Yin Hong

Sancerre's current state is very bad, it can even be said to be extremely bad.

Yawen looked at the back of him walking in front, and then glanced at the mercenary man who was closely following them. A sour feeling surged in his heart, as if he had eaten an immature fruit. It rolled all the way up to my throat, just barely getting a gush.

But he never spoke, giving Sancel enough time to control his emotions that were on the verge of collapse.

The sun was still shining brightly above their heads, traveling through the dense jungle with the sound of the wind, surrounding them, and the warmth enveloped their bodies felt quite comfortable.But this seemed to be nothing to Sancerre, he still lowered his head and walked slowly forward, seemingly not caring about the changes in the surrounding environment.

When returning to the road they had come before, Yavin held Sancerre back.

Sancer recovered from the silence, blinked at Yawen, and put on that weird and slightly distorted cheerful expression again, "What's the matter?"

"There's someone I need to take away." Yawen explained shortly, then took his arm, beckoned to the mercenary behind them, and walked back to the camp where he met Siggli before.

Fortunately, there is still no one here.There were still disorganized objects on the ground, and several thatched huts were crumbling. It seemed that the next gust of sea breeze from the coast could easily destroy these small huts that were temporarily used for shelter.

Yawen looked around and didn't let Sancer follow up. He walked directly into the shed just now and found Sigley who was still lying there.

In the dark and damp shed, Scrigley was still leaning against the corner before, his breathing had become quite weak, but he still kept his eyes wide open to prevent himself from falling into a deep sleep, otherwise this sleep might never come to an end Can't wake up.He watched Yawen walk in, and even his eye sockets seemed to be moist in an instant, he exhaled a long breath, as if he had put a big stone on his chest, and said with a smile: "Thank God, I thought I couldn't last you came back."

"Thank you for having such a strong sense of survival." Yawen comforted with a smile, bent down and put his arm on his shoulder, trying not to let more blood flow out of his wound, "hold on , brother, I'm not a doctor, I don't know anything about medicine, so if you pass out before we reach the shore, I can't save you."

"Don't worry, I will hold on. It would be quite comfortable if I really fell asleep, but it would be too much for the loss." Scigley smiled, covered the wound with one hand, and moved slowly.

Sancer stood on the side of the road and watched Yawen lift Scagli out, stuck out his tongue, the expression on his face was not as stiff as before, but he looked visibly displeased.

Yawen couldn't help shaking his head, he knew what he was thinking without even asking, so he glanced at the mercenary standing behind Sancerre who was still cautious and didn't want to get too close to Sancerre, and asked: " Big guy, do you think about helping to lift this brother? The wound on his body is too deep. If I support him like this, I guess he won't be able to walk for a long time. I will pay you, but you have to make sure he lies on your back You won’t lose too much blood due to bumps.”

"Of course it's okay to get the money." The man was very honest. After Yawen promised to pay, he supported Sigley's other arm without saying a word, lifted him onto his back, and Try to maintain a walking posture as smoothly as possible, so as not to send this weak guy on your back to God directly.

"Go to the coast first," Yawen said to him, "I'll come as soon as I have something to say to this gentleman."

"Okay." The mercenary agreed, "Then you guys have to hurry up after you finish talking, I don't know the way very well."

"We'll be there soon."

After asking the mercenary to leave with Scrigley on his back, Yavin held Sancerre's arm to make him slow down, sighed, walked around in front of him and put his forehead against his forehead, staring into his eyes, Question: "Are you still immersed in the disappointment of being tricked, or are you making some new awkwardness?"

"I didn't expect you to have a lot of acquaintances." Sancer grinned, and then bit Yawen's lips unceremoniously.

Yawen only felt a tingling pain from his lower lip, followed by a strong smell of blood permeated between their lips and tongue.He never let Sancer mess around, and he certainly didn't this time.He seized the sovereignty again almost the second after Sancer bit him. While feeling the pain on his lips, he also let him taste the few drops of blood sticking out along Sancer's tongue. again.

He could clearly feel Sancerre's joyful mood at last, and Sancerre's hands climbed up his back at this moment, slipped in along the corner of his clothes, and his cold palms stuck to his back On the skin of the back, it feels quite different—especially in this strange environment.

There was a gasp from Sancerre's throat, but it was quickly swallowed by Yawen again.While kissing him, Yawen also looked into his slightly misty eyes, which contained tenderness and a little coldness, covering all Sancerre's senses.

Yawen let go of him after kissing until his lips were a little numb. He glanced at the other side of the road and found that the mercenary man was still walking forward with Sigley on his back, and he had walked a considerable distance before he Looking back at Sancerre, he smiled and said, "Of course I have acquaintances, otherwise you think I'm a savage living in the jungle, have you never seen anyone?"

