Eagle Byzantium

Damn, I got caught.

Gawain looked at Anna in the lightning, who looked charming and mature because of her makeup, and her body was still leaning on the couch, but the throbbing in her body was "But the medicine in the bottle has been replaced by Stavrachos!"

Anna smiled, "Yes... But Anna secretly painted extra medicine on your knife and fork. I bought this medicine from a Paulician doctor. It is said that the source is in Persia and it is very effective. The locals call this medicine "Follow", and even the fat man doesn't know it."

"Paulician?" Gawain couldn't believe his ears.

"That's right, big barbarian. As long as you have money, it's nothing strange to get benefits from heretics. Isn't this the common sense you have been teaching me? I am really a student who is good at using it." Anna held the manuscript full of Latin and pronunciation footnotes with both hands, covered her lips, and only revealed a pair of eyes, and slowly got close to the bed.

"But, but... Anna, you haven't arrived yet..." Gawain couldn't help but lean on the pillow after saying this. He didn't expect that he could fight unhindered in the midst of thousands of swords, but he was at a loss when facing the approaching girl. The fear of breaking taboos and crossing the line, and the excitement that came with it, mixed with the effect of the "colt" and the shocking wind and thunder outside, he couldn't help but pant violently and covered his forehead with his hands. On the Damascus mattress with luxurious and complex patterns, which was full of sex, Anna knelt on it, facing Gawain, stood up her upper body, and untied the tie on her braid in a somewhat childish way. She probably wanted to follow Godhild's instructions, untie the tie and then swing her hair sideways to open it, so that "any man in the world can't control himself." But soon. Anna failed. When she pulled, because she was too hard, she accidentally fell sideways into Gawain's arms.

"Are you okay?" Gawain supported Anna, who had fallen down in a somewhat embarrassing manner, from behind, but the little girl quickly jumped up, and the small and firm "apple" rubbed against Gawain's arms and abdomen fiercely in an unintentional movement - she was going to take the Ovid's "Love Sutra" that was lying on the side, and Gawain began to breathe with difficulty. He grabbed Anna's slender ankle with one hand, and the other hand grabbed the end of Anna's braid in the dim light after the lightning stopped. Then, half of his own strength and half of Anna's acceptance, he hugged Anna completely from behind. It was like her sitting couch, making her clumsy and uneasy "honest".

Time seemed to stop, but it flowed quickly again. Anna's warm and tight lower abdomen rose and fell violently between his arms, and waves of spasmodic electric currents followed the skin and blood vessels touched. It hit Gawain's heart directly, again and again. Under the dim candlelight, the purple silk gown she wore contrasted with her snow-white neck. "Untie it and flatter me," Anna said with a trembling voice, referring to her failed move just now, which was to ask Gawain to untie the ribbon of the fishbone braid that had been draped all the way to her waist. But then Anna felt her back suddenly burn up - Gawain held her waist with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed her ankles and calves (she knew that these were Gawain's favorite parts of her body. According to Goldhild, women should bravely show their most charming parts to men, which would work better than any panacea). The raging beard was stuck on her small and white neck.

Then, it was Gawain's wrong interpretation of "untie it": he tore off the small buckle at the waist of Anna's silk gown...

Small buckle. This is the symbol of all virginity in Rome!

When the dull sound of the gilded buckle falling on the mattress cover reached Anna's ears, she felt like "a beautiful sail", lifted high by the mast and ropes on the gentle sea. "No, this is not what I had imagined! I wanted to sit on the big barbarian's waist, hug him and read the love sutra together, and then the flames would slowly rise, and then let this bed become an accomplice to witness the lovers' "heinous crimes". I wanted him to flatter me, flatter my purple robe, flatter my small clothes, flatter my necklace, flatter my ankles, how can I flatter him?" It's so direct and rough. No wonder Sister Godhild said that men would charge straight ahead with lances..."

A warm Gulf Stream pushed Anna's sails and her ship out of the beautiful harbor naturally. Bundles of spices on the deck exuded a pleasant smell with the sea breeze. Anna's sails flapped comfortably. She murmured and praised the barbarian's thoughtfulness. Although she was a little jealous, he might have tried this skillful technique with other women countless times.

But soon the birds spread their wings in fear and scattered. The sea was surging. In the narrow and rugged mountains of the strait, the ferocious pirate ships blew arrogant horns and trumpets. The terrifying ramming horns with spikes on the bows came roaring and pierced Anna's ship and sails into pieces. The reinforced deck was instantly split into two pieces. Anna was like a bloody captive tied to the mast. Facing the thunder and lightning and the wind and waves, she begged and cried pitifully, "Where can I find my ransom?" But the answer to her was only greater pain and more surging and ferocious waves, which sometimes threw her sailboat dozens of feet high and sometimes smashed it into the bottom of the waves without sunlight. She suffocated and struggled, but it was all in vain.

The only hope Anna had left in her mind in this bad sea was to find a shore to dock as soon as possible to repair her battered deck and broken sails, otherwise she would soon be unable to breathe. Fortunately, the water surface of the winding strait gradually widened and calmed down, the wind and clouds dissipated, and the sun shone brightly again, reflecting on the old mountain peaks. In the sunlight, Anna felt that the ship was safe again. The oarsmen beat the rhythmic drums again, and in the smooth wind, they echoed the melodious ancient ballads. The beautiful cliffs and the flowers on them fluttered from the white sails and masts and continued to go farther away.

The shore, the green shore is right in front of us! The sailors held up their almost empty cups of water, and they were all eager like fish washed up on the dry mudflats, swinging their bodies hoarsely, and pieces of blue and green seaweed and leaves kept rushing towards the ship. The cheers of the sailors were higher and higher, and the oars were getting faster and faster like centipedes, and the speed of the ship rushing to the shore was also increasing.

Who would have thought that Anna, who was on the mast and by the sail, saw the hard reef. She tried her best to warn and jump and beg for mercy, but no one paid attention to her - the ship finally hit it violently, and the sound of disintegration and shattering sounded together with Anna's soul-destroying cry! The entire ocean and the reef fragments that were flying over were all burning with flames, hitting every inch of her skin, bones and blood vessels, stripping her and the sails and burning them together...

The dazzling lightning, Anna separated her raised ankles and twitched, with her head and braids hanging down, she fell dejectedly on the soft couch with Gawain who occupied her back, and everything was hidden in the darkness again. (To be continued ~^~)