Charles wasn't entirely sure what she meant by her words, but he had a hazy idea of what she needed right at that moment.
He leaned in close to Willo's ear, his voice solemn and pious: "Life shouldn't deny its own instincts. That's the foundation that's kept us going all this time."
"Matriarch, the Goddess never encourages her children to hold themselves back for any reason other than health. That's defiance, and it twists human nature."
He whispered low, like sincere advice or maybe a devil's temptation: "If you need me, I'm willing to be your support too."
But it worked like a charm—Willo's already fragile defenses in her heart came crashing down, replaced by a total acceptance of her own desires.
She didn't say a word, but then she gently lifted her hands and hugged Charles's waist right back.
No extra words were needed. That one action made her intentions at that moment perfectly clear.
She needed him.
Willo gently closed her eyes, and as she openly faced the longing deep in her heart, deciding she'd entwine her life with his for the rest of her days, she suddenly found all her thoughts flowing naturally, her heart more peaceful and at ease than ever before.
The unpredictable future at that moment seemed to turn into a smooth path, and she suddenly felt that no matter how many hardships lay ahead, there'd be a pair of strong arms to support her, to hold her, letting her get through it all safely.
She liked this feeling, and reflexively, she lifted her face upward.
Charles followed by lowering his head, kissing her pale-pink lips.
It wasn't super intense right from the start; the two of them were just lightly kissing each other. But before long, Willo started taking the initiative to seek more. The Satyr Matriarch clumsily stuck out her somewhat thin delicate tongue, licking Charles's lips, teasing his desire, so soon enough, her tongue was drawn into Charles's mouth, gently sucked.
Her body and consciousness were both heating up, and this feeling of being claimed didn't panic her at all—instead, it felt incredibly wonderful.
Charles's big hands started wandering restlessly over her body, and a slightly ominous association popped up in Willo's mind, and sure enough, he then released her tongue, leaning back to her ear again, whispering low: "Matriarch, the clothes."
This magical leather robe made from fallen leaves was way too thick and rough, and it couldn't be undone. Caressing over it was a real mood killer.
Willo reflexively covered her collar with her hand, instinctively refusing: "But, we're still outside..."
She didn't mind the outdoor cold; druids' constitutions aren't bothered by this kind of mild chill. However, her refusal wasn't all that firm or strong, which gave Charles the confidence to keep pursuing.
"It's okay, Matriarch," he said. "They're all asleep; no one will know."
Willo lightly bit her lower lip, her head still in a hazy state from the heat. Charles's reasoning clearly didn't have much persuasive power, but she somehow believed it anyway, starting to silently chant an incantation in her mouth.
By the time she snapped back to reality, her robe had already turned back into dried leaves, fluttering down to the garden's grass, revealing her pure white and flawless voluptuous body.
Her ample breasts stood proudly, with no sign of sagging at all under the boost of nature magic. The pink cherries below had faint halos, not at all like those of a mother who'd already raised a child in her teens.
The bright moonlight spilled over her body, draping her jade-like skin in a layer of cool glow, making her even more like a goddess stepped out of a painting, utterly beautiful and beyond compare.
Willo shyly raised her arm, covering the stunning view of her chest, while her other hand covered the mysterious garden in her triangular region.
Charles wasn't in a rush to start, kissing her cheek again, then slowly downward, kissing her delicate neck, fragrant shoulders, collarbone, gradually building up her body's excitement, then climbing up to her breast, taking one nipple into his mouth—
"Mmm..."
A numbing, itchy sensation hit her nerves; Willo's breathing grew a bit heavy, her legs went weak, and she could only hold onto Charles's shoulders with both arms to stay steady.
Charles couldn't support her body, so he simply helped her slowly squat down, sitting in the spot covered by the fallen leaves from her robe, also letting the surrounding shrubs block the two of them from view.
He lost himself in sucking, the slippery warm sweetness of the milk filling his throat, easing the fatigue he'd built up during the day.
He wrapped one arm around Willo's body, while his other hand climbed to her other full breast, kneading and teasing the nipple on top, making it quickly swell with blood and stand erect.
