Amelia felt her mouth must be swollen.
She stayed in place like a wooden stake, leaning back following the force of the elf's oppression, the cold breath lingered between her lips and teeth, bit by bit into the tip of her mouth, and her fangs finely ground her soft flesh.
The tingling electric sensation rushed straight up from the spine.
Amelia softened her waist tremblingly, gasping for breath, her Yunlan eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist.
After a long time, the hand that clamped her chin was released, and it fell on the ear, and the phalanx scratched the allergic/sensitive ear, and inserted/inserted into the fluffy hair.
"I will kiss every day from now on." The elf said it as a matter of course, with a relaxed tone as if she had decided to eat a steamed bun every day in the future.
"!!!"
Amelia's tongue was numb, she pursed her red lips, her confused brain was working hard, and she stammered: "You, you wait!"
What's the situation
How did things get to this point
Why did you suddenly kiss me
But before she could mutter something, the hand on the back of her head exerted a little force, and in the approaching field of vision, the thin lips with a touch of water came up again.
Another soul-deep kiss.
"Wait...uh, wait"
Amelia gasped, her body was unbelievably weak, but she still grabbed the elf by the ear and insisted on pushing him away.
"You wait, you wait." She covered her mouth with one hand, her voice was a bit vague: "Who told you to kiss every day, have you asked me?"
Alfonso snorted, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to die? Or do you want someone to take your body away."
Don't want to.
Amelia shook her head honestly.
After shaking her head, she realized, so the translation of this question should be, either die or kiss him every day.
Well, she chooses to kiss every day.
Amelia chose to submit without hesitation, spineless and righteous.
Kissing a beauty is nothing compared to a dog leash! Strictly speaking, she might still make money.
After all, not everyone can kiss the God of Darkness.
That is the Supreme God aloft, His noble lips may have never touched anyone's skin, and even seldom spoke, but she can be kissed again and again, bitten wantonly, and rubbed intimately.
Nothing beats the pleasure of dragging a god down from the clouds to defile him.
Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly felt an impulse.
She plucked up her courage, jumped up decisively, pressed against the shoulder of the god, supported his tight muscles with one hand, and leaned over to bite his long pointed ears under his somewhat stunned gaze, she coveted Long-awaited ears.
"In this way, it can be regarded as intimate contact."
She licked her ears that were as soft and cold as jade, and rubbed her pointed canine teeth lightly. Feeling its slight tremor, she smiled smugly.
…
Amelia only walked out of the room at noon that day. Others understood that she had spent a lot of effort recently, and no one came to call her, but they didn't expect that she actually raised a young and handsome dark elf in the room and sneaked past. A morning's life of "floating and drinking".
Rita saw her and told her to go back to sleep and not get up in a hurry.
Amelia refused with a guilty conscience: "No, no, no."
The ears were bleeding from her gnawing, and I'm afraid I'll be scolded if I go back now.
Rita didn't say anything, her eyes slid across her somewhat red and swollen lips, and she let out an "oh".
Amelia was standing on the suspended steps on the second floor when she was talking to her. She glanced down and saw workers busy carrying packages, and there was a carriage ready in the distance.
"Are you leaving in two days?" Amelia asked.
Rita nodded, with a hint of worry in her brows: "There is still no response from the church. Debra and I are worried that something happened. It's better to go back earlier."
Amelia nodded: "Alright, there's nothing to do here anyway."
Hearing what she said, Rita withdrew her gaze, glanced at her a few times, and suddenly asked, "Where's the white/elf? Where did it go?"
Amelia froze, "... send away."
Fortunately, Rita didn't notice her discomfort. The two walked along the empty corridor. When they passed the entrance of the dungeon, Amelia separated from her and walked down the steep stone steps alone.
Before the plague and light incidents, she had forgotten that there was still an unresolved issue with the skinny witch. This poor woman, she lost many family members in a row, and was trapped in a dungeon to suffer. The last time I saw her, she was so skinny. It's like putting together a handful of dry sticks.
I don't know if the guards took care of the witch according to her instructions.
Amelia walked down the steps, raised her hand and knocked on the iron door at the top of the corridor, and said in a low voice, "It's me, Amelia, open the door."
She waited for a moment, but no one answered.
Amelia increased her strength and hammered twice, "Guards? Where's the person?"
There was still no response from the dungeon.
Amelia keenly sensed something was wrong, she used magic to unlock the door, and the iron door slid open silently, revealing the dark floor inside and the empty straw piles in the iron fence.
The Skinny Witch ran away.
Amelia was startled at first, but before she had time to react, she felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind her, as if something was coming, very close, very close at hand.
She glanced back hastily.
A faint halo was cast from outside the door, casting a thin layer of shadow on the ground. Behind the slender figure, there was a round and thick shadow, like a sledgehammer, connected to the roof with a rope, Swipe with great speed.
Too soon, too late.
