Countess' lover

Without thinking too much, Orthea rushed over at once, and the light gray divine power completed a deeper transition again, merging and accumulating.The black dead air penetrated into the young soldier's body surface, Orthea pulled out the dagger, and healed the high priest's wound with divine power.

Although the wound had healed, the blood was still there.Orthea gently stroked the high priest's closed brows and eyes, and felt the breath that was still there, and then her heartbeat returned to normal.What feelings gradually became clear in my mind, probably, it can be called liking?

It was night and the temperature began to drop sharply.The stars in the desert are always extremely bright, reflecting the black mist on the surface of the murderer's body and the color of the night so imaginatively.

Orthea looked indifferently at the young soldier struggling under the black mist, his appearance was somewhat familiar to Orthea.It was the person who delivered the message for Pharaoh last time, and the person who sent the high priest's message when Pharaoh persecuted her.Because of that incident, she had a good impression of this handsome young general's son.It's a pity that the momentary goodwill and kindness in exchange may not necessarily be a good result.

"It seems that you like the princess very much! You have done things for Pharaoh, I wonder if he will really marry the princess to you?" Her tone was indifferent with resentment, as if the one who was struggling on the ground was not a Humans are ants.

The young soldier's face was full of horror, but he couldn't make any sound.He felt the delicate pain on the surface of his body, and the godlike woman said to him, "I curse you in the name of the goddess Hecate, you will always go to and from the glorious place with the ugliest appearance until the end of your life. "

This is the first time Orthea has used the power of the curse, and perhaps the only time.It was the first time that she hated someone so much. Since Pharaoh had a mysterious power to protect him from acting rashly, let this murderer bear her anger first!She looked at the soldiers in the sand, "I don't know if Pharaoh can fulfill his promise with you like this?"

The divine power swept up the murderer and another perhaps innocent soldier, and Orthea couldn't trust them anymore, and sent them to any place at will. As for their future fate, Ortheya can't control it.Now, she had to find a place that could accommodate both her and Imerton.

The temperature in the desert at night is extremely cold. Fortunately, due to the recent war, some tents built by the army were left behind.Orthea immediately took the high priest into a place that was relatively cold-resistant.

In the past, she leaned on the high priest, and this was the first time she carried the weight of a man like this. Orthea was surprised to find that the high priest was much taller and stronger than she imagined.Especially those bulging muscles on his body are definitely not just good-looking.

After finally moving into the tent, Orthea felt relieved, and her body lost strength, and she and the high priest both collapsed on the blanket on the ground floor.The plush blanket is very soft and won't hurt you when you fall?But to Ortheya's embarrassment, Imerton's body was right on top of her.Not to mention the weight, the bald head was just drooping next to her face.

"Imorton..." The man's skeleton was so tall that it almost embedded her body in it.She didn't have the time to marvel at the perfect fit of the two of them. It was because Imerton's body put too much pressure on her.Or to be more precise, it can all be a kind of attraction, a kind of irresistible women's irresistible to the strong and powerful body of men, the kind of charm that makes the body weak.

Orthea reached out and tried to push him away. She seemed to have forgotten that she was a god and possessed divine power, so she would only use the most instinctive way of contact to complete this physical work.

It started with the man's solid muscles, and she didn't understand why the high priest's body was still tense even when he was unconscious.His chest was as hard as a board, exuding scorching heat and attraction.

hot?Orthea's movement changed from pushing to touching, and her lips were lightly pressed against the high priest's jaw. The scorching body temperature undoubtedly indicated the fact that he had a fever!

Orthea was about to cry. Her divine power could heal Imerton's wound quickly, but it couldn't heal this.If there is medicine, it is also possible, but now they are in the desert, and it is still night, where can they find medicine?

"Imorton...Imorton..." She tried to wake him up. If the high priest could wake up and use his divine power, it would definitely be beneficial to his current physical condition.

The woman's petite and soft limbs twisted under the man's body, and her small hands patted and moved on his back. Her lips brushed against the high priest's ear, trying to transmit the sound into his ear.

"Orthea..."

In the darkness, the high priest opened his eyes slightly, and she could hear the hoarse voice weakly but clearly.

"Imorton!" Orthea hugged him in surprise, without any other thoughts in her mind, and the next moment she happily pecked the high priest's lips. "You finally woke up!"

As if he hadn't heard Orthea's surprise words, the high priest didn't respond. In the darkness, those amber eyes were not as clear as normal, they were chaotic, and seemed to want to take possession of him fiercely. The meaning of servant.

"Orthea..." He repeated the name over and over again, from bewilderment, to deep and complicated, and finally to fragile despair.The physical strength of the High Priest, even when he was feverish and delirious, was not comparable to that of Orseyanom.His arms tightly held her, and his tall body pressed her underneath, almost wanting to integrate her into his body.

"Orthea..." The man felt scorching heat, and even the cold of the night seemed to be driven away.Ortheya felt his body temperature and strength, and the hoarse and magnetic voice that belonged to this man all made her feel weak.Orthea hugged him and responded, "I'm here, Imerton, I've always been here."

She unconsciously and instinctively twisted under him, bumping him with her soft limbs, making him feel her presence.Orthea's body was slightly cold, and it was more like a complement at the moment, so the high priest hugged her even tighter.

"Ortheya..." She heard the high priest murmur again, with indescribable magnetism, complaining like an ordinary man coquettishly to his woman, "It's so hot..."

She also felt... Althea did feel a little hot, and Imerton's body temperature showed this even more.She pushed Imerton, but it wouldn't move.The guy is still talking hot to her.Orthea couldn't help it, she couldn't bear to use her divine power to move Imerton away, so she could only cover her body with a layer of faint light, and tried to take off her and Imerton's clothes with this light.

The high priest's clothes were easy to take off. His upper body was already naked, and Orthea just pulled the skirt on his lower body casually, and the white linen was thrown away obediently.

"It's fine now!" Orthea raised her head and gnawed on the high priest's neck. She was already naked, and there was nothing she could do if it got hotter.Of course, if Orthea knew the consequences of her current actions, she would definitely not think so at this moment.

The high priest told Orthea his dissatisfaction very pragmatically with practical actions-he directly tore her skirt.

"Imorton!" Her voice was high-pitched, pretending to be harsh, but really it was just trying to hide her unease.

Skin to skin, body to body.The heat from the high priest spread to her, and she became hot and limp.Orthea's delicate skin could clearly feel the bulging muscles of the high priest, rough and warm.An extremely hot stick was pressed against her, rubbing between her legs.She seemed to guess what it was, her legs were clamped tightly, afraid of his penetration?

The high priest still didn't hear her words, he was at a loss, and instinctively moved his lower body.Clamping Orthea tighter made him more comfortable.

He was calling her name again, and Orthea couldn't help but say, "Is my name the only thing left in your mind?" She thought for a while, anyway, the high priest didn't know what she was talking about now , so I added another sentence, half complaining and half teasing, "What a fool, what makes you think that just saying a girl's name can make her die?"

For some unknown reason, the high priest's expression changed from confusion to struggle, and he whispered in her ear, as if the mellow wine made people slightly intoxicated. "Orthea...I like you, very much..."