Witch Monastery

Chapter 402: Nidalee’s Craving

Three days later.

Since this trip’s destination was near the Darklake in the Underdark, and considering there might be aquatic combat, Charles brought Hattie, Theresa, and Nymeria along for the journey into the mountains.

Worried about disrupting the town’s normal operations, Charles had made it clear to Nidalee beforehand not to prepare any grand reception—just keep everything business as usual.

So his arrival caused hardly a stir, with only a handful of people knowing he’d come. Nidalee personally greeted him, allowed Nymeria to go off freely in search of gourmet food, then led the three of them directly to the core district of the monastery branch, into her usual office scriptorium.

After dismissing her secretary, the druid drew the curtains, then pounced on Charles like a beast starved for days, ignoring Theresa’s surprised expression and Hattie’s amused one as she kissed his lips hungrily.

Clearly, these past months—though the town’s administrative duties had consumed most of her mental energy, and she could handle things herself with her fingertips—for Nidalee, who’d long gotten a taste for this, it had nearly driven her crazy.

Charles was the same. After the initial surprise, he didn’t care that this was her office and began kissing her back fiercely.

His hands didn’t stop either, undoing the straps tied at her back. Even after being with him for so long, this girl still maintained a certain primitive style in her daily dress—roughly wrapping herself in thick animal hide armor, as long as it covered her body, kept her warm, and offered light protection, that was enough.

This was naturally far from fashionable, but combined with her generous chest, clearly defined muscles, and wheat-colored skin, that primitive yet unbridled wild charm hit him full force, making Charles unable to resist.

He slipped his hands under Nidalee’s clothes, kneading those exaggerated, full breasts, then discovered the nipples at their peaks were already engorged and erect.

Nidalee gasped heavily, licking his tongue, her aggression so intense it almost scared Charles. She practically forced him down, laying him on her office desk, while she crouched over him like a leopard, then reached out to undo both their belts.

"Hattie!"

She suddenly broke the kiss, turned her head, eyes hazy, face flushed. "Quick, help me!"

"Use your tentacles—come in from above and behind!"

Hattie covered her face, looking utterly helpless. "Ugh..."

Like Charles, sometimes she also felt Nidalee’s fetish was a bit strange—stranger than hers even, though she was the abnormal witch and Nidalee was supposed to be a normal human.

But even so, she didn’t refuse. Silently chanting an incantation, dense black mist spread from beneath her nun’s habit, and two tentacles belonging to her true body—ink-green, slimy and slick—emerged.

The tentacles swayed nimbly. One climbed up Nidalee’s lower body, pulling her pants down to her thighs, exposing her round but firm, pert bottom completely to the air.

Then the tentacle found Nidalee’s tender back entrance, its slender tip first squeezing in to help her relax and stretch her open, then the thick middle section slowly pushed in, and in further—

"Ah...!"

Nidalee let out a long, melodious moan, but then another nimble tentacle drilled into her mouth, coiling around her tongue. The protrusions on the tentacle rubbed against the nerves on her tongue tip, making her mentally even more excited.

Then, maintaining its coiled position, the tentacle continued inward, penetrating deep into her throat—

"Mmm—mmm—"

With both of her body’s sensitive spots simultaneously assaulted like this, Nidalee’s throat immediately emitted a series of whimpers. Her delicate body trembled continuously, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead and back. Though things hadn’t officially started yet, she was already rolling her eyes back.

Charles kneaded her breasts, enjoying the firm, wonderfully elastic feel, while one hand moved down. When it touched the entrance to her secret garden, he found she was already flooded.

This girl really was about to burst from pent-up need.

This thought surfaced in his mind. Without making her wait any longer, he then flipped her over, laying her on the office desk while he loomed over her from above. His thick cock aimed at the entrance, pushing open the vertical lips. Unlike how he’d be gentle with other girls, his waist thrust forward hard, and that thick massive entity plunged in all the way to the hilt!

