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"Chris, you forgot what you promised me."

In the dark night, on the big bed, the priest was almost completely wrapped in each other's arms, with his back tightly pressed against the mage's chest, and the powerful heartbeat was transmitted through the flesh and blood.

"But master, you're hard." The mage said, holding the priest's slightly erect soft spongy body with one hand, and placed the other hand on the priest's waist in a regular manner, without any other movement.

"Isn't that your masterpiece?" The priest snorted and moved his body, as if he wanted to break free from his embrace, but as the pleasure gradually evaporated, his movements seemed a little bit of refusal and welcome.

"If you don't want to, you can ask me to stop." The servant's hand has already started to slowly move around desire. Thanks to his extensive reading and two and a half times of practical experience, his proficiency in movements has already improved. Enough to be appreciated. "But you haven't said no yet."

The priest couldn't care less about talking anymore. He felt that even the breath he spit out was hot, and his mind was in chaos. He just clamored for more pleasure. He opened his mouth and put his hands on the cloak that Chris wore around his waist. His hand seemed to want to take the opponent's hand away, but when the opponent speeded up his movements viciously, he could only straighten his body, holding onto his hand tightly like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.

Behind him, a hot "stick" was tightly stuck between his thighs, and he knew what it was without even thinking about it.

Chris changed his hand, and the hand that was holding his pouch tightly pinched the priest's chin upwards, pushed his head back, and leaned forward to intertwine with him.

Without the harassing noise from the next door, the night seemed exceptionally quiet, the sound of tongue and saliva resounding in my ears, Yannick didn't know what was wrong with him, he must have pushed Chris away in the past, but Now he was already limp in the opponent's arms, and he even forgot to worry about whether the elf would be woken up.

The chest was finally taken care of, the mage's fingers pinched the little softness, he tried his best to review the past experience, hoping to make the priest feel more happy, and the fact did not disappoint, the priest looked I enjoyed it more than any previous experience. Just from the trembling and twisting body in his arms, I could feel that the other party was completely immersed in desire and couldn't extricate myself.

Feeling in along the nightgown, I could feel that the little hole behind me had completely softened, and it trembled slightly when touched by the fingertips, as if a little shy and looking forward to it.

The mage took out a bottle of potion from the magic bag on the bedside, poured some on his fingers, and then slowly poked it in. As soon as he went in, layers of tender flesh stuck to it, like silk and satin. Coupled with the lubrication of the medicine, it was easily pushed to the depth, smoother than the previous two times.

Seeing this, Chris no longer held back, and added another finger to twitch a few times, and then directly replaced it with a huge body that was so hot that he couldn't bear it for a moment, parted the slippery double thighs in his palm, and stood upright in the posture of lying on his side on the bed go in.

The scent of the magic potion wafted through the room, and Yannick smelled something wrong: he forced a sliver of reason out of his chaotic and blank mind and asked, "What did you use?"

"Oh, the sleeping potion with lime nectar, the kind I gave Illus just now." The mage replied.

"..." Yannick suddenly felt that he would never be able to look directly at the elves' food again.

"You... ah!" Before he could protest, the mage's sudden intrusion completely interrupted his thoughts. "Slow down...um..."

The sound of protest was quickly swallowed by the other party's lips and tongue, the priest's consciousness was interrupted, and he was completely involved in the surging tide of emotion.

The night is still very long.

The next day, it was originally the scheduled departure date. Everyone woke up early and waited for the bishop's announcement in the rooms of Avery and Augustine. Everyone who lived on Yannick's floor heard what happened last night. The movement in the first half of the night, fortunately, in the second half of the night, the movement stopped abruptly. In the morning, they saw two naked "statues" of men and women sealed up in the yard, surrounded by a circle of onlookers.As soon as the spell expired, the pair of dogs and men were shivering from the cold, and kept cursing in their locked mouths to turn them into such a culprit. The man with the appearance of a rich businessman seemed to know that the other party seemed to be a mage he couldn't afford, so Not daring to complain, he ran back to the hotel to change his clothes in desperation.

After appreciating the episode, they waited and waited, but they couldn't wait for the bishop's shadow. Bart and Beck couldn't help but feel a little anxious. You must know that in normal times, Yannick set an example and was almost never late.

The two of them went to knock on the door together, but it was the boy with the facial paralysis who opened the door.

"Edward, where is Lord Hill?" Baker asked.

