Witch Monastery

Tonight, there are two other people waiting for his visit.

He took a step and slowly walked to the door of another room. Without knocking, he pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered, before he even had time to close the door, a surprised voice came from inside. Yes, the voice: "Master!"

Then, there was a series of running sounds. Hawthorne turned around and closed the door. Then, a hot but soft body threw itself on him: "Master, I knew you would come!"

This was, of course, Ekta's voice.

The girl's voice was extremely passionate. Before he could even reach the bed, she stood on tiptoe, stretched her head, and asked him for a kiss: "Master, I want..."

She murmured, her voice was like a spoiled child, but the words she said were so obscene. Hawthorne had a smile on his face, and naturally would not reject her courtship. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, while picking up her light and soft body and walking to the bed.

A faint light lit up on the bed. It was Celine who was casting a spell. Even though the thick curtains in the room had been drawn, she chose to use only the faint light for lighting in order not to alert outsiders.

However, this faint light is like the half-covered clothes on a girl, which is more attractive than being completely naked.

Hawthorne held Ekta in his arms and walked to the bedside. In the dim light, he could see that the girl was only wearing a light pink suspender nightgown with a deep "V" shape drawn down her chest.

It is conceivable that if a girl with a figure like Heidi or Celine wore such a nightgown, with her chest lifted up high and her snow-white cleavage fully exposed, she would look so charming and sexy.

But unfortunately, Ekta's figure can only be considered small, so at this moment, she just looks cute.

In comparison, Celine's white nightgown next to her seemed quite conservative, but now she was lying lazily on the bed, with her plump, white and smooth thighs completely exposed. The edge of the nightgown that was lifted up could only barely cover the base of her thighs, making people eager to go in and take a look.

Hawthorne then held Ekta in his arms, lay down on the bed, rested his head on Celine's soft thighs, and gently kissed the fire witch's soft and hot lips.

The latter closed her eyes, opened her mouth with anticipation and a smile, and her white teeth were neatly arranged. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth to make it easier for him to lick, kiss and suck.

While Hawthorne was playing with her tongue, he reached his hand down through her collar into her nightgown and gently kneaded her breasts.

He pinched the already erect nipples with his thumb and index finger, rubbing and pressing them back and forth, stimulating her nerves and making the girl wet quickly.

"Woo..."

Finally, after playing with her tongue enough, Hawthorne separated his lips from hers. Ekta's eyes were a little blurry at this moment, but she still had a smile on her lips. She moved down very skillfully, crawled under his pajamas, found the huge thing familiarly, opened her cherry mouth, and took it all in her mouth.

"what……"

Hawthorne sighed with satisfaction. He could feel that Ekta was swallowing very hard, using her own small mouth to swallow as much of his weapon as possible into her mouth, her tight throat...

He enjoyed his service, then turned his head and looked in Celine's direction.

Without even a hint from his eyes, Celine had already understood what he needed. She untied her nightgown, revealing her exaggeratedly huge breasts.

Then, she came over, bent down, and placed her huge snow-capped peaks on his face. The soft touch covered his entire face, and the delicate fragrance of milk penetrated into his nostrils, giving him incomparable satisfaction from head to toe.

Just doing this, Celine's voice inevitably had some resentment: "Master, you haven't sucked for a long time."

Hawthorne's expression froze for a moment, and then he felt a little embarrassed. This was the truth. After all, no matter how perfect Celine's breasts were, they could only provide him with touch, and could not provide him with abundant and sweet milk like Malena and Willow.

So as time went on, he basically stopped sucking the witches' breasts, and would only suck like a baby when he was with them alone.

Feeling Xilin's loss, he reached out and hugged her upper body, then said softly: "It's okay, you can

to continue. ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth, and took a bright red cherry that was within reach into his mouth, licking and sucking it gently.

"Um……"

Feeling his actions, the resentment on Xilin's face finally disappeared. The feeling of happiness stimulated her mind wave after wave, making her mouth curl up into a wonderful smile.

