Witch Monastery

Hawthorne thought this deal was fair, but unfortunately, in front of him, Sulfaro laughed up to the sky: "Hahahaha, do you think I will agree to you? Naive human?"

Hawthorne stared at her: "You were once an angel, so you should understand how trustworthy people like us are."

"I will definitely do what I promised you, and I will never play word games like the devils do. You should know better than me how the followers of the Goddess of Life act."

Sulfaro stopped smiling and stared at him coldly: "Yes, I believe you will keep your word. But, I don't accept this deal."

Hawthorne frowned, "Tell me your terms, Sulfaro!"

He thought the fallen angel was asking for an exorbitant price, so he began to count the chips he had.

But unfortunately, for Sulfaro, there was no room for negotiation from the beginning: "I have no conditions to negotiate, because I cannot accept your conditions!"

Her scarlet eyes stared into Hawthorne's, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out words one by one: "The Dark Angels are all my life's work. For them, I would betray the God who created me, deceive all my colleagues, and even the mortal family that once followed me would perish for this!"

"Hawthorne, you want me to give up on them completely just based on your few words? Haha, even if I die and my soul is destroyed by you, I will never agree to such a request!"

She stared at Hawthorne and spoke in a crazy tone.

However, this exaggerated expression was just an appearance. At this moment, she was very sure that Hawthorne, who cared about the lives of the dark angels, would never really kill her!

He wouldn't even let her stay in this empty place anymore. She knew he was afraid, afraid that something really happened to him and those women would be disturbed!

This life connection is her biggest bargaining chip at the moment. No matter what, she will never give up!

Seeing that she was so stubborn, Hawthorne's expression gradually became cold.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Are you so sure that I have no way to deal with you except killing you?"

His voice became colder and colder, and Sulfaro stared at him: "Use whatever tricks you have, believer of the Goddess of Life."

"I can only tell you that all the damage you have done to me will be fed back to the Dark Angels. I look forward to your methods. Haha, I have seen the devil

The methods used by ghosts to torture people, don't be so childish, you disappoint me!"

Hawthorne stared at her, but he did not become angry as Sulfaro had expected. Instead, he suddenly smiled with relief, as if he had unloaded some psychological burden.

"Okay, that's good." He smiled and nodded gently, "I've already given you a chance, Sulfaro."

"I was originally regretting that the methods I could use in the upgraded dungeon might not be of any use. After all, after the witches were purified by me, they were all so obedient that they didn't need those cruel methods at all."

Sulfaro didn't understand what he said, but she had a bad feeling in her heart. Ignoring her thoughts, Hawthorne smiled brightly, as if he couldn't stop being excited, and said to himself: "But now it seems that the toys in there are still worth playing with!"

"Sulfaro, you will be the first person in the world to see the true appearance of the monastery prison dungeon!"

After leaving these words, Hawthorne turned and left. Sulfaro felt a chill in her heart. Her intuition told her that some unimaginable horror was approaching, and she would become something she would never have thought of before!

Her heart was trembling, but it was too late to beg for mercy. She could only force herself to keep her expression, sneer, and say to Hawthorne's back: "Use whatever means you have, I'm ready to accompany you at any time!"

Hawthorne ignored her, left this little world, and went back outside. The whole world once again returned to a lonely and boring blank. Sulfaro thought that today would pass like this, and he couldn't help feeling lonely in his heart. He couldn't help but secretly look forward to his next visit.

However, then, the portal opened again, and a huge gravitational force came, and the fallen angel was sucked in uncontrollably, and then returned to the material world.

"Um--"

She fell to the ground, but found that the ground was covered with hay, so she didn't feel any pain.

She got up and looked around, and found that this seemed to be an underground prison. There was a thick iron fence in front, and there was not even a skylight on the wall. There was only a brazier for lighting in the passage. The flames inside kept swaying, making the shadows here shake back and forth, making it look even more terrifying.

He let me back into the material world?

As soon as this thought came to Sulfaro's mind, she soon discovered that there was still no magic power here, and she could not recover any strength at all.