She gritted her teeth and lowered her back, preparing to take the blow, when someone grabbed her shoulders and smashed the hammer casually.
Iron filings fell one after another, and Amelia was still in shock. In her cold embrace, she looked up and saw sharp ears with deep tooth marks.
Her teeth are quite straight.
Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly felt at ease in the dungeon that looked like a scene from a horror movie, and she still thought about not being so hard next time, the thin pinnae looked pitiful.
With a dark face, Alfonso scolded her: "Are you dead? Can't you squat down if you can't hide?"
"What you said is simple. Who would have thought of it when you were in such a hurry." Amelia glared at him, not bothering to answer him, shook off his hand, and squatted down to look at the iron filings on the ground.
Compared to the clean and tidy place when she first came, the ground became quite messy, with many signs of fighting. In a corner of the dungeon, Amelia found two guards who had been knocked unconscious. They were not beaten lightly, but they were still alive.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief.
She spent as much time as she could in the dungeon, dawdling until the last moment to break the news with feigned shock.
Although everyone else was very angry, and the local church and bishop vowed to find this heinous witch, Amelia thought the possibility was very low. The skinny witch was smart and powerful. It is a mud cow entering the sea, dripping water into the pond, and it will disappear without a trace.
But Amelia was wrong.
She miscalculated how much hatred can affect a person, it is enough to drive a person crazy, and it is enough to destroy a person.
…
In this densely populated town, looking down through the cracks in the streets, there is a hidden world that no one knows, where some people hiding in secret will communicate and gather.
This is a dark world.
The skinny witch wore a cloak that reached to the ground, her cheeks were so thin that she had no human figure, and her cheeks were deeply sunken. She looked up at the flickering lights, and there was no light in her dark eyes.
"... 10,000 gold coins, do it if you do it, don't do it if you don't do it." The man in front of the counter who was blind in one eye became impatient, showing his yellow teeth while talking, and banging on the countertop.
The skinny witch was silent for a moment. She shook her sleeves and pulled out a pile of gold coins still stained with blood.
There was a clattering metal sound, and the one-eyed man's eyes lit up, he rushed forward and counted the gold coins carefully one by one, wiped off the blood color with the skirt of his clothes that he couldn't see the color, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, I will accept this order, within ten days It must be done."
The skinny witch raised her head, her gloomy eyes fixed on him, her voice was like a crow dancing in the sky: "You know the consequences of daring to lie to me."
The one-eyed man just stuffed the gold coins into his pocket cheerfully, and waved his hand casually: "Hey, don't worry, we are reputable, and we don't ask for random prices. As long as you can afford it, there is no one we can't kill."
His tone was loud, but the skinny witch didn't show any sarcasm or ridicule. She was silent for a moment, and then said: "Everyone is going to die, except for one girl named... Amelia, you can't hurt her. "
When this name was mentioned, her hoarse and torn voice became soft and soft, as if she was afraid or ashamed, so she didn't dare to mention this word, for fear that it would be heard by its owner.
"Okay, I got it, your request must be met." The one-eyed man wrote it down for her, and made a gesture of 'everything is fine'.
Then the Witch laughed. She laughed terribly, but there were tears in her eyes.
The laughter of the children in the sun, the quiet and beautiful life, all of these were destroyed with the arrival of those saints. The necromancer had already died, and she had no ability to let him die again, so she had to vent her anger on the person who brought all this.
May the souls of the children rest in peace.
Two days later, a row of rickety carriages drove out of the city gate. The people who had been waiting for a long time in the forest stood up and followed the convoy like a shadow from a long distance.
Jason is the head of the Dark God Sect. Unlike the Pope of the Light God Sect, he does not have that much authority, and the believers are not so obedient. He occasionally goes out to earn some pocket money and has to do it himself.
A few days ago, he accepted an interesting commission at random. Jason killed many saints, young and old, and it didn't matter if he killed a few more for gold coins. So he came all the way here, cleaned his tools and prepared to kill.
The convoy in the distance stopped, as if they were resting, and after a while, someone walked into the forest alone.
Jason smiled, his eyes glistened with bloodlust, and he followed the girl with a poisoned dagger in his hand.
Let's start with her first, I wonder what that pretty little face will look like when it cries
As Jason thought about it, his eyes became more excited, and he watched the girl stop from a distance. He clenched his dagger tightly and was about to step forward, when he saw her throwing herself into the arms of a man who suddenly appeared, and raised her head and kissed her.
Um? Is this the meeting lover
The single dog Jason became angry, and he decided to kill the two of them together, so as to complete the friendship between the fateful couple.
He subconsciously glanced at the man, but saw that the man had a strange appearance, with dark skin and white hair, and gold lines on his face, which was different from ordinary dark elves.
And the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, as if you see it every day...
… No way
Jason slowly dropped his jaw in shock, and the dagger fell to the ground. He stared at the suspected dark god who was pressed against the tree trunk and gnawed his ears vigorously, so frightened that he even forgot to hide his figure.