Witch Monastery

He was saying sweet words to her. In this bedroom which was isolated from all external auditory and sensory perceptions and had absolute privacy, he didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman and could freely express his longing and sweetness to his lover.

Malena was also infected by his emotions. Her face was burning, but the long-term repression and hunger, the accumulated desire was like a flood, breaking down all her shameful defenses: "I miss you... pamper me."

She murmured, the darkness seemed to be the best fig leaf. At this moment, Malena, who had lost her sight, actually took off all her disguises.

She embraced Hawthorne's body with her hands and undressed him skillfully, trying to have a more intimate contact with him.

She touched his firm and tight muscles, put her bright red lips close to his ears, and unscrupulously expressed her true desires: "You bad guy, you made me wait for a long time..."

As she said this, she slowly squatted down, opened her mouth, and took the entire thing in her mouth.

"Oh..." Hawthorne sighed and put his hands into her collar and squeezed into the deep V neckline of her low-cut black dress.

At this moment, Malena was not wearing more clothes, so he could easily grab the entire full breast, with his fingertips pressed against her delicate skin, gently kneading and enjoying the wonderful feeling of his fingers being completely sunken in there.

After half a year of absence, Malena's breasts seemed to have grown a lot bigger. He had been growing taller and taller in the past six months, but he felt that he was increasingly unable to hold her huge breasts.

"Hmm..." Malena breathed softly, enjoying the private time of caring for each other with her lover, as if this level of contact alone was enough to make her feel great joy and satisfaction.

Hawthorne rubbed her for a while, then picked her up and let her sit on the bed. Then he took off the straps of her dress, exposing her huge breasts full of milk to his eyes.

At this moment, the woman was sitting at the head of the bed, half lying on the backrest, with her once private parts completely exposed to her lover and the bottom of her dress also completely opened.

Hawthorne reached his hand under her clothes and touched her, and found that she was already sweating from nervousness. He leaned close to her ear and asked with a wicked smile: "How long have you been like this?"

Malena blushed, breaking through her shameful bottom line again and again, boldly revealing her desires: "From the first time I saw you..."

"When you saw me in the training room?"

"No, when I heard the dancers calling your name..."

“That’s when you started…”

"I wish I could rush over to you right now, into your arms, and love you..."

Marlena's heart was beating wildly. She became bolder and bolder as she spoke. In her opinion, besides her and Hawthorne, there was only Guinevere who had already fallen asleep in the bedroom. It was absolutely impossible for outsiders to come in and hear.

As a result, she became more and more outrageous.

Her words were like fuel, pouring on Hawthorne's burning desire. He could no longer hold back, hugged the woman who loved him deeply, leaned forward, and lay completely on her plump body, trying to use his hot body temperature, the tight muscles that contained the breath of life and brute strength, to warm her unspeakable loneliness.

"Oh--"

A long moan came from Malena's mouth. Her body was already hot enough, so Hawthorne easily pushed aside the protection on her left and right, reaching straight into the deepest part of her body and filling it up.

The body that had been empty for half a year was suddenly satisfied, and Malena trembled with pleasure. The wonderful feeling of being loved made her feel as if her soul was flying to the sky and she couldn't come down for a long time.

Although she has always insisted on giving their daughter

Breast milk is so nutritious that even if two girls eat it together, they can't finish it.

Hawthorne didn't delay. He lay on top of her and started moving up and down at the same time. He didn't hesitate at all with his terrifying physical strength that could easily handle long-distance marathon running. He satisfied her desire with his perfect skills, allowing the woman he loved deeply to get the most wonderful joy in the world.

A crisp collision sound rang out. In order to avoid waking up her daughter, Malena had to suppress her voice and replaced it with panting. However, this deliberately suppressed sound was more charming, making the private movement in the bedroom more beautiful.

Both of them were generous with their words. The long separation brought about an astonishing desire, and the absolutely private environment of the bedroom made both parties abandon all sense of shame.

However, the two of them were so absorbed in their own thoughts that they didn't notice that the wardrobe in Malena's room had been quietly opened a crack...