Then, she heard the sound of chains colliding. Four thick chains came over quickly, tied her hands and feet, and pulled her body against the wall, making her unable to move in an instant.

"Um--!"

Sulfaro couldn't help but groan as her head hit the wall behind her. She looked up and saw Hawthorne standing in the underground prison, looking at her coldly with cold eyes.

In response, the fallen angel sneered, but his heart was filled with joy at escaping from that monotonous world: "What other tricks do you have? Use them all. I will definitely accompany you to the end!"

She remained unyielding, but her eyes began to swirl around, constantly looking around, her brain began to think rapidly, and she came up with a plan of escape, trying to figure out the feasibility of these strategies...

In front, Hawthorne said softly, as if he was ready: "Don't worry, you don't have to be tough, Sulfaro."

"I'm ready for the punishment you deserve."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out a pair of sharp scissors from the dimensional bag at his waist.

Before this, the exquisite white leather armor on Sulfaro's body had been broken into pieces by the explosion of his magic power, with not many intact parts left.

Including the chest area of ​​her leather armor. Her towering breasts make the torn leather armor bulge out, and the snow-white and delicate breast flesh is clearly visible, making people worry about her. If she does some strenuous exercise, the leather armor on her chest will be torn apart, and her two plump breasts will bounce out.

Hawthorne was not polite. He opened the scissors, reached down from her collar, and then cut hard -

click -

So her outer leather armor and the middle connecting part of the white bra she was wearing inside were all cut off, and the two pieces of clothing fell off together, and her plump breasts that had been tightly bound for a long time bounced out!

The physique of an angel is not comparable to that of an ordinary person, at least this is true for Sulfaro. She is obviously an old angel who is over a thousand years old, and her breasts are not much inferior to Malena's. However, her proud breasts are not only as straight as those of a 14 or 15-year-old girl, but also have no signs of sagging. Even the color of her nipples and areolas is a light red and attractive color, which makes people's appetite increase at a glance.

Sulfaro's mind trembled, and her heart could not help but beat wildly. Although she had thousands of years of combat experience and had blessed mortal families with her power, these were all indirect contacts. She cut her fingertips and smeared a drop of blood on the forehead of the blessed person, which was equivalent to completing the entire blessing ceremony.

As for exposing her body in front of the opposite sex, or even having sex with the opposite sex, as a chaste fighting angel, she had never done that before.

As for the fall, because of indulging in

Having to create a new life and avoid being hunted by her former colleagues, she had no time to think about experiencing sexual activities. Her mind was filled with her great career.

So, when Hawthorne undressed her and let her reveal her naked body which had never been exposed like this before, her performance was not much better than that of some virgin girls!

Chapter 617: Training Sulfaro (Part )

A blush quickly climbed onto Sulfaro's cheeks, and her body trembled slightly due to nervousness. However, the idea of ​​losing the battle rather than the fight echoed in her mind, and the fallen angel stiffened his neck, still arrogant: "So these are all your tricks? Ha, do you think this can make me surrender?"

"You underestimate me, Hawthorne. After leaving Mount Heaven, I have to make love with seven or eight apes from the bottomless abyss every day. Only in this way can I vent my own desires. Ha, I hope that little toothpick of yours won't make me vent before I can even get excited!"

She said this, hoping to disgust Hawthorne and maybe make him give up the idea of ​​continuing to do this.

But unfortunately, Hawthorne smiled softly: "I hope you can still laugh later."

He had experienced a lot, so how could he not know how the inexperienced girls would react to this kind of lovemaking?

At the moment, Sulfaro's physical reactions were exactly the same as his experience, so he could tell at a glance that this fallen angel was just being stubborn!

And, I hope you can still be as stubborn as before.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand, and two small clips made of soft rubber flew out from behind. Under Sulfaro's nervous eyes, he pinched the clips open and clamped them on her nipples.

"Um--"

Sulfaro frowned slightly and uttered a muffled groan. The clamp was not very strong, but it had many tiny bumps on it, which stimulated the nerves of her nipples, causing a tingling sensation to quickly hit her head, and the sensitive cherries on the clamped nipples quickly became engorged and erect!

