When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Ten years ago

"Carlos! You are cheating!!"

The blond boy slammed the scimitar in his hand on the ground heavily, and as soon as he turned around, he rushed towards his companions beside him.Caught off guard, the black-haired boy was thrown straight at him, let out a low muffled groan, and the two of them rolled to the ground together.

Dust covered his head and face, the black-haired boy shook the long hair on his forehead that was blocking his view, looked sideways, and found that his companion was reclining beside him, staring at him intently, the anger he pretended just now seemed like a wave from the sky. The clouds disappeared, leaving only the blue eyes, like the clearest sky in the desert, full of curiosity and interest.The black-haired boy felt a little embarrassed and looked away.

"You really stopped talking!" His face was turned back by a restless hand. "You haven't been so quiet after beating me before." Rolling your eyes, a malicious smile appeared on that pretty face, "Carlos, Carlos, let me guess, did you change your voice?" gone?"

Being poked into his weakness, the black-haired boy got up from the ground with a jerk, turned around and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by his ankle and fell to the ground again.This time the blond boy didn't let him escape, he just climbed onto him in three or two steps, and sat down heavily on his waist.Choking under his weight, the black-haired boy glared at his companion.

"Finally it's your turn!" The blond boy tugged at the corner of the black-haired boy's mouth unceremoniously, "Carlos, don't you want to say something? Tell me something quickly!"

Unbearable, the black-haired boy finally opened his mouth, "Damn it, Aval, stop it."

The boy named Avar was obviously taken aback when he heard this sentence, and after a few seconds, he burst out laughing. "It's not even as good as a drake hahaha, Carlos, what's going on with you hahahahaha"

Pushing away the crooked friend who was sitting and laughing, Carlos sat up angrily, "I'll be fine, my mother said it's because my voice will become very deep and nice, unlike yours... ..."

His words stopped because of his friend's distorted face, and he gritted his teeth. Carlos decided not to talk nonsense with this bastard, he will be fine, and he will have a charming voice, just like his dead father.

Avar laughed for a long time, and finally stopped. The two of them sat leisurely on the sand dune. This is their secret camp, not too far from home, and there will be no desert poisonous insects or beasts. A dwarf camel thorn is firmly rooted and gathers a piece of greenery, just like their tribe, surviving firmly in this cruel desert.But the teenagers are still too young to understand the deep meaning of it. They just simply like this place, this little home that makes them relax.

"Next month, I will learn common language and continental etiquette from Uncle Albert." Avar said suddenly, "As the next merchant in the clan, I will go to the border to trade with people outside."

Carlos looked up at him and shook his head slightly, "You won't, you are the patriarch's son, and you will become the next patriarch and our group leader."

As if irritated by these words, Avar turned his face away, "No! I will be the best trader. I have the appearance of a mainlander, like my ancestors thousands of years ago, with golden hair and blue hair. Eyes, this will make me very safe with the mainlanders, and I can do well and bring more trade to the clan." His blue eyes sparkled, looking directly at his best friend, "And you will become Our patriarch, you are the most powerful swordsman in our generation. With your superb sword skills and the trade with me, we will make the clan more prosperous and let our compatriots live a better life."

Carlos looked at his firm companion, and a smile suddenly crossed the corner of his mouth. In fact, just like what his mother said, Aval is a natural leader. He has unquenchable enthusiasm and the most stubborn persistence. Under his leadership , the tribe will live better.But he didn't need to say these words, he just needed to practice his sword skills harder, and it was enough to stand behind this dazzling boy and firmly block all dangers for him.

Reaching out and messing with the opponent's blond hair, Carlos leaned over and put his forehead against the opponent's forehead, "You will do it."

The voice seemed to have been polished by gravel, with a strange hoarseness, and Avar raised the corners of his lips. He liked to hear this voice, and liked this friend who was always calm and composed to become confused, even if it was just the voice.

He put his arms around him, leaned his head over, and lightly bit the Adam's apple on his neck, which was beginning to bulge. "Is it painful here? I remember I was in some pain at the time, as if I couldn't breathe."

As if stimulated by the bite, Carlos turned his head slightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shook his head.

"You don't want to talk again?" Avar completely stuck to the opponent's body, put his hands into his skirt, slid straight down, and grabbed the opponent's slightly erect penis. "But I want to hear you talk, and I want to hear you call my name with your current voice."