She stretched out her fingers and gently massaged Hawthorne's temples, and then scratched and rubbed his hair and scalp, stimulating these nerves that he couldn't normally touch. Below, Ekta's little mouth sucked harder, trying to swallow it deeper, almost using the power of her entire mouth to suck hard -

A hot and tight wonderful feeling wrapped around his weapon, and an endlessly wonderful taste attacked his mind. Under the skillful attack of the two witches, soon, even with Hawthorne's current will and endurance, he could not restrain the waves of pleasure that came one after another. His will relaxed a little, and it poured out in Ekta's throat.

Feeling the changes in her mouth, Ekta's brows suddenly frowned. She resisted the urge to cough, and then slowly spat out the huge weapon covered with her saliva.

Then, she gave a silly smile and said, "Master, look."

Hawthorne lowered his head slightly and found that the Fire Witch opened her mouth towards him. With the weak light emitted by Celine, he could clearly see that her pink little tongue was now covered with the sticky liquid he had just released.

She had not yet swallowed them completely, just to show them to Hawthorne at this moment. Her expression was delicate and charming, and looked extremely lewd.

Chapter 691 Ekta's Training (Part )

Hawthorne stretched out his finger and gently hooked her nose, exhaled a long breath, and then hooked his finger: "Come here, Ekta, I have something to ask you."

Ekta was not in a hurry. He swallowed the rest of his mouth first, then crawled to Hawthorne's side using his hands and feet and lay down with his arms as his head resting on them.

Celine was not in a hurry to have another round of stimulation. She lay down next to him and held his arm with her full chest. Hawthorne hugged Ekta's little head, recalling the battle during the day, and suddenly asked: "The spell you used during the day, was it the Fire Wall spell? Have you mastered the fourth-level spell?"

Fire Wall, a fourth-level spell, has the effect, as the name suggests, of erecting a high wall made entirely of fire. It can be used to block roads in complex terrain.

The Fire Witch had only mastered the third-level spells for a short time, and now she was suddenly able to cast fourth-level spells. This surprised him to some extent, and he naturally couldn't help but want to ask her what was going on.

It would be great if she really mastered some technique to become stronger quickly.

Ekta blinked slightly and shook his head: "No, oh, if you insist, it can be considered as such."

She answered in an uncertain tone: "At that time, I just felt that this method would be more efficient, so I tried it. I didn't expect it to be so useful."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became confused, as if she was lost in some distant memory: "Just these few days, after listening to what the Red Dragonborn said, I also had a lot of new ideas..."

As she said this, she stretched out her hand, and suddenly a flame ignited in her hand, emitting blazing heat and light.

And then, Hawthorne actually began to spin in her palm, forming a small fire tornado, emitting heat evenly but violently to the outside.

Hawthorne's expression suddenly became extremely surprised: "Firestorm?"

He had been trying to learn this new spell, but the difficulty of learning the seventh-ring spell was even higher. Even though he tried his best to study hard, he was still stuck at the last step and could not condense the magic power into the shape of a tornado.

And now, seeing Ekta suddenly use the youth version of this spell, he even felt a little jealous for a moment.

Ekta blinked at his surprised expression and said, "Ah, I noticed once before that the master was performing this spell, so I took a peek."

"There's no way to release it over such a large area, but it's no problem to make the flame take shape."

Looking at her innocent expression, Hawthorne couldn't help but let out a wry smile, his heart filled with emotion.

Alas, the magical talents of humans and witches are truly completely incomparable!

"Have you summarized these techniques?" he asked, eager to master this spell.

"Yes." Ekta said, but then she curled her lips and said, "Well... I'm not very good at explaining it. How about I just share that feeling with you?"

Hawthorne immediately understood what she wanted to do, so he changed his position slightly, lying on the bed in a more comfortable position, and said, "You do it, dear."

Ekta's mouth curled up, and she smiled slightly excitedly. She then climbed onto Hawthorne's body, straightened the majestic weapon, pointed it directly at the ceiling of the room, sat on it with her body, and aimed the tip at the petite entrance of her secret garden, then slowly moved down -

"Hmm..." She panted, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. Every time the weapon squeezed in a millimeter, it would stretch open a large piece of soft flesh that was originally tightly closed, scraping many flesh folds full of nerves, giving her huge pressure and endless wonderful touch.

sense.

However, her strength seemed to have its limits. When she had taken nearly half of his weapon in, she began to feel overwhelmed. Her tight body tightly clamped his weapon, and any attempt to go deeper would feel a huge resistance.

