Witch Monastery

So what kind of torture must she have endured during these hundred years?

He misunderstood this way, and with the cases of Malena and Willow in front of him, he naturally thought about what Zora was longing for at that moment.

But as soon as his heart softened, his body stiffened, his sword drawn, his fingers pointed angrily at the sky, and he couldn't contain himself at all.

他忍

He held her body with both hands and whispered, "People shouldn't live in hatred all the time. Since the Banrui family has suffered a heavy blow, you should also start trying to move towards a new life."

Zora smiled softly.

"Maybe... but after tonight, revenge will continue. I will not stop until the Banry family is destroyed." She whispered softly in his ear, calling his name, "But tonight will be an exception, Hawthorne, because you called me... Will you help me forget him?"

This was her idea. Hawthorne had helped her accomplish so much, and now he wanted her again. Coincidentally, she did not reject him and even admired him a little.

So tonight, she was willing to give herself to him.

Hawthorne hugged her and asked softly, "What about the future? Are you still planning to fight to the death with the Baenre family in Menzoberranzan?"

He actually felt a little sympathy for the female dark elf. He felt that there were better options for the Harun family. At least there was no need to stay there and fight to the death with the Banrui family.

Wouldn't it be better to leave Menzoberranzan like other families, develop elsewhere, and then slowly look for opportunities?

Like, follow him?

He thought so, but unfortunately, Zora was very stubborn and still insisted on his own point of view.

"You don't have to worry. My revenge will not drag you into deeper trouble." She whispered, "After tonight, I will leave and return to the Underdark. In the future, we will never see each other again."

"The revenge of the Baenre family or even the Spider Queen will not affect your fate."

Hawthorne glanced at her expression and thought that although this female elf was stubborn, she was still quite loyal.

He then didn't think any more, reached out, and hugged her body from the front: "Well, ma'am, it's my pleasure."

As he spoke, he gradually hugged her tighter.

Zora closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of Hawthorne greedily and obsessively, her hands wandering unruly over his body, slowly unbuttoning his pajamas.

"You don't have to worry about your nuns finding out." Zora suddenly said, as if she was thinking of him. "I will keep the secret of tonight forever. Even if you are buried in a grave a hundred years later, no third person will know about it."

She made this promise, completely unaware that her eldest daughter had already guessed what she was going to do that night.

Hawthorne curled his lips and thought to himself, you really don't know how to say anything nice, as if I have absolutely no hope of becoming a legend and gaining a longer life.

But even though he thought so, he was not annoyed at all by Zora's words. Instead, he felt that the dark elf's straightforwardness was a bit cute.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her pale hair.

Yes, that's right, it is indeed possible that this will be the last time we meet within a hundred years.

In that case, let her be satisfied.

Chapter 792: Zhuola's Initiative (Part )

Hawthorne was no longer reserved. He stretched out his hands, climbed onto her smooth and delicate shoulders, and slowly slid her shoulder straps off. Then the whole dress was slowly taken off, revealing her naked body underneath.

The low-cut dress that Zora was wearing was not difficult to unbutton, and Hawthorne was already an expert at unbuttoning people's clothes, so under the cold moonlight, the delicate skin of this female elf, as delicate as dark chocolate, was completely exposed to his sight. Her full and firm breasts stood proudly on her chest, and the dark red cherry on top shone like a gem against the dark and shiny skin.

He reached out and gently stroked her back, then gradually moved his hand to the front and held each of her firm breasts in one hand.

Even though she is a mother and has several children, there are still racial restrictions. Zora's breasts are not as big as those of Malena and Willow.

However, she was, after all, a seasoned purple worm hunter with three or four hundred years of combat experience, and perhaps one of the top assassins in the city of Menzoberranzan. Years of training had prevented her breasts from sagging at all. Instead, they were very tight, firm and elastic. He had just grasped them with his hands when he felt an astonishing force rebounding from the breast flesh, which in turn pressed on his fingers, making his palms weak and at a loss.

This was a rare experience, and Hawthorne couldn't help but marvel at it. He then changed his strategy, stretched out two fingers, pinched her two dark red pearls that were already engorged and erect, and teased and grinded them carefully.

At the same time, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and gently bit the elf's pointed ear, nibbling and gnawing on it.

This is the experience gained from Kassadin. The ears are another sensitive point of theirs. They may not be affected on normal days, but if they are in a state of excitement, a little stimulation can make the elves tremble with excitement and quickly get into the mood.

