this feeling, and subconsciously, she raised her face.

Hawthorne then lowered his head and kissed her light pink lips.

It wasn't very intense at the beginning, the two of them just kissed each other very lightly. But soon, Willow began to take the initiative. The centaur mistress awkwardly spit out her slightly thin clove tongue, licked Hawthorne's lips, teasing his lust, and soon, her tongue was held in Hawthorne's mouth and sucked gently.

Her body and consciousness were burning. This feeling of being demanded did not frighten her, but rather made her feel wonderful.

Hawthorne's big hands began to wander around her body unruly, and Willow had some bad associations in her mind. Sure enough, he then spit out her tongue, leaned close to her ear again, and whispered in a low voice: "Madam, clothes."

This magic robe made of withered yellow leaves is too thick and rough, and it cannot be untied. Touching it is really unpleasant.

Willow subconsciously covered her collar with her hands and instinctively refused: "But, we are still outside..."

She doesn't mind.

The druid's physique was not afraid of this mild cold wind. However, her refusal was not firm and strong, which gave Hawthorne the confidence to continue the pursuit.

"It's all right, Madam," he said. "They are all asleep. No one will know."

Willow bit her lower lip, her head still in a daze from the fever. Hawthorne's reason was obviously not very convincing, but she believed it and began to recite a spell silently.

When she came to her senses, her robe had turned into dead leaves again and fell onto the grass in the garden, revealing her pure, flawless, plump body.

Her plump breasts stood proudly, with no signs of sagging under the blessing of natural magic. The pink cherries were faint and dull, totally unlike a mother who had raised a teenager.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on her body, covering her jade-like skin with a layer of cool glow, making her like a goddess walking out of a portrait, so beautiful that she was beyond description.

Willow shyly raised her arms to cover the beautiful scenery of her chest, and used her other hand to cover the mysterious garden in the triangle area.

Hawthorne was not in a hurry to start. He kissed her cheek again, then slowly moved down, kissing her delicate neck, shoulders, and collarbone, gradually arousing her body's interest, and then climbed up to the snow-capped peak and held a bud in his mouth -

"Um……"

A tingling sensation attacked her nerves, Willow's breathing became a little heavy, and her legs went limp. She could only hold on to Hawthorne's shoulders with her arms to keep her balance.

Hawthorne couldn't support her body, so he helped her squat down slowly and sat down on the place covered with the fallen leaves of her robe, so that the surrounding bushes could hide their figures.

He sucked intently, the smooth, warm and sweet milk filling his throat and relieving the fatigue he had accumulated during the day.

He put one arm around Willow's body and his other hand climbed up to her other plump snow-capped peak, grabbing and teasing the buds on it, making them quickly become engorged and erect.

Willow's face was as red as blood, but she felt that she had to do something. Knowing that there would be a lot of things to come tonight, she reached out and unbuttoned Hawthorne's priest uniform awkwardly, revealing his waist with six-pack abs, and then probed downwards.

When the thick weapon bounced out from under the restraint of the clothes, Willow was also frightened by its hideous shape. That night, she was confused and paid no attention to anything except pleasure. Maybe she caught a glimpse of the thing that brought her joy, but it did not leave any memory in her mind.

Looking at the thing that was pointing angrily at her face and was red and swollen, she suppressed her shyness, climbed up both of her little hands into it, and gently stroked it, trying to bring joy to Hawthorne.

Now, her originally obscured triangle section was also exposed. Hawthorne reached down with one hand, crossed the bushes, accurately found the already wet secret garden, and then inserted his middle finger straight into it——

"Um……"

Willow let out another heavy gasp in her throat, but this time she no longer had any resistance to the foreign object that suddenly invaded her body, nor did she subconsciously clamp her legs together tightly like she did the first time.

She enjoyed Hawthorne's middle finger stirring and teasing inside her body, and her hands were constantly caressing the weapon that was about to be used.

Under the moonlight, in the garden surrounded by bushes, the naked man and woman are like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, giving each other the joy of life.