Her white and delicate breasts began to turn red, which meant that her body began to react. She endured the feeling, biting her teeth lightly, trying to resist this unprecedented pleasure with her willpower, but then Hawthorne clamped her other cherry with another clamp!

"Uh……"

She couldn't help but gasp softly, but this wasn't even the end. She didn't know if it was her illusion or if the nipple clamps really had some magical power, but she suddenly felt the raised particles on them slowly moving back and forth, as if they had consciousness, gently chewing on the sensitive spots of her breasts!

Even when Hawthorne's fingers lightly touched the nipple clamps, a little electric current suddenly hit her, causing her muscles to tense up uncontrollably: "Ah——!"

She couldn't help but let out a soft moan from her throat, and her whole body instantly tensed, straightened, and trembled. While she was trembling, a stream of heat couldn't help but flow out from her lower body, and in a blink of an eye it wet her underwear under her clothes.

Under the attack of the powerful little toys produced by the third-level dungeon, in less than a minute, this fallen angel, who had been lonely for a long time, had already orgasmed.

"call……"

She breathed heavily, resisting the continuous pleasure coming from her chest, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a rudder, and it had no effect at all.

Hawthorne ignored her reaction at this moment. He was like a master craftsman who was concentrating on his work. He carefully put the scissors into her leather pants and cut them open.

Along with the sound of leather being cut, her pants, which were already full of holes, along with the underwear inside, were also cut open, revealing the snow-white and delicate skin underneath, and the vaguely visible mysterious garden.

Hawthorne put the scissors aside, and Sulfaro subconsciously clamped her legs together, but it couldn't stop his movements. He then reached out and took off her leather pants, and then took off her pure white underwear, revealing the pink secret garden between her snowy thighs.

When he saw the situation there clearly, he was a little surprised. Not only was it wet, but her pure white panties were also wet.

Realizing what had just happened to her, Hawthorne was a little surprised: "Wait, you just..."

Responding to the time when she screamed just now, he couldn't help but chuckle: "I thought you could last longer, but I didn't expect you to be so fast. Tsk, this should be less than a minute?"

Facing Sulfaro's annoyed look, he showed a slightly mocking smile: "To be honest, if there is a world record for the fastest ejaculation in this world, you should have created a new record, Sulfaro."

Sulfaro glared at him, gritting his teeth. Just as she was about to say something sarcastic to Hawthorne in a mocking tone, she felt a sudden tingling electric current in her nipple, which immediately softened her strength. Her scarlet eyes became as gentle and blurred as water, and only charming gasps remained in her moist little mouth.

Ignoring her response, Hawthorne lowered his head and raised his hand, and a thick marker appeared in his hand.

The chains that bound Sulfaro's legs were cleverly spread apart, forcing her thighs to spread wide apart, exposing her secret garden completely to Hawthorne's eyes while also showing her flawless, white inner thighs to him.

Hawthorne then squatted down

, between her thighs, but not to tease the soybean-sized sensitive bud between her legs, which was now engorged and erect, but to use a marker to write the following line of Chinese characters on her left thigh: "Ejaculation: One"

This is not the Chinese character "一", but the first stroke of the Chinese character "正", indicating that during the training process, this fallen angel has been played to the point of orgasm once.

After making this record, he put away the marker and stretched out his hand, and a towel, a box of ointment, and a sharp depilatory cream flew over from a distance.

His eyes fell on Sulfaro's lower abdomen. This war angel was obviously strong, but her body fat was maintained very well. Her hourglass figure made her waist appear to be retracted inward.

Only some muscle lines could be vaguely seen on his flat abdomen, which was smooth and without a trace of fat. Anyone who came to see it would exclaim that it was perfect.

Following her clean, small and sexy belly button, Hawthorne's eyes fell on the black and red hair in the triangular area of ​​her body.

Although I knew that she had no sexual experience, her hair seemed to have been specially groomed. It was neither so thick and lush that it covered places where it shouldn't be, nor so sparse that it seemed as if it had not developed fully.

They just happen to be in the shape of an inverted triangle, and the length of the hair is exactly the same, as if this fallen angel also consciously takes care of his body all the time, which is why he presents such an alluring posture.

