Witch Monastery

Serious business...

Damn it, do you think I would believe this nonsense?

Your main target is obviously her!

Adele gritted her teeth secretly, but then she put on an angelic smile on her face: "So that's how it is. Then, Mom, I'll go with you too."

"I won't be of much help if I stay here anyway, and my spellcasting ability has reached a bottleneck. Maybe if I go to the Underdark and experience the environment of the underground world, I can make a new breakthrough!"

She suggested so enthusiastically that Willow glanced at Hawthorne and said, "What do you think?"

Huo Sang naturally would not refuse. Looking at this girl who actually chose to walk into a trap, he smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay, then come together."

He didn't think this girl would cause any obstacles. He and Willow were in love, and they had already succeeded. What was there for him to be afraid of?

Adele didn't know his plan yet. She was very proud of her superb acting skills. At the same time, she had a stronger belief in protecting her mother...

Chapter 555 Willow's Changes (Part )

That night.

In her room, naked Willow was covered with a thin blanket, preparing to fall asleep.

However, the feeling of close contact with Hawthorne during the day still remained in her heart, making her restless and unable to sleep, and she was very eager to find him and make love with him.

She thought she couldn't indulge in physical desires, so she deliberately suppressed herself. However, she didn't expect that the more she suppressed herself, the stronger the restlessness became, and it even began to shake the stability of her ethereal state of mind!

This change made her confused and even a little panicked: she couldn't help but start to doubt, could it be that suppressing her desires was wrong and would not help her practice?

Realizing this, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy in her heart. Knowing that this would only have a negative impact on her practice, she stood up and let the green leaf-colored robe automatically cover her body, then walked out and headed straight for Hawthorne's room.

It was late at night, and the people in the mountains maintained their original routines, and there was hardly anyone on the streets. Willow then safely crossed the long and silent streets, quietly came to the monastery, found Hawthorne's door, and knocked gently.

Then, Hawthorne's sober voice came from inside: "Who?"

This time was still early for him, so he didn't sleep.

"It's me, Willow." Willow said softly at the door, "Father, have you rested? Can I come in?"

There were footsteps in the room, and then the door was opened. Hawthorne, who was only wearing pajamas, stood at the door of the room: "Not yet, come in."

As he said this, he looked at Willow with a hint of surprise. He had just been reviewing his six-ring spells, and knowing what kind of powerful enemy he was going to face this time, he did not dare to slack off at all.

He hadn't even decided which beauty he was going to spend the night with tonight, and he really didn't expect that Willow would be the first to lose control and walk into the tiger's mouth.

Seeing how she was during the day, he thought she would be able to endure it.

Without further words, Willow took a step forward and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her full breasts against his body.

Hawthorne stretched out his hand slightly, closed the bedroom door, and then hugged her body: "Do you miss me, dear?"

He deliberately called her this cheesy name to tease her emotions. Willow did not reject it at all. She breathed in his scent and hugged him more tightly: "I miss you, dear."

Hawthorne lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her light yellow hair: "How much do you miss it?"

“A lot of times, I’m thinking about it.”

"Day or night?"

"…It's night?"

"Oh? So what do you want to do when you miss me?"

"..." Willow was speechless, her heartbeat was accelerating, this kind of experience of flirting with a close person in the bedroom was something she had never experienced before.

After all, the previous two times, Hawthorne had taken care of her extremely shy mood and started directly without saying much.

At this moment, reason and shame prevented her from saying anything. However, what surprised her was that her mood was actually extremely calm. She did not have the surging emotions that she had expected at the beginning, as if it was not a big deal even if she said such a thing out loud.

In this wonderful state of mind, she naturally abandoned the shame discipline imposed on her by society, and blurted out her true desire in her heart: "I want to do it with you."

Hearing this, Hawthorne's heart began to beat wildly. He was just flirting with this woman, stirring her emotions and making her psychologically excited.

In other words, it is a kind of psychological "foreplay".

But he didn't expect that beneath Willow's seemingly rational and calm appearance, she actually had such an unrestrained nature, which caught him off guard.

No, shouldn't she be shy and snuggle into his chest at this time, and then tacitly allow him to carry her to the bed?

