[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

A heavy snow fell for a whole day, covering the entire mountain forest with a thick layer of snow clothes, and it became colder at night.

It's New Years now.

Monsters are not as keen on various festivals as humans are, but the end of the year is still a very important day.

In the evening, Yimolian was packing the presents that should be given to Daitengu and Demon Fox in the bedroom tomorrow. The red ribbon was wrapped with a cross on the box and a bow was tied on the top.

Swish—the door was pulled open a crack, and then closed again in an instant. Without even looking up, he tied the box and said, "Did you take a shower? If your hair is still wet, wipe it quickly."

"En." Huang responded, wearing a thin bathrobe and sitting down behind Yimulian, hugged him from behind, put his head on his shoulder, "A New Year's gift for the dog and the fox?"

"That's right." Yimulian heaved a sigh of relief after finishing the last box, and put the two boxes aside, "They've both grown up, and I don't know what to give... I just prepared some It’s okay to eat something delicious, but now I’m a little distressed.”

"Now you can also prepare some food casually, and it's enough to give him a grilled fish as a gift from Gouzi."

"How can it be so casual?" Yimu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, nestled in the warm embrace, his body, which was a little stiff because of fear of the cold, eased down and became a little sleepy.

"Lian, I have a gift for you." Huang suddenly let go of him, got up and went to open a small closet, and found a blue box from the inside, "Here."

Yimulian touched the box stuffed into his arms, and said with a smile: "Is this what you have been secretly preparing these days? Sigh, I haven't prepared your gift yet..."

"As long as you are willing to accept this, it will be your gift to me." Huang said, waving a wave of demon power into the wall, making the room even warmer, "Open it."

"Now?" Yimu blinked, seeing Huang nodded, then pulled the ribbon of the box and lifted the lid.

There was a black dress in the box. I lifted it up and looked at it. It seemed that the size was not right. The half-length and not short hem didn't seem to fit either the top or the bathrobe.And... isn't it a bit too thin?

"Huang, you bought it in your own size?"

Huang bowed his head and laughed sullenly, turned around and sat with his back to him, and said: "You will know when you put it on, put it on first."

Yimu looked at him, then looked at the clothes in his hand, although he felt something was wrong, he still took off the bathrobe on his body, and put on the new clothes that Huang had prepared for him.

This dress is really thin, and at first glance, I don't think it's a good idea to wear this dress even in the hottest summer, let alone winter.The sleeves are just enough to cover the wrists, the hem is just past the hips, and most importantly, the material is a bit see through...

There is no mirror in the bedroom, and I don’t even know what the overall look of the dress looks like at a glance. I lowered my head and tied the belt on the waist, and said, “Where did you get this dress? It doesn’t seem very good to wear. ..."

"Have you changed?" Huang, who had been listening attentively to his change of clothes, turned his head, his gaze fell on Yimulian and he couldn't take it off.

Yimulian was struggling with how to sit down. He usually sits cross-legged, but this dress is too short to fit cross-legged. When he was about to sit down on his knees, the sudden fiery gaze that almost turned into substance made his hair stand on end. He looked up vigilantly.

Huang was staring at him. From his open neckline, he could see the extremely slender waist outlined by the clothes, and then to the slender and straight legs under the hem of the short jacket. The gaze of a hunter was like that of a cat with barbs. Tongue, no matter where you look around, you will feel uncomfortable wherever you look.

"...I'd better change it back." Yimulian bent down to pick up the bathrobe at his feet, just as his fingertips touched the clothes, he snatched the whole bathrobe away, and then threw his hand to the corner of the bedroom.

He stared blankly for a moment, looked at the bathrobe thrown far away, and then at Huang with fiery eyes, suddenly understood, the tip of his ear turned red, the blush spread from the tip of the ear to the earlobe, and then smeared on the cheek.

Huang pursed his lips, changed his sitting position slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Yimulian.

