God forbids me to fall in love

This word was an affirmation to Moen, and he couldn't help but smiled flatteringly at Vernes.

Then, like a puppy, he rubbed his face against Vernes's indiscriminately, and instinctively stuck to the other's lips in a disorderly manner.

Vernes didn't dodge.

Moen stared and pecked twice, only to feel that it was cold, but it seemed to be electrified.

He froze for a moment and suddenly covered his heart and jumped off the opponent's body.

Vernes looked at him with a puzzled expression, and took his hand back.

The two looked at each other silently.

Moen pressed his trembling wrist in confusion, not knowing what kind of magical feeling it was.

He was slightly frightened by his body's reaction, as if he shouldn't do that, his body was telling him that he had done something very out of bounds, as if he had blasphemed the gods.

He stood still for two seconds, then suddenly licked his mouth, and threw Vernes on him again.

"Well..." His knee hit the ground and hurt a little.

Vernes seemed to be frightened, but at the same time seemed to be angry. The expression on his face made it impossible for Moen to tell what kind of emotion it was.

However, he even let Moen push himself to the ground without any resistance, and remained silent, only those beautiful eyes were fixed on Moen, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.

Moen didn't understand anything, but he knew that he had to follow his instinct to do everything now, so he didn't have to hesitate, just do whatever he wanted.

And he likes the person in front of him, the two of them are lovers.

I really want to make an intimate move towards him, I really want to be close to his skin and do happy things.

There was obviously a soft and comfortable bed in this room, but they had to lie on the ground overlapping each other.

Moen propped himself up, looking at the spotless white robe spread on the dark floor, which was not pleasing to the eye.

He frowned and hugged Vernes' shoulder seriously, his legs also clamped him, turned over forcibly, and replaced himself lying on the bottom.

"……What do you want to do?"

Vernes' expression was very complicated from the beginning, as if he was restraining something.

He put his hands on the side of Moen's head to control his body from pressing on Moen's body, but unfortunately the one who was forgiven didn't understand the kindness, and instead pressed Vernes' waist to his own in displeasure .

In this way, the other party's black hair like a waterfall poured down on the sides of the two of them, and a few strands of hair stuck to Moen's exposed skin.

They were slippery and cool, just sticking to Moen's body gave him the illusion of being burned.

"I'm so hot." He said blankly.

Moen, who is so "unrestrained" in his approach, is extremely naive in his words.

He stared at the person who was "forced" to press down on him, with a hint of greed in his eyes, and suddenly raised a hand and put it on Vernes' neck.

He was so hot, he really wanted to eat Vernes' cool mouth again, but he was a little scared.

Judging by the other party's reaction, why did Vernes' hands tremble?

Was he also afraid of himself?

Moen withdrew the hand on Vernes' waist and took the other's trembling hand, squeezed his fingers in and intertwined with the other's.

But after he finished doing this, Vernes straightened up and stopped being close to him.

Moen unhappily wrapped his legs around the opponent's legs, not allowing the opponent to run away.

Then he took that hand and brought it to his mouth, pecking endlessly, while pecking at Vernes with expectant and begging eyes.

"Help me, will you?"

Moen was a little distressed, he could only please the other party, trying to get some instructions.

He also scratched at the other party's clothes with itchy hands.

Vernes lowered his head and gathered his divine robe, and when he looked up at Moen again, there was already a desire as thick as syrup hidden in his eyes.

The gray sky outside the window became darker and darker, with strange substances flowing and converging, and black rain was about to condense down again.

All this is just because the abyss is excited.

But the two people who are entangled may not be able to distract themselves to observe this unusual celestial phenomenon.

Moen waited for a long time for a response, and he really didn't want to wait any longer.

Recklessly, he put his arms around Vernes' head and kissed him.

"Um……"

His breathing was a little disordered, and he licked the other's lips with his tongue over and over for no reason. He wanted more, but he didn't know how to do it, which made him groan anxiously.

After finally prying Vilnes' mouth open, Moen immediately let his tongue get in.

A low moan escaped from Vilnes' throat, and Moen's scalp and even his entire spine went numb.

He was so comfortable that his mind went blank, and he didn't realize that the force pressing on him was getting tighter and tighter.

The situation originally dominated by him began to reverse in an instant.

Vernes clasped his wrist with one hand, and put his other hand under his head. While resting his palm on the cold and hard floor, he pressed Moen's head towards him.

He also broke away from Moen's leg that was pressing down on him, and instead pushed his leg into the middle of Moen's own initiative.

Moen wrapped his arms around his neck and enjoyed it, dying of joy.

It was too late by the time he felt something was wrong.

The sound of saliva is sticky and ambiguous, the embrace is getting tighter and tighter, and the demands are getting deeper and deeper.

Moen gradually became a little suffocated, and wanted to push away Vernes' gulping breath, but he couldn't shake him at all.

An inappropriate near-death pleasure hit him, and he raised a fair and fragile neck tremblingly, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.

Vernes finally let go of him, but his body began to move down, pecking and kissing Moen's Adam's apple and collarbone little by little.

Moen's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, his mouth was glistening, and he was panting heavily.

He seemed to be resisting and twisting his body non-stop, as if in joy, until this time he was still happy, until he felt his neck was bitten.

The smell of blood spread in this dark room, and Moen began to struggle in pain, but the other party looked more and more wrong, sucking and kissing his wound like a devil sucking human blood.

"Wei..." He pushed Vernes' shoulder, "I'm in pain."

Vilnius let go of his hand as if he was burned suddenly, and his movements of getting up seemed a little embarrassed and flustered.

In the next second, he stood at the outermost side of the room in a flash, keeping a distance from Moen.

Moen was still panting heavily on the ground.

Vernes stared at the thick clouds outside the window as if awakened, and clenched his trembling hands tightly.

Wisps of black mist wrapped around Moen's neck, and soon there were no traces of tooth marks there.

He lowered his expression, stepped forward quickly and picked Moen up from the ground and put him on the bed.

Under the sticky gaze of the other party, seeing that he was about to be entangled again, Vernes silently raised his hand to cover Moen's eyes.

Moen's hands stretched out in mid-air, which were about to "make trouble" again, collapsed on the bed.

Vernes stood by the bed, looked down at Moen, raised his hand to caress the wound that had been healed, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He closed his eyes and waited quietly for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window did not return to calm. Instead, there was a sign that a storm was brewing.

The iron chains wrapped around the upper layer of the iron door suddenly broke from it, hanging on the ground and letting go of the passage out of the room.

A bitter wind rushed in from the open window, and Vernes' figure disappeared into the space along with the wind.

A silver-white pebble fell from his body, rolled around on the ground, and rolled to the foot of the bed.

The pebble is engraved with two points and an arc.

It's like...

a smiley face.

……

When Moen woke up, his brain felt a little starved of oxygen.

He frowned and took a breath, and immediately found that his tongue seemed a little numb and swollen.

But what is wrong with his body is not the point, the current environment is the key that really makes him feel overwhelmed.

He sat up in a panic, climbed off the bed, and looked around vigilantly.

He wanted to draw his sword out from behind, but found nothing.

He didn't even have a scabbard on his back.

This made him very insecure, wishing he could remove the wood from the bench and hold it in his hand for self-defense.

But sitting still is not enough.

Moen gritted his teeth and rubbed his body to the door, put his ear on it and listened carefully to the movement outside, lest someone was ambushing outside the door.

He was mentally prepared to fight immediately, but instead of opening the door hastily, he searched the house.

He doesn't know where this is, and he has somewhat forgotten how he got here, but he still remembers his identity. He is a preparatory soldier of the demon school whose mission is to eradicate demons.

Based on his past knowledge, he can only guess that he may have encountered some accident during the mission, separated from his teammates and at the same time forgot all the memories of the mission.

Maybe it was a heavy blow to the head, otherwise why would he feel groggy.

But how did he wake up in bed?

Moen walked to the window, and there was a strong wind blowing head-on. He held his breath and squinted his eyes to look outside. The scenery below made his hairs stand on end.

And the height was too high, he stepped back a few steps in a panic, but his foot stepped on a protruding object.

Moen moved away and stopped, carefully looked down, and found that it was just an inconspicuous small stone.

He squatted down and pinched the pebble between his fingers, and suddenly felt a strange itching and pain in his heart.

He stared fixedly at the patterns on it, rubbed his chest while holding the pebble in his palm, got up and searched other places.

This seems to be just a bedroom with a darker style.

Moen had nothing else to gain, so he walked towards the iron gate again, hesitated for two seconds, and pulled the door open with all his muscles tensed.

No one around.

He still didn't relax his nerves.

At first glance, I saw the curved and narrow stairs facing the gate, leading to the unfathomable bottom.

Moen stood in the room and didn't step out immediately. He looked down at the ground by the door, where lay a somewhat old-looking long sword without a scabbard.

His heart moved, he picked up the sword, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

At this moment, a groan came from the dark place not far away.

Is it the demons, or other humans trapped here?

Moen's expression turned serious, he let out a long breath quietly, held the sword in front of his chest, and approached the source of the sound against the wall.

The author has something to say: No prize quiz: What did the W demon disappear =w