Witch Monastery

"I don't need it." Hawthorne dodged subconsciously. He instinctively felt that something bad was going to happen. Now the woman's eyes looked hungry, like a hungry lioness, about to pounce on the little white rabbit she was eyeing.

"Oh, you're shy

? " Seeing his resistance, Porter showed a somewhat foolish smile, "Let me see!"

As she said that, she actually rushed over, hugged his body, and then grabbed his wrist.

Hawthorne wanted to resist, but how could his strength compare to that of this battle-hardened female warrior? His wrist was immediately controlled, and then his little hand was forcibly pulled into Porter's bra.

His fingers grasped subconsciously, and in an instant, amazing elasticity was transmitted. If Portel had not still grasped his wrist, he even doubted whether his fingers would be directly bounced away!

He couldn't help but grab it again, enjoying the wonderful touch of the elastic and firm breast meat, and for a moment he couldn't bear to move away...

"It seems like you like it very much, Father."

Feeling his grasping and kneading movements, the smile on Porter's face became more and more excited: "You have been staring at me since just now, right?"

Hawthorne blushed and turned away, not daring to look her in the eyes.

Logically speaking, he was a veteran and shouldn't be shy in such a situation. But after all, his previous experience came from witches, from those girls who absolutely cared for him, tolerated him, and never regretted it.

For an outsider like Porter, this is the first time to have such an experience.

And most importantly, this woman was so strong that he really couldn't adapt to it...

Although he did not resist.

"Ms. Porter, please respect yourself..." He said this, but his fingers couldn't help but grab again.

Seeing him like this, Porter's desire to tease him became stronger: "Your body is so honest, you're taking the initiative..."

As she said this, she continued to press her body towards Hawthorne, pressing one thigh against his to make him unable to move, and then her other hand swept between his thighs, immediately determining his true condition.

Oh, it's worth spending so much money...

Thinking of this, and looking at Hawthorne's evasive eyes, Porter felt more and more proud.

"Why? Haven't you had this experience before?" She leaned close to Hawthorne's ear and blew gently, while softly asking, continuing to arouse his desire, "The nuns in your monastery are more beautiful than each other."

"Why, don't they have got you yet?"

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Hawthorne's forehead. Then he explained in a pale and weak voice: "We are just church friends. We are together because of our common faith. It's not what you said..."

Hearing this, Porter's smile suddenly became even brighter: "That's great, little cutie."

As she said this, she turned her head and looked at the others: "Sisters, this is actually the first time for our Father Hawthorne!"

There was a series of silver bell-like laughter around, followed by a burst of booing. Hawthorne turned his head in horror, and then he found that other people at the party had also gathered around him.

Their blue or brown eyes sparkled with desire, staring at his body like hungry wolves, and even the sound of them swallowing saliva could be heard clearly:

"I can't believe it. I thought he would have been eaten up by those nuns a long time ago."

"They just like that. They won't eat the lamb that's right in front of them. Why are they pretending to be reserved and dignified?"

"Haha, this is actually a good thing, it will be a great bargain for us!"

“That’s right, hahahahaha——!”

……

They laughed wildly, then came forward and stretched out their hands to take off his clothes. Facing so many hungry hands, Hawthorne had no way to resist, and was stripped naked in just a few seconds.

"No..." He wanted to say something in protest, but Potter then lowered his head and kissed his little mouth with his flaming red lips that smelled of sweet ale.

"Woo..."

Hawthorne leaned back and lay on the straw mat, then felt that Porter's kissing skills seemed to have a lot of room for improvement, so she didn't even put her tongue in at the first time.

But then, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan in his throat. He tried his best to turn his eyes downward, but he could only see Porter kissing his mouth passionately, and he couldn't see which Amazon woman pulled down his pants and then sucked his lower body!

However, this technique...ah——!

Feeling the almost wild sucking force coming from his lower body, Hawthorne felt his legs trembling, as if his bone marrow was about to be sucked out by her!

Are you trying to drain me dry?!

He couldn't help but have this thought in his mind, but the next second, he felt his left and right hands being grabbed by the wrists of an Amazon woman respectively, and then being guided to climb onto their chests.

He turned his eyes slightly and found that the two Amazon women had taken off their bras, revealing the same towering, firm, and elastic peaks.

At this moment, his hands were grabbed by the wrists of two women and pressed on their chests. Although he was clearly taking advantage, the two women had greedy and complacent smiles on their faces, as if they were actively asking for it.