The servant didn't let them in, but turned his body slightly to let them see the bulge on the bed, and the silver hair flowing out from under the quilt. It was clear at a glance that the master hadn't gotten up yet, but the elf had already woken up, looked very energetic, and was enjoying himself He happily gnawed on his toes.

Bart: "Ah, isn't your Excellency Hill awake yet?"

Chris nods.

Bart: "Then do you know when Your Excellency will wake up?"

Chris shook his head.

Bart scratched his hair, a little distressed: "Then what should I do, we agreed to leave today!"

Chris stared at him blankly.

Baker: "How about we go back and tell Lord Avery about them?"

Bart: "Alright"

Watching the two leave, Chris closed the door, looked at the elf who was having a great time with him, and seriously considered whether he should also go to bed and sleep.

After all, it wasn't just one person who put in physical effort last night.

After a while, the two turned back again.

Chris opened the door and stared at them blankly.

Bart was a little embarrassed: "Your Excellency Avery asked us to come over and ask Your Excellency Hill if you want to let His Excellency Hill sleep in the carriage. After all, if you stay here for an extra day, you will be charged an extra day's accommodation fee!"

Chris: "..."

As expected, Yannick was right. Avery's name should be changed to Money or Miser.

However, since he is currently playing the role of "dumb servant", Chris did not speak, but slowly... in front of the two of them...

Close the door.

Bart: "..."

Baker: "..."

Baker came back to his senses: "Bart, you are too rude to Sir Hill."

Bart was very aggrieved: "I was just conveying the words of Priest Avery. Besides, Edward is only His Excellency Hill's servant. We are His Excellency's knights and bodyguards. How could he be so rude to us!"

Baker thought for a while, and said with difficulty: "Maybe it's because Edward has a very close relationship with His Excellency Hill now?"

Bart hasn't reacted yet: "Ah, what's the matter?"

Baker: "I just saw the redness on Edward's neck, which seems to be a hickey."

Bart was dumbfounded: "..."

Although he was outspoken, he joked twice that the elf was the child of His Excellency Hill, and everyone felt that His Excellency Hill attached great importance to this new servant, but thinking is one thing, seeing it with his own eyes is another thing.

"No, no way, how could His Excellency Hill be such a person?" Bart was about to cry.

Baker was very strange: "So what's the matter? I heard that in the Holy See, isn't it normal for priests to have lovers in private? Don't tell me you have a crush on His Excellency Hill?"

Bart was very resentful: "No..."

He just couldn't accept the fact that in his mind, His Excellency Hill, who was omnipotent, tolerant, wise, and able to defeat even a magister, was the one being oppressed.

Yannick slept until the sun was about to set before getting up. The long sleep made him recover a lot. Although it was unavoidable that he still had a sore back and back pain, but as the saying goes, the first time is born, the second time is cooked, and the current physical condition has been improved. It's within the tolerable range.

While putting on his clothes, the silver-haired bishop silently reflected on his irresistible temptation and indulgent behavior. If he had been able to shirk most of the responsibility on Chris before, then he would have no way to deceive himself this time. .

Admit it, Yannick Hill, you've been completely assimilated into a gay!

admit it... admit it...

The cold voice with echo effect kept reverberating in his mind, shaking his whole body into chaos.

The silver-haired bishop, who tried his best to maintain a calm posture, was accompanied by a servant, and brought the elf who rubbed his eyes to Avery's room to join everyone.

Then he found that what greeted him was the ambiguous eyes of everyone.

"My lord, it's a great pleasure to meet you, and perhaps I should tell you the unfortunate news that we have had to pay for another night's room due to your late wake-up time." - This is Avery the Cheapskate.

"Haha, Mr. Hill, have you had dinner? Oh, you needn't say it. We understand that they are all men! How about going to Felina Street at night? There are many good things there, hehe... ...It is much better than the one behind you, you have to experience more to improve your taste!" - needless to say, this must be the voice of Priest Darwin.

"Your Excellency, we have already had dinner. Would you like to use some? I will ring the bell and someone will bring it over. Baker said that you must have exhausted your energy and you need to replenish it." ——this was silently biting a small handkerchief in my heart Crying, still not forgetting the Bart knight who has dedicated himself to his duty.

The silver-haired bishop glanced over, and everyone fell silent.

It has to be said that Yannick has enough authority in everyone's minds, and the rest of the people who wanted to make fun of him shut up immediately after seeing him lose their courage.

The pretentious Bishop Hill maintained a noble and glamorous look, with an expression of "I don't know what you are talking about", and said: "We will set off tonight to the capital of Charlemagne."

[Volume [-]: Ups and downs are called life]