Charles didn't know, but the anticipation in his heart transformed into flames, making both his body and mind burn with heat.
Just then, Hattie lifted her head to gaze up at him, her watery eyes full of seduction, her moist red lips slightly parted, revealing teeth as neat and white as shells within.
He lowered his head, gently kissing her lips, savoring the sweet taste that came in waves—no matter how much he tasted, he'd never tire of it.
Hattie extended her tongue, lightly licking his lips in return, responding to his kiss. Charles's hands slipped through the gaps in her nun's habit, and with one reach, he caressed skin as delicate as a baby's.
His fingertips needed no further effort to touch that pair of large, towering breasts. With no undergarments to obstruct him, those full, ample breasts were separated from the outside world by only a single layer of the nun's habit's fabric.
Every time Charles embraced her, thinking of the scene of her being completely naked beneath that nun's habit, he couldn't help but burn with desire. And this feeling—of her looking fully dressed from the outside, yet being able to directly touch those breasts when he reached inside—made his blood boil even more fiercely.
He began to long for all of this. These past days of constant travel, followed by studying spells whenever they stopped—he didn't dare relax for even a moment during the day, his nerves and body completely taut.
Only at times like these could the witches' beautiful bodies bring solace to his body and soul.
His hands, all ten fingertips spread to their maximum extent, still couldn't fully grasp those ample breasts. He kneaded vigorously, the soft yet elastic breast flesh overflowing from between his fingers, almost enveloping his entire hand without leaving the slightest gap.
Gradually, he changed strategy, his index finger and thumb pinching the nipples at the peaks of her breasts, gently twisting and teasing them, stimulating and playing with them. Hattie soon felt it, her legs gradually clamping together, and her lips kissing Charles's also took on a trembling note: "Mm..."
She was already aroused, her plump legs unconsciously clamping together slightly, longing for that massive entity to fill her emptiness.
However, at this moment, from the front deck, Nymeria and Hanni's shouting voices carried over. Though Charles's desire burned fiercely, he had to consider the situation there: they were all on the same boat, so no matter where they did it, there was a possibility of being discovered by others.
He and Hattie were both accustomed to indulging themselves, and with his strength and Hattie's loud voice, this small boat's soundproofing effect simply wasn't enough.
How vexing...
He frowned slightly, his peripheral vision frequently glancing toward the front deck. Nymeria was shouting there, apparently having accidentally burned her mouth while eating roasted ripple-flesh, while Hanni was mercilessly laughing at her carelessness.
Hattie also heard the voices from over there. Seeing Charles's expression, she immediately understood his concern.
"Master," she suddenly said softly, "should we... do it in the lake?"
"Hm?" Charles's expression shifted. "Underwater?"
Hattie nodded gently, her expression somewhat shy. "Yes, actually, Master, I really love that feeling of being immersed in water. It's just that Master isn't really suited to the deep sea, so I've never brought it up."
"But now we don't have a more suitable place, do we?"
As she spoke, she held Charles and began unbuttoning his clothes. "Although this is just an underground lake, I think it could work as a substitute, and we won't be discovered by them either."
"Master, how about we try it in the water this time? I can help Master breathe—we'll just soak in the water, and then..."
She leaned close to Charles's ear, her breath fragrant, seducing his desire. Charles held the beauty in his arms, thinking of the essence of her life, then thinking of her hard work during this time. A feeling of heartache surged through his mind, and his heart softened at once.
He held Hattie and nodded gently. "Mm, then let's go down."
As soon as he finished speaking, his priest's robes had already been removed by Hattie, and his entire body was left wearing only a pair of shorts on his lower body, plus the shoes and socks on his feet.
He proactively kicked off his shoes and socks, standing barefoot on the deck. Hattie smiled softly, winked at him, said "Thank you, Master," put all his clothes into her Bag of Holding, then held him and suddenly rolled over.
So the two fell together from beside the deck railing into the lake, without splashing even the slightest bit of water. Hattie's magic power enveloped his body, so he also seemed to merge with the entire Darklake.
Charles felt the icy lake water package his body, instantly reducing his body temperature.
The water sealed his eyes, blocked his ears, allowing him to see only darkness, to hear only the gurgling noise of bubbles around him—he could see and hear nothing else.
Not only that, his nose and mouth kept releasing many bubbles. He could no longer breathe, his heartbeat accelerating rapidly from lack of oxygen, as if sounding an alarm.
At that moment, Hattie proactively kissed him again.
Her mouth sealed his.
The power of magic transferred over, and Charles suddenly discovered that his nasal cavity no longer had that feeling of being blocked by water, unable to breathe.
Charles understood this was actually the effect of the spell "Water Breathing," but Hattie insisted on using this method to implement it in a more seductive way.
But he didn't object.
Rather, he actually quite liked it.
With this emotion, he slowly kissed Hattie's lips back, entwining with her in this deep-sea ice water package.
His entire body was packaged by the cold lake water, gradually losing his body temperature. Only the beautiful jade-like person in his arms still radiated warmth for him, making him unconsciously become captivated by her.
