The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

The Marquis was a good Marquis, surnamed Nakoren, a very different kind of nobleman from the Earl of Arundel: the honor attached to the name was obtained by the participation of the ancestors in the Crusades, not by the manipulation of power, and could be passed on from generation to generation.

As a descendant of Nakorun, the Marquis inherited a vast territory from his ancestors, so he automatically occupied a seat among the three hundred seats in the Senate.However, the Marquis himself was mild-tempered and aloof from the world. He abstained from voting every time he voted, and thus had a good reputation in the court and the capital.

It's just that this kind of friendly nature can only bring a good reputation to the Marquis of Nakorun, but it can't make him gain benefits in political activities; and the Marquis himself has many lovers and illegitimate children, and the family expenses are huge. Sell ​​some ancestral property in exchange for household use.

The friendship between Oldston and the Marquis of Nacolon was initially established in such a transaction. Later, because a mistress of the Marquis at the time was obsessed with Chinese porcelain, and Oldston’s fleet happened to be in the business of importing high-end goods, This makes this friendship gradually strengthened.

After Old Ston was buried at sea, the business of the Ston family fleet continued as usual, but because the lady who loved oriental art was no longer favored, and the new mistress of the Marquess of Nacolon loved French fashion, the friendship between the two families was broken. It gradually cooled down.

The Marquis of Nacolon received an urgent letter from the "Countess of Kent" after waking up in the morning. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered who this lady was after being reminded by the housekeeper, and then saw the letter mentioned in the letter. "His Majesty the King".

The "Countess of Kent" and the Marquis of Nacolon haven't corresponded for 18 years, and they don't know each other well enough.The Madam seriously underestimated the loyalty of the Marquis to His Majesty, and the Marquis greatly misunderstood what the Madam said in the letter, "Please be prepared": the Marquis dressed himself up as quickly as possible, and brought the most proud pair of children, Take the briskest carriage in the house, and drive towards the "Kent Mountain Villa", which is [-] kilometers away from the Marquis's Mansion.

It was His Majesty's servant who arrived at Cote before the Marquis, and brought back a box of jewels and six huge skirts from the court.

These things were shown to Grace one by one.

King Louis gently grasped his wrist, allowing his palm to slide over the smooth and cold fabric. There were three layers of ruffles, which were much more gorgeous than Miss Odor's dresses.His Majesty also wrapped a necklace set with a huge ruby ​​around his neck.

King Louis asked him to look at himself in the mirror, and Grace saw the ornate frieze around her neck.Different from the long necklaces he usually saw on his wife's neck, the necklace His Majesty gave him was very short, wrapping around him tightly, like a rope made of gold strangling his neck, and the dangling necklace The ruby ​​was as red as blood from the neck.

But he soon realized that the real blood flowing from the neck was not like this, the blood flowing from the neck could not be stopped.

That's why he dared not accept the Queen's kindness: he had killed a man himself, and he knew how terrible it was for someone who could kill a man in the bedroom.

What's more, he has already learned this lesson: the good intentions released by others may not necessarily be good for himself, or it may be just to clarify the prestige to the third person.That's how the Countess's maid had been replaced, he figured it out.

King Louis hugged him from behind, interrupted his distraction, and kissed the hair next to his ear affectionately: "Have you been fascinated by the light of this gem?"

Grace looked down.

King Louis's kiss paused, looking at him through the mirror.The king's fingers caressed the jewel, and inadvertently touched the skin of Grace's neck: "My beauty, what do you want? Is there anything in this dilapidated and crowded small villa worthy of your nostalgia?"

They all thought they could buy him with these clothes and things, and Grace hated it, but he had to admit that he was indeed bewitched by these things.

The king's fingers left the jewel and fell completely on his skin, burrowing under his hair, stroking the nape of his neck and shoulders, which were warmed by the hair.

Grace couldn't help raising her hand to hold the gemstone, thankful that the necklace helped him block his Adam's apple, and then closed his eyes.Ornate jewelry like this was a reminder of how queer he looked, a man in dresses and necklaces with a misshapen penis.

Compared with those noble ladies in the court, Grace's collar was too high, and King Louis was no longer satisfied with his bare skin outside the collar.

The intertwined straps on the chest are only fixed by a knot. The index finger and thumb pinch one end of the knot, and gently pull it outward, and the dense straps are loosened, making room for one hand.

The whole palm was stretched in from the collar, stroking the flat chest, and then pinched a nipple, twisting it gently like twisting the end of thread before sewing.Last time he didn't touch here, Grace felt that His Majesty might think that those gems and skirts were enough to pay for such a caress.He felt nauseous, but at the same time his knees went limp, a touch that in the old days had usually been the prelude to an intense sex session.

"Have you not grown up here? I have seen one before... His breasts are like a woman's - of course, he is far less beautiful than you. Wearing a skirt is like putting silk on a knight's armor, which is very lacking in beauty. "His Majesty's voice became low and lustful, which made his slightly feminine voice a bit more masculine.

But Grace woke up from the hot tide, and realized with surprise that there might be more than one kind of similar deformity, and he couldn't be sure whether he was the type that could please His Majesty the most.