He didn't know, but now he felt that he had reached the point where he couldn't turn back. He also suppressed his excitement and shyness and continued to flirt with her.

: "So, what do you want to do specifically?"

Willow's reason told her that she should be so shy that she almost exploded. But the druid's state of mind restrained her, making her almost uncontrollably pour out her true thoughts to the outside world: "I want to be honest with you..."

She obviously couldn't help herself. As she spoke, she reached out to untie Hawthorne's clothes: "I want to be closer to you, dear..."

Hawthorne felt his face getting hot, but he endured it and leaned close to her ear: "Go on, be more specific."

Willow closed her eyes: "I want you to kiss me, touch me, suck my..."

"I can't bear it any longer, honey, I need you to fill me up with your body and satisfy my emptiness..."

She whispered even more disgusting love words in a calm tone, which made Hawthorne so shy that he almost exploded.

He never thought that just two or three months of not seeing each other would lead to such a huge change in this druid that he could even say such words!

His heart was a little bit overwhelmed, but at this moment, Willow had already taken the initiative to unbutton the front of his pajamas.

The emerald green druid robe she was wearing had naturally disintegrated at some point, and fell to the ground and turned into leaves all over the place. So now, the two of them were facing each other in a completely honest manner!

Feeling the pressure from Willow's full breasts, Hawthorne's face became hot. But it seemed a bit embarrassing to show his retreat at this time. He suppressed his inner shyness and trembled as he said the words that he felt ashamed of: "Okay, dear, then I will satisfy you."

As he said this, he helped Willow to the bed and sat down. Then he bent down, lay on her chest, and took a bud on her chest into his mouth.

"Um……"

Willow groaned in her nose, the tingling sensation of her milk being sucked out made her feel very comfortable. She held Hawthorne's head with one hand, and with the other hand she naturally went down, holding his hard weapon, and began to stroke it back and forth awkwardly.

If it were in the past, she would never take the initiative to do such a thing. But tonight, she felt that she had to do it and please this man who loved her.

……

At this time, in Adele's room, where the satyrs lived.

Recalling the scene she saw during the day, Willow and Hawthorne kissing in the woods, the young girl tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

She was always worried about her mother's condition. If she wasn't careful, Hawthorne would go a step further and even succeed.

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, until it turned into a strong feeling of irritability, making it even more impossible to fall asleep.

In the end, she simply got up, threw back the quilt, and made up her mind.

No, this won't work.

It would be better to go to my mother's room and find a reason to accompany her, so that Hawthorne will not be able to succeed - otherwise, I will feel uneasy!

With this thought in mind, she then got up, rolled out of bed, put on her slippers, opened the door, walked out, walked to the door of her mother's room, and knocked gently: "Mom, are you asleep?"

However, the room was silent and no one responded.

Adele had a bad feeling in her heart, and she knocked on the door hard: "Mom? Are you in there? Mom?!"

But unfortunately, there was still no response from inside. A strong feeling of uneasiness surged in Adele's heart. In the end, she didn't care about anything else. She silently chanted a spell, used knocking magic to force open the door lock, pushed the door open, and then found that there was no one in the room!

Where is mother?

She didn't know it, the fear turned into an invisible big hand, grasping her heart, almost causing her heart and lungs to stop and she couldn't breathe!

Wait, could it be that my mother is now...

A strong sense of worry rose in her heart, and she turned and rushed towards the monastery, the room where Hawthorne had been resting for the past few days.

"what……"

Just as she walked to the window of Hawthorne's room, she suddenly heard a slight murmur, like some kind of extremely comfortable moan.

She paused and turned her head to see that the window of Hawthorne's room was not closed properly, leaving some gaps. Although the curtains were drawn tightly, they could not completely block out the sound.

Adele was no longer a child, so she naturally understood what the sound meant. Suddenly, her steps froze and her expression became hesitant.

Could it be that he is enjoying a nightlife?

If I just knock on the door, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing if it’s not my mother inside?

But just in case...

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth secretly, and then decided not to knock on the door directly, but to silently chant a spell, controlling a breeze, and quietly blew open a gap in the curtains inside through the window, so that she could see clearly what was going on inside.

Then, the scene that came into her eyes struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Chapter 556 Willow's Changes (Part )

Adele couldn't believe her eyes, what did she see?