"No savages, but I like you very much. I have never seen anyone." Sancer licked his lips and laughed twice, "If only you knew me...if you only knew me Just look at me."

"There won't be such a day." Yawen said directly and decisively without leaving him any illusions.After he finished speaking, he saw Sancerre's expression of extreme discomfort in an instant, smiled, and nose to nose with him again, and said in an ambiguous and sticky tone: "But if you work a little harder, think about my last What do you want, maybe I will take a few days and give you everything I have."

"What do you want?" Sancer took a few quick breaths, raised his head slightly and wanted to kiss Alvin, but he dodged back in time.

"Guess what." Yawen kept smiling, without saying anything, turned his head and walked along the road again.

Sancer stood in a daze for a long time before trotting to catch up with Yawen. He hesitated for a while looking at his calm side face, stretched out his hand and gently pressed Yawen's palm, and laughed.

Yawen glanced at his current smile, and a layer of shallow love slowly appeared in his eyes, "Do you feel comfortable smiling?"

"It's comfortable." Sancer continued to smile, "I'm so happy to be able to laugh for you."

Yawen didn't answer him.

For the time being, let's count this sentence as his love words from the heart.

They reached the coast towards evening.Sancerre's ship was still anchored on the shore, the sails were tightened on the mast, and the anchor had not been drawn up. The ship was floating on the shore, not very stable, but actually very solid.Someone had been standing on the side of the ship looking over here. After seeing them, the pirate who was on guard immediately jumped from the railing of the ship to the deck, and reported to the doctor on the other side of Casper.Casper glanced in their direction, and waved to the other pirates behind him, telling them to go down to meet them.

Yawen led them to the side of the boat slowly, and asked the mercenary man to lift Sigley to the rope net they had put down.The pirates slid down the ropes, looking to Sancerre, waiting for his instructions.

Under the signal of Yawen's eyes, Sancer reluctantly asked his subordinates to slowly lift Siggli off the mercenary's back, and then a few people took over and carried him onto the boat. He also climbed up with Yawen.

Casper stood aside, looked us up and down, and rarely showed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, "This time it doesn't look like we've rolled around in a pool of blood."

We obviously didn't roll around in the pool of blood last time, how can I be so weak. Sancer sneered dissatisfiedly, "It was just an accident last time." "

"Whether you will be injured has nothing to do with whether you are strong or not," Casper glanced at me, "It mainly has something to do with the gentleman next to you."

Yawen made eye contact with him and smiled gently.

"Huh? That's right, I'm always covered in bruises when I'm with him." Sancer laughed, grabbed Yawen's hand and rushed into the cabin, and waved to Casper at the cabin door, "I want to Ask for trouble, Casper, and don't let anyone intrude, or I'll lose my temper."

Yawen watched him grinning at the pirates outside, and then closed the door heavily. Looking at Yawen, his eyes kept revealing madness and longing.He looked at Yawen in a daze, and smiled ecstatically, "Yawen, you promised me."

"I did promise." Yawen nodded to show that he hadn't forgotten, then reached out and grabbed Sancerre by the collar, and threw him to the side of the bed, "Anyway, you don't look tired enough, come and fulfill this promise now Bar."

He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled at Sancel inexplicably.

Sancer stared at Yawen, the eyes were too charming for him at this time, his breathing gradually became quicker, and an almost crazy infatuation and love appeared on his face.He tensed his legs and curled up in front of him, lay down on the bed, folded his hands above his body, slowly lowered them, and put them on his eyes.

Yawen looked at his appearance, smiled, stepped forward and grabbed his ankle, took off the boots on his feet and threw them aside, pressed his two calves with one hand, and leaned forward Press him down, lower your head and let your breath hit his ear side slowly and long, and while he is trembling because of this, wrap his ear pinna in your mouth, stick out the tip of your tongue and lightly touch his ear socket I licked it twice.

Sancer was still covering his eyes with his hands, his body trembling slightly, whether it was because of excitement or fear, his voice kept trembling, and he said in Yawen's ear, "...you really are a hooligan."

"Isn't what I'm doing what you expected?" Yawen put his hands on his lower abdomen while saying this with a smile, without even stroking his front end, he directly followed his smooth and warm body The skin wrapped around his soft and powerful buttocks, and he rubbed it with some strength, and as expected, he heard a moan mixed with joy and pain, "Your pain and happiness are all Quite worthy of the emotions I'm brewing."

"Yawen..." Sanssel called Yawen's name in a wet and sticky voice, put his right leg on his waist, and gently rubbed his crotch against his abdomen, "I'm so tired , do something quickly."