His hands slowly roamed up and down Hattie's delicate body. The cold lake water didn't make Hattie's skin contract from the cold; on the contrary, when packaged by water, the deep-sea witch's body became even more comfortable and relaxed, offering herself to him in an even softer state for his enjoyment.
Her hands didn't pause either, proactively reaching out to pull down his boxers, putting them safely into her Bag of Holding. Then one hand caressed that risen giant, her fingers circling slowly around the grooves of the corona, teasing his hot blood.
Entwining with his lover in this icy water was also a novel experience for Charles for the first time. But fortunately his body was still strong enough; the surrounding cold wasn't yet enough to extinguish the restless flames in his body, and that risen giant remained fierce and intimidating.
Hattie slowly separated her lips from his, then pushed his body upward while she herself slowly drifted down a distance, her head aligning with the position of his thick cock, then her small mouth opened slightly, swallowing it inside.
"Mm..."
Charles exhaled, releasing a string of bubbles in the water. The sensation of his burning lower body being packaged by ice water actually wasn't pleasant; he was just forcing himself to maintain his aroused state.
And now, Hattie's small mouth suddenly took it in. The thick cock that had been cold for so long was abruptly packaged by her warm, soft oral cavity, that flexible and powerful little tongue constantly circling on it—the stimulation brought made Charles's scalp tingle instantly!
And she seemed very calculating, not gently providing continuous stimulation to let him adapt to this feeling, but instead immediately pressing her advantage, swallowing it completely, sucking it into her throat—
"Mm—mm—"
Suddenly packaged by that warm, tight place with infinite suction, under the intense stimulation, Charles could no longer endure.
After Sephera, leveraging the power of the lake environment, Hattie became the second witch to make Charles release using only her mouth.
Feeling the rhythmic pulsing of the thick cock in her mouth, that sticky liquid suddenly injecting into her throat, Hattie frowned slightly, suppressing the urge to cough, and slowly released his thick cock.
Pop—
Her lips pressed tightly against the head of that thick cock as she released it, cleaning everything off it just before leaving. The crisp sound spread even more clearly in the water, making even Charles feel a bit embarrassed hearing it.
He looked down to see Hattie also gazing up at him, the corners of her mouth curved in a smile, then slowly swallowing, taking everything he'd released completely into her stomach, not letting a single drop flow out and go to waste.
This pious posture made his blood boil even more. He found it even harder to suppress his desire.
He reached out, both hands supporting the bends of her legs, spreading them apart and upward, so Hattie's two thighs were separated into an "M" shape.
Hattie also extended her arms, wrapping them around his neck, her front pressing close to his body. Because they were in water, the buoyancy canceled out gravity, so Charles didn't feel that holding this full-figured girl was particularly heavy—only the water's resistance made him feel slightly inconvenient to move.
But this didn't prevent that risen thick cock from gradually pressing against Hattie's secret garden, that familiar entrance it had entered and exited thousands of times. It was still so tight, and already completely moist, fully prepared to welcome his entry.
Holding the warm jade-like person in his arms tightly, letting her full bosom press against his chest, Charles found the right angle, then suddenly thrust his hips forward—
"Mm—"
Hattie's mouth released a long moan as that thick cock extremely smoothly pushed apart the tightly closed tender flesh in her garden, completely stretching open her slippery interior. The feeling of emptiness and desire being suddenly filled by her most beloved person—no matter how many times she experienced it, she'd never tire of it.
"Mm..."
Charles also moaned in satisfaction. The wonderful taste of entering from cold into a warm, tight place again almost made him release directly at the very beginning. The surrounding ice water stimulated his nerves, making him wish he could immediately squeeze everything of his body into Hattie's delicate body!
He enjoyed this slightly warm feeling and wasn't in a hurry to move. After a long while, having warmed himself by holding Hattie tightly, his waist finally began to thrust in small movements.
The water's resistance still existed; he couldn't sprint with large, sweeping movements like when on land. So his legs intertwined with Hattie's, his upper body held her delicate frame, and only his strong waist in the middle kept thrusting back and forth, entering and exiting her body!
...…
In the fishfolk village.
On the original "Sea Mother's" altar, the image of the "Sea Mother" pieced together from a fish's upper body, crab claws, and an octopus's lower body had been completely swept away, and the offerings originally meant to be sacrificed to her had also all been smashed.
Taking its place was an old but cleanly washed piece of canvas that had been erected, on which was painted a huge image using green bile from tilapia: it looked like a squid but had a lamprey-like terrifying large mouth, and on its tentacles were also many sharp teeth shaped like barbs—clearly it was Hattie's image!
Below the altar, the young fishfolk priestess Blopblupin gazed fanatically at Hattie's portrait above, then suddenly knelt down, pressing her huge fish head deeply to the ground: "Great Sea Mother, please forgive your children for once going astray and believing in that evil Evil God!"
Behind her, hundreds of kuo-toa who had once followed her in believing in the "Deep Father" but had now "found their way back" knelt together, shouting loudly: "Great Sea Mother, please forgive your children for once going astray and believing in that evil Evil God!"