"Oh……"

The three sensitive parts of her body were stimulated at the same time, and Zora couldn't help but let out a low moan from her throat. A hundred years of endurance brought a hundred years of thirst. At four hundred years old, she was like extremely irritable firewood. A little spark could cause a raging fire.

She quietly unbuttoned his pajamas, reached inside, and then grasped the huge weapon that was already engorged with blood. When she touched the huge, burning object, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and her tone was full of surprise: "Wait, this..."

Hawthorne turned over and pressed her under him: "Don't be surprised, ma'am, I am a human being."

He then stopped talking, lowered his head, and kissed her lips gently. Zhuola couldn't help but recall the size in her memory, comparing them with each other. For a moment, she almost couldn't help but start to doubt whether there was any deviation in her memory of a hundred years.

She barely suppressed the shock in her heart and closed her eyes. Even though her heart was still pounding, she did not delay her actions. She raised her head and kissed him back on the lips. At the same time, she slowly stroked the top of his huge thing with her hands, stimulating his nerves and helping him find the feeling.

Hawthorne did not French kiss her, but slowly kissed his way down, sliding across her slender neck, delicate collarbone, firm breasts, and finally slowly took one of her dark red grapes into his mouth.

He licked, bit, and sucked gently, and his skillful technique made Zora moan uncontrollably, and she even paused in her stroking. However, he soon found to his disappointment that there was no milk here any longer, and even though her skin was the color of chocolate, it could not provide him with any sweet and mellow taste.

However, he was not disappointed for too long. One hand continued to explore downwards, sliding across her toned and firm belly, circling her round and sexy belly button, and without pausing for too long, he continued downwards, passing through the dense white grass growing in the black triangle area, and skillfully found the entrance to the garden between her legs, which was already flooded with juice.

He inserted a finger inside, twisting it gently teasingly, his eyes watching Zora's reaction, searching for the most sensitive area inside her body.

He was no longer the rookie he was back then. When his fingertips gently rubbed and circled Zora's vagina, the dark elf's tight and muscular thighs suddenly clamped his hands, and his whole body tensed up, with a long sound coming from his throat: "Oh——"

She panted, indicating that Hawthorne had found the right spot. He ignored Zora's tense body and flushed cheeks, and kept circling and rubbing his fingers near that area. Even though the force was very light, the speed was getting faster and faster, bringing waves of intense stimulation to Zora's mind.

The dark elf's red pupils were already blurred. She bit her lower lip, as if instinctively wanting to resist this pleasure. However, her will was obviously unable to resist the instinctive desire of her body that had accumulated for a hundred years. The flood of pleasure soon completely broke through the dam of her will, followed by a torrent of pain: "Ah——!"

She screamed, her legs tensed, her beautiful buttocks like chocolate cakes trembled violently, and more wet liquid flowed out. It was less than three minutes, and she had already gone once.

Hawthorne gradually stopped moving and looked down at Zora's miserable appearance. He thought that her reaction was exactly the same as that of Malena and Willow when they first became intimate with him.

He slowly waited for Zora's body to relax, then pulled his fingers out of her body, carrying a lot of wet mucus, and then put them into her mouth, smeared them on her little tongue, letting her taste buds taste his own flavor.

Zhuola did not resist at all and let him do what he wanted to her. She even took the initiative to stick out her tongue and lick his fingers. After cleaning them for him, she could not help but say, "You are even more powerful than I thought."

As she said this, she turned over and pressed Hawthorne under her body. Then she turned back and held his weapon again with one hand: "But now, let me take over. Please see the unique skills of the dark elf."

As she spoke, she looked at the huge weapon in front of her, which was beyond her previous imagination. She swallowed slowly, sighing that the differences in physical details between different races could be so huge. Then she tried hard to open her purple-red mouth and swallowed the behemoth into her mouth.

"Ah..." Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh. He could feel Zora's small mouth swallowing and sucking his weapon as hard as possible. The flexible tongue was circling around the tip of his weapon, giving him wonderful stimulation.

The space in Zora's mouth seemed a little small. Even though he had not yet penetrated deep into her throat, he could still feel the compact flesh wrapping around him, squeezing his weapon, stimulating his nerves, and making him feel extremely wonderful.

But he didn't want to surrender so quickly. At this moment, he and Zora were in a 69 position with their lower bodies facing each other. So when he looked up, he could see the dark elf's tight and perky black buttocks, and her slender, tight and delicate thighs.

Between her slender and beautiful legs, the soft, plump, dark red vertical lips were slightly opening and closing, and the entrance to the secret garden in the middle was dripping with the juice of desire.