Willo's ruddy complexion was like blood, but she felt like she needed to do something too. Knowing that the next part tonight was inevitable, she then reached out, clumsily undoing Charles's priest's robes, exposing his fit six-pack abs at the waist, then probing downward.
When that thick cock sprang out from under the constraints of his clothes, Willo was also startled by its ferocious shape. That night she'd been lost in passion, not noticing anything beyond the pleasure; maybe in a flash she'd glimpsed the thing that brought her joy, but it hadn't left any memory in her mind.
Looking at that thing pointing angrily at her face, engorged and red, she endured her shyness, climbing onto it with both small hands, gently caressing, trying to bring Charles pleasure too.
And with that, her previously covered triangular section was now exposed. Charles reached down with one hand, passing over the bush, precisely finding the already soaking secrets garden, then a middle finger drove straight in—
"Mmm..."
Another heavy gasp came from Willo's throat, but this time she had no rejection at all toward the foreign object suddenly invading her body, and unlike the first time, she didn't reflexively clamp her legs shut tight.
She enjoyed Charles's middle finger stirring and teasing inside her body, her own hands not stopping, comforting that thick cock that would soon be put to great use.
Under the moonlight, in the garden surrounded by shrubs, the naked man and woman were like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, giving each other the pleasures of life.
"Oh..."
Gradually, Willo's gasps grew heavier, showing signs of stamina running out first. Her vision gradually blurred, and in this fingertip skirmish, she once again lost first.
Her small mouth parted slightly, feeling her throat dry and in need of moisture. Charles sensed her need, holding a mouthful of Satyr's milk, lifting his head, and kissing her.
While savoring the taste of her own milk in Charles's mouth, a small stream of heat flowed out from the depths of that garden.
A moment later, their lips parted; Willo raised her hands, hugging Charles's neck, her whole body softly collapsing to the ground. The winter cold wind couldn't extinguish her surging flames; looking at his fair face, she found it more and more satisfying.
And Charles helped her up, asking softly: "Can you still stand?"
Willo looked fearfully at her own body, then at the surrounding low shrubs: "Better to get on all fours; someone might see."
Charles comforted her: "It's fine; they're all asleep, no one will come."
Willo couldn't find a reason to refuse; her weakened feet barely squeezed out a bit more strength, slowly standing up. The garden had the entire monastery's only ginkgo tree, its leaves already fallen at this time; Charles helped her walk to the tree's side, letting her hold the trunk with both hands, then pressing one hand on her lower back, signaling her to bend her waist down.
And to lift her ass as high as possible.
Willo blushed, letting him position her into such a shameful posture. As her waist bent lower and lower, her rounded hips rose higher and higher in comparison, her soaking secrets garden fully exposed under the moonlight, the soybean-sized thing symbolizing desire swelling with blood, the vertical pink lips slightly wriggling, as if gasping open and closed, or as if craving his entry.
Truly exquisite.
Charles couldn't bear to enter right away for a moment, instead grabbing her plump butt flesh with both hands, squatting his own body down, then from behind, kissing those vertical lips.
"Mmm—!"
Feeling that unusual contact, Willo immediately let out a soft cry. She then looked down in surprise, through the chest hanging down with gravity, from the cleft in the middle discovering that Charles hadn't thrust his thick cock in, but was instead teasing her with his mouth.
"You..." She didn't know what to say, and when Charles started extending his tongue, licking and teasing that swollen sensitive bean, her thoughts and words were immediately interrupted, unable to say any effective information anymore, "Ah—!"
She quickly bit her teeth, not wanting her cries to wake the other nuns in the monastery, then have the group come out to watch this shameful act.
She could feel Charles passionately kissing, sucking, licking her most sensitive places. That tongue even probed into her body, scraping its internal folds, stimulating her sensitive nerves.
The tension of fearing discovery, plus this never-experienced novel stimulation, made Willo's nerves instantly taut, her whole body without a single muscle not trembling.
So soon enough, a stream of heat slowly flowed out from her body.
It hadn't even officially started, and she'd already climaxed for the second time tonight.
Willo felt her feet going soft, her legs trembling. She could barely stand, needing to hug the tree trunk in front of her with both hands to barely maintain her current posture.
However, this still couldn't be considered the start. After all, up until now, Charles still hadn't truly entered her body.
And in the next moment, having played enough, Charles finally stood up, steadying his thick cock with one hand, hugging her full rounded hips with the other, squeezing open those soaking pink tender lips and the slippery beautiful flesh inside, driving straight in all the way—
"Ah—"
When her tight flesh was forcibly spread, the scorching ferocious thick cock pierced through the entire passage, filling her lonely body, Willo finally couldn't hold back, letting out a long and melodious moan.
"Ha..."
Charles also let out a sigh; he could feel Willo's muscles frequently contracting, sending out powerful suction, trying to extract that seed of life, sucking him completely dry!
He forcibly held back the urge to finish right then, hugging her ass, starting to slowly thrust in and out one stroke at a time.
Every time his waist and abdomen slammed into Willo's rounded hips, that plump beautiful flesh would ripple with waves, the impact force transmitting to her upper body, the pair of huge breasts hanging down with gravity gently swaying back and forth, the two cherries swaying out beautiful pink arcs.
"Ah..."
Like dry tinder meeting a fierce flame, Willo felt her whole body ignited. She couldn't help crying out again, but immediately realized that this was highly likely to wake the other nuns.
She gritted her teeth, trying to resist instinct with willpower. However, even though Charles maintained a leisurely pace, the pleasure kept building in her body, like floodwaters rising higher and higher, but the height of the willpower dam was extremely limited!
When Charles slightly sped up, that massive wave of pleasurable energy instantly broke through her will!
"Ah—!"
Another long moan came from her throat, declaring the total failure of her willpower resistance. Then, she quickly pulled back one hand, covering her mouth, to keep herself from making noise.
But this immediately caused another problem. Her already soft and limp body couldn't support the standing posture at all, needing both hands hugging the tree trunk to barely hold herself up.
And now, trying to support her whole body weight with just one hand immediately seemed incredibly difficult.
Especially since Charles's movements were still increasing in amplitude, impacting into her body with stronger force, the waves of joy coming one after another, making her whole legs go soft, almost losing sensation!
"Woo... Woo—!"
Whimpers came from her throat; even with her hand covering her mouth, the sounds still couldn't help leaking out from the gaps.
Finally, with Charles's fierce thrust deep inside once more, the terrifying pleasure sent her to the clouds for the third time. A small surge of heat flowed out from her body; Willo's consciousness went blank, her legs went weak, and she knelt to the ground.
That flushed thick cock also withdrew from her body accordingly, making a "pop—" light sound, covered in a layer of slippery warm transparent mucus, standing proudly in the cold wind.
Charles looked down at Willo kneeling on the ground, her upper body close to the earth, gasping intensely without stop, and couldn't help a soft sigh. Because of the intense emotions, her smooth jade back was covered in an alluring layer of pink, looking incredibly cute.
Without forcing this Satyr to stand up again, he then knelt behind her body, spreading his thighs, lowering his center of gravity, so that the height of that thick cock could perfectly align with the entrance of that pink garden.
Then, his hand pressed on her lower back again, gently pushing down. Only by bending her waist into a downward concave curve could she assume that most energy-saving posture, maximizing the savings of Willo's physical endurance.
Willo let him position her; she slightly came back to her senses, then blushed and looked back: "Priest, I..."
She wanted to say she really couldn't stand anymore, but Charles ignored her following words, steadying his thick cock, driving straight in once more—
"Oh—!"
Her intended words were interrupted; another melodious moan came from her throat. She quickly closed her mouth, grabbing the dirt and withered yellow grass on the ground with both hands, furrowing her brows, trying to use this to keep herself from making sounds.
But soon she discovered that doing this seemed futile. Right at that moment, every time Charles's waist and abdomen slammed into her rounded hips, it would bring a crisp splashing collision sound, so clear in this silent cold night!
Doing this, wouldn't it attract other people's attention?
What if, someone really saw...
Willo's heart was filled with terror, but the massive pleasure made her unable to interrupt this experience. Immersed in the terror of waking people and being discovered, unknowingly, a strange excitement emerged in her heart again.
Her muscles tightened, her thighs and then triangular core district all started clamping with force, gripping Charles's thick cock—
Charles could feel it; the resistance to his thrusts was getting bigger and bigger. Similarly, that pressure and suction were getting stronger and stronger, each in-and-out bringing more intense pleasure. The stockpiled joy assaulted his mind; relying solely on willpower, he could no longer hold back the desire to unleash—
And at the same time, the extremely excited Willo also reached today's fourth peak: "Ah... ah—ah——————!"
She endured no more, opening her mouth, letting out a string of bright moans. As Charles injected the hot vitality into the deepest part of her body, she also arrived at tonight's strongest pleasure together.
"Whew..."
After unleashing, Charles let out a long breath; tonight's first release hadn't brought him much fatigue. Then he bent down, reached out, hugged Willo's delicate body, giving her the caress of the afterglow.
"Ah..."
Willo slightly came back to her senses, looking at his face, her eyes full of unconcealable satisfaction and affection: "Priest..."
Charles lowered his head, gently kissing her lips. Willo responded to him too; this kiss wasn't as intense as at the start, but it carried an indescribable satisfaction.
On the withered yellow fallen leaves, the two kissed like this, not feeling cold at all; all they could feel from each other was passion.
And right at that moment, footsteps suddenly came from afar. The two immersed in each other's bodies suddenly snapped awake, then turned their heads, carefully observing through the shrubs, seeing several nuns sneaking over not far away.
Willo immediately became extremely tense, like facing a great enemy. But Charles raised his fingertip, making a "shh" gesture, then carefully observed what they were doing.
Then, the two heard one nun speak: "Sister Winnie, isn't this a bit improper?"
Then, another nun spoke: "What's improper about it? We can't just let you go hungry!"
"But, actually, it's because I had no appetite for dinner tonight, that's why..."
"Well, isn't that because you were too worried about your family? That's not your fault; everyone has those special situations!"
"But, lighting a fire for a midnight snack still feels a bit guilty; firewood isn't cheap."
"Don't worry; the Priest has plenty of money. And even if he didn't, if you went to him now, he absolutely wouldn't just watch you starve, right?"
"This..."
"What? Don't believe me? Want to go wake him up and ask?"
"Ah, no no, better not disturb the Priest's rest..."
...
Charles suddenly understood: there was a battle nun who, because of some issue at night, was too anxious to eat dinner; now the problem was solved, hunger suddenly hit, and she wanted to add a midnight snack for herself!
Hmm... this could be considered a good thing; after all, for a combatant, being able to eat and drink is always better than a sub-healthy state of never being thirsty, hungry, or sweating all day!
Thinking this, he deeply agreed with that Winnie girl's attitude; even if he had no money, he absolutely wouldn't let his nuns go hungry.
The money for daily necessities, even if he had to sell his looks, he'd pay for the girls.
But before he could relax, he heard the girls discussing something again: "By the way, did you all hear that? There seemed to be some noise from the garden side?"
Willo's heart leapt into her throat, but then, an even more terrifying voice came: "Yeah, I heard it too; it sounded like voices!"
"It's the middle of the night, at this hour, who could it be?"
"Ah? Don't tell me..."
"Maybe thieves infiltrated our monastery!"
"Ah?!"
"Yeah, I've heard stories like that; some pervy little thief sneaks into a monastery, harms a nun, and then she, afraid he'd spread it and ruin her reputation, is willing to satisfy all his demands, even becoming his accomplice, dragging the other nuns in too..."
"There's such a thing?! We have to wake the Priest and everyone, strengthen our vigilance, absolutely can't let such a little thief succeed!"
"I think so too; quick, pull the warning alarm, get everyone up—"