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Catch spies in border town
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Garcia Wimbledon occupied a port
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Roland Test Firing Artillery
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Roland prepares to build a ship
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The witch mutual aid association encountered the devil on the way to find the holy mountain, and most of the witches died.
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Wendy opened her eyes and saw a strange roof. Wooden beams with spider webs, a gray brick ceiling, and a circular chandelier that had never been lit. The scene went from blurry to clear, until every detail was presented.
It was not the cold rock roof or the narrow tent, she thought, yes, I have been away from the Mutual Aid Association for more than half a month, I wonder if the mentor has led the sisters to find the holy mountain successfully?
She took a deep breath. Although it was not as fresh and cold as in the cave, the dull and warm atmosphere in the room made her feel very comfortable. Her body was wrapped in a soft velvet quilt, and there were several layers of cotton blankets under her body. She would sink slightly when she lay on it. Even if she stretched her body completely straight, her toes would not be exposed from the quilt.
She felt a little guilty for wanting to stay in bed. She had only been here for half a month, but she had a long-lost sense of peace, and her fingers unconsciously slid between her legs.
In the castle, no matter how late she got up, no one would disturb her. For example, now, Wendy turned her head and looked out the window. The gray sky was even a little dazzling. It was probably past the fox hour (10 o'clock).
In the past few years of wandering, she rarely had a peaceful sleep. The slightest noise would wake her up from her dream, and she had to prepare food for the day before dawn. She was always worried that the church would find out her whereabouts when she went out, and no one could guarantee that they would survive the next evil bite.
Even if she was hiding in the Desperate Mountains, she should have been busy with chores, or helped to dry food and herbs, blow dry the sisters' clothes wet by the snow, or clean up the camp, etc.
Wendy was not unwilling to do these things. Seeing everyone's smiles, she would feel very happy. But she found that she could not resist such a lazy life, but was a little immersed in it.
No, she couldn't be so lazy anymore. She patted her cheeks, pulled out the slippery fingers in her vagina, and mustered up her strength to get up from the bed.
After all, when she was in the monastery, the head nun often warned that lazy people would not be blessed by the gods.
Let's go to the back garden to practice controlling the wind and blow away the snow. Wendy couldn't help laughing when she thought of the prince's requirements for practice. What strange requirements they were - for example, after watching the demonstration of his ability, he hoped that he could blow the wind ten steps above his head.
However, no witch had ever been able to extend her magic power so far. When he was told that he couldn't do it, he was not angry, but came up with a weird idea: let him stand on a stool and make strong winds blow from top to bottom at the same time. Wendy tried it and found that this was a feasible method. The test results made the prince very satisfied. In addition to letting him practice more according to this method, he also asked if he had acrophobia.
Just as Nightingale said, His Highness Roland Wimbledon was an elusive person, but he was also a prince who cared for witches.
Thinking of this, Wendy sighed softly.
There really is a prince who doesn't hate witches. You are wrong, mentor.
After putting on the new witch costume, Wendy felt a little squeezed in her chest. Wendy was used to this. This new dress showed off all of Wendy's curves, especially her plump chest. The white flesh of her breasts overflowed from the low neckline. The skirt was also very short. However, with the stockings bought by His Royal Highness, it was both silky and warm, and very comfortable. Wendy immediately fell in love with this special clothing. More importantly, it looked really good with high heels. Just as Wendy was getting dressed, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was Nightingale who pushed the door open. Wendy was slightly startled, then smiled, "Your Highness, are you still awake? You actually have time to come to my place."
"What are you talking about? I don't have time to follow him every day." Nightingale blushed and raised the basket in her hand, "I brought you breakfast."
Breakfast was usually delivered to the room by the maid. Except for when His Royal Highness went to bed, Nightingale would often come to chat with her. It was difficult to see her at other times. Wendy smiled in her heart. She came over to bring food right after she woke up. She must have sneaked in to see her several times.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" She took the basket, pinched a piece of bread with cheese in it, and put it in her mouth.
"Well..." Nightingale walked to the bed and sat down, "Nana will spend... that day today."