Yawen looked at him with dazed eyes for a moment, didn't say anything immediately, but straightened up, pulled Sancerre up at the same time, and put on a smile again, "Then do something, what do you want to do? "

Sancerre looked at him in a daze, then grinned wantonly, pressed Yawen's waist to make him stand on the side of the bed again, raised his hand to untie his belt, and gently held the hand that was slowly rising. I touched the changing hard object, and rubbed it back and forth a few times with both hands.

Feeling the tingling and pleasure along his lower body and gradually climbing up his spine and the back of his head, Yawen took a deep breath silently, stretched out his hand to hold Sancerre's back of his head, and let his lips gently touch his The top of the avatar.

Sancer also panted deeply. He raised his head and looked at Yawen's still quite calm expression at this time, narrowed his eyes with a smile, stretched out his tongue and gently licked the tiny gap at the top, up and down Move the tip of the tongue to touch more parts, as if addicted to playing, it keeps turning around the top, and finally gently encloses the entire head, sucking it with a very slight force.

Yawen let out a slight breath, stopped playing with him, and directly pushed forward into his mouth, letting himself be completely wrapped in this soft and warm touch.

Sancer frowned, it seemed that it was not easy to move his cheeks and jaw, he could only try his best to take the whole part of his body into his mouth, forcefully let out a muffled moan from his throat, and moved his tongue along the hard object He licked the front end and lower half of his head, looking a bit strenuous.

Yawen laughed and swayed his waist slightly back and forth, allowing Sancer to adapt to this feeling as soon as possible. After he was gradually able to accept such a range of in and out, he slowly accelerated the speed.He could see that Sancel was covering himself with the most lips and the soft tongue coating very carefully, trying not to touch the two rows of teeth with the hard object coming in and out of his mouth, but it was also obvious It's easy to make his jaw feel sore and tired, so after rubbing it meaningfully a few times, Yawen withdrew and pushed him back on the bed.

Sancerre opened his mouth, and licked his lips as if he still had something to say, then bit his lips and looked at Yawen, expressing his needs with his eyes.

Yawen put one hand on his shoulder, pressed him firmly on the bed, and put the other hand into his pants, rubbing his lower body unceremoniously, while lowering his head and biting him collar, and tore off his jacket directly with the buttons.

Sancerre was just panting shortly when he first started, but then he simply raised his head and groaned with unsteady tones.

Yawen couldn't help but sneered, and asked, "Do you want everyone on the ship to hear how slutty their usually invincible captain is making loud noises under other people?"

"Who cares...they." Sancer took a breath, twisted his waist a few times, raised his head and gently kissed Yawen's neck, "Don't, hurry up...it's not enough, give me some more ...more painful, more deadly...happier."

Yawen stopped rubbing the hands on his lower body, pulled off his pants, wrapped his hands around his back, poked them in along the opening between his buttocks, and buried his fingers deeply in his inside, stirring gently.

Sancer took a light breath of cold air, and the front part of the clone also seemed a little sluggish due to the pain. He stretched out his hand to hold his lower body, rubbed it back and forth a few times, and gradually regained his energy, and exhaled long and slowly: " I'm not a girl... don't feel sorry for me."

Yawen twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled again, Yiri didn't speak, and directly lowered his head to stabilize him.While kissing deeply, he kept a slow pace that would never hurt him, opened up his body little by little, until he could safely and completely contain himself, and then sent himself in as gently as possible.

"Ah...uh." Sancer frowned deeply, grasping Yawen's back with both hands, tearing the shirt he hadn't taken off, and breathing heavily.

"Satisfied?" Yawen closed his eyes slightly, feeling the wonderful sense of tolerance, as if he was in heaven, and gently pulled out a little, and then pushed in again.

"Stop pretending, bastard, you're no good at all... Ah!" Sanser said halfway through gritted teeth, and was once again overwhelmed by the pain of piercing himself.This pain was mixed with a subtle sense of satisfaction, leading him to sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

This is also what Yawen is happy to see.He lowered his head and watched Sancerre's twitching eyebrows and his expression gradually recovering from the pain, judged his adaptability, and then he stopped worrying about anything, obeyed his desire, and There are deep and heavy marks left in the body.

Sancel swayed his waist in response to his movement, and hummed some unintelligible syllables intermittently from his throat, and occasionally let out a long and sweet moan like syrup, which went straight down the line of Aya. Wen's eardrums poured into his mind, pulling the consciousness of both of them into the bottomless ocean abyss at the same time.

Their panting became more and more serious, until finally they could not tell each other apart, and all their emotions and desires were blended together, converging into an ocean current that could never turn back.

Yawen wasn't sure if there were other people outside the room at this time, and he didn't bother to care about it. He only cared about whether Sancerre really got what he wanted and the feeling—this was the only thing he could give immediately at this moment. Sancerre's comfort and tolerance come from both body and soul.

☆、Chapter 057