His mother was sitting naked on the head of the bed, her face flushed, her lips smiling, her eyes like water. She held Hawthorne's head with one hand and reached down with the other hand, stroking the sinful monster between Hawthorne's legs.

Hawthorne lay on his mother's chest, sucking the sweet and warm milk from her chest like himself, and his other hand reached between her legs, middle finger

Reach into the secret garden and tease it into a muddy mess!

Seeing this scene, Adele suddenly felt a buzzing in her head and almost fainted.

She never thought that these two people already had such a close relationship, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other!

When did it happen?!

Why didn't I notice it at all?!

She covered her heart and looked at the room. Her elegant and pure mother, who should have belonged to her alone, was being toyed with by another man. She felt her heart bleeding!

Yes, that's right, when I was recuperating in the monastery, their relationship was actually very close.

But at that time, I thought I had successfully prevented their tryst, so even though I saw many clues, I didn't think about it...

Realizing her own mistakes and omissions, she was filled with hatred.

Why!

Why would my mother give herself to such a playboy?

She suddenly had an urge to cry. She wanted to kneel on the ground and pound it hard, crying loudly with a look of defeat on her face.

But unfortunately, the two people in the room were in high spirits and naturally couldn't hear the girl's inner voice. Hawthorne's breasts and body were stimulated by her skilled techniques. Willow moaned softly, feeling waves of happiness coming one after another, and soon reached the peak of pleasure: "Ah...ah——!"

Her body was limp, her eyes were blurred, and her charming moans became louder and louder. To Adele's ears outside the window, it was more painful than a nail piercing her heart.

But unfortunately, Willow was unaware of her daughter's feelings, and the conversation that made the latter even more uncomfortable continued: "Honey, I...oh..."

Realizing that she had just come, Hawthorne stopped teasing her nipple with his tongue, spit out the bright red grape, and looked her in the eyes.

He also found it hard to bear the shyness in his heart. However, at this moment, like a child who was angry and unwilling to admit defeat, he gritted his teeth and asked Willow, "Do you like it, dear?"

"I like it." Willow, in her ethereal state of mind, had no sense of shame and took the initiative to respond to Hawthorne's question. She even sat up straight, leaned forward, stretched out her pink tongue, and took the initiative to kiss his lips: "I like it very much, you make me very happy. You are so nice, dear."

Hawthorne felt his scalp tingling after hearing these cheesy words. In fact, even the nuns rarely said this to him. Most of the time, they would command him to call them master shyly.

He held on and kissed Willow back on her lips, and after they flirted with each other with their tongues for a while, Willow gradually regained her strength.

She then naturally put her arms around his neck, lay down on the bed, and whispered, "I want more, dear. Use your body to fill me up..."

Hawthorne then moved forward, covered her full breasts with one hand and kneaded them gently, and with the other hand, spread her thighs apart, putting her in a position where she could more easily withstand the impact.

Adele, who was outside the window, heard every word of their conversation, and the satyr girl became even more shocked.

My mother, why would you say such a thing?

Isn't she still in the druid's ethereal state of mind?

No, my gentle and pure mother would never be like this!

Hawthorne——!

She covered her face in pain, realizing that her mother was no longer the same as before. Her desires and longings had turned into the shape of Hawthorne. She was so miserable that she wanted to bury herself in the ground.

But she didn't have too much time to indulge in the pain. Suddenly, another long and satisfied moan from Willow came from the room: "Oh——!"

Adele looked up suddenly and found that while she was lowering her head in pain, Hawthorne had actually straightened his waist and inserted the thick thing into her mother's body!

She didn't even need to adjust the angle; just standing here, she could clearly see how perfectly the two people were connected to each other, with hardly any gap left!

She couldn't believe her eyes. The entrance to the secret garden between Willow's legs was so delicate and narrow. Adele always thought that only something as thick as her thumb could enter it, otherwise it would hurt or even injure her.

But, looking at Hawthorne's thing from a distance, it might be almost as thick as his wrist!

Being touched by such a big thing... Mother... Will it hurt?

She didn't know, she secretly glanced at Willow's expression, and could only see that the latter was now breathing with her mouth slightly open, and the expression on her rosy cheeks looked more like satisfaction than pain.