"Oh……"

Gradually, Willow's breathing became heavier, and she began to show signs of exhaustion. Her vision gradually blurred, and in this finger battle, she was once again the first to lose.

She opened her mouth slightly, feeling her throat dry and in urgent need of moisture. Hawthorne sensed her thirst, took a mouthful of the goat's milk, raised his head, and kissed her.

As he tasted his own milk in Hawthorne's mouth, a small stream of heat flowed out from the depths of the garden.

After a while, their lips parted, Willow raised her hands, hugged Hawthorne's neck, and her whole body limply collapsed on the ground. The cold winter wind could not extinguish her surging flame, and the more she looked at his fair face, the more satisfied she felt.

Hawthorne supported her and asked softly, "Can you still stand up?"

Willow looked at her body fearfully, then looked at the low bushes around her: "It's better to lie down, or someone will see us."

Hawthorne consoled them: "It's okay, they are all asleep, no one will come."

Willow couldn't find a reason to refuse, and she managed to squeeze out a little more strength from her weak legs and slowly stood up. In the garden was the only ginkgo tree in the entire monastery, and its leaves had fallen off. Hawthorne helped her walk to the tree, asked her to hold the trunk with both hands, and then put one hand on her lower back, motioning her to bend down.

Also lift your butt as high as possible.

Willow blushed and allowed him to put her in such a shameful position. As her waist bent lower and lower, her hips rose higher and higher, her wet secret garden was completely exposed in the moonlight, and the soybean-sized thing symbolizing lust was engorged with blood, and her vertical pink lips moved slightly, as if opening and closing to breathe, and as if longing for his entry and exit.

It’s really beautiful.

For a moment, Hawthorne was reluctant to enter immediately. Instead, he grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, squatted down, and then kissed her vertical lips from behind.

"Um--!"

Feeling the unusual contact, Willow let out a soft cry. She then looked down in surprise, and through her breasts that were hanging down due to gravity, she found

, Hawthorne did not penetrate the murder weapon, but teased himself with his mouth.

"You..." She didn't know what to say, and when Hawthorne began to stick out his tongue to lick and tease the sensitive bean that was swollen with blood, her thoughts and words were immediately interrupted, and she could no longer utter any useful information, "Ah——!"

She quickly clenched her teeth, not wanting her screams to wake up the other nuns in the monastery, who would then all get up and watch this shameful act.

She could feel Hawthorne kissing, sucking, and licking her most sensitive parts, his tongue even going inside her body, scraping the folds of her flesh, stimulating her sensitive nerves.

The fear of being discovered, coupled with the novelty of excitement that she had never experienced before, made Willow's nerves suddenly tense, and every muscle in her body was trembling.

Soon, a warm stream slowly flowed out of her body.

Before it even started, she had already lost her virginity for the second time tonight.

Chapter 453: Moonlit Night, Willow in the Garden (Part )

Willow felt her feet were weak and her legs were shaking. She could hardly stand and had to hold the tree trunk in front of her with both hands to barely maintain her current posture.

However, this was not the beginning. After all, up to now, Hawthorne had not really entered her body.

The next moment, Hawthorne, who had had enough fun, finally stood up, straightened his weapon with one hand, held her plump buttocks with the other, squeezed open the wet pink lips and the slippery beautiful flesh inside, and drove straight in -

"what--"

When the compact flesh was forcibly squeezed open, and the hot and hideous weapon penetrated the entire passage and filled her lonely body, Willow finally couldn't help it and let out a long and pleasant moan.

"what……"

Hawthorne also let out a sigh. He could feel that Willow's muscles were contracting frequently, sending out a powerful attraction, trying to squeeze out the seed of life and suck him dry!

Resisting the urge to surrender right now, he held her buttocks and began to move in and out slowly.

Every time his waist and abdomen hit Willow's buttocks, the plump and beautiful flesh would ripple with waves. The force of the impact was transmitted to her upper body. The pair of huge breasts that hung down due to gravity would sway gently back and forth, and the two cherries would shake out beautiful pink arcs.

"what……"

It was like a raging fire meeting dry wood, and Willow felt her whole body was ignited. She couldn't help but scream again, but immediately realized that this would most likely wake up the other nuns.