Wendy was silent. Although it was the first magic backlash, it would not be as violent and long-lasting as the day of adulthood, but it still could not be said to be absolutely safe. The younger you are, the lower your tolerance for pain. She put the basket on the bedside table, walked up to Nightingale, patted her shoulder, and said, "Didn't His Highness say that as long as we keep releasing magic power every day, we can reduce the torture to a minimum." "
But we all know that it can only relieve it a little bit."
"At least it can help a little, right?" Wendy comforted, "Besides, what can we do?" She paused, then asked, "Where's Nana?"
"She's in the hospital now," Nightingale couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth when she said this, "I heard that her father, Baron Payne, bought a large group of hares from hunters, and now they are all sent to the hospital. He said he would practice until tomorrow."
"It's great to have a father like this," Wendy sighed, "I don't remember anything about my childhood... It's very strange, like there is a blank in my memory, without a father or a mother, and I've been staying in the monastery since I knew about the things."
"It seems that I'm a little luckier than you."
"Well, a lot luckier." Wendy sat down close to her, "Are you nervous?"
"..." Nightingale was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
Wendy certainly knew what the other party was nervous about. Today was not only a crucial day for Nanawa, but also a key turning point to change the fate of witches. If Nanawa could survive this backlash, it would mean that witches could completely get rid of the shadow of the devil's claws, and Border Town would become a veritable holy mountain - one day, all witches would gather here and live a life no different from ordinary people, and no longer have to wander around to avoid being hunted by the church.
"Anna has an idea to help Nanawa survive the magic backlash," Nightingale said after a moment of silence.
"What can I do?" Wendy was surprised. "I can't do those things in front of everyone."
"My ability... I will use my ability when the time comes. Of course, we also need your help here to help us attract other people's attention as much as possible. Dujuan will also help when the time comes."
Wendy gritted her teeth. "If it works, I will help, but what exactly should I do?"
"Let's go to Anna's room first, and we'll talk about it in detail then."
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After dinner, Nana's room was crowded with people-Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, Dujuan, Tigu, and Roland. Seeing this, the little girl's face was full of entanglement, "Uh... Will I die?"
"Of course not!" Everyone shook their heads.
"It's just the first time, the backlash will not be very strong," Wendy held Nana's right hand and said, "Concentrate, you can hold on."
"If it hurts, pinch Daddy's hand," Tigu shook his daughter's left hand and said, "You have become very strong in the hospital. Dad is proud of you."
The little girl nodded, looking past the crowd and finally looking at Anna.
Anna walked up to her, kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear: "We will let you survive"
"...Yeah."
"Okay, everyone, don't make our girl too nervous. Give her some space. Anna and I will watch over her. You can go to the next room and wait for a while. The night is still long. We will take turns then."
Nightingale clapped her hands, indicating that it was already dark outside. They couldn't all stay in one room all night. Nana also looked at Tigu and said, "It's okay, Dad. Sister Anna and Sister Nightingale are here. If there is anything, I will call you."
Tigu was a little reluctant, but he also knew that he couldn't help much here. Moreover, it was a private space between girls, and it was not good for a grown man like him to intervene. Moreover, for some reason, the extremely worried thoughts in his heart also faded. He didn't understand witch affairs, so he should leave it to professionals.
When Roland, Tigu, Dujuan, Wendy and Lightning left the room, Nightingale and Anna sat on both sides of Nana. Looking at the little girl who was nervously twisting her skirt, Anna gently hugged her.
"Don't worry, remember what we discussed before? Now there is a way to help you get through the magic riot, but Nana, remember to be patient! After the initial pain, it will become very comfortable later, and we will accompany you, don't be afraid."
"Do you want to use the semen we talked about before? But I'm still a little scared." Nana remembered what everyone had discussed before. Although she listened to Sister Anna and didn't tell these things to others, she still knew a little about the relationship between men and women, and now she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"It's okay, come, put this on, and then you just need to lie down and don't resist." Nightingale took out a black eye mask, put it on Nana, and let her lie down on the bed. After taking off her delicate little shoes, her feet wrapped in white silk twisted left and right uneasily. For an innocent girl like Nana, Roland of course chose white pantyhose for her. Of course, this was just out of a little selfishness. Nana also liked this kind of white pantyhose, and Tigu also praised it.
