【Knife E】Mid love

Among the grass deep in the wild area, the blue cloak of Blade Shadow was covered on the ground. Ezreal lay on his back on the cloak, and what he saw in his eyes was the blue sky of Summoner Canyon. He had no idea what happened before What, what is about to happen.

The gloves were thrown aside, and the fingers with thin calluses after using the knife for a long time gently stroked the explorer's face, from the corners of the eyes to the lips, and then turned to the Adam's apple.

Ezreal, who was already dazzled by alcohol, was not satisfied with the slight touch. When the opponent's hand left, he even moved his face to seek more touches. His blue eyes wrote I was at a loss, not knowing where to focus my gaze.

The hand that pulled the scarf away tightened, and Tyrone leaned down and kissed Ezreal.

Compared with the previous reckless collision, this is a real kiss, the breath is intertwined, the temperature is blended, and the surrounding air seems to be steaming instantly.

The increasingly thin air made Ezreal groan uncomfortably. He stretched out his hand to push the person on him away, but he had no strength in his hand, so he could only let Talon plunder.

The clothes were removed one by one during the kiss, and the fingers with thin calluses rubbed Ezreal's skin inch by inch. This kind of intimate behavior made Ezreal feel that his originally blurred head was even more blurry. Confused, the last sense and sobriety are gradually moving away, and a strange sense of hunger slowly emerges from the depths of the body.

It was a hunger that had nothing to do with the stomach, but a hunger that belonged to human sexual desire.

When he was about to suffocate, the explorer finally got a chance to breathe fresh air. He panted heavily, feeling the delicate kisses on the corners of his lips and between his eyebrows and eyes.

One of Tyrone's legs went between Ezreal's legs, rubbing back and forth, rubbing against the clone hidden in the pants through the fabric.

A shallow groan overflowed from the explorer's throat, and he murmured and repeated a word: "Hot."

The cold cloth and skin on Tai Long's body became the medicine to cool down his hotness, and he tried his best to stick himself closer and tighter to the other party.

Panting and groaning, as well as the bright and beautiful pupils mixed with desire, Tai Long began to breathe unsteadily, and his movements couldn't help becoming a little rough. He kissed back to the other's lips, and even bit hard, biting the other's lips. Ezreal's lips.

"It hurts..." The blond boy curled up his body and let out a low moan of grievance.

"It's okay, relax." Tai Long had to appease the other party because of his loss of control just now, although he was not a talkative person, but at this moment he was willing to do something for Ezreal that he would not do.

The collarbone was kissed lightly, and the chest was attacked by fingers. Ezreal wanted to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling, but his limp body was already out of control, and struggling seemed extremely weak, which was worse than fighting. Rather, it is more appropriate to say that it is seduction.

The pants were pulled open completely, and Ezreal flinched when his naked body was fully exposed to the air. The next moment, his fiery body covered him, so that he had no chance to feel cold at all.

The explorer's trembling appearance made the Noxian assassin extremely happy. He untied his belt and released his desire, holding Ezreal's hand and covering his clone.

Tyrone's other hand was pressed on Ezreal's avatar, feeling the blond boy's emotion because of his movements, the corners of his mouth drew a smug arc, and he kissed Ezreal's collarbone, as the strength became stronger and stronger, Ezreal quickly released it, his expression was a little blank, and he didn't understand what happened at all, but the pleasure of orgasm made him extremely comfortable, and he couldn't help it He let out a long moan.

The hard and hot avatar of the other person in his hand is also inflated, almost on the verge of venting.

The kiss became more and more forceful, and in the end it almost turned into gnawing, as if he wanted to swallow Ezreal into his stomach like this.

After the first release, Ezreal was turned over, and he knelt on the cloak. If Talon hadn't supported him with one arm, he might have collapsed to the ground already limp.

The entry of the fingers surprised Ezreal, the feeling of fullness made him extremely uncomfortable, trying to wriggle to get rid of it, but it was in vain, and soon the number of fingers increased to three.

However, before he could fully adapt, his fingers were replaced with bigger, hot objects. The sudden entry made Ezreal gasp. More or less returned.