"what……"

Ekta's body leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her arms as slender as lotus roots. Her two slender, bright, white legs were spread out to both sides in an "eight" shape, stretching her body as wide as possible to accommodate more.

Her body slowly moved downwards, but every time she exerted force to move her body down an inch, the pleasure brought by the sensitive soft flesh in her body being squeezed open would make her unable to restrain herself, and a beautiful moan would come from her throat.

Hawthorne watched her attempt and finally decided to help her. He placed his hands on her thighs, found the right direction to apply force, pressed down hard, and thrust his waist upward at the same time.

"what--!"

The half of the weapon that was still outside was immediately completely inserted into her body, completely filling her flesh. The witch's adaptability allowed her to barely completely accommodate his body, but the feeling it brought also made her mind empty, and she couldn't move at all!

The intense pleasure made her completely lose consciousness for a moment.

She just sat on Hawthorne's lower body, her body stiff, as if she had lost her soul, and she didn't move at all.

Her two round, white, slender long legs stretched forward, and her white, plump little feet stood upright next to Hawthorne's upper arm. Her toes were plump and greasy like pearls, and the flesh of her plump soles was soft and white with a rosy glow.

Knowing that Ekta was still getting used to his weapon, Hawthorne was not in a hurry to launch an attack. He enjoyed the feeling of his weapon being tightly held by the hot and tight passage, and couldn't help but sigh in comfort.

Looking at her little feet, Hawthorne suddenly became playful. He reached out and held one of her little feet in his hand. He rubbed the soft flesh of her sole with his thumb and fiddled with her toes, playing with them carefully.

He had never played like this before, and he suddenly felt a lot of fun trying it. Even without wearing milky white stockings, the color of Ekta's feet was still like some kind of ice cream, and it even looked delicious.

So he kept kneading her feet, occasionally gently scratching the soles of her feet, trying to stimulate her nerves in this way and give her a comfortable experience.

The tingling sensation came from the soles of her feet. The new stimulation brought Ekta back to her senses. She lowered her beautiful eyes and looked at Hawthorne, with an excited smile on her lips: "Master, do you like my feet?"

Hawthorne felt a little embarrassed. He felt as if he was awakening a new interest, but he was psychologically too embarrassed to admit it for the time being.

However, he continued to play with her toes, kneading the delicate soft flesh on the soles of her feet, while saying, "Just keep going, dear."

Ekta laughed, and for the time being, he stopped thinking about how to play with his feet in the most interesting way. Recalling his many insights in casting spells, he silently mobilized the magic power in his body. He did not start to flexibly swing his waist back and forth like Cuibisi in the past, but played a new technique.

Instead, it makes the things inside your body start to move.

Ekta's essence was a witch, and her body was made of magic power. So when she mobilized the magic power in her body, the muscles in the core area of ​​her body began to wriggle.

They began to contract and squeeze with greater force, and then relaxed rapidly, stimulating continuously from top to bottom and from front to back.

Then Hawthorne felt as if there were countless gentle little mouths inside Ekta's body, kissing his weapon continuously, stimulating every inch of nerves on it, bringing continuous comfortable feelings, making him almost unable to hold back from shouting out.

He enjoyed all of this, his mind gradually became empty, he no longer had any unnecessary thoughts, and he focused on enjoying Ekta's service.

Since being purified by him, every witch has established a connection with him in the soul. Although it cannot reach the level of real-time telepathic communication, they can feel each other's thoughts in the vagueness.

Ekta was not good at using concrete language to describe the abstract experience of calling upon magic power, but this method that surpassed language could serve as an excellent substitute. So at this moment, when Ekta recalled the way he controlled the flames and turned the magic power in his body, Hawthorne could gradually sense the feeling of controlling the flames to rotate and spread.

Chapter 692: Ekta's Training (IV)

Celine sat on the bed, letting Hawthorne's head rest on her thighs, her bare hands gently stroking his hair, with a slightly kind smile on her face.

She did not massage his scalp or various acupoints. She knew that he was at a critical point in experiencing Ekta's magic and was not simply enjoying the pleasure of making love with them. Therefore, she did not stimulate him more to avoid causing him unnecessary interference.

Hawthorne was then able to relax and devote himself completely to the spiritual and physical union with Ekta.