She gritted her teeth and tried to use her willpower to fight against her instincts. However, even though Hawthorne maintained a slow pace, pleasure continued to accumulate in her body, as if the flood was getting higher and higher, but the height of the dam of willpower was extremely limited!

When Hawthorne started to speed up a little, the huge energy of joy instantly overwhelmed her will!

"what--!"

She let out another long moan from her throat, announcing the complete failure of her will to resist. Then, she quickly retracted one hand and covered her mouth to stop herself from making any sound.

But this immediately caused another problem. Her already weak body could not support the standing posture at all, and she had to hold the tree trunk with both hands to barely support herself.

But now, it suddenly seemed extremely difficult to support the weight of the entire body with just one hand.

Especially since Hawthorne's movements were getting bigger and bigger, and he was thrusting into her body with greater force, bringing her waves of pleasure, which made her legs go weak and she almost lost consciousness!

“Woo…Woo——!”

She was whimpering in her throat, and even though her mouth was covered with her hands, the sound still couldn't be stopped from leaking out from between the gaps.

Finally, with Hawthorne's sudden impact into her deepest part, the terrible pleasure sent her to the clouds for the third time. A small wave of heat flowed out of her body, Willow's consciousness went blank, her legs softened, and she fell to her knees.

The red weapon was then pulled out of her body with a soft "pop" sound. It was covered with a layer of wet, warm, transparent mucus, and stood tall in the cold wind.

Hawthorne looked down at Willow, who was kneeling on the ground with her upper body close to the ground and breathing heavily, and couldn't help but sigh. Because she was too excited, her smooth jade back was covered with a layer of attractive pink, which looked very cute.

Without forcing the satyr to stand up, he knelt behind her, opened his thighs and lowered his center of gravity so that the height of the weapon was just right opposite the entrance to the pink garden.

Then, he put his hand on her lower back and pressed down gently. Only when her waist was bent into a concave curve could she put herself in the most energy-saving position and help Willow save energy to the greatest extent.

Willow let him fiddle with her. She came back to her senses and then looked back with a red face: "Father, I..."

She wanted to say that she couldn't stand any longer, but Hawthorne ignored her next words, straightened his weapon, and drove straight in again -

"oh--!"

What she wanted to say was interrupted, and she let out another pleasant moan from her throat. She quickly closed her mouth, grabbed the soil and withered grass on the ground with both hands, frowned, and tried to stop herself from making any sound.

But she soon found that it was futile. At this moment, whenever Hawthorne's waist and abdomen hit

There would be a crisp sound of water splashing on her buttocks, which was so clear in this silent cold night!

Wouldn't this attract other people's attention?

What if someone else saw it...

Willow was terrified, but the huge pleasure made her unable to interrupt this experience. Immersed in the fear of waking people up and being discovered, she unconsciously felt a strange excitement in her heart.

Her muscles tensed, and her thighs and back triangle core area began to tighten, clamping Hawthorne's weapon -

Hawthorne could feel that the resistance to his thrusts was becoming stronger and stronger. Naturally, the pressure and attraction were also getting stronger and stronger, and the pleasure of each in and out was getting more and more intense. The accumulated pleasure hit his mind, and he could no longer hold back the desire to release it with just willpower -

At the same time, the extremely excited Willow also reached her fourth climax of the day: “Ah…Ah—Ah—————!”

She could no longer bear it, opened her mouth and let out a series of loud moans. When Hawthorne injected his fiery vitality into the deepest part of her body, she also reached the strongest pleasure of the night.

"call……"

After releasing himself, Hawthorne let out a long sigh. This first release tonight did not bring him much fatigue. Then he bent down, stretched out his hands, hugged Willow's delicate body, and gave her a lingering caress.

"what……"

Willow came back to her senses and looked at his face, her eyes full of unconcealable satisfaction and love: "Father..."

Hawthorne lowered his head and kissed her lips gently. Willow responded to him, this time the kiss was not as intense as the beginning, but it was filled with indescribable satisfaction.