give me some blood

It seems that there is an intruder.

I raised my head and looked out of the window. From this side of the window, I could only see the huge courtyard in the castle.I can see several black shadows moving rapidly, they are the guards of the castle.

I seem to see a touch of white leaving from the direction of the garden. If it's not a vampire, is it a white wizard?A sneak attack is seriously inconsistent with the Holy See's fighting style of overcoming everything with numbers.

Standing by the bed, I suddenly had a strong urge to jump down into the fog, and then grabbed the white shadow to see his face clearly.However, I am still rational and stop here.There are always times when people use reason to overcome emotions, and then do things that they regret for a lifetime.

The white shadow flashed past, then never appeared again, and the outside became quiet again.

Little did I know at the time, goodbye, not in Benedictine.

After the silence, I continued to lie down and practice magic without paying special attention.With the existence of abnormally powerful guys like An and Naize, at least there is no need to worry about personal safety.

There was a sudden discomfort from having an extra bracelet on my left wrist, but I really needed something to cover it.This blood-red mark is a blessing from the Catholic Church.

"Marionette, you're not happy," Lan said.

Is freedom happiness?I have another philosophical problem, and I have to think of something else to get rid of, otherwise I will think about my brain cramping again.

Blood clans found to be in collusion with the Holy See will be sent to the Tribunal of Blood, which is an alliance of elders. As a result, there are only two punishments, death penalty and exile.The death penalty is the death penalty, and exile is the death penalty.

My mind was filled with Lan's gentle scumbags, and how to climb up the existing ruling rules of the blood clan. The two thoughts were entangled together, as complicated as a ball of wool played by a cat.I need to sleep, this kind of thing, it must be fine in the morning.

By the way, do vampires need to sleep?I fell asleep while thinking about this question.

The next day, I had breakfast with Naizawa and Ann, wholemeal bread with blood, and received an invitation from Mirage:

The air is very fresh today. If you have nothing else to do and you don't mind spending time with a lonely person, can you wait for me in the main castle all morning?

"You know Mirage?" The king of the blood clan took a sip of blood.

"Yes." I nodded helplessly.

"Prince Sanis that you sent that day had a little trouble on the road. He met Earl Scarborough by chance, so he went instead." Ann added, biting the word "encounter" very strongly.

"Oh?" Nezer showed great interest, "So what, Mo, what kind of person do you think Earl Scarborough is?"

When I met Ann yesterday, I mentioned this matter, but Ann was very disapproving. "He can't do anything to you", these are Ann's original words.Mirage is the prince and important figure of the Lusen clan in the Hanma region and throughout Angosa. "With me here, he can't do anything to you." An patted my shoulder, seemingly trying to comfort me.I was very puzzled, what did he do to others, Lucy looked frightened when he saw him, the little fortune teller seemed to be in a cold sweat when he saw him, the uncle tailor was very calm, but extremely respectful, But when I saw his carriage on the road yesterday, I could clearly feel that some pedestrians were avoiding him.

"A fun opponent." That's my hunch.

Naizawa squinted his eyes and looked at me playfully, as if he found a pimple on my face that I hadn’t seen before. I touched my face reflexively, but there was nothing there.

"You won't stop that guy?" Ann turned her head to Naize, with a reproachful dissatisfaction in her voice.

"Rivals are more important than friends." Naizawa looked at me with a half-smile, and raised the goblet filled with blood-red liquid to me.

Breakfast continues in a pleasant atmosphere.

"Is your friend from the Holy See, Lan, still in touch with you?" Naizawa suddenly mentioned this sentence when I thought the topic was over, and I was taken aback.

At this moment, the left wrist felt a particularly existential coldness.

"No connection." I smiled, turned my head to look out of the window, and saw another bird flying to the southeast, "There is really no connection."

"Your canonization ceremony will be in three days." Grandpa Naizawa paused and said, "People from several big families will be there."

I nod.Seriously, I hate canonization ceremonies.

"Also," Naizawa's language became very relaxed but with an indescribable heaviness in these two words, "I'm getting old, and I'm thinking about retiring recently."

Ann's knife dropped onto his plate, and I was startled, not sure what he meant.

The old fox looked at me softly and challengingly.

This is a great temptation.

This is too much temptation for me.

Said the devil, I give you power.The angel said, I give you peace.Death said, I will give you fairness.The apple tree said, I will drop apples on your head.An archbishop said, I give you happiness.A hard-working kid said, I want to be free.

When I went out, Mirage's carriage was already waiting for me in the main building.

He didn't have to wait for my answer because he knew I had no choice.

The Tribunal of Blood is an alliance of elders, and in terms of results, there are only two punishments, death penalty and exile.The death penalty is the death penalty, and exile is the death penalty.

"Go to the theater today?" Mirage's smile was the same as yesterday.

"Okay," I replied, "but I remember you said you were going to invite me to your house. When will it be, my...friend?"

Mirage's smile became thicker and thicker.

I believe so, mine too.

Three days.

Day one, it's drama.I couldn't bear this since I was a child, and fell asleep unknowingly when I saw half of it, and woke up with my clothes on the big bed in Mirage's mansion in Xuedu.Mirage was reading a book while waiting for me to wake up, as if he had nothing to deal with, and showed a harmless smile, and asked me if I was cold.

I want to ask him how to get rid of the bloody imprint on my left hand. What he said is that the direction of magic is irreversible. It is probably taught by a teacher with An, but he tried to crack it and told me that the spellcaster Added a powerful prohibition that cannot be broken except by oneself.

The next day, I said that I wanted to meet some people from the Lusen tribe, and he had a party at home. Several Lusen tribe tasted the blood of a little girl from afar, and mocked how the idiot blood slaves expected Immortality without pretense, I laugh with them.I realized that Mirage just said that I am a natural, and did not introduce the fact that I am from the Zhuo Fan tribe to the guests.

I said what I want to do, and the mirage will do what I want.Suggestions, invitations, answers.However, I am not allowed to decline.

On the third day, I said that I wanted to practice magic, and Mirage dragged me to an uninhabited river beach and taught me water magic.Tall and soft aquatic plants, as tall as a person, block everything around them.Because his magic is water.Most of the high-level vampires have the four abilities of wind, fire, water, and earth. Usually, there will be various signs when they first embrace. Unfortunately, I can't condense any water vapor, I can't light fire, I can't shape the earth, and I can't blow it. It doesn't get windy.

Mirage hugged me from behind, took my hand and moved with his hand, "You have to wave your finger like this to point out the direction of energy. Your heart and your body are two different things. The heart understands that the body is different. I must understand. Naturally let the energy of the blood flow to where you point, just like this," hand and hand tightly, body and body close together, behind the ear can feel the faint but full of presence that belongs to the blood race , "aqua".The sound of mirage is also like breathing, light but with a sense of presence.Latin words flowed from his lips, with an indescribable unique beauty.

"Yes, mind and body are two different things, Mr. Mirage, can you tell me, is it your body or your heart that has kept you by my side these three days?" She looked at his face from a distance that was about to touch her nose, looking straight into his long and narrow eyes.I've had enough of being pushed around.

"I want to get the heart first, and then the body." Mirage's smile has not changed, and he can't tell the truth of his words from his expression or even his eyes.

First you need your heart, then your body, and then thoroughly play with it before throwing it away. As a nobleman, it is quite understandable to have such a hobby.

I hate the calmness of this face, especially the obvious camouflage.

In the posture of being hugged from behind, I violently pulled him to the ground, and then pressed him up with my own weight, and a large piece of aquatic plants fell down in response.

Water surged up from the wet soil, slowly raising our bodies, like something elastic, supporting him and me softly, warm to the touch but dry, becoming something similar to a bed, with the appearance of water , and lost the form of water.

He was still smiling, but the frivolous blur in his eyes disappeared, replaced by something terrifyingly profound to me, looking at me like this, not speaking, not moving, quiet, wide and gentle not far away The river is flowing, and the chirping of summer insects can be heard in the evening.

"Mr. Mirage, Sisyphus Scarborough, I think you've only ever played with women before," I said, turning my face across from him.

"If I say yes, will you be happy?" Mirage asked.

"Of course," I flipped his shirt open, "it's a testament to my charm. Although I want to remind you that you're in the wrong place."

One by one, the jackets that are not heavy are removed, revealing flesh and blood with even hair and sparse body, but it cannot be called a strong body. From the neck to the chest, licking, swirling, and then to the abdomen, gradually descending, to the secret part .

I messed up the rhythm of his breathing.

"Nice shape and size, yours, this." Licking his male symbol, wrapping, torturing, letting the thing take on warmth and color.

"You want to play with fire?" Mirage pulled my head.

"Yes." I replied.

"Are you in charge of putting out the fire?" Mirage's eyes narrowed slightly.

"ignis," I stroked his with my fingertips from the bottom to the top, showing my most surly smile, "the spell for lighting fire, isn't that how it's used?".

Thus, the fire was lit.

I originally thought that if he kept standing up, his chrysanthemum would explode, which is a pity.

The moment the Latin incantation was spit out from the mouth, the dark red iridescence dyed the entire eye sockets, I knew it was the look of the vampire growing fangs and sucking the blood of living things, wild looking eyes.

The position of the body was reversed, being pulled under him,

The legs were stretched to the limit, the body was stretched to the full, everything was like a torrential wind.

Beast-like intercourse, crazily pulling, biting, and demanding each other among the aquatic plants at dusk, the flesh is full of ugly behaviors for pleasure, clamoring for more and more.

There are fisherman's songs going down the river with invisible fishing boats, and the wild wind caressing naked bodies.

He brushed his fangs across my neck, bringing shudders down my spine, nibbling, and pain that went crazy with pleasure.

"It's really delicious."

"is it?"

"From the first time I saw you."

"is it?"

"It must have been better then than it is now."

"is it?"

"Yes, but now, drink it."

"Is... um...? Ah... ah... ah..."

The violent wind turns to gentleness, the gentleness turns to haste, and the haste turns to desolation.

"Count Mirage," I whispered in his ear when it was over, "I love you."

I could feel an imperceptible pause in Mirage's breathing.

Haha, what will happen to a spoiled child who wants both heart and body, if he can get both at once?There is a guy who stews various soups, tastes them and throws them away as a hobby. He originally wanted to simmer a pot of soup slowly, but found that he accidentally turned on the fire and it was cooked immediately. What would happen?

I said I love you, but I didn't say how much I love you. I can love you a little, or a lot, and even have a little affection for you. I can say this, I love you.

Earl Mirage, although it is strange to say this, I love you, hahaha, I am an annoying bad boy.

You said that you want body and mind, but the body was given to you in real terms, and the heart was pretended to be given to you too, can you let me go?

If you don't let me go, then things will be more fun.

The fire player ***, Ximen Qingma who plays errands, and the one who plays love?

Now guess, if you fall asleep in his arms now, where will your eyes be when you open your eyes?

The author has something to say: erotica is Japanese, meaning approximately equal to OOXX, in order to prevent 口 from appearing.

Ximen Qing died on the bed after taking too much Viagra...