The boy's fingertips bear thick calluses from holding a sword. This is their most vigorous age, and a slight touch can bring great pleasure, let alone such a direct stimulation.Carlos let out a gasp, grabbed Avar's blond hair with his hands, and pulled him to his lips.They kissed, or rather gnawed, like two little cubs.The sons of the desert have no other entertainment, they are with the sword, the wild sand, and each other. Even if they are young, they are familiar enough with each other's body.After rough soothing, they both became excited in no time, and both hands licked each other's cocks in the same rhythm.

Clinging to his companion's neck, Avar said in a low and excited voice, "Carlos, today I want to try...can I try?" One hand let go of the scrotum that he had grasped before, and stretched it along his waist The muscles with shallow threads slid back, and he explored the other's buttocks with his fingertips, kneading and pressing the tight back court, trying to stuff his fingers in.

Stuck by this rude action, Carlos couldn't help frowning, grabbed Avar's hair and pulled him up, shaking his head vigorously.

Avar seemed to be amused by this action, and lightly pecked the corner of the other's tightly pursed lips, "Why? Keep silent, I don't know what you want to say."

"There can't be..." Carlos bit Aval's lips angrily, as if he wanted to stuff words into his mouth.Their tongues tangled for a moment, and Avar deftly escaped his attack.

"No, it's possible there. I asked Abel, secretly, and he said yes." Avar's eyes were shining, full of longing and anticipation, like a newborn puppy looking for breast milk .Carlos closed his eyes in pain, hell, he really couldn't take this.

"Can I? We can try..."

Seeing the other's eager expression, Carlos felt that a part of his heart had collapsed, becoming weak and sensitive, and he was reluctant to refuse any pleas from the boy.He hesitated for a moment, but finally turned over and slowly arched his waist.

The boy's sun-baked skin showed an even wheat color, which was the skin color of his people, but not his own.Avar doesn't like his untanned skin, which makes him even more fascinated by his friend's body.He stretched out his hand and pinched the soft buttocks of the young boy below him. Martial arts practice covered the young body with a layer of well-proportioned muscles, but it was not exaggerated, flexible and firm, like a desert at dusk, with a The breath of nostalgia.Avar took a deep breath, and opened the opponent's buttocks with both hands, revealing the small flower in the middle.The hole is so small, with an almost pink color, trembling and shrinking under his own gaze, Avar suddenly became a little uncertain, it looks really too fragile here, he can use his penis Insert here?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva secretly, Avar stretched out his thumb and probed into the small hole, but he received the most severe protest with just one finger. The boy under him suddenly tightened his body and took a deep breath. tone.It was too tight, and very dry, and it was not easy to enter. He felt that his fingers would be bitten off by the other party.

"Avar, did you really ask Abel?!" The black-haired boy turned his head angrily, staring at the boy behind him, even ignoring his terrible voice.

Avar felt embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "Of course I asked! It's just, it's just a little too dry." After that, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, leaned over neatly, and licked the shrunken little flower with the tip of his tongue , saliva seemed to be the best lubrication, under the teasing of the tip of his tongue, his thumb inserted it smoothly.

Carlos only felt a buzzing in his head, and his whole body went limp. He didn't expect to be able to lick that place with his tongue, but he couldn't deny that it was really, really, very cool... He lowered his body and felt his fingers Alternately stroking his acupoint with the tip of his tongue, a mass of scorching heat goes up the tailbone, making his penis stand upright and his eyes dizzy.It was as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into the voice-changing period's throat, making it difficult for him to breathe, and there was a burning pain. He took a deep breath, and finally couldn't bear it and let out a hoarse moan.

This groan seemed to hit the bottom of Avar's heart, his brain seemed to be burnt into paste, hot blood suddenly poured into his lower body, the warm and moist little hole was swallowing his fingers and the tip of his tongue, if he used another thing Insert... Avar felt a burst of heat almost burst through his nasal cavity, he raised his head suddenly, and took two deep breaths.He felt that it was time to change something into this beautiful little flower.