His Majesty caressed the almost undulating chest fondly, and said that he would make the bust of the six skirts shrink.Feeling the wind on her legs, Grace hurriedly opened her eyes, and saw that her skirt was being lifted up, and her outer skirt and petticoat had exposed her entire calf.

"Your Majesty!" Grace pressed that hand, with pleas in her eyes.

He was especially grateful for the king's tolerance.His Majesty let go of his hand and asked helplessly, "What do you want? Tell me, how can I impress you?"

The Earl of Arundel said that it is better to say what you want directly than to try and try.

"I have an older brother who is a major and is fighting at the front... Can you transfer him to the capital? He is very talented and will definitely be qualified for a position in the guard..."

Immediately, His Majesty's embrace was alienated, and his face turned cold.Grace knows she screwed up, but doesn't understand why.He thought that this kind of transfer was just a trivial matter for the king, at least it was more cost-effective than the gem.

"Ha!" King Louis laughed exaggeratedly, and looked at Grace with vicious eyes, "So you worship Cleopatra and think that power is hidden between your legs."

His tone was too gloomy, and Grace shook her head in fright: "I don't know the person you're talking about!" He had never seen a person who changed his face so quickly!

King Louie pushed Grace hard against the mirror, pressed up, fumbled through the layers of fabric, and pinned down his poor little organ precisely.His Majesty the King was no longer gentle, and pinched him hard, causing Grace to scream in pain, and fell to the ground bowed.

King Louis was on top of him, his arms across his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe.What's more terrifying than this is the king's face, extremely gloomy, looking at him so coldly: "Don't you know Cleopatra? Spread your legs, in exchange for troops and cities... You can ask me for money, any amount is fine , but you shouldn't ask for this, I hate that kind of woman the most."

Grace knew she had really screwed up, that King Louis hated his mother so much.But His Majesty said so many "I love you" to him last night, didn't one of them count?

"Is it because of my deformity? That's why you humiliated me..." Grace covered her face with her hands and pretended to cry, "You know I'm not a woman, I just can't be a real man."

It worked, and the pressure on my body was much lighter.

Grace continued her efforts, and her pitiful voice leaked from her fingers: "I don't want to use my body to ask for anything from you, I'm just ashamed of my body, and I can't stand my flaws being exposed in the eyes of others... No one knows What kind of body is hidden under the clothes, it is neither a woman nor a real man... God made so many men and made so many women out of their ribs, why did this happen when it was my turn? This kind of mistake, let me suffer this pain!... You will not understand, no one can understand, no one knows what kind of pain I have endured..." He was pretending, but as he talked, he really shed a few tears.He thought he really cried too much last night, and opened the gates for his eyes, and he didn't know if they could be closed in the future.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you..." His Majesty the King eagerly kissed him, licking the tears streaming from his fingers, "I understand you! You may not believe it, but I can understand you! How can I use What about humiliating you? Your pain is my pain! Please stop crying, do you believe it, I understand what you said!"

Believe it, of course Grace does.Because they were so close, His Majesty's body was completely lying on top of him, and one of his legs was between His Majesty's legs, but he couldn't feel His Majesty's "weapon" at all.

Grace lowered her hand, showing her pitiful crying face, "Didn't you look down on me? I always thought...you were collecting..."

King Louis kissed his wet cheek softly, "Collect what?"

"...I've seen circuses like that with pigs with two noses, sheep with one eye, and people with six fingers... people love to see that."

"How can you compare yourself with those things! You are the most beautiful!"

"You must have said that to many people."

His Majesty the King was slightly stunned, and a shy blush appeared on his pale cheeks, "I will only tell you from now on." He looked at Grace for a while, and suddenly said in an extremely sure tone: "This time I am really In love with you!"

He suddenly remembered that Grace hadn't agreed to him yet, and he was angry with Grace just now.His Majesty the King hurriedly got up from Grace, then dragged Grace up from the ground, and called the attendants who were guarding the door to prepare paper and pens for him.

He let Grace stand beside him to read his letter, and asked while dipping the ink: "What's your brother's name? Is the surname 'Ston'?"

"...Yes, William Ston, Major Ston, fought under General Vinack."

"...Major Ston performed outstandingly on the battlefield. He was promoted to colonel and transferred to the capital guard as deputy captain..."

The attendant who stood beside him hurriedly reminded: "Your Majesty, there are only four vice-captain positions in the Capital Guard, and all of them are already full."

"Then transfer the one with the lowest title to another place." His Majesty ordered succinctly.

The gorgeous signature at the beginning of L, the seal with the royal violet pattern, folded, sealed, and the letter containing the great future of William Ston was completed in this way.

King Louis gave the letter to his servant and ordered him to deliver it as quickly as possible.

"Is it that simple?" Grace asked innocently.

His Majesty the King kissed him on one side of the face, and happily replied: "It's that simple! Are you willing to go back to the palace with me?"

Grace touched her chest in a daze, wondering why she wasn't happy?He hoped William would be happy when he received the official letter of promotion.

His Majesty was still asking, so he had no choice but to reply: "I will go with you."