"Mmm—mmm—!"

Nidalee’s round but firm thighs suddenly clamped around his waist, her hands also gripping his shoulders, her waist arching upward, eyes rolling wildly back. Obviously, just from this one thrust, she’d already been sent to heaven, reaching today’s first peak.

Then her body went limp, collapsing on the desk like mud, drenched in sweat, gasping nonstop, the thighs clamping his waist also relaxing their strength.

Feeling the sudden hot rush flowing from her body, Charles wasn’t in a hurry to continue. Knowing she was still experiencing the afterglow, he maintained the fully-inserted position without urgently thrusting in and out, instead reaching out to gently caress her hair and face, comforting her.

Hattie was also very familiar with coordinating in these situations. Her tentacles also slowed their movements, even quietly withdrawing partway, so she wouldn’t continuously endure such strong stimulation.

Their patience had a good effect. As Nidalee’s excitement passed and she gradually came to her senses, feeling the wonderful sensation of three thick things simultaneously moving in her body, her interest quickly rekindled. She clamped his waist again, her fit waist beginning to consciously sway up and down, which also made her full breasts sway back and forth as she insatiably demanded more from him!

Seeing her recovered, Charles showed a smile. No longer holding back, his waist slowly pulled back, withdrawing his thick cock a short distance, then thrust forward hard again, penetrating to the root!

"Mmm—!"

Nidalee cried out sweetly again. This charge made her garden gush out quite a bit more fluid. She swayed her waist frantically, meeting him, demanding, as if today Charles absolutely couldn’t stop until he’d turned her into a puddle of mud!

And Charles showed no mercy either, beginning to thrust powerfully, picking up speed. His intensity grew more fierce, the large-amplitude high-speed entries and exits causing Nidalee’s body to spray out great splashes of water, quickly soaking the desk surface, floor, and chair here—everywhere were traces left by their lovemaking.

Under this triple assault, soon she reached today’s second and third peaks.

Behind them, Theresa, who hadn’t participated from beginning to end, just quietly used magic to seal the window again. This way, even if someone ran over to peek, they’d only see their own reflection as if looking in a mirror, absolutely unable to discover the abnormality inside.

Two hours later, Nidalee, drenched in sweat, lay limp in Charles’s arms, breath thread-thin, eyes so moist they seemed ready to melt, her face written all over with incomparable satisfaction.

But Charles, sitting in the chair and holding the druid, was still full of energy, showing no signs of much fatigue.

Not that his stamina was too strong—it was just that this girl had seemed so frenzied earlier, frantically extracting from him like her life depended on it, as if she wouldn’t stop until she’d wrung him completely dry.

But under the three-pronged assault, her own endurance was consumed extremely fast. Within a few minutes she’d be sent by Charles directly to a peak of pleasure, then after a brief rest, the process would repeat.

The result was what it was now—she herself was so exhausted she had no strength left, lying limp in his arms, unable to even speak.

While Charles had barely consumed any stamina, his ammunition stores still half full, ready to go another round anytime.

However, recalling the previous two hours of madness and looking at Nidalee’s current listless state, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

No, he couldn’t indulge her like this in the future. Business had to come first, then he could consider satisfying her.

He thought this, but didn’t blame the girl, just held her, quietly waiting for her to recover her strength. "Want to sleep first? We can discuss the real business of this trip after you wake up?"

Nidalee’s gaze was hazy. She also knew she’d been too indulgent earlier. Delaying serious business for this reason was really inexcusable. So she forced herself to rally, standing up. "No need, Master. I can report to you right now."

As she spoke, she stood, and though her hands were still trembling, she still forced herself to reach for the nearby drawer to retrieve the documents she needed for work. "There are mainly two matters this time. I didn’t dare make decisions on my own, so I must ask Master to decide."

Charles nodded. Seeing she was prepared, he quickly entered work mode. "Go ahead, I’ll think of solutions for you."