Time passed for a long time, and finally, after Malena released it four times, Hawthorne finally released his desire in her body. In the end, the two hugged each other, kissed each other, lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, early morning.

After waking up, Malena hugged Hawthorne in the morning with unsatisfied desire. She asked for it several times until her legs became so sore that she could hardly walk. Finally, she was satisfied and lay motionless on the bed, waiting for him to serve her.

Hawthorne did not abandon her. He brought hot water and helped her wash up. Then he went to the kitchen and made breakfast for her.

By the time the woman's strength had almost recovered, it was already late. He then said goodbye and returned to the core area of ​​his monastery.

He told Marlena that he wanted the fallen angel Sulfaro to give her more power. But the premise for doing this was to break through all her psychological defenses and make her completely convinced.

This is not a simple matter. After all, no matter what Sulfaro said before, she is also a fallen angel with thousands of years of combat experience. She has her own complete and solid set of values, and it is not easy to defeat her.

Fortunately, no matter how stubborn this guy is, he is just a person born in a backward era. He has not seen modern things and therefore cannot imagine things that he has never seen.

Using this as a breakthrough point, Hawthorne can try to break through her mental defenses.

He had already made plans for this. Before the summer of last year, he purchased a batch of watermelon seeds, brought them to the monastery, and gave them to Die, asking her to cultivate them based on the information provided by Sulfaro.

And now is the time to reap the rewards.

……

In the dungeon.

Sulfaro hadn't slept all night, and her daily routine had been completely disrupted. Her long golden wavy hair was naturally loose, making her look quite lazy.

At this moment, she was only wearing a thin prisoner uniform made of gray and white horizontal checkered translucent material, which barely covered her graceful body. Her high breasts, slender waist, and round buttocks were tightly attached to her clothes, also showing that she was not wearing any underwear at the moment.

She had no pants on, and the hem of her prison uniform barely covered her thighs, exposing her snow-white thighs. Her pair of small, rosy feet were crossed together, making one want to take a gentle bite on those smooth soles.

Her snow-white body seemed flawless, however, if you looked closely at some details, you would find that her round buttocks and between her snow-white thighs were all covered with the word "positive" written in black marker, as proof of the humiliation she had suffered over the past year.

Sulfaro now felt that she was going crazy. She had thought that after being taken for a walk outside by Hawthorne like a dog, what was waiting for her would be even more terrible and beyond-the-limit humiliation.

However, what she waited for was not these. Ever since she was defeated by the three Amazon drunks that day, Hawthorne seemed to have lost interest in her and never came to see her again, leaving her alone in this dark and cold dungeon, accompanied by endless loneliness.

Chapter 802: Sulfaro's Training Has Initial Results

Oh, and the erotic dreams that would appear from time to time helped her recall the times Hawthorne had brought her. And very occasionally, the nuns in the monastery would come to train her body, keeping her in a sensitive state...

When she thought of those nuns, Sulfaro felt her heart tremble. It was not because of how bizarre their methods of training her, but because she could endure any painful physical torture.

It was the attitude of these nuns towards her that frightened the fallen angel.

After all, she was an angel with a strong fighting power and noble status. Even if Hawthorne came over, although he would train her body and tease her sexual desire, he would also talk to her, and his emotions would fluctuate due to her reactions, and then he would mock her and make sarcastic remarks.

In short, treat her as a human being.

And those nuns...

Sulfaro couldn't imagine what kind of look those were. It seemed that they had never considered him as a human being, or even as a life.

In their calm eyes, Sulfaro felt as if he was just a piece of

Meat, a lump of butter, a dish of jam, in short, some purely dead things, not even living things!

Is that the kind of expression a person can have when facing another person?

Not to mention facing another person, even when facing a puppy or a bug, you shouldn't have such a calm look!

But the nuns did not. They were like just a cook, processing Sulfaro's plate of ingredients with an expressionless face, completing their tasks mechanically and ruthlessly. No matter how Sulfaro responded to them, they would not have any emotional fluctuations.

This reaction made Sulfaro feel painful. When Hawthorne was around, she could still get some comfort and relieve her loneliness from talking to him, even if it was just mutual humiliation and insults. She could even get a moment of joy and enjoyment from his skillful techniques.

