In the darkness, I caught a glimpse of a cold webbed claw on the table next to my head from the corner of my eye, and a strong and strange fragrance wafted out of my nostrils. I was sure it was Agares. I felt him leaning over behind me, his head close to the back of my neck, his wet hair was scattered on my shoulders like seaweed, blocking my sight. Then, the wound on the side of my neck was covered with something soft and slippery, and I immediately realized that it was his tongue. He is healing me.
My heart jumped with joy, but when my eyes fell on the strands of hair on the side of my head, my breathing suddenly tightened again—they were not the silver-gray I was familiar with, but as black as ink. My heart sank into the abyss. Agares has not recovered, he is still in a dangerous state of alienation, and the reason why he didn't attack me now may be because I lay here quietly without any resistance.
Although the nerves are already screaming for help in my mind, I understand that I must not act rashly right now. I cannot predict Agares' next behavior, but resistance will definitely arouse his aggression. I didn't dare to move a finger, and I couldn't help opening my eyes wide in my arms, as if I was pretending to be dead. This trick works on bears that don't eat carrion, but it's not guaranteed to work on a mermaid.
But it seems that my silence really played a little role. Agares didn't immediately launch any aggressive behavior like the previous two times. He just licked and sucked my wound, his tongue brushed my neck, From time to time, it touched my cheeks and earlobes, and the saliva stained with the smell of seawater slid into my collar, as if the jellyfish's slender tentacles slid over my skin, and I felt goose bumps all over my body as if I was allergic. The neck is my sensitive zone, keeping me still at this time is tantamount to a lynching, I even feel every hair tremble, and I will tremble uncontrollably at any time.
As if deliberately trying to spy on me, Agares' tongue was no longer satisfied with staying near my wound, but became more and more unrestrained, like a python winding around my neck, with the tip of its tongue constantly Stirring into my ears and eyes, it made me bite my lip so that I didn't itch enough to hum. Now I'm sure he sneaked in here while I was asleep, still trying to bond with me, and he'd do it whether I was awake or resisting. And I have no chance of escaping from a creature that is not limited by time and space.
I couldn't help thinking, damn it, since this is the case, it's better to be infected by Agares than to be alone all day long.
As if sensing my thoughts, Agares's webbed claws suddenly grabbed my waist and lifted me up on the table. My upper body was completely placed on the table, like a plate. Dishes waiting to be enjoyed. I lay motionless on my stomach, without any urge to resist or escape in my mind, as if all the strength in my body had been drained. When the clothes on the back were lifted up, I simply closed my eyes and let his arms wrap around my waist, strangling my buttocks up. The waistband of the trousers was pulled away in two or three strokes, and the bandage covering the wound was torn off by his webbed claws. I immediately felt a piercing pain in my lower part.
I bit my lip, knowing there might be an infection there. Fear and pain made me finally unable to move. I reached out to touch my messy vitals, wanting to know what was going on there, but my hands were caught in the palms by the webbed claws extending from behind.
"Don't move... Desaro." A whisper floated to my ear. In an instant, I couldn't restrain my excitement, and I turned my head to meet a pair of bright eyes. His eyes were as deep as usual, not as dark as before, but for some reason, the color of his hair didn't recover at the same time.
"Agares?" I stroked his webbed claws, trying to turn over to look at him, but was firmly held down by his webbed claws. The thick strands of hair were scattered between my legs, and the back of my head was wet and limp, and the tip of his tongue came in and slid back and forth on the wall of my injured intestine. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by Agares like this. This kind of stimulation made me immediately grasp the edge of the table tightly. The injured poor thing also swelled dissatisfied, but the pain became more and more painful.
I hummed impatiently: "My lord, please take care of my little brother... I feel sore..."
As soon as the words fell, the gap between my legs was opened even more. Agares responded to my request thoughtfully, lowered his head, and opened his mouth to gently enclose my shivering two things, like Like sucking sweet candy, the tongue gently shuttles between them, and the saliva seems to relieve the pain there like a cooling gel, but the bad thing is that the guy who lives with them day and night is jealous of such petting ——I clearly felt that the lower part of me raised my head angrily, and pressed it against the table in pain.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva welling up in my throat, and carefully grasped the claws of Agares on my waist, lifted the film between his fingers, and pulled them up to my chest almost as if inviting me, while He immediately raised his head from behind me, wrapped his arms around my body tightly, and hugged me in his wet and hard embrace like a rock. His fingers are big, and his palms are broad. The sticky palms that seem to have suction cups are enough to wrap around my entire chest. The beating sounds of the heart that entered my spine overlapped, like some kind of wordless oath.