"The first is about the Stonefist tribe." Smoothing her hair, Nidalee continued, "The Stonefist tribe is a half-orc tribe with a relatively pro-Waterdeep Port attitude. Many of them previously worked at Rockseeker’s Outpost, mainly providing security services."

"After Rockseeker’s Outpost was destroyed, many of them lost their jobs, so now they’ve come to us, hoping to continue security work in this town."

Charles nodded. He actually understood these basic circumstances. Never mind anything else, just the one he knew—Yagra Stonefist, who served as a bodyguard beside Daevyl Starsong—was from this half-orc tribe.

Then Nidalee explained her concerns again. "I actually really want their security group, but Master, you previously promised the Chimera tribe you’d leave them a position."

"And these two tribes have some grudges between them, so I’m also worried that later they might stir up conflicts with each other, instead becoming a security hazard for our town."

"I therefore can’t make up my mind, so Master, please look at these materials. What should we do to be most appropriate?"

Charles immediately laughed, then reached out and tapped her little nose. "Have a bit of confidence in our strength, girl."

Nidalee blinked. "Huh?"

Charles was somewhat too lazy to speak, narrowing his eyes slightly, then said, "Hattie, you explain."

Nidalee turned her head to look at the deep-sea witch beside her, putting on an expression of humbly seeking instruction, then heard Hattie speak. "Whether it’s the monastery’s battle nuns or the spellcasters of the Green Vines tribe, they’re all powerful combat forces. Add it up, and our strength far exceeds these two tribes."

"Right now they’re the ones asking us for help, not the other way around. If they can’t control their people and cause us damage, just decisively find a reason to kick them out."

"They should be the ones worrying about this, not us."

Nidalee blinked. "Huh? But they’re half-orcs, will they really..."

As a member of the Mountain People, she knew very well what these neighbors of hers who also lived in the mountains were like—how capricious they were, how few could truly follow rules...

But then she saw Charles’s gaze grow distant. "The Chimera tribe, I can’t say for sure. Uh, basically all the tribes in your Alliance of the Mountain Purifiers have this problem."

Nidalee’s expression was somewhat awkward as she lowered her head sheepishly. Charles didn’t really mean to hit her too hard, continuing, "But the Stonefist tribe should have this awareness. Never mind anything else, Nidalee, you yourself are a member of the Mountaineer tribe—they definitely know that."

"Your tribe also had a hand in destroying Rockseeker’s Outpost. By rights they should hate you too, but they still came. What does that tell you?"

Nidalee looked up. "Uh..."

"Obviously, in the face of huge, visible future benefits, the Stonefist tribe very smartly set aside those past grievances." Charles spread his hands. "Though they might bring up old issues again in the future for other reasons and trigger war, at least right now, they’re definitely the ones asking us."

"So leave these problems for them to solve. If they can’t solve them and insist on causing us trouble, just find a reason to tell them to scram. On this plateau, the one thing we’re not short of is warriors!"

Nidalee looked at him with worshipful eyes. When he said this, a powerful sense of security suddenly welled up in her heart, as if no matter how much she threw her weight around with outsiders, he would always support her from behind, being her strong backing.

This feeling made her body somewhat feverish. If not for her stamina truly being completely consumed right now, with no way to continue, she probably would have pulled Charles along for another fierce round.

Unfortunately, her body was already exhausted and couldn’t possibly support another bout of such intense lovemaking. So she just stared at him foolishly, her face full of silly smiles.

Charles reached out and hooked her little nose again. "All right, stop grinning like an idiot. What about the second matter?"

Nidalee came slightly back to her senses, then said, "The second matter is about the Alliance of the Mountain Purifiers."

Charles raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Oh? How are those clueless guys doing now?"

Nidalee sighed. After all, her father and many of her kin were there, and she couldn’t yet be stone-hearted enough to completely sever ties, so she couldn’t laugh out loud like Charles. "They... have pretty much split up now."

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