He stretched out his hands, covered the woman's firm buttocks, and gently grasped and rubbed them. In addition to the delicate and soft touch, he could feel the tight force that bounced back from Zora's buttocks when he applied force with his fingers.

His hands were circling and kneading, and the dry back door entrance hidden in the crotch was slightly revealed, forming a sharp contrast with the wet garden entrance below.

Hawthorne's head dropped slightly, then he moved his mouth to those wet lips and began to lick and kiss them gently.

He was not in a hurry. After kissing in circles, he pinched the buds that had already been engorged and erect, then stuck out his tongue and swirled around them.

"Oh……"

He teased skillfully, and in contrast, Zora's response was

Her movements were a little awkward. After all, she hadn't done it with a man for a hundred years, and her skills, which were once very skillful, had long since been abandoned. As a result, she was increasingly unable to keep up with Hawthorne's rhythm, and in the end, she could only completely let him guide and manipulate her.

Chapter 793 Zhuola's Initiative (Part )

Zhuola panted, and her sucking of Hawthorne's weapon paused, and she let out a heavy moan. She tried to keep up with his rhythm, sucking and licking hard, trying to accommodate his weapon into her mouth as much as possible, and even let the head go deep into her throat, trying to let him come out before she ejaculated.

However, the battle-hardened Hawthorne could fully withstand this level of oppression from her. Although the pleasure from the oppression in his lower body came in waves and hit his head, making his soul seem to tremble, he used his willpower to firmly suppress the urge to release.

He continued to rub Zora's firm buttocks with both hands, making them open and close, causing the muscles in her entire secret area to wriggle. At the same time, he continued to cooperate with his mouth and tongue to lick and suck to attack Zora's most sensitive parts.

"oh oh--!"

Finally, it was the dark elf who could no longer bear it. She had to spit out Hawthorne's weapon from her mouth, and then pressed her face against the hideous object covered with her saliva, letting the blood-filled and hot behemoth slap her nose and forehead, screaming uncontrollably.

Under the crushing power of Hawthorne's pure technique, she quickly reached her second climax of the night.

Realizing that some warmth was pouring out of her body, Hawthorne paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly, appreciating the woman's expression at the moment.

At this moment, Zhuola's dark face was flushed, but the afterglow had not completely faded. She also turned her head and looked back, her blurred eyes met with Huo Sang's, her voice trembling slightly, and she couldn't help but ask: "Why are you..."

She obviously couldn't imagine that, as a dark elf, she actually lost to such a young human male in terms of skills.

If outsiders knew about this, it would be a disgrace. Fortunately, she had said early on that nothing that happened tonight would be known to outsiders.

In response, Hawthorne just smiled gently, patted her butt, and said, "I am honored that you recognize it, ma'am."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up, turned over, hugged her upper body, then lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek.

His hands wandered over her shoulders and back, letting her firm, tall breasts press against his hot chest, giving her warmth and caress.

Zhuola closed her eyes slightly and enjoyed his kiss. This warm feeling gave her strength again. She felt her body burning and gradually regained strength.

She slowly raised her two tight but flexible long legs and climbed onto Hawthorne's waist, actively and enthusiastically moving towards him, hoping that her body, which had been empty for a hundred years, could be filled by Hawthorne.

Feeling her movement, Hawthorne extended one hand downward, holding his weapon, and placed it at the entrance of her garden. However, he was in no hurry to go in. Instead, he pressed against her lips, slowly moving up and down, rubbing her most sensitive parts with his hideous root, constantly stimulating her engorged and erect buds.

However, he just didn't enter. Even though he seemed to have a fire burning inside him at this moment, he still endured it and continued to tease her, wanting her to reach the most hungry state first -

"You..." Zhuola's hands were on his back, her mouth close to his ear, she seemed to be no longer conscious, and she kept whispering, "Hurry..."

She begged, her lower body already flooded. Hawthorne was still not in a hurry, and after rubbing back and forth twice, he used the honey juice from her lower body to completely smear his weapon up and down, and then let the head separate the slightly opened lips, and then slowly pushed forward, and pushed forward again -

"Oh……"

Even though elves and humans are both humanoid creatures, there is a difference in size between Hawthorne and Zora. In addition, she had already endured for a hundred years, so when Hawthorne just put his head in, she couldn't stop moaning.

Hawthorne was still not in a hurry to enter. He rubbed the entrance slowly. At the same time, he moved the hand holding the weapon back to the top, pinched her erect nipples, and teased her gently.

