Lust, even the "Dragon Book" can't cleanse my heart, and I have hidden this sin for so long. Now that I have completed my revenge, people around me are persuading me to marry, but I can only see you in my heart. Slyer! I have no face to be your friend anymore, and I can no longer pretend to be nothing like this and stay cheeky by your side. I want to confess this sin to you, please judge me. "
Griev kept his head down. He was trembling as he held the flower in his heart. He saw Slyer's feet, bare, without socks, approaching him. He felt a hand pick up the flower he was holding high. He closed his eyes, waited for his heart to be smashed to the ground, and stepped on it hard.
but.
Slyer squatted down holding the flower, reached out and raised Grief's head, gently wiping the tears from his face - Grief realized that the drops of water on Tirian were not dew, but his own. tears.
"Grief, why are you crying?" he asked. "A warrior who is not afraid even if you are forced to death, why are you crying when you face me?"
"I'm going to be scared," Grieve said. "I'm scared to lose you."
"But you won't." Slyer pulled the flower aside, hugged him and kissed it. His technique is very green, but just the touch of two lips is enough to make Griev's whole body hot as if on fire.
"S… Slyer, are you… am I dreaming?"
"I like you," said Slyer. "I liked you before you liked me. I thought you were going to marry a woman sooner or later and leave me alone. If you've sinned, Griffin, Then my sin must be heavier than yours."
"But, Slyer... we're human, that..."
"Shut up." Slyer pressed a forefinger to Griff's lips. "Since we're in love, there's nothing to say. I don't want to hear any big truths in the Dragon Book today." He showed a mischievous smile and snapped his fingers lightly. The wind gathered at his fingertips, turned into wind blades and spread out, cutting the clothes on the two of them into pieces, and then rolled them into the corner intimately. Slyer gripped the thing between Grievous's legs with pleasure, feeling it slowly lift its head with satisfaction.
"Slyer, stop! Don't be like this..." Griffin was terrified. The success of the confession was already very unexpected, but this development, could it be... Griffor has not yet understood what the two men really did. The only bloody plan he had ever thought of emerged from the depths of his mind, causing him to shudder, but that didn't The obedient thing actually grew thicker and thicker under Slyer's touch. At this time, Grievous remembered the only savior - too bad, why does that blue potion have to fail at this time
Fortunately, the bedside table is now in this room. Grievous jumped forward, reached out and opened the cabinet, and quickly pulled out the four vials that were hidden here.
"What's this?" Slyer stared at the vials with interest. Feng obeyed his command and snatched the bottles from Griffor's hands, all of which fell into Slyer's arms. He opened the four bottles and studied for a while, then smiled knowingly.
"It turns out that you have prepared such a thing." Slyer pushed three of the bottles away, picked up the bottle of white moisturizing cream and shook it, "Don't be nervous, I can teach you if you don't know how."
He dug out a large piece of white paste and smeared it on Grieve's erect organs. That thing began to melt when it touched human body temperature, and then some small plant seeds bounced slightly inside it, like countless tiny tentacles caressing Grievous's yang root at a very high frequency. This kind of stimulation made Griffor almost unbearable. With Slyer's naked body in front of him, he felt that he was about to turn into a mad beast. No matter what, he overwhelmed the person in front of him and found a hole to poke it in. .
"No!" But he firmly covered his eyes, "Slyer, I will never hurt you! Trap me with magic!"
"What are you thinking." Slyer pulled his hand away. "What does it mean to hurt me? We're just going to have a little intimacy."
"We're all men!" said Grievous. "I'm going to hurt you!"
"As long as the technique is good enough, it won't hurt." Slyer patted Grievous on the head. He put a piece of lube on Grievous' index finger and led the finger to the back of him, "Here, go in from here, slow down, and expand well."
Grievous blushed. He felt his fingers enter a warm tight spot—he knew where it was now.
"Do you dislike it?" Slyer asked him.
"It turned out to be... used here..." he murmured, "I thought I was going to cut another hole in my body..."
Slyer was stunned for a moment, then burst into a burst of laughter. He was riding on Grievous. Because of this reason, his strength loosened, and when he sat down, Griffin's index finger, which had only reached into one fingertip, was swallowed completely. Slyer was suddenly poked somewhere, and the laughter turned into a moan.
"Would it be comfortable to be touched here?"
Slyer buried his face in Grief's face and nodded.
The white grease melted inside his body, and a small part of it flowed out of the hole and dripped onto Grief's hand. The seeds of those plants throbbed inside him, and Slyer twisted his waist impatiently, rubbing the front end of Griffin's body.
"I understand."
Griev's kiss landed on Slyer's shoulder and moved slowly toward the center. The fingers in the back twitched slightly, and after a while they went from one to two. Slyer raised his face, bit Grievous's arm lightly, and after leaving a faint tooth mark, he moved to another place to bite again. The number of fingers at the back increased to three, he snorted and shrank the chrysanthemum's acupoint. Then Grievous took out the white liquid in his hand from the back, and stabbed the Yanggen, which had long been swollen, into it.
The comfort of being so tightly wrapped makes Griffor almost unable to keep his fingers crossed. He let out a low growl like a beast, stood up from the ground in a linked position with Slyer in his arms, then jumped onto the bed, pinning Slyer under him. When Slyer felt his body sink deep into the soft bed, Griev's organs buried in his body also entered the depths because of the impact, and his legs were supported by Griev on his shoulders. Fu's arms were placed on both sides of him, wrapping him tightly, with nowhere to run.
The samurai charged. The emotions that had been deeply suppressed by him in the past were now pouring out violently like a flood that burst a dyke. He kissed Slyer frantically, and that gesture made Slyer feel that he was not facing the usual gentle prince, but a lion in rut.
"Griffor... Slow down... ah..." Slyer clutched the sheet tightly, feeling like he was going to be blown away. But Grievous always hit the right spot with precision, as accurate as his arrows, and his thrills lingered, and his voice was completely out of tune.
"I can hardly control... Slyer... Slyer..." Grieve called his name. "I can't believe... Slyre..."
"Here I am." Recalling Grievous's strange thoughts, Slyer felt amused and a little bit poignant, "This is not sin, it is love."
He went up to kiss Grievous, stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. Soon Slyer's tongue was caught by Grievous's, and they frolicked until Slyer was out of breath. Slyer slumped back onto the bed, his long black hair scattered on the white sheets. Grief looked fixedly into Slyer's emotional eyes, and repeated, "It's love... it's love."
He seemed to realize something, and suddenly burst into a bright smile, which made Slyer feel like there was a sun in his room. Grief's hand slowly moved up from Slyer's waist, and then grabbed the delicate palm along the slender arm. They intertwined their fingers. Slyer closed his eyes. He felt Griffor drop a soft kiss on his lips, and the elements of the room moved to their rhythm. Grief's body was surrounded by a circle of red light spots like swords, and they violently impacted a four-leaf clover-shaped vortex. Suddenly these light spots merged into one, a white light exploded in front of his eyes, and an unprecedented happiness enveloped him. A streak of white turbidity shot out from the front of him, and Grievous also let out a low growl in Slyer's body.
They hugged tightly on the bed. After a while, Slyer tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but was held down by Griffor, his thing still buried in Slyer, and now it was re-swelling.
"Wow! Grievous! Is one enough time?"
"Of course it's not enough," said the blond warrior, pointing righteously at Chingdilian. "As many petals as the lotus flower has, we should do it a few times."
"Stop it! Stop it... um... slow down..."
At noon the next day, Slyer rubbed his sore waist and slowly got up from the bed. The body has been cleaned, the sheets have been changed, and there is a plate of fruit drenched in honey by the bed. Slyer smiled contentedly and looked around for Grievous—he saw the blond warrior at the desk. His face was serious, and there was a book on the table, "Dragon Book".
"Griff?" Slyer jumped off the bed and walked awkwardly behind him, resting his head on his shoulder, "you should have waited by the bed for me to wake up and give me a kiss—you're thinking what?"
"I'm thinking of offspring," said Grievous.
Slyer straightened slowly. He glanced at the "Dragon Dian" in front of him, and suddenly regretted it - yesterday