Holding the flexible waist with one hand, Avar propped up the delicate flower with the end of his penis. He felt the body under him tense suddenly, and his abdominal muscles trembled slightly in the palm of his hand. He wanted to ask how the other person was feeling, but he couldn't stop, he felt that his eyes were staring at gold stars, and his ears were filled with the beating heartbeat, thumping, as if it was going to jump out of his chest fiercely.He stood up straight and went straight in.The hole was really too tight, and it hurt him a little, but the pain was so good that he had to get more... With the heat all over his body, he couldn't help but move, and began to thrust slowly, Speed ​​up a little bit, let yourself get more pleasure.In his sight, only Carlos's tightly stretched back of the neck was left, and the butterfly bone trembled slightly under his own impact, like a butterfly that was really about to fly.He bent down, hugged the young boy under him tightly, bit his shoulder blades, and repeated over and over again, "Carlos, speak, I want to hear your voice. Call me by name. "

"You bastard." Hearing this lingering request, Carlos could only gnash his teeth and curse, he felt that he was completely speechless, his throat could hardly make any sound, only the burning heat remained, Just like the back hole he was entered in, the pain made him almost go crazy.This bastard must have made a mistake, if this behavior is painful and almost crazy, then it shouldn't exist in this world!

A burst of gold stars flashed wildly in front of his eyes, he almost wished to pass out immediately, he almost forced himself to relax his body, he only hoped that this painful penetration would end as soon as possible, just like... ah... he took a light breath, feeling a burst of pain The hot liquid shot into his body, and the instrument of torture gradually became smaller and finally slipped out of his body.

The bloody bastard.Carlos felt that he was completely exhausted, and he knelt limply in the sand until the other party picked him up again.

"You...you don't look good." Avar blushed and asked awkwardly. He admitted that he had completely lost his mind in the end, and only cared about getting in and out of the other person's body.The flimsy-looking flower seemed to be so fragile, with a little blood oozing out of it, and some cloudy liquid.Avar swallowed secretly, forcing himself to turn his attention back.He looked at his friend's pale face and suddenly felt a little guilty.

It was even more exhausting and painful than practicing swords all day. Carlos twisted his stiff waist, feeling the burning pain in the backyard, "Try it next time!" Hoarse, as if his voice was also abolished.

Avar shrank his neck, and then set his eyes on the other's wilting penis. "Aren't you feeling good? Not at all?"

"Not at all!" Carlos was about to continue to get angry, a warm touch wrapped his lower body, he watched helplessly as his friend lowered his head and began to lick his penis with his mouth.

All complaints were swallowed back, Carlos swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, put his hands in the messy golden hair, he gently pressed the opponent's head down, feeling the warm and moist mouth Wrapping his erection, he rubbed the red earlobe with his fingertips, watching the bright red become more and more colorful, he suddenly felt that he really couldn't refuse this person, from body to mind, there was no resistance force.

With a soft gasp, Carlos ejaculated, and the cum was swallowed by the dutiful mouth. He grabbed Avar's blonde hair, pulled him up, and kissed his lips hard, in his mouth tasted its own taste.

After the deep kiss was over, Avar pulled himself away and looked at him with a smile, "Is it even? My brother."

Carlos rubbed the other's increasingly messy blond hair and hugged him in his arms.The golden sun swayed down from above, here is the depths of the purgatory desert, there are countless dangers and enemies here, but they have not learned to fear yet, they have the most trusted friends, they have each other.

five years ago

Pushing open the concealed door, Carlos walked into the room.The room was very dark, and no candles were lit. A man was sitting at the table, silently wrapping a bandage on his arm.

Carlos took a few steps forward and stood behind the man. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the man's shoulder.

Without any reaction to this gentle touch, he still tied the bandage on his hand leisurely. "How's Carey?"

Carlos' fingers tightened slightly, he tried to slow down his tone, and replied calmly. "He has returned to his hometown."

As if being burned by these words, the man shrank his shoulders lightly, but there was no further reaction.He has gradually gotten used to hearing such words, "the soul returns to the hometown", "with the gods", and after pushing away the layer of gentle fine sand, this desert is an out-and-out melting pot that will melt everyone devoured.But he also knew that he couldn't get out of this desert, or in other words, other people except himself.They didn't have his dazzling blond hair, fair skin.Their wheat-colored skin, slightly curly black hair, and brown eyes will betray their identities. They are a race detested by this continent. During the trips and conversations with the people of the mainland, he slowly found out Learned this, and firmly engraved it in my mind with death and life.

"Avar..." Accompanied by the temperature on his shoulders, that gentle call pulled back his thoughts. He knew that he was just struggling needlessly, but he couldn't stop resisting. Maybe they could escape here?Fleeing the shackles that held them, to escape this heinous purgatory, to start their lives somewhere new, perhaps...

"Avar!" The voice became more determined, pulling him out of the frenzy.