They shouted in unison, their voices vibrating the surrounding air, carrying far away, making even some fragile houses tremble.
To the side, the elderly fishfolk priestess Prupurupin watched all this with worry, feeling that although she'd reversed her daughter's mistaken belief, it seemed even more fishfolk—including many who had originally still been believing in the Sea Mother—had been led astray, beginning to view that octopus monster as a new object of belief!
This trend was even larger than she'd previously anticipated, and she now simply couldn't reverse it: everyone was treating that guy as the Sea Mother's true body and worshipping fanatically.
The elderly fishfolk priestess watched this scene with worry, while her daughter continued to kowtow: "To atone for our sins, we will offer the Sea Mother the most delicious catches, the greatest victories, and the purest piety!"
Behind her, the other fishfolk also shouted together, their unified voices rising to the heavens, stirring the air currents here. In front, the huge sail depicting Hattie's image moved without wind, flapping loudly.
And in a place none of the fishfolk present could perceive, numerous fanatical beliefs gathered into a massive flow of energy, using Hattie's true body image on the canvas as a compass, surging madly toward the distance of the Darklake.
In the Darklake, Hattie likewise embraced Charles. Her rounded hips contracted forcefully again and again, her small waist also swaying back and forth in small movements, matching his thrusting motions, ensuring that even in this situation, he could actually withdraw to the root each time, then plunge back in to the root.
Every time he withdrew and then pushed back in, breaking through all the slippery resistance to reach the deepest part of her body, separating her tight, lonely flesh, the feeling of her hungry body being filled made her unconsciously release a soft moan.
She felt her soul and flesh becoming hotter and hotter, as if some power she temporarily couldn't understand was simultaneously being born from the depths of her soul.
She didn't understand why she had this feeling—perhaps being in an environment she loved made her spirit and flesh more relaxed, allowing her to enjoy this pleasure even more wantonly.
She had a premonition that this would be the happiest time of her life so far.
Charles's waist continued to thrust, driving that thick cock to constantly enter and exit her tender flesh, sending her to ever higher peaks of pleasure.
He actually had difficulty exerting force, after all, the two of them floating in the lake had no fulcrum to borrow force from. But fortunately, Hattie clung to his body like an octopus, allowing them to use each other as points of leverage, with Charles constantly entering and exiting Hattie's body.
This unconscious exertion caused them to roll and drift in the water, changing their positions up, down, left, and right. But fortunately, changing positions didn't affect his entry and exit—even if they accidentally rotated into a position with Hattie on top, it didn't prevent his hips from thrusting back and forth.
Every time that hard, hot thing pushed into the deepest part of her body, the exquisite taste it brought made Hattie's soul experience a tingling pleasure, almost unable to resist screaming aloud.
Her hair began to spread out, floating in the water. She ultimately suppressed the urge to cry out, her lotus-white arms wrapping around Charles's neck, then kissing his lips again.
Her milky-white delicate body tensed and trembled with excitement, her tongue penetrating deep into his oral cavity, merging with him even more deeply in perfect harmony—their souls at this moment seemed to become one, inseparable—
"Mm... mm—"
Charles's throat squeezed out several muffled sounds, his body also approaching the edge of eruption. He did his utmost to push his thick cock into the deepest depths of Hattie's body, embracing her body, his whole body trembling—
And this seemed to open some kind of passage—his magic power began to flow out, entering Hattie's body. And immediately after, from their intimately merged souls came a completely different power, filling his body, giving his muscles a sudden feeling of swelling, almost as if they were about to burst!
He held Hattie tightly, finally unable to endure any longer. His waist exerted force fiercely, thrusting vigorously into the deepest place of her body, his buttocks continuously contracting, injecting the hot flow of life into her body, one surge after another.
"Mm..."
Hattie's throat released a sound like sobbing. Her arms also forcefully embraced Charles's body, her whole body trembling. At this moment of ultimate spiritual and physical delight, her eyes even couldn't help but shed two clear tears.
She held Charles's body tightly, her chest pressed firmly against his, compressed into the shape of two round cakes, making his body somewhat difficult to breathe.
Her thighs clamped Charles's waist, her hips contracting in surges, like a greedy suckling beast, longing to drain his very last drop of essence.
Finally, after a long while, Charles and Hattie, having finished releasing, relaxed slightly, loosening each other's bodies, both feeling satisfied. Charles felt his mind was in a state of emptiness, but his body was filled with some kind of power, even having a sore feeling of being overly bloated, making him uncomfortable.
This feeling demanded release. He separated his lips from Hattie's, and reflexively silently chanted the incantation he'd practiced countless times this past month: "Tasha's Otherworldly Guise!"
As soon as the brief incantation was completed, magnificent energy formed behind his back, then emerged from his body, forming a pair of pale blue things.
Hattie opened her eyes and discovered they weren't actually wings, but rather fin-like things.
Then she saw those "fins" gently wave once, and suddenly a tremendous force struck—Charles's body, which was embracing her, suddenly accelerated, racing forward out of control!
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