Witch Monastery

"Master..."

Sephera's mournful cry was muffled against his chest as Charles cradled her head. "Shhh," he murmured, though his hips never stilled. "The pain will pass." Even as he spoke, he marveled at how her tight channel pulsed around him, the velvety walls clinging to his shaft with each thrust.

Indeed, for a witch of Sephera's slender frame - tall yet delicate - taking his full length had been overwhelming. Yet now her body was adjusting, the initial sting fading as natural lubrication eased their joining. Charles bit back a groan as her inner muscles fluttered, as if drawing him deeper.

Ah, the pleasures of witch flesh.

As Sephera's sobs quieted to shaky breaths, Charles increased his pace. Her small mouth fell open in silent wonder, her mind blank except for the overwhelming sensations. Sweet, hitching moans escaped her lips with each thrust: "Ah...ah...ah..."

Gradually, her arms regained strength around his neck. To Charles' surprise, her slender hips began moving in tentative counterrhythm, her watery core actively squeezing his cock as she learned to ride his movements.

"Ah, Sephera..." Charles' soul burned with primal satisfaction. He crushed her closer, his thrusts growing urgent. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the chamber, punctuated by Sephera's gasps and Charles' guttural groans.

When her pert breasts began bouncing with their rhythm, Charles couldn't resist capturing one peaked nipple between his teeth. He suckled greedily, tongue swirling around the stiff bud before giving it a sharp nip.

"Ah, Master—!"

Sephera's back arched violently as fresh pleasure detonated through her. Charles felt her walls clamp down in rhythmic spasms, hot liquid gushing around his buried cock as her thighs locked around him in helpless ecstasy.

As her climax subsided, she collapsed against him, whispering weakly: "Master...I can't..."

Charles' lips curved in dark amusement. "This is only the beginning," he breathed against her ear before flipping her onto hands and knees. Her slender back dipped beautifully as he positioned her, the plump globes of her ass raised in offering. Her glistening pink entrance pulsed visibly, swollen from their coupling.

Kneeling behind her, Charles gripped her hips and sheathed himself in one powerful stroke.

"Ah—Master!"

The chamber filled anew with the lewd symphony of flesh slapping flesh, Sephera's cries rising in pitch as Charles pistoned into her dripping core, each thrust more demanding than the last. Her tight heat milked his cock relentlessly, drawing him toward his own climax...

...

A full day and night passed.

At dawn the next morning, when the first rays of eastern sunlight streamed through the window to illuminate the large bed in the dorm, Charles gradually awoke from pleasant dreams.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw Sephera's slender, graceful body curled up against him, clinging to his arm in peaceful slumber.

Unwilling to disturb her, Charles shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position. Letting his mind go blank, he simply admired her beautiful features, savoring this moment of tranquility.

How strange it was, he mused, that someone with such pink long hair and innocent features could utter so many venomous mocking words.

Yet even in her weakened state, a Sephera's senses remained keen. Feeling the subtle movement of the bed, Sephera's long lashes fluttered before she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded with sleep-induced confusion.

When her vision cleared enough to recognize Charles' face, an angelic smile blossomed across her features. "Good morning, Master!"

"Good morning, Sephera." Charles returned her smile with a nod. Seeing she was awake, he made no attempt to hide his affection, reaching out to gently stroke her Pink long hair. "Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.

Their passionate activities had continued late into the night, leaving their bed in complete disarray. Sephera had been reduced to tearful pleas by the end, yet Charles hadn't released her until fully satisfied.

At his question, two adorable spots of pink appeared on her cheeks. "It doesn't hurt anymore, I... oh! Master?!"

She startled as Charles suddenly slid his arms under hers, pulling her into a full embrace.

Thinking he meant to resume last night's activities, she tensed - but he went no further. Amused by her reaction, Charles gave her bottom a playful pinch, his thick cock already hardening against her thigh. "Why are you panicking? I know you're still in pain, so I don't plan to do it now."

Sephera's flushed face disappeared beneath the covers, her naked body acutely aware of her Master's erect length pressing insistently against her soft thighs. The heat radiating from his swollen shaft made her squirm, her own body responding despite her soreness.

But leaving her Master in such discomfort seemed wrong...

After a hesitant moment, she whispered in Charles's ear, her warm breath tickling his skin: "If... if Master wouldn't mind... I could use my mouth..."

Charles turned his head, surprised, watching as her blush deepened under his gaze. Without refusing, he smiled and stroked her hair. "Then begin."

Like a serpent returning to its nest, Sephera slipped beneath the sheets. Charles gasped as a forked, delicate tongue first circled the swollen head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge before flicking across the slit. Her small lips parted, taking him inch by inch into the wet heat of her mouth.

"Mmm..." His groan of pleasure filled the room as she worked, her inexperienced but eager movements sending waves of pleasure through him. The tight suction of her mouth combined with the unique sensation of her forked tongue caressing his shaft made his hips twitch involuntarily.

Sephera hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head rhythmically as saliva dripped down his length. One small hand cupped his heavy balls while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't contain. Charles threaded his fingers through her hair, not guiding but simply enjoying the sight of her earnest service.

Outside the window, a mosquito landed on Charles's ear. He raised his hand to swat it when a familiar voice spoke: "Master, I have good news and bad news!" His hand froze just as the unexpected interruption sent a surge through him, his thick cock pulsing as he came suddenly down Sephera's throat.

The mosquito was Apostle of the Insects Witch Andny - and it bore news.

"Good news first," he managed, still catching his breath.

"The good news is—thanks to the panic from the Night of the Witches, slum residents near our monastery are willing to sell their properties and move to other districts. Land prices are dirt cheap right now! If we act fast, expanding the monastery won't be a problem!"

Charles brightened immediately.

He had already discussed the need for expansion with the witches last night during his bath.

After all, upgrading the monastery to Level 2 required 1,000 Purification Points, sufficient prestige, and 10,000 square meters of land.

The first two were already secured—only the last had been a headache.

And now, just like that, a solution had fallen into his lap.

"What's the bad news?" he asked.

"The bad news is... Blackstaff Tower has sent an investigation team. They're searching for a white-haired, handsome young man who can cast spells."

Hearing this, Charles' scalp prickled. His mind raced.

What? They—

Wait. They don't suspect the monastery, do they?

White hair wasn't particularly rare in Liberl Port. The Silver Kin, the dominant race of the Empire of Sein, typically had pale blue, silver, or white hair. Light-haired people were everywhere here.

But add young age, good looks, and spellcasting ability to the mix?

In the poor, backwater South Harbor District, that combination would stand out like a torch in the dark.

Charles couldn't help but worry—would his presence drag the monastery, previously untouched by trouble, into some new disaster?

A month ago, he had appeared at the Foggy Fisherman Tavern... and left with Hattie.

True, by the time Hattie retrieved him after the brawl, few patrons remained. And he trusted Alan, the tavern owner, to keep his mouth shut.

But what about others?

Like that half-ogre bouncer—what if he'd let something slip?

Fortunately, his worst fears hadn't materialized.

"Not yet. A few surviving Xanathar's Guild thugs reported spotting you that night, but they don't know your name or connections."

"So Blackstaff Tower's investigation team is casting a wide net. Their main targets are students from Strixhaven University..."

Charles exhaled in relief.

Thank the gods. Alan's lips really are sealed.

But then, his jaw tightened.

"Xanathar's Guild..."

Those bastards. Always causing problems for me.

"Gather the others. We'll meet in my dorm to discuss how to handle this."

Andny acknowledged the order.

The mosquito remained perched on his ear, ready to relay messages—though it behaved impeccably, staying perfectly still.

Not a single thought of taking a bite out of Charles's tender earlobe crossed its tiny mind.

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