However, Hawthorne did not bring these things to admire her hair. He first performed the water-making magic, soaked the towel in his hand with hot water, then folded it and covered her hair in the triangular area, using the heat to completely soak and heat her body there, relax her muscles, and dilate her pores, in preparation for what was to be done later.

Then he turned around and took off her shoes and went about doing other things.

After waiting for a few minutes, he moved the hot towel away and applied the ointment on it, creating many bubbles.

Finally, he took out the razor and began to shave along the contour of the hair.

Sulfaro looked at him angrily, but she gritted her teeth and couldn't say a word. The stimulation of her breasts continued in waves, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. She was afraid that if she relaxed and opened her mouth, she would not say sarcastic words, but only a shameful moan!

She could only watch as Hawthorne shaved off all the hair on her lower body, leaving not a single strand, turning her into an artificial white tiger.

However, this was not the end. After shaving all the hair there, Hawthorne waved his hand again, and a very modern tattoo sticker flew over from a distance. It had a pink pattern in the shape of a uterus, and it also emitted a faint magical glow.

Hawthorne used another dry towel to dry the skin below her belly, and then put the tattoo sticker on it, sticking it right on top.

hum-

When the shape of the tattoo touched Sulfaro's skin, invisible waves of magic penetrated into her body and then spread out.

Chapter 618: Training Sulfaro (Part )

Sulfaro's body suddenly contracted uncontrollably. A feeling of emptiness came from her lower body, making her want to squeeze her thighs together again and again.

"Uh-huh……"

The empty feeling of wanting to be filled with something tormented her nerves, causing her throat to emit longing moans again.

She lowered her head and looked at her lower abdomen, and saw that the light on the lines became brighter and brighter, as if it had its own life and was cheering excitedly!

"Damn you!" she cursed, but Hawthorne's fingers pressed on the sensitive bud in the center of her garden, "Oh..."

The strong stimulation interrupted what she wanted to say. Hawthorne's fingertips circled there, gently rubbing and stimulating the most sensitive point.

With the magnifying effect of the lustful pattern, the intense pleasure quickly spread throughout Sulfaro's body, surrounding her mind, making her unable to stop moaning loudly and clearly: "Ah - Ah -!"

She screamed, and suddenly a stream of warm water flowed out of the garden, slowly flowing down her buttocks.

Hawthorne hadn't even really begun to demonstrate her skills before she reached the peak of pleasure for the second time.

"It's really... useless."

After the peak of joy passed, Hawthorne shook his head and sighed as he looked at Sulfaro, whose face and chest were flushed and whose towering breasts were still rising and falling as he gasped.

He then took out the marker again and added another stroke to the right side of her left thigh, while saying, "With your endurance, how did you become a battle angel?"

Sulfaro glared at him. Hearing that he actually denied his past glory, he could not help but retort: ​​"I used to...oh..."

However, just as she opened her mouth, Hawthorne's middle finger slowly penetrated into the passage of her secret garden. The blunt fingertips began to deliberately touch, tease, and seduce her desire. A stronger tingling pleasure came over her heart, forcing her to interrupt her words!

Her body exerted force involuntarily, and the tight and slippery passage clamped his fingers, as if to prevent him from further penetration. However, the soft flesh inside trembled and squirmed involuntarily, and a sense of attraction suddenly came over her, as if she didn't want him to leave!

This contradictory reaction made Hawthorne couldn't help but laugh. He raised his head and took a look, and found that the woman's eyes were dazed, as if she had come back feeling again.

Oh, the third-level monastery dungeon is already aimed at bosses with extremely high challenge levels and strong endurance. Using it to deal with an inexperienced fallen angel is simply an overkill.

As he thought this, he slowly accelerated the speed of his middle finger, hooked it up, constantly teasing her desire and arousing her reaction, and then suddenly, he stuffed his ring finger in as well.

"Well--!"

The pleasure brought by the two fingers rolling and stirring inside her body at the same time came in waves, attacking her mind and making her scream uncontrollably for the third time: "Ah...Ah-ah-ah-ah!"