Agares rested his head heavily on my back, pressed his lips against my shoulder blades, sniffed my scent deeply, and licked my back over and over again, as if he couldn't lick enough. But his fish tail never approached me, but gently rubbed against my ankle comfortingly. I leaned on the table and turned over, looking at his lower body. His scales were still swollen, and a black mass was struggling slightly inside, and could break through at any time. One could imagine that it must be much more unbearable than my impulse.
At the same time, I was even more astonished to notice that there was something on his back—two black "fins", which seemed to grow on the shoulder blades, making him look like a huge flying fish. His tail grew longer, but the end disappeared into a black gap in the wall that had been split out of nowhere, apparently where he had come out.
I caressed the wings on his back in disbelief, and was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a while. Agares grabbed my hand, as if he was very jealous that I touched it, and pushed me back on the table. His arms formed a shackle, locking me under him, his captivating pupils stared into my eyes, shook his head, then bent down, and pressed my lips repeatedly. Different from the wildness of the past, he kissed deeply and restrained, as if this lingering was the last farewell.
My heart was as heavy as if soaked in sea water, and emotions rushed into my throat, making me respond to him clumsily and enthusiastically, my teeth gnawed wantonly on his lips and tongue, and my arms were tightly entwined around his neck like an eel, making me He had to press his heavy upper body on top of me.
This kind of weight makes me almost breathless, but it seems that only in this way can I be sure that he really exists at this moment. Asura's last mournful cry after Xuecun's kayak floated into the sea lingered in my mind, which prompted me to entangle Agares more tightly, but I felt that my strength was gradually fading away with his kiss, I knew Agares was paralyzing me, I inserted my fingers into his hair in fear, and grabbed his hair with all my strength, but my arms were still limply drooping.
When I lay powerlessly on the table and my eyelids gradually became heavy, Agares got up and let me go. His webbed claws brushed my cheeks slowly, combed my hair neatly, then reached down to fasten my clothes and pants, picked me up horizontally, and put me on the bed. His appearance is as terrifying as a god of death, but he can do these things like an ordinary husband or father. I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open to focus on the sight that was about to slacken, trying to keep the figure of Agares in my eyes for a while, and murmured hoarsely: "I've had enough...Agares. Infect me, let me accompany you You bear all this…”
"You'll find me, Desaro."
The low-pitched murmur was like a lullaby, and the black shadow in front of me became more and more blurred, and finally kneaded into a ball, disappearing into the cracks in the wall like a puff of smoke, and at the same time, I involuntarily closed my eyelids .
"Dert?"
A familiar voice called softly, and my eyes brightened up again. I opened my eyes and saw Lodia standing by the bed, looking at me in surprise. Nick and the others were still sitting around the table, playing poker with great interest, as if nothing had happened here just now. But I know this is not a dream. Agares did bring me into a different space just now, because I was lying on the bed, and the wound on my lower body didn't hurt at all.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, "I...didn't do anything strange just now, did I?"
Lodia smiled, "There was a power outage for a few minutes just now, and the room was pitch black. You seemed to have disappeared suddenly. Nick and I were looking for you everywhere. Who knew you ran to the bed quietly, hey, what should you do?" Could it be sleepwalking?"
"No, I'm just too sleepy." I shook my head, Agares' alienated appearance appeared in front of my eyes, and I remembered the last sentence he left - but where should I find him, and how should I find him? Woolen cloth? Where is he going? Atlantis
At this moment, Rhodea suddenly seemed to see something, and pointed to my side: "Hey, what is that?"
I immediately looked around, and there was a black slice next to my thigh. I picked it up, and my heart skipped a beat. It turned out to be a scale of Agares, and its surface seemed to be carved with a spiral icon by some hard object. What secret is hidden in this symbol? Why did Agares leave it to me? Just because it can lead me to him? Could it be that there is some magical power hidden on these scales
Thinking about it this way, I turned it over to the light. If it were me in the past, 80% of it has already been used for distillation analysis. The scales are radiant, and the black bottom surface reflects the glass-like color. I found that the spiral pattern is hollowed out, and the light comes through from behind, as if passing through a magnifying glass, forming a spot of light on my face. In an instant, my eyes hurt, my vision blurred, and a series of pictures flashed in front of my eyes very quickly. I couldn't describe exactly what I saw. In my brain, I saw many combinations of numbers like coordinates, and 3D line images like circuit diagrams. But in such a short moment, they disappeared. All this happened so quickly that I didn't recover for a long time, and I didn't wake up until there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, guys, are you ready? We have to go down to the magical underwater cave." It was Rhine who pushed the door and walked in. I hurriedly put the scales on the Swiss knife skewer I carried and put them in my trouser pocket .
His eyes fell on me, and he joked ambiguously: "Don't follow, just stay on the bed and rest, my subordinates will take good care of you."
"I don't need it. My body is fine, and it's not a problem to move with you." I stood up with my trouser pockets in my pockets, and frowned and refused.