Seeing that Nanawa was ready, Anna nodded to Nightingale, who then disappeared and prepared to start planning.
Nightingale's ability was indeed convenient. Not long after, Nightingale appeared in the room again, but there was another person beside him.
It was a ragged man with stains all over his body, and he was emitting a foul smell. At this time, his clothes were grabbed by Nightingale, and he also wore a blindfold on his face, a piece of rag in his mouth, and his hands were tied behind his back. At this moment, his face was full of panic, and he was "whining" in his mouth, as if begging for mercy.
"It's hard to find a decent man now, so I can only find one from the slums. I checked it, and the balls are big, so there should be enough semen. If not, there are a few more. I will send them over when the time comes."
Nightingale whispered to Anna, and at the same time, she used her hands to open the man's lower body, revealing a dark penis and huge balls.
Anna nodded, then endured the stench on the man's body, put her face close to his ear and said, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we just want you to help us, and we will let you go after we're done, and we will compensate you. I will let go of your mouth, and I hope you don't scream, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
After that, she slowly pulled out the cloth that was blocking the man's mouth, and signaled Nightingale to be ready to stop the man from screaming at any time.
The man first took a few deep breaths. Anna's clear voice like a silver bell was still echoing in his ears, and the faint fragrance from his nose let him know that he was now in a woman's room, but he could not see anything and his hands were still tied. He was about to go to bed but was tied up inexplicably. He was afraid of losing his life, and his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy tremblingly: "Miss, I have no money and no strength. It's useless for you to come to me. Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone!"
No matter how Anna tried to persuade him in a soft voice and said that she would not hurt him, the man still begged for mercy. In the end, Nightingale whispered viciously in his ear: "We are attracted by your big cock and big balls. We want to use your cock to make the lady feel comfortable. If you keep on talking like this, I will cut off your cock and feed it to yourself!"
The man didn't dare to speak at once, and at the same time he was relieved. He didn't take off the blindfold at all, and finally got rid of the idea of being silenced.
Anna looked at Nightingale and disliked her rude words, while Nightingale shrugged and said: There is no need to talk nicely to these people, they don't understand, the simpler and rougher the better.
Nightingale pulled the man up, then took off his pants, and slowly stroked his limp penis with her small hands. At this time, the man finally confirmed that the two ladies really liked his penis, but his penis was in someone else's hands, especially when he had just been threatened, and lacked stimulation, so he couldn't get hard all of a sudden.
Nightingale saw that after stroking for a long time, the man's penis still didn't get better, and said to the man impatiently: "Why can't you get hard? Is it impossible?"
"Miss, I can't help it. I was just scared by you. I'm not stimulated enough and can't get hard." The man was afraid of being abandoned at this time. After all, such a nice voice must be good-looking.
It's a great fortune for him, who doesn't even have money to find a prostitute, to have this opportunity.
He quickly said that he was very normal.
Anna whispered to Nightingale, "Let's hurry up, time waits for no one, Nanawa is the most important."
Then she looked at the man's stained penis, she couldn't let such a dirty penis enter Nanawa's pure virgin hole.
Anna slowly knelt in front of the man, motioned Nightingale to hand it over to her, then held the man's penis in one hand, grabbed the two huge testicles in the other hand, opened her mouth, and took the glans wrapped by the foreskin.
Her clever tongue opened the foreskin and reached in. It was full of smegma, and the salty and fishy taste overflowed into her mouth, but Anna didn't feel disgusted at all, she said to herself in her mind: I did this for Nanawa herself.
Seeing Anna start to move her mouth, Nightingale was also surprised. She didn't expect Anna to be so decisive. But then she thought about it. For some reason, unlike herself, Roland still hadn't slept with Anna. So the desires accumulated from the awakening day to now must have been a lot. This might be to relieve some of the desires.
Thinking of this, Nightingale felt that she couldn't let Anna do it alone, so she untied the man's bound hands and led him to her chest and thighs.