He kissed her lips, licking them with his tongue from time to time, and his lower body swayed from side to side, grinding the dense nerves inside the entrance to her garden.

The three directions of top, middle and bottom began to stimulate at the same time, but he was reluctant to really satisfy himself. Zora was almost going crazy, her legs wrapped around Hawthorne's waist, and she actively moved forward, wanting to swallow his weapon into her body——

"……Give me……"

She kissed Hawthorne's lips back, feeling her entire lower body itchy, and she called out almost incoherently, just wanting her empty body to be satisfied quickly.

Knowing that her will was on the verge of breaking point, Hawthorne finally stopped wasting time, and exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the huge weapon suddenly penetrated her body completely.

The huge head of his lower body pushed open her tightly closed flesh, and its edges and corners rubbed the dense nerves on every inch of flesh folds. Then, the huge thing that was not quite the right size penetrated completely inside, expanding the tightly closed narrow passage to the limit that the flesh could allow!

"what--!"

A hundred years of loneliness

Her body was suddenly filled with a huge thing that she had never experienced before. The itchy feeling suddenly disappeared. In an instant, a complete sense of satisfaction rushed from her lower body straight to her mind, completely shattering Zora's will and causing her to let out a long scream!

Her body and legs suddenly tensed up, her slender thighs tightly clamped around Hawthorne's waist, and her whole body, including the tender flesh inside her vagina, was shaking non-stop.

At the same time, a stream of heat slowly flowed out of her body. Even though Hawthorne hadn't started to sprint yet, just by penetrating her body, the dark elf had already reached another peak.

"call……"

Hawthorne let out a long breath and was not in a hurry to charge. He carefully felt the wonderful feeling brought by her tense body. The trembling flesh was like countless small mouths, sucking on his weapon, as if it would not stop until it drained him dry!

He lowered his head, relaxed his nerves, and eased the desire for release. At the same time, he lowered his head and continued to kiss Zora's flushed cheeks and wet lips, giving her full caress.

Zhuora was still trembling, and her legs could not help but wrap around his waist, her black pearl-like toes arched downwards, trembling constantly like a spasm. The most sensitive part of her body was filled with a huge hard object that was completely out of proportion to her size. Even if Hawthorne was motionless now, the extent of the weapon itself was already pressing on the most sensitive nerves in her body, sending waves of excitement signals to her mind.

Her cheeks were flushed, there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes were blurry, and her wet little mouth was gasping for breath continuously.

She looked at Hawthorne in disbelief, her lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence: "You... I... oh..."

Hawthorne didn't even need to make any big movements. He just moved his position very gently, and the friction caused by it made the dark elf moan continuously, and he was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Hawthorne moved very carefully. Obviously, the other party was a mother of several children, but she was an elf after all, so he had to be as cautious with her as he would with a virgin.

He knew the physical differences between the two, so he controlled himself carefully. The current situation was not bad. Although Zhuora was surprised by his size and her body was struggling to accommodate his stuff, it was obvious that she was enjoying the experience.

But all this was based on his cautious actions. If he was not careful, got impatient for a moment, and thrust with large movements, it would likely cause Zora pain as if her flesh was torn apart.

That would go against their original intention tonight.

He then leaned over, hugged her shoulders, then rubbed her temples, and finally kissed her lips gently. In this way, he caressed her and made her relax, and at the same time, he slowly thrust his waist, pulled out the weapon in his lower body a little bit, and then slowly went in again.

"Oh……"

Zhuola panted, hugged his neck, and kissed his lips back. At the same time, her waist slowly bent down, and her tight hips tried to rise up to match his movements.

In her body, a large amount of lubricating fluid was secreted, and it slowly flowed down as Hawthorne thrusted in small movements. Her body was relaxing and becoming more excited, so her toned body continued to expand, becoming more and more able to accommodate larger objects.

Chapter 794 Zhuola's Initiative (IV)

Feeling the resistance starting to decrease, Hawthorne knew the time was almost right. His thrusting speed did not change, but the swinging amplitude of his waist began to increase, pulling it all the way back, almost completely pulling the thick and long thing out of her body, leaving only the huge head inside, and then slowly pushing it back into her body, pushing it to the deepest part of the passage.

"oh oh……"

Every time he pulled out, he brought out not only the wanton flow of juice and the protruding tender red flesh, but also Zhuola's heavy breathing. Her voice was quite low now, like a wounded little animal, whimpering and begging for mercy.

Hawthorne knew that he didn't even have to sprint to bring her to the top for the fourth time tonight.