In her interactions with these nuns, she could only feel pain and suffering. This fundamental indifference was a more terrible humiliation than the dirty words Hawthorne had said to her.

This experience drove Sulfaro almost crazy.

And today, when she woke up from her dream, she heard the creaking sound of the door opening above the cell.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the fallen angel. Knowing that the nuns were coming, he couldn't help but shrink back into the corner.

However, this time, the footsteps were not so light, but rather sounded a bit heavy. Sulfaro frowned slightly, looked up at the gate of the fence, and saw a tall white-haired figure standing at the door: "Long time no see, Sulfaro."

It's Hawthorne!

Sulfaro's eyes lit up, and she was overwhelmed with joy. Then, the loneliness she had been holding back for nearly a year overwhelmed her will. She couldn't help but stand up and said to the outside of the door, "Hawthorne? Oh, I didn't expect you to come here in person. I thought you had given up and just handed me over to those nuns for routine work."

"Oh, let me tell you, Hawthorne, your plan has failed. You should have realized it yourself, right? So in the past year, I guess you have actually given up, but now you suddenly remembered it again, so you came to see me, am I right?"

"I know you want me to submit to you, but do you think it's possible? Your short-sightedness can't see the distant future at all. No, it's the distant future for you, but it's a huge crisis that is almost imminent for us. You still hope to conquer the spirit of a noble angel with such a petty means. I really feel ridiculous for you..."

She kept talking like a machine gun, and it was obvious that the loneliness of the past year was almost suffocating her.

At the door, seeing her unable to hold back, Hawthorne curled up a smile, knowing that long-term hard work paid off. The third-level dungeon was enough to erode the will of this fallen angel imperceptibly.

He then opened the door to the dungeon room and slowly walked in, all the while running his eyes up and down her body, admiring her current state.

This woman even began to say one thing and mean another, as she was clearly very happy about my arrival.

Guessing that he was going to teach him a lesson again, Sulfaro subconsciously moved forward, but he continued to mock him, "Is it going to start again? Oh, come on, let me see how much you have improved in this year. Don't be as crude and childish as before, making people despise you..."

Hawthorne didn't say anything, he closed the cell door, then opened his dimensional bag: "Don't worry, I came here mainly to treat you to a meal, Sulfaro."

As he said that, he took out a huge watermelon from his dimensional bag.

Instantly, Sulfaro's expression changed: "You want to stuff this into my body? Do you think this is fun? Oh, why don't you just kill me and cut off my limbs with your sword? Isn't that better?"

She subconsciously covered her lower body, her eyebrows raised, and her silver teeth clenched: "Come on, believers of the Goddess of Life!"

Hawthorne looked up at her with a stunned expression.

"How is that possible? What are you thinking?" He laughed. "What are you thinking about? Can any part of your body fit such a big watermelon?"

Sulfaro gritted his teeth and said nothing. In fact, she had dreamed of something even more terrifying, a huge toy as thick as her calf was stuffed into her body, and it went in and out between her legs at high speed with the roar of the engine, bringing her to the peak of pleasure again and again.

And in the end, the hole in the center of the thing injected a huge amount of milky white warm mucus into her body, making her lower abdomen swell up like the size of a watermelon. In the end, it couldn't even hold it, and it slowly flowed out through the cracks in her garden...

She didn't know why she dreamed about this thing, even though she had never seen it before. In the end, she could only explain to herself that her desires were suppressed too much, so she had these strange dreams.

But when facing Hawthorne, she would never admit her true thoughts, so now she just stiffened her neck and looked at him with unyielding eyes.

But Hawthorne didn't mind. He sat down next to her on the bed and said, "I came here to show you what you have accomplished. Look, this is it."

As he spoke, he silently chanted a spell, using the power of the Blade Magic Contract to create a machete out of thin air, and then slashed it with one cut.

Then he split the watermelon in half.

The wizard's hand appeared in midair, grabbing half of the watermelon. Sulfaro looked down and saw that the skin of the watermelon was as thin as paper, and its flesh was as red as blood, and was full of black watermelon seeds.