After finally regaining some sobriety from lust and alcohol, Ezreal quickly realized the dire situation he was in. He tried to escape with all his hands and feet, but Talon grabbed his waist and pressed him back hard.

The pain of all the avatars entering made Ezreal's eyes overflow with tears, and he gritted his teeth extremely: "Tai... Long..."

It's a pity that the voice was weak, and it was more like coquetry and courtship than cursing. Ezreal obviously felt that the giant in his body seemed to grow bigger again, and he wanted to curl up into a ball.

"Let go... let go..." Ezreal still wanted to escape, but it was a pity that his back was tightly pressed against Shadow of the Blade's fiery chest, completely suppressed by the opponent, and there was nowhere to escape.

Tyrone licked and kissed the back of Ezreal's neck: "I told you, you have no chance to escape, and of course, I won't give you such a chance."

"It was the feelings you provoked, so you have to be responsible to the end." The Noxian assassin didn't care if Ezreal had someone in his heart. Since the blond boy provoked him, it could only be his.

"Bastard...I want...I want to kill...kill...you!"

Tai Long pulled out his avatar and slammed it back hard, as a reply to this sentence: "If you want, then come. Now let you go, it's impossible."

"You——aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The pain in his back hole made Ezreal cry out. He also wanted to preserve his last bit of dispensable dignity.

Tai Long hugged Ezreal and turned around. The rotation of the clone in the body made Ezreal groan a few times. He quickly reached out and covered his mouth, but Talon still caught that moment. The change.

The coexistence of pain and pleasure left Ezreal at a loss as to what to do. Long black hair fluttered in his sight, and a few strands of hair were stuck to Tyrone's cheeks wet with sweat.

Those dark red pupils were frighteningly bright at this moment.

Ezreal couldn't even make the slightest resistance, his legs hooked around Talon's thin waist, heaving and falling in the sea of ​​desire along with the Noxus assassin's charge.

"Enough..." Ezreal reached out and grabbed Tyrone's arm indiscriminately, but only stayed for a few seconds before his hand fell powerlessly to his side again, "Let...let me go...enough...enough It's already..." The last sound has already brought a weeping sound.

"Please..." Tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes uncontrollably, "Enough...will...stay...uh...bad..."

The other party's ejaculated semen was all trapped in it, and Ezreal was almost driven crazy, and the dual physical and psychological coercion made him cry almost uncontrollably.

However, what he got was not the gentleness of the shadow of the blade. The Noxian assassin set him up and charged him more violently.

The ruins of the knocked down tower stood quietly on the lane of the mid laner, and Braum, who came to ward off, watched the minions on both sides attack each other, but the two mid laners who were supposed to be on the lane disappeared.

"I don't know where Ezreal has gone. I should have persuaded him to be more careful from the beginning." Bron murmured to himself, "His body is still not fully recovered."

Just as Braum was about to turn around and leave to look for the explorer, there was a noise from the grass beside the river in the middle road. Braum turned his head suddenly and saw the mid laner on the opposite side.

"Shadow of the Blade..." Braum subconsciously called out to the other party. Although he was wearing a blood costume, he still stepped back step by step with his shield on his shield.

And Tai Long also followed him step by step towards his own tower.

Bron, who was relieved to stand under the tower, realized that Tyrone's attire was not the same as in the past. He also wore clothing without a hood, but his face was still hidden in the red scarf mask.At this time, he should be wearing the blue assassin suit with a hood, but now not only is the hood gone, but even the cloak on the back is gone, the long black hair hangs over his shoulders, and the cold and handsome face In this way, it was exposed to Bron's sight.

"Is he still in good health?" Tai Long stood outside the tower's attack range and asked a question that didn't make any sense.

Braum didn't understand what he meant, but out of concern for his friend Ezreal, he said to Tyrone: "When you are in line with the explorer, don't force him too much. I just picked him up from the ice field yesterday. return."

In Braum's sight, the Shadow of the Blade frowned viciously, then turned around and jumped into the grass by the river.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and then received a call for help from the ADC from the bottom lane. Bron hurried to the bottom lane with his shield on his shoulders, and soon forgot the meaningless conversation with the Noxus assassin. .

—TBC—