Paladin

Evan faltered, hesitated to speak, and grabbed Hewitt's tail.

Mr. Mage was confused, and the tip of his tail was warmed by his palm, finally he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "What do you want to say?"

Evan hummed, and said in a low voice: "I seem...my occultism has struck again."

Hewitt: "..."

It has been several months since he fell ill last time, and the magical energy in the enchanted earrings Hewitt specially made for him has also dissipated.

It seems reasonable to have a relapse of narcophagy.

But in this situation, Hewitt can't take care of himself. Where is the extra magic power for Evan to relieve his symptoms?

The elf's breathing gradually slowed down, the brilliance in the emerald eyes gradually faded, and his eyes gradually darkened. Evan put his arms around Huitt's neck, and smelled the faint magic breath on him with nostalgia for a long time. Then he said, "You... stay away from me."

Hewitt hesitated for a moment, got off the bed, followed suit, and looked at Evan silently for a while.

Evan turned over, groaned lowly, and said in a muffled voice: "Go away, Hewitt, don't let me see or smell you."

Hearing the words, Hewitt had a weird face on his face, and obediently took a few steps back, hesitating a little.

He was so far away from Evan's range of perception, and the latter gradually felt itchy, resisting the desire to squeeze the mage immediately, and said angrily: "Go away!"

With his hands in his sleeves, Hewitt calmly stepped back to the wall and looked at Evan—but the long silver tail on his back kept swinging in mid-air, accidentally revealing his eagerness to try.

The two swallowed at the same time.

Evan thought to himself: Hold on...he needs to recuperate now, and he can't just squeeze him out...

Hewitt thought to himself: hold back... Although he looks very attractive now, easy to bully...

After a while, Evan tossed and turned, got up and rummaged, gritted his teeth and tied his right hand tightly to the head of the bed—this is his most common way of endurance.Then he tried to fumble for his bootknife for bloodletting, but he couldn't find it, probably because he lost it in the snow before.

The elf panted depressedly for a moment, and gradually felt the hunger and thirst in his body began to gather, squeezing his reason...

——What's more, the sorcerer in the corner is still showing his presence!Doesn't he know that he is now a piece of Tang monk meat?

Evan began to itch all over, gnashing his teeth trying to divert his attention, trying to focus on the ceiling of Heisuo.

This cellar was extremely quiet, and it was a small, dark and closed space that they specially found. The elf's unbearable panting and the friction of moving his body were faithfully transmitted to the other person's ears.

Hewitt stood by the wall for a while, his tail gradually swaying faster and faster, making a whistling sound. In order to restrain his excitement, he turned around twice in place, but after a long while, he couldn't help asking: "Evan ?”

Evan didn't answer, just turned his back to him, and gradually curled up.

Hewitt heard Xixi Suosuo's constant small movements, his purple eyes gradually narrowed.

The mage thought to himself: This is not good... I am taking advantage of others, this is not good... One of the most important qualities of an arcanist is patience, calmness, and not being tempted...

While chanting these qualities silently, the Arch Arcanist moved over slowly and completely uncontrollably. While standing by the bed, he slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the elf who was tied to the bed by himself.

Evan trembled slightly, and said hoarsely: "Huitt! You are looking for death!"

"You can't blame me. You know that the blood of dragons can have a great impact on one's personality. Now the blood of deep sea dragons in my body has the upper hand." Hewitt calmly defended himself, "Besides, you are obviously the one who made the fragrance put the cake in front of me, warning me not to eat it secretly, and at the same time constantly emitting aromas to seduce me..."

Evan: "..." I don't look like a cake!

While explaining his actions righteously, Mr. Mage continued to grope because his eyes could not see clearly. He touched Evan's bound right hand, followed his arm, and stroked his chest.

Gritting his teeth, the elf said, "Do you want to die on this bed?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "pop"!

Hewitt's silver dragon tail slapped directly on the bed because he was so excited.

Hewitt coughed, and continued to say shamelessly, "It's the fault of Dragon's Blood."

Evan's eyes were wide open, and the onset of voodoo made his eyes darken, and he began to exude a deceptive aura—of course, Hewitt couldn't see clearly.

Their first mana restoration was completely dominated by Evan, but this time it seemed to be the other way around.Hewitt's dragon tail lingered on Evan's body eagerly, feeling that the elf trembled slightly just because of his touch, which made the mage's heart feel like a lava erupted, and the dragon blood on his body almost boiled.

——Oops, the blood of dragons is known for being unscrupulous and violent, I really shouldn't hold it up...

This is Mr. Master's last rational thought today.

……

After a few minutes.

"Stop! Huitt! If you dare to come over again, I'll beat you from Nestor to Corunna..."

"I do not."

"...I warn you! You will die a miserable death!"

"I do not."

"Huitt! You wake me up!"

"I do not."

"Uh...uh—!!"

after an hour.

"..."

"E... Evan, stop it."

"..."

"Wait, I've exhausted my magic power, let me rest for a while, I..."

"……I do not."

"No, no, I'm going to be overdrawn again if I continue like this, I'm going to turn into a mummy, stop, Evan, uh..."

After a while, the two began to lie on the simple straw bed tiredly.

Evan licked his lips and said hoarsely, "You are asking for your own death."

Hewitt opened his mouth, but he didn't speak yet, feeling that his soul was about to float out of his throat.

There was a strange light in Evan's eyes. He bit his neck sideways, feeling that the mage's arteries were pulsating rhythmically. Scale pattern, he squeezed the long tail over Evan's waist, and whispered: "You... are not a vampire... are you?"

Evan raised his head, a thin layer of sweat dripped from his body, and his bare skin glowed smoothly in the darkness.The elf's eyes were full of dissatisfaction with unsatisfied desires. He bit Hewitt's lips bitterly, kissed him frantically, and said after a while: "This can't be done..."

Hewitt let out a sigh of relief, and huddled with him on the bed again, and both rolled to the ground. The cold stone ground made both of them feel excited, but the next kiss was hot and lingering, so sticky. Makes people crazy.

Evan was gasping for breath, his whole body was hot, and he said something vaguely.

Hewitt didn't hear this sentence clearly, but following Evan's actions, his pupils shrank suddenly and he took a breath of air.

The two were dripping with sweat, and their clothes were already in a mess. Evan moved indiscriminately and tore the clothes again.

"You... are you trying to take advantage of someone's danger?" Hewitt snorted softly, flicking his long silver tail, wrapped around Evan's waist, and squeezed the top of his hard tailbone between his legs. past.

Evan gasped, gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone depends on their ability."

Because the scene was too dark, the camera couldn't get a clear picture of it.

Anyway, there are people in the cellar doing bad, bad, bad... and bad.

……

At noon on the third day, the sun rose three poles.

The cellar was still pitch black, only two slow breathing sounds intertwined in one place.

The ground was in a mess, the coats and plate armor of the paladins were taken off in a mess, and the clothes of the mages were also horrible; In the corner, a pitiful spill of fine wine.

Evan slowly sat up in bed, stepping on his rumpled undershirt as he put his feet on the floor—a flash of what it had been used for last night flashed before him.

Evan covered his face with his hands, lowered his head and moaned: "What have I done..."

He staggered a little when he tried to stand up, the muscles in his waist and abdomen were sore, as if he was collectively protesting their atrocities yesterday... Evan gritted his teeth, and when he walked to the bed, he could barely make out his trousers, and put them on first.

Then he found that Hewitt was also awake, just lying on his back on the bed with a pair of out-of-focus purple eyes, and said, "This time... I was really squeezed out..."

His silver-white dragon tail hangs weakly on the edge of the bed, and there is still suspicious muddy liquid on the tip of the hard tail. It seems to feel Evan's gaze, and it flicks a bit.

Evan covered his forehead with some headaches, and said after a while, "Hewitt...do you want some breakfast?"

Hewitt heaved a long sigh, and when he got off the bed, his complexion was twisted, he helped his waist and said, "Why are you so energetic...you should lie on the bed obediently, I'll go find some food..."

"You are the one who is brave!" Evan said, "Don't forget that I am a paladin. You are the weak mage, you should be obedient..."

"I'm weak?" Hewitt snorted, "It's already the third day, I don't believe there is anyone in this world who can be squeezed by you like this..."

Evan said angrily: "Who insisted on coming here! I would have waited for me to get over my ecstasy, but now it's like this, it's all because you are too...shameless!"

The mage was at a loss for words, and after a while, he conceded and said, "Okay."

They were silent for a while, Evan picked up Hewitt's coat from the ground and handed it over, and the latter took it and put it on.

There was a few more minutes of silence.

They finally each realize what happened before.

This is so embarrassing, Evan thought: Shouldn't it be time to... talk about love, why are you arguing about weird issues first... Ahhh what am I doing!

Hewitt thought: After that, it's time to confess...why... don't know how to speak.

The villains in the two first-time brothers each went crazy for a minute, and finally gave up in despair and switched the atmosphere back to the romance channel.

Evan peeked over, then backed away, and Hewitt peeked over, too.

Finally Hewitt called "Evan" and they kissed naturally and carefully before both were surprised to find each other shy...on fire.