He seemed to have separated from his own body and merged with Ekta's vast and blazing magic power. He could freely control all the flames in the world, and then observe, understand, and finally control the flow of these flames from a more fundamental place.

When this feeling reaches its peak, his mind is completely relaxed and he is not affected by the outside world.

With a little resistance and defense, the fiery power in his body burst out.

Endless magic power circulated between him and Ekta, and Ekta's body became more and more excited and agitated. Her body moved in waves, and a powerful sucking force came from the deepest part of her body, as if to completely squeeze Hawthorne's body dry, until not a drop was left.

But it was obvious that she didn't have the strength. After Hawthorne released the heat in her body, her body softened and she fell back on the bed with a dazed look in her eyes, obviously she was extremely happy.

As she lay down, the weapon that was deep inside her body but still stood firm was slowly pulled out, and finally bounced out, bringing out some white sticky turbid liquid, which looked extremely obscene.

Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, slowly recalled what he had just realized, and digested these experiences.

He also had some vague feelings, but they were very fragmentary. What he was doing now was to organize them systematically and summarize them into his own so that he could cast spells later.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, with a light shining in them, and he had many new insights into the knowledge that Ekta had shared with him.

At the same time, his expression was still full of energy, without much fatigue. After all, he had barely moved from beginning to end, and even though his nerves were tense when he was excited, his current physical condition meant that the energy consumption was minimal.

He still had enough energy, so he turned around and saw Ekta lying in a daze. What she had done just now seemed to have consumed her mental and physical energy far more than she had imagined. Her legs were now spread apart, far from being able to close. White sticky liquid was faintly visible from the gap between her legs, between her vertical pink lips, but it had not yet flowed down the inner wall of her thighs.

Hawthorne then came over, lay down next to her, and gently pinched her nose: "Thank you for your hard work, dear."

Ekta grinned and gave a silly smile: "Master, do you feel it?"

Hawthorne nodded: "I feel it, thank you."

Ekta lay in his arms, curled up comfortably. However, her hot body continued to radiate heat, warming Hawthorne's body.

Hawthorne hugged her and gently stroked her hair, his love and care needing no words.

Ekta breathed in his scent and seemed to regain some strength. She raised her head and looked at him, and suddenly a new idea came to her mind.

"Master, do you like my feet?" She asked eagerly, tentatively and excitedly. Before this, Hawthorne had never shown any interest in feet, and the witches had never been interested in this area, so they had never developed any ways to play in this area.

Today, Ekta suddenly realized that Hawthorne was interested in playing with her feet, and she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

After all, other witches failed to arouse Hawthorne's interest in this regard, but she did it. The sense of accomplishment brought by this made her involuntarily maintain her superiority in front of others.

Hawthorne was a little embarrassed when his thoughts were suddenly exposed. But then he changed his mind and realized that he had nothing to hide about his witches, so he suppressed his shyness and admitted openly, "Indeed, I thought they were pretty and fun just now."

Ekta was so excited that she almost exploded, and a flush of passion appeared on her delicate face. Even though she was very tired at this moment, she didn't care about her current physical condition at all. She twisted her body, turned sideways, and then picked up one of her legs and stretched a tender white foot into his hand: "Then, Master, play with me for a while longer!"

Hawthorne looked at her excited expression, thought for a moment, and did not refuse. He reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the sole of her foot, massaging and kneading it carefully.

Ekta's face soon turned red. At this moment, she focused all her energy and attention on her feet, experiencing Hawthorne's invasion, twisting her body slightly in uneasiness and excitement.

Her body is made directly of magic, so she can freely focus or relax her senses all over her body - in other words, when she wants, she can make a part of her body much more sensitive than a normal person.

So at this moment, when Hawthorne began to massage, the unique excitement and stimulation made his heart beat faster and he couldn't stop.

Hawthorne maintained a gentle frequency of massaging, looking at her toes so close to him, each of which looked like pearls in milk tea. Suddenly, he became playful and lowered his head, got close to her feet, put one of the toes in his mouth, and then gently nibbled and sucked it with his teeth.

The natural high temperature of Ekta's body made him feel like he was eating a slightly hot soft candy. However, although it didn't taste sweet, the novelty brought by this experience made him extremely excited.