His hands were slender and broad, with a warmth of nostalgia in the palm of his hand. His fingers were well-articulated, with clean and well-proportioned lines, elegant and full of strength.Yimulian was a little embarrassed, and slowly stretched out his hand, placing it in his palm.

Huang held Yimu Lian's cold hand, pulled him in front of him, and opened his arms to hug his legs.

Yimulian's ears turned redder, but he didn't say anything, and stood obediently in front of the barren body.

Warm palms caressed her white and delicate thighs, followed the contours of her thighs, and disappeared into the hem of her clothes.Yimulian shrank his toes nervously, his shell-like round and shiny toenails were slightly white.

The hand that reached into the hem of his clothes went up along the upturned buttocks, the fingers hooked the edge of the underwear, and slowly pulled it down.His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were trembling, and the underclothes slightly strangled his lower abdomen. The distinct sense of tightness descended from the abdomen, slipped over the quiet and dormant soft flesh, and the private object that had lost the restraint of the underwear slowly raised its head.

The little light blue trousers were pulled down from the hem of the clothes, and he raised his feet at a glance, then threw the underwear that he took off aside, and took a black ribbon with a bell from the gift box.

The ribbon was neatly tied around Yimulian's ankle, tied with a bow, and the black ribbon and golden bell set off Yimulian's ankle, which was more delicate and graceful, like a carefully polished jade carving.

The fiery breath sprayed on the thigh, followed by a delicate kiss.Yimulian gripped Huang's shoulders tightly with both hands, his legs trembling after being bitten by Xixi, and he could hardly stand up, but he still obediently cooperated with Huang's kisses and movements, his legs were slightly separated, and he did not refuse at all.

The white thighs were slightly pink, and there were fine red marks from being kissed. The shaking became more and more obvious at a glance, and the bottom of the clothes gradually bulged, dripping transparent water droplets, which wet the clothes on Huang's chest. It was also wet, and it stuck tightly to the rounded top, revealing a little reddish flesh color.

"Huang..." Yimulian's voice became hoarse, his tone trembling slightly, "I, I want to sit..."

"Ha," Huang laughed a few times, as if it came from his chest, thick and low, so sexy that people couldn't stand it, "Can't stand anymore?"

"Hmm..." Yimulian's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, and then he felt the palms on his thighs separating his legs to the two sides, he opened his legs and bent his knees according to this force , slowly straddling Huang's body.

He hugged Huang's neck, closed his eyes tightly, lifted his thighs up, moved his body up a little, the protruding parts were close to each other, and rubbed against the fabric, making him unable to help thinking He wanted to put his legs together, but because of his position, he could only clamp Huang's waist tightly.

"Lian," Huang raised his head and kissed his side face, kneading and stroking his inner thighs with both hands, he couldn't tell whether he was comforting or flirting, "take off my clothes..."

Yimulian took a deep breath, reached down tremblingly, untied Huang's belt, stretched his other hand from his chest, and slowly brushed away his clothes.

The dark purple bathrobe was taken off, revealing a sturdy and stalwart body. There was no clothing between the two of them, and the skin was tightly pressed together, and every subtle reaction of the other's body could be clearly felt.

"Don't be nervous," Huang said in a low voice, biting the hem of the black gauze dress with his teeth, and pulling it slightly to the side, revealing the cherry pink bump on his chest, "Relax..."

The wet and bright red tongue licked the small bump, licking the pink wet, and sucking in a breath of cool air, as if a bunch of thin electric currents flowed away from the place where he was licked, exciting his body Deep down began to tingle.

The tingling feeling was stimulated from the depths of the body, and rushed to the chest again, concentrated in the small red patch, making the tender red flesh stand upright, more sensitive.

Huang pressed Yimulian's back with one hand, sucked and gnawed on his nipples, and with the other hand went along his thigh and groped into the hem of the clothes, holding one buttock with his palm and kneading vigorously.

Yimulian's figure is very good, he has all the muscles a man should have, his silhouette is very graceful, his waist is slender and his legs are long, his buttocks are especially upright and round, and he feels very good in the hand.