The man's glans had been slowly erect since it was wrapped in a warm and moist place. The man didn't expect that these ladies would be willing to eat his dirty cock. The last time he took a bath was probably several months ago. The lady even stuck her tongue into the foreskin and cleaned it carefully. Could it be that he had met that kind of aristocratic bitch woman? The delicate little hands were still slowly rubbing his balls, and the man couldn't help but sigh in comfort.
Not only that, the lady who held him hostage also untied her hands, as if she believed the excuse that the stimulation was not enough, and pressed her hand on a soft spot, and put the other hand down on the warm thigh.
Although he was touching the breasts through the clothes, the big and soft touch made the man want to cry. After tentatively grasping it twice, seeing that the lady did not object, he began to knead it hard. The other hand was stroking Nightingale's plump thighs. The thin fabric made him feel very novel, but the silky and warm feeling was really good. The man instinctively reached his hand between Nightingale's legs, and Nightingale gently clamped her legs, allowing the man to enjoy the silky smoothness without being unable to move. However, the man's hand gradually became unbridled, and his nature hiding behind fear slowly revived, as if to retaliate against Nightingale's previous rough treatment of him. The man gradually moved his hand upwards, pulled the tiger's mouth upwards, and stuck it outside Nightingale's honey hole through her underwear and pantyhose.
The hot hole exuded a moist breath, and the man's hand pinched it hard, and the honey juice was soaked out, and Nightingale also unconsciously groaned.
"Who does this damn man think he is? But, my wet lower body is really comfortable..." Nightingale bit her lips and thought to herself. At this time, the collar of her witch costume had been stripped down by the man, exposing her snow-white breasts, which were pinched by the man like jelly. Her rosy and erect nipples also expressed Nightingale's desire.
Under the man's crotch, the foreskin had been cleaned by Anna, and all the smegma was swallowed by Anna with saliva. As the penis became erect, the glans gradually appeared. The glans covered with dust and semen was also licked clean by Anna. The rosy glans was still in and out of Anna's mouth, and as Anna swallowed, the man's urethra kept oozing transparent liquid, but it was also swallowed by Anna's tongue.
Anna didn't know why she had such a skilled oral sex technique, as if she was born with it. Looking at the man's lush pubic hair, the bulging scrotum in her hands, and the glans stirring in her mouth, Anna was so happy now!
But when Anna found that the man's scrotum began to stir and the penis in her mouth was trembling unconsciously, she knew that she couldn't continue. The precious semen couldn't be wasted on herself like this. Nanawa was still waiting.
When Anna spit out the penis, the man seemed to fall from heaven to earth.
He unconsciously grasped Nightingale's breasts tightly with his hands, and begged again: "Merciful lady, don't do this, I'm about to cum! Suck it for a while! Just a little while!"
"I'll let you cum, don't worry, but not in my mouth." Anna comforted the man while leading the man to the bed with Nightingale. The man was afraid that Nightingale would leave, so he grabbed Nightingale's breasts tightly and refused to let go.
It was not until he felt another warm body that the man realized that there was another person on the bed. His hands were placed on the slender calves of the lady on the bed. The same silky touch made him love it.
"Nanawa, don't be afraid. Come on, spread your legs. I taught you before." Anna looked at Nanawa with a blushing face and whispered in her ear. Nanawa had already heard their conversation before, but she was too shy to move or make a sound.
Nanawa obediently spread her two white silk legs, and the man also came to the bed. With the help of Nightingale, he knelt between Nanawa's legs and held her knees with his hands. It seemed that he also knew where he was and what position the lady under him was in. The cock under his crotch was erected high, as if waiting for something.
Anna touched Nanawa's crotch and got her hands full of lewd juice. Nanawa was already wet, so it seemed that she didn't need to do any foreplay. The wet pussy was separated by semi-transparent white silk, and she didn't wear any underwear. This was also what Anna told her in advance. Anna's fingers slightly exerted force, and the white silk between Nanawa's crotch was torn. The pink pussy opened slightly, full of expectation.
Nightingale also stuck to the man's back, holding the man's penis with both hands, and moved forward with her lower body against the man's buttocks, so that the man's glans hit Nanawa's slightly open hole.