What a wild woman!

But... this feels really good...

This thought came to his mind, and he no longer needed the guidance of the two.

I also began to grab and rub my fingers vigorously, enjoying the elasticity and softness I had never experienced before, while also giving them pleasure.

"what……"

"Ha ha……"

His fingering skills were pretty good, so the two women let out pleasant moans and happy laughter from their throats.

From the front, Portel opened his mouth, and then took off her black lace half-cup bra, revealing her perfectly shaped and seemingly exaggeratedly full breasts.

Although her skin was brown to adapt to the climate of the rainforest, the buds on the top of her breasts were not dark in color, indicating that she had not breastfed a child in the past.

Then, the woman leaned forward, pressed her full breasts against Hawthorne's cheeks, and washed his face with her milk.

"Woo..."

Hawthorne's eyes were covered, and he could not see anything now. The lack of vision brought about the enhancement of other senses. The fingers that grabbed the breasts of the two Amazon women began to speed up and exert force slightly, and then he heard a series of increasingly rapid gasps...

Suddenly, the woman who was holding his lower body loosened her mouth. The erect weapon was already wet. She pointed angrily at the ceiling and said, "That's enough, Boss."

So Porter stood up, and Hawthorne had just regained his sight, but then another woman with big breasts came over, lifted his head, then leaned over his head and covered his eyes with her plump breasts.

He was blinded again, unable to see what kind of lewd acts these women were planning to perform. He could only feel a burning big hand holding the weapon in his lower body, guiding him to press against a certain already wet entrance, and then suddenly squeezed in -

Chapter 179 Amazon’s Carnival Dinner (Part )

"Oh……"

"what--!"

Perhaps because of Porter's strong body, the resistance Hawthorne felt this time was greater than any other time. But no matter how great the resistance was, it could not stop the female warrior's determination to fall, not to mention that her body had been fully wet with excitement long before the banquet began.

Therefore, in the end, his weapon, as always, pushed through all resistance and penetrated the deepest part of the slippery and soft passage. An unimaginable strong feeling of pleasure came over them, causing both of them to let out an exclamation of amazement.

Porter's heart was beating wildly. The slight pain was not unbearable for a warrior, but her breathing still became slightly panting due to excessive excitement.

She lowered her head and looked at Hawthorne's still slightly immature and well-proportioned body. She felt her mouth dry and her desire erupted like a volcano.

Finally got him...

She couldn't wait any longer, and the muscles in her entire core area began to exert force, clamping the weapon that had penetrated her body. Then her entire upper body moved up and down, and began to rise and fall back and forth.

Frankly speaking, based on this action, it can be judged that this woman is actually a rookie.

After all, this movement requires the entire upper body to move up and down, which consumes a lot of physical energy. It is far inferior to the witches' usual method of keeping their bodies in a horizontal line and then swinging their waist and hips back and forth. This movement is fast and saves physical energy.

Portel obviously doesn't know this technique, but it doesn't matter. As an Amazon, what she lacks the least is strength and physical fitness!

"what--"

Hawthorne let out a long sigh from his throat. Due to the lack of vision, he was now more focused on the sense of touch, so his body became much more sensitive than usual.

He could clearly feel that a strong pressure was erupting inside Porter's muscular body. The pressure came from all directions, squeezing his body, as if to squeeze this weapon into a pool of meat paste!

With each movement upwards, a powerful suction force would come from her body, as if to drain his soul away!

As Porter's movements became more skillful and faster, intense pleasure continuously hit Hawthorne's mind, making him almost crazy!

"Ah...Father..."

On both sides, as his fingers subconsciously exerted force, even pinching the sensitive buds with his fingers, the two Amazon women whose breasts he was grabbing and kneading also let out a plaintive moan.

However, they did not end it, but instead moved his hand to her other breast and let him continue kneading it.

Portel may have less experience, but not all of the Amazon women in this room have never had sex with men, and many of them have even given birth to children.

“You are awesome…”

Porter let out another long sigh. After longing for something, she finally got what she wanted. At this moment, she was so excited that she couldn't control herself. Her muscles were tense and her body was shaking wildly.

"I—can't—ah—!"

Suddenly, the woman stopped moving, pressed her hands on Hawthorne's lower abdomen, raised her neck high, and opened her mouth to moan. At the same time, the power of her entire core area exploded to the limit, her thighs clamped Hawthorne's waist crazily, and a hot current burst out of her body -

“Me too… oh——!”

At the same time, Hawthorne could not resist and fired the first shot of the night, reaching the peak of happiness with the woman at the same time.

Both of them panted and recovered, and Hawthorne was covered with her huge breasts.

The blinded Amazon woman finally moved her body away, allowing him to see what was happening outside.

Then he saw Potter riding on his lower body, her face flushed red.

She was panting, her towering breasts rising and falling, the grapes on the top of her breasts standing tall. Her entire upper body was crystal clear and sweaty, and under the light of the fire, it was emitting a light that represented desire.

Hawthorne's face was also red. After taking a few breaths, he looked into her eyes and said helplessly, "I should go. If I don't go back, Heidi and the others will be worried about me."

He had realized that tonight was a carnival that Portel had arranged specifically for him, to satisfy the Amazon women's custom of collecting seeds.

He just never expected that the other party would be so bold as to pick him in front of so many people...

But now that he has picked the seeds, he should let me go, right?

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a surge of evil fire suddenly ignited in his body. Then, his lower body, which had just been released, stood up proudly again.

"Let you go?" Hearing this, Porter's mouth curled up into an evil smile again, "How is that possible, dear father? This is just the beginning."

The food he ate tonight was all high-calorie and nutritious. If they didn't squeeze out all the nutrients from his food, how could these greedy Amazon women let him go?

"Relax and enjoy it, dear Father."

At the side, another Amazon woman said softly, with undisguised greed and desire in her eyes: "Tonight is still a long night."

"We sisters haven't had any yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining Amazon women almost rushed forward, kissing his cheeks, palms, pectoral muscles, waist and even feet, like a group of long-hungry lionesses who wanted to share him and eat him!

Riding on his hips, Porter felt that he had regained his strength, so he held his weapon again, pointed it at his messy entrance, and sat down again: "Oh——"

She let out another comfortable moan. This night was destined to be a sleepless night.

But no one noticed that on the walls and in the corners of the room, there were more than one mosquitoes resting, their wings motionless, quietly watching everything.

……

In the monastery, seven witches sat in the hall, waiting anxiously. Six of them formed a circle, and in the middle sat the petite Andrei.

At this moment, the weakest witch closed her eyes and tried her best to control her mosquitoes with magic, monitoring Porter's room from different angles.

At the same time, her little mouth did not stop, using words to convey the current situation in the room to the witches: "Amazon No. 5 pressed her chest up! The master was deprived of vision again! Porter sat on it! Porter began to attack up and down!"

"Botel's skills are not very proficient, but she is very strong and has plenty of stamina. The worst thing is that the master is being besieged! This is not a fair duel! The master is obviously unable to withstand it... The master is screaming! The master is dying! The master has surrendered! Woo woo woo, the master has fallen..."

"But fortunately, Porter was defeated at the same time. The first game can be said to have ended in a draw. The two sides are now talking... But the master is strong again! Porter has also recovered his strength! Porter sat on it! Now the two sides have started the second round of competition..."

The rhythm of her voice rose and fell, as if watching this debauched revelry was more exciting than joining in it herself.

However, apart from her, the other six witches could not see the exciting and erotic scene with their own eyes and could only imagine it through their own imagination.

However, most of them could only imagine the scene of Hawthorne being surrounded and bullied by five or six strong brown-skinned women, and they couldn't help but feel worried for a while.

"Should we go over now and rescue our master?" Heidi couldn't help but speak first. "When I was still in the sea, I often dealt with these women. I know that they don't take men's lives seriously."

"If you continue to let it go like this, I'm afraid it will really cause irreversible permanent damage to the master's body..."

Chapter 180: Allowing the master to join in the carnival?

Heidi said this, and then Ekta, who was standing next to her, rolled his eyes and said timidly, "But from what Andrei said just now, the master seemed to be quite... enjoying it?"

"If we go over now, will we disturb him?"

She barely mustered up the courage to express her opinion. Upon hearing this, except for Celine and Andre who had her eyes closed, the remaining four witches all turned their heads. All ten of them had no emotion in their eyes. Some were surprised, some teasing, some were amused, or just staring at her coldly.

Although the four girls said nothing, the huge pressure instantly came upon Ekta's head.

So the witch shrank her head, subconsciously took a half step back, pursed her lips, and then said with a smile: "I'm just talking... hehe..."

Although the witches are a group, they have a strict hierarchy and do not tolerate any transgression. In the past, it was needless to say who had the highest status. After all, strength is always the greatest competitive advantage.