Suddenly, her eyes were filled with doubt: "What is this?"

"Watermelon." Hawthorne said, "Come on, try it."

As he spoke, he cut the watermelon again and handed her a piece. Sulfaro hesitated for a moment, but finally took it and took a small bite from the center.

Immediately, the sweet taste filled her entire mouth, and her expression became even more surprised: "Is this not watermelon? How can it be sweet?"

Her expression became more and more surprised, and she looked at the fruit in her hand. It looked like a watermelon, but its inside was completely different from a watermelon.

As an angel with thousands of years of experience, she knew what a watermelon looked like: it was a fruit with a very thick skin, white flesh, a large amount of water stored inside, but a slightly bitter taste.

It is often stored in large quantities on ships by sailors as a substitute for drinking water: after all, the water in watermelon is only slightly bitter, but at least it is clean. After all, it is much better and healthier than water that has been stored in water tanks for dozens of days!

Sulfaro certainly knew this, so she was very sure that the flesh of a watermelon should never be red, and it should never taste so sweet!

But having said that, the melon tasted really good. The fallen angel couldn't resist his appetite and took a few more bites.

Hawthorne looked at her and smiled. "This was cultivated using your experimental data. Thanks to you, Sulfaro, we didn't know before that magic could be used to transform life."

He smiled and described what he had been doing before: "So, at the end of last summer, we got a batch of watermelon seeds, and used the method in your experimental records to modify their genetic information, and then it became what it is now."

Chapter 803: Sulfaro's Defense Breaks

The original watermelon was not sweet. To be precise, even in Hawthorne's previous life, sweet watermelons had only a few years of history.

At least, when Uncle Hei was eating watermelons to fill his stomach on the plantation, these fruits still had incredibly thick skins, with mainly yellow flesh inside, and the taste was not that sweet.

The modern watermelon with thin skin, large filling, bright red flesh and sweet taste is the result of special selection and breeding by breeding experts in the last hundred years.

In this era, naturally no one would do these jobs - the druids preferred a primitive and natural lifestyle, and artificially transforming the natural products of nature was considered heretical in their view.

However, Hawthorne, who came from the modern world, knew how great the potential value of this fruit was. He was a little regretful that he couldn't eat delicious watermelon in this world, but after getting Sulfaro's information, he had this plan in mind.

"Well, you have seen the taste of this fruit, and to be honest, its production is very large." He smiled, "So, think about it, how many people can benefit if this thing is promoted?"

Watermelon seeds are not difficult to get. In fact, there are many stores selling watermelons in Donggang District. After all, there are a large number of cargo ships handled there every day, and every captain must buy a large number of watermelons and put them on the ship as a backup source of water before going out to sea. Naturally, this kind of thing is not difficult to find.

So last year, Hawthorne sent someone to buy a bunch of them. After they came back, they studied Sulfaro's information and started to work on it.

With the memories of his past life as a guide, he understood that this method of cultivation would definitely succeed. And with the combined supply of magic power from all the witches, it was almost an unlimited supply, so the scale of his cultivation would be extremely large and the cost of trial and error would be extremely low.

Of course, the most important thing is that he gave this task to Die. As a memory witch, she has a photographic memory and is most efficient in studying those materials. Hawthorne basically just gave her some ideological guidance...

cough!

In short, thanks to Die's tireless efforts, the sweet watermelon was finally cultivated.

Listening to Hawthorne's story, Sulfaro stood there in a daze, and suddenly felt that the watermelon in his hand became a little bitter.

She just didn't have as much experience as Hawthorne, the earthling who traveled through time. She wasn't stupid or inflexible. On the contrary, she was very smart and had a strong ability to associate. She could associate a lot of things with the watermelon in her hand.

She recalled that when she first discovered the ability to transform life, the first thing she thought of was to conduct experiments on humanoid babies in order to train strong and loyal warriors to supplement the angel army...

If the first thing you thought of was to experiment with plants, would the whole process be different?

Her faith could not help but waver. As an angel, through the success of the watermelons in Hawthorne's hands, she could naturally foresee many subsequent values: for example, the transformed wheat and rice, etc., so that the whole world could be free from hunger...