A gentle arm encircled him, stronger arms than his, a wider chest.Avar slowly closed his eyes, letting himself show a little tiredness, he was just too tired, as if he was swallowed up by this desert, so he was alive.

Feeling the slowly relaxing body of the man under him, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart, knowing that he had pulled the man back again.Ever since Avar started to trade with Abel, he has watched this boy, this close friend with him day and night, gradually become another completely different man.

From the initial disbelief, to the later anger, and finally to the numbness, he watched him lose his mentor, watched him lose his traveling companion, and watched all these years under the persecution of the Lich King. What kind of changes did the more difficult journey bring to him.As if being tempered by an incomparably terrifying furnace, the bright and beautiful things on his exterior, like gold and the scorching sun, are slowly fading away, becoming less and less, and getting colder and colder, until it has been tempered into an indestructible steel knife.The light was so dazzling, but it made his heart hurt so much. He knew that he would become a qualified leader, but he never thought that he would be in such a way.

Now, his blade is already extremely sharp, and it has become a double-edged blade, half cutting towards the enemy and half towards himself.Faced with such a situation, Carlos was helpless. He could only make himself stronger and sharper, so that he could stab the same enemy when needed, and he could also hold the half that stabbed himself when needed. blade.

"You..." You have done a good job, no, he has said this many times, but it has never worked. What he needs now is not this.Taking a deep breath, Carlos lowered his head and kissed the other's neck, feeling the throbbing pulse on the neck with the tip of his tongue, he pulled the man's golden head and kissed his lips.As if some mechanism had been touched, everything suddenly came alive. The man kissed him back forcefully, as if trying to take away the air in his mouth.

They have all just experienced battle, and the smell on their bodies is like scorching sun, like rolling sand, like the sharp edge of steel knives and iron blades.They have also just experienced death, the blood condensed on their bodies, the smell of blood wafted in the air, and the death breath lingered, showing the lives they had deprived and carried.In the taste of iron and blood, they embraced each other deeply, plundering everything from the other party, from the mouth to the skin, from the penis to the soul, as if fighting for dominance.

With a bang, the wooden table was pushed aside. During the push, Carlos pressed the man against the wooden wall and sucked his lips hard.They didn't do it very often, but once in a while, just once in a while, he'd take all power out of the other person, overwhelm him with his own power, peel him apart, open his heart by force.Carlos doesn't know how long this method will work, but this is already his best method.

He almost roughly tore off the opponent's clothes, kneaded his solid buttocks with both hands, and inserted his knuckles directly into the seam of the buttocks, into the tightly clenched buttocks.The man on the body froze for a moment, then continued to kiss his lips more eagerly, and raised his legs, wrapping his slender and powerful legs around Carlos' waist.

At this moment, their breaths became short of breath. Carlos had long arms, touched the oil lamp on the wall, and painted the lamp oil on his penis with his backhand. There was no extra foreplay. He supported the man's tough Waist, buried himself in it.

It is difficult to enter, as if you want to break through layers of obstacles and penetrate into the depths of the other party's heart.The opening of the hole was dry and tight, so tight that both of them felt pain, but Carlos did not stop, but opened the small hole with the head of his glans more firmly. It seemed like an endless torture, inch by inch. Opening up the man's body, he involuntarily tightened his legs and wrapped them around his shoulders.

When they all entered, the two let out a quick gasp at the same time.The hot and humid hole completely wrapped the hot penis, so seamless, as if they should be connected as one.Slowly holding up the legs wrapped around his waist, Carlos stroked back along the man's buttocks, and the hole was slightly constricted at his fingertips, as if he was swallowing his penis.A mouth came to his lips and kissed him deeply.

It all started to get chaotic, Carlos jerked his cock hard, almost all the way out each time, and then he thrust it in again, he knew the body beneath him, where he felt pleasure and where it turned him on It's hard to hold back, and there's nothing that makes him scream in pain.He manipulated this body in turn, until the other party couldn't bear it anymore, and bit his neck fiercely.

For a moment, the pain is as clear as pleasure.With a low growl, Carlos thrust himself into him hard, his cock bouncing and protruding a few jets of hot fluid, and then he felt the same fluid splashing on his belly.

The heartbeat fell slowly, and Carlos hugged the man in his arms tightly. The night had fallen, and the last ray of light had faded from the room. They leaned on each other, warming each other with their bodies.This is the depths of the purgatory desert, there are countless dangers and enemies here, they are no longer innocent, they have experienced too much death and betrayal, but they still have each other.