Huang rubbed his buttocks for a long time, until the white buttocks were flushed red, and then reluctantly let go, reached out and took out a bottle from the box next to it.

Yimulian gasped a bit, pulled Huang's long hair and tugged lightly, "How many things did you put in that box?" It was clothes and bells, and now there are still such things...

"It's not too much, just a few pieces." Huang said, uncorked the bottle with one hand, poured the liquid inside on his fingers, and stuck his fingers into his buttocks, little by little. Groping to the folds hidden deep in the crevice, he pierced his fingertips, and squeezed the fingers covered with greasy liquid into the tight tunnel.

With one glance and one trembling, he subconsciously moved his legs, and the bell tied to his ankle jingled immediately.

Huang smiled softly, raised his head and kissed Yimulian's lips, and bit his lips lightly with his teeth.

Yimulian closed his eyes, opened his mouth meekly, and let the tip of Huang's tongue poke in. Both the upper and lower parts were invaded, giving him the illusion that his inner body and soul were invaded.

Shy and expectant, wanting to escape, but wanting more.

Yimulian soon became overwhelmed, his waist became weaker and weaker, and a thin sob came out of his throat, but he couldn't moan because his lips and tongue were occupied. Sweat soaked the black gauze, and the gauze clinging to his body outlined his body more and more seductively.

The long and deep kiss finally ended because of Yimulian's inability to resist. Yimulian was lying on the deserted shoulder and panting, his eyes were a little slack, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a blush. The lips that should have been pale were kissed deep red. Slightly swollen, and there is a less obvious tooth mark on the lip.

He was a little dizzy, but it was more of a sense of pleasure, and soon that sense of pleasure was overwhelmed by another numb and itchy feeling. The pulse beat in his lower abdomen, and the secret itching made him twitch. Moved a few times.

"Lian, don't move..." Huang pressed his waist, moved his hands to his buttocks, and separated the round buttocks.

Yimu lay on his shoulder panting for breath, then suddenly trembled and let out a suppressed cry of pain.

Huang stopped immediately, kneaded his buttocks, and kissed the tender redness of his chest, "It hurts?"

"It's...it's okay..." Yimulian hugged him tightly, trying to relax his tense legs, "Go in, don't stop..."

Huang also felt uncomfortable for being half-entry, so he kissed Yimulian's chest, and then continued to go deeper.

His movements were very slow, he squeezed in slowly with the help of the lubrication of the liquid, and opened up the hot and humid secret passage.

Yimulian couldn't help shivering from the pain of being stretched by the fiery giant, but that kind of pain just relieved the unbearable itching in his body, and there was obvious comfort in the pain.

He couldn't tell whether it was more pain or more pleasure, so he could only tense his body and endure it until Huang finally submerged completely, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Yimu was sweating all over his body, the stretched and stuffed area stretched and shrunk uncomfortably, and transparent liquid leaked out from the joint, rubbing that piece of skin with watery luster.

Huang didn't move, kept kissing Yimulian's chest, kneading his buttocks, under his comforting Mulian quickly got used to it, and asked in a low voice, "Want...do you want me to move by myself?"

"Heh..." Huang laughed, licked his collarbone, and supported his knees with his arms, "No, I will move, you just need to enjoy it..."

After speaking, he held up Yimulian and started to move.

This riding position requires a bit high waist and arm strength, but Yi Huang's physical strength is more than enough, and the hard work is Yi Mu Lian.

Yimulian hugged Huang's neck, was shaken by the push, his legs were placed in Huang's arms, and the center of gravity of the whole person fell on the buttocks, making every advance extremely deep.

This kind of depth soon became unbearable for him, he inserted his fingers into Huang's hair, grabbed it tremblingly, and said in an unbearably hoarse voice, "Hua... Huang... Hey, it's too deep..."

Yimulian's strength was concentrated on the waist and buttocks, his hands were weak at all, