Willo stripped off her clothes and walked to the bedside, unceremoniously reaching out to slowly pull back the thin blanket covering the two of them.
And so, endless spring scenery was revealed before Willo's eyes—Charles and Hattie's completely naked bodies, intimately joined together, were fully displayed before her.
At that moment, on the bed, Charles embraced Hattie's delicate body from behind, his large hands covering her towering breasts, fingertips kneading the already engorged and erect rosy nipples, continuously giving her intense stimulation.
And his lower body, right at this moment, was still buried to the root inside Hattie's body. His abdomen pressed tightly against Hattie's plump, upturned buttocks, compressing them until they were deformed, all so his thick cock could penetrate even more fiercely, even deeper into her body!
Hattie's face was completely flushed. Even though Charles had paused his thrusting due to Willo's arrival, the exhaustion from the recent pounding still left her panting continuously.
Her body glistened with fragrant sweat, with obvious beads on her forehead, chest, shoulders, and beautiful buttocks, slowly sliding down her flawless, delicate skin, making her flesh even more slippery.
This lewd scene should have made any woman blush with embarrassment and turn to leave. However, Willo, who had personally unveiled all this, seemed completely unsurprised.
This was partly due to the influence of the druid's state of mind, which allowed her to maintain a calm attitude toward all things; and partly because this wasn't the first time she'd witnessed such a lewd scene, nor was it her first time participating in such a lewd party.
Rather, this was exactly what she sought.
After rescuing Malena, they sailed the large ship back at a leisurely pace. However, the space on the ship was limited after all, and there was a lack of entertainment activities. Over time, it inevitably made people feel bored.
On the way there, everyone had been under high pressure preparing for battle, with no mood to think about romantic matters, but now things were completely different.
Continuing to learn magic was an option, but after a full day of high-pressure study and training, continuing to maintain a high-intensity study state at night would inevitably cause weariness.
So, finding more pleasurable entertainment activities became a natural thing.
The carefree Nymeria could drag Lotuen, Hanni, and Adele to study how to catch fresh fish from the Darklake and how to make them tastier, while Charles and the several witches would, every late night, indulge in revelry in the bedroom.
Willo was no exception.
Rather, she had no resistance to joining this lovemaking—it all came naturally. After all, in the very beginning, it was Theresa and she who comforted each other, gradually opening that forbidden gate; and her first time merging with Charles was also a threesome with Hattie, playing all the way until late at night before finally ending.
So she had not the slightest disgust for this activity, and soon, this evolved into a four-way romp.
Seeing Willo approach, Charles wasn't surprised. He raised one arm, gesturing for her to lean down.
Willo showed no coy shyness either, bending over to let him wrap around her neck, her swollen chest naturally hanging down, those rosy nipples dangling right by his lips.
Since Charles and Hattie were both lying on their sides on the bed, her other side's pink cherry also happened to be right by Hattie's mouth.
Charles didn't hesitate, opening his mouth to take that nipple inside, his tongue licking around it in circles, then his teeth gently nibbling and grinding on it.
And Hattie also turned her head slightly, taking her other nipple in her mouth, her upper and lower lips beginning to purse lightly, her cheeks working to suck the milk inside.
Willo felt a tingling sensation rise from those two nipples, traveling up her nerves and simultaneously invading her mind, making her involuntarily let out a pleasant low moan: "Mm..."
She moaned, and sweet satyr milk flowed from her milk ducts, drunk down their throats by both of them.
The swelling in her chest gradually subsided and eased. The pleasant experience made her breathing somewhat rapid, and her plump, rounded hips, raised high from bending over, also unconsciously swayed gently, the pink secret garden at the center already quietly moistening.
The other two witches in the room weren't just watching from the sidelines either—they quickly joined in. Theresa came over first, cupping Willo's face, smiling as she gazed at her hazy expression and enchanting eyes, then lowered her head, gently kissing her lips and extending her tongue to entwine with hers.
Willo kissed her while her hands also reached inside Theresa's nun's habit, unfastening her bra and climbing up those exaggerated breasts comparable to her own, clumsily teasing the nipples at their peaks.
"Mm—!"
Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry. Just then, a foreign object had suddenly penetrated her secret garden, teasing the sensitive areas inside and that already engorged little bean, making all the muscles in her body tighten for an instant, her round, straight, snowy white thighs involuntarily clenching.
That was Sophia being naughty. She'd already walked from the doorway back to the bedside, her index and middle fingers pressed together, probing together into Willo's lower body, teasing her body from behind.
In this past year of serving Charles together with the witches, her techniques had long since become masterful. Dealing with Willo, who was still just a novice, was naturally easy.
For a moment, water splashed from Willo's lower body.
And at the same time, on the bed, Charles, lying on his side, also began to thrust his hips again, moving in and out slowly in Hattie's wet, slippery garden passage.
"Mm... mm..."
Still holding Willo's nipple in her mouth, Hattie's moans sounded somewhat muffled. She whimpered, that thick cock pulling out each time, turning her tight garden inside out with pink flesh, and each time he buried himself to the root, scraping every inch of flesh inside her body, making her so happy her scalp nearly tingled.
Her hips slowly twisted, but the side-lying position was somewhat inconvenient after all. She unconsciously raised her thighs, spreading the space between her legs wider, to facilitate Charles's smoother entry and exit from her body.
Sophia keenly noticed her need, so she extended an arm, lifting Hattie's plump thigh, helping her raise it even higher until finally resting it on Willo's shoulder, giving her a point of leverage.
Willo still stood straight—supporting Hattie's shoulder wasn't difficult for her. And this allowed Hattie to fully relax, using all her consciousness to enjoy this lovemaking with Charles!
"Mm... mm..."
She whimpered, her soft body being pounded with waves of flesh, her towering chest swaying back and forth with the movement of her body, clearly in a state of complete immersion.
On her forehead, scalding beads of sweat emerged layer after layer, announcing that pleasure had accumulated in her body to an alarming degree.
Charles's thrusting speed was still increasing, the crisp collision sounds merging into one continuous noise, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoing in this room—just listening to it made one unable to endure!
Finally, unable to bear it, Hattie released Willo's nipple, ignoring the pink nipple stained with her saliva and some milk slapping against her cheek, opening her mouth to release an extremely seductive moan: "Ah—ah—!"
That sound was enchanting yet loud, almost able to break through the walls and travel far. Above, Theresa quickly separated her lips from kissing Willo, lowered her head, and forcibly kissed Hattie's small mouth—
Thus her boundless pleasure was blocked back, letting that desire continue to accumulate in her body.
Charles pinched Hattie's nipples, rubbing them back and forth, letting the tingling sensation travel up her nerves to invade her mind. Under multiple stimulations, Hattie's soft body suddenly tensed, trembling, her core region beginning to shake, the garden passage already stretched full contracting forcefully, sucking hard, as if to completely drain him, squeeze him dry!
But this intense reaction only lasted a few seconds before a hot stream flowed from her secret garden. With her sisters' assistance, Hattie had reached her first peak of pleasure tonight.
Charles stopped his sprint, then slowly withdrew his thick cock from her garden. The milky, clear hot stream flowed slowly down her lower body as he pulled out, instantly soaking the sheets and forming a wet stain.
Hattie separated her lips from Theresa, eyes hazy, breath weak as gossamer, no longer having much stamina left. However, Charles's thick cock still raised its head high, not yet having vented his own desire.
Sophia was not polite at all—she reached out, pushing Charles's side-lying body flat so he lay on his back, then lifted her nun's habit and directly sat down on him.
Before Willo came over, she'd been sucking Hattie's nipples while teasing her own body. Her panties had long been removed by herself, thrown away somewhere unknown. Though she'd seemed serious and proper in her dress just now, underneath she was actually completely bare.
No help for it—after all, she was already flooding below. If she kept wearing those panties, the entire undergarment would probably be completely soaked.
Watching Hattie's pleasure, she longed for it desperately, her body itching, wishing she could immediately have her emptiness filled.
Now that the deep-sea witch had finished, she naturally had to seize the opportunity to enjoy this pleasure first.
Charles also released his arms from around Hattie and lay properly on the bed, watching Sophia lift her black, thick, formal, and serious nun's habit, displaying before him the neatly trimmed, pink, delicate, and glistening narrow garden entrance beneath.
Those pale pink vertical lips slowly kissed the tip of his huge, fearsome head. With Hattie's body providing lubrication, it now needed no more. Sophia held his thick cock with one hand, her index and middle fingers of the other hand pressing on either side of her honey lips, forcefully separating them, then first taking Charles's thick cock's tip inside, then slowly sitting down—
"Mm—mm..."
Her eyebrows, slender and black as willow leaves, furrowed slightly. That thing was simply too enormous—every bit it entered had to greatly stretch the tight soft flesh on both sides of her lower passage.
After all, during this time, Charles had been exercising his body continuously after enhancing his attributes, his height and weight both increasing. Every part of his body was developing rapidly, growing stronger and larger, which also put increasing pressure on the nuns.
But this wasn't unadaptable. After all, the witches' constitution filled with magic power far surpassed that of mortals. And once adapted, the stimulation it brought would make them love and indulge in it even more.
"Ah... ah—!"
She panted in small gasps, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead like Hattie. Though she'd only swallowed half of his thick cock, she seemed to have reached her limit, unable to go down any further.
This was quite normal. After all, her body wasn't as tall as Theresa's or Sephera's, nor as full and elastic as Hattie's or Willo's. Her slender, well-proportioned figure gave her a cool, ethereal scholarly temperament, but also made her seem somewhat strained at this moment.
But Charles knew this level was far from a witch's limit.
Admiring Sophia's tongue that she had to stick out while panting in small gasps, Charles felt the thought of "helping her out," then his hands reached out, traveling up her tender thighs, embracing her small waist, then his hips began to exert force, thrusting upward into her—
"Ah—ah—!"
Even stronger stimulation assaulted her nerves. Sophia also couldn't help crying out softly and seductively, and when Charles suddenly used force, his thick cock pushing to the very bottom of her body, she couldn't hold back any longer, releasing a loud, delicate cry.
And at that moment, the skin of Charles's hips was pressed tightly against her thighs, his entire thick cock completely buried deep in her flesh.
"Ah... ah..."
Sophia panted in small gasps, eyes hazy, revealing a silly smile, a drop of saliva unconsciously flowing down from the corner of her mouth.
Charles held her waist, placing both her body and his own hips back down, so he could lie comfortably on the bed and enjoy her service.
Without further waiting, Sophia's small hands held Charles's chest, then she rose slightly, her hips skillfully swaying back and forth.
After nearly a year of observation and practice, she'd long since skillfully mastered all the techniques required for the woman-on-top position. Now moving with practiced ease, she swallowed and released his thick cock, making Charles feel immensely satisfied.
Hattie lay to one side, changing position but still turning her head, weak but satisfied as she smiled, watching Sophia's movements.
Theresa still wore her nun's habit but unfastened her garment from the front, bending over to let that pair of almost exaggeratedly full breasts hang down, covering Charles's face and blocking his vision.
He couldn't see anything around him clearly. All his senses, all his attention, had to be completely focused on Sophia's service.
Undoubtedly, this amplified the pleasure, making Charles focus more on the service his lower body was receiving, his heartbeat accelerating, nerves tensing, almost immediately about to reach the edge of eruption—
His hands reaching inside Sophia's nun's habit continued upward along her delicate body to explore, quickly caressing her small breasts that could barely fill one hand, gripping them tightly.
Frankly speaking, Sophia's size wasn't small at all. In human society, it would be above average, and among the seven witches in the monastery, she could rank third.
But unfortunately, at this moment in this room, whether it was Hattie, Theresa, or Willo who could lactate for life, their sizes were all exaggeratedly large, belonging to the very top tier of the exceptionally endowed, far beyond what she could compare to.
However, being slightly smaller wasn't bad either—it had its own flavor to play with. At least this was a size Charles could fully grasp with one hand, and next he could knead it into various different shapes, teasing and playing to his heart's content.
And thus divert some of his attention so he wouldn't surrender so quickly.
"Mm..."
Having her breast peaks played with and touched like this, Sophia's throat also began to moan delicately. But her movements didn't stop—her small but perky bottom still swayed back and forth rhythmically and evenly, using her tight body to please him.
She gradually began to speed up, hoping to use this position to make Charles explode inside her body. However, the first result of doing this was that the speed at which pleasure accumulated in her body was far beyond comparison with before!
Her delicate body began to tremble, her breathing became heavy and rapid—all this indicated that she might reach her peak before Charles instead!
And to one side, the naked Willo also came over, embracing Sophia's upper body, then kissing her lips.
Sophia closed her eyes, turned her head, extended her tongue, and kissed Willo back. With sensitive spots all over her body being stimulated, she felt her brain going numb, her body rapidly approaching the edge of eruption!
"Ah..."
Time passed second by second. Charles also couldn't help but gasp, his tone full of enjoyment. Under such prolonged, multiple, and intense stimulation, he too was approaching the limit of his endurance.
He no longer restrained himself. His hands left Sophia's breasts and embraced Theresa who was giving him a milk facial, pressing down forcefully—
That soft breast flesh covered his mouth and nose. For a moment he could barely breathe. However, the delicate sensation stimulated his nerves, finally making him unable to hold back and erupt—
"Ah—!"
Sophia also reached her limit about a second after him. Her slender and well-proportioned delicate body shuddered, spasming and swaying back and forth twice, a hot stream slowly flowing from that secret garden—she'd already vented her desire.
Her body weakly fell backward. Willo quickly supported her, letting her slowly lean back and lie on the bed.
And as Sophia lay down, that fearsome, huge thick cock also slowly withdrew from her body, its shaft bearing lewd white sticky fluid, impossible to tell whose release it was.
When the final head also came out, that thick cock suddenly swung upward as if bouncing, splashing some honey juice, announcing its master's still abundant stamina, still vigorous desire.
After settling Sophia, Willo didn't hesitate at all. She opened her mouth, leaning down to take that massive entity, still firm after release, into her mouth, carefully licking it with her tongue, savoring the lewd liquid on it.
She'd long since discovered that each nun's taste was different. She didn't know their essence was that of witches—she simply mistakenly thought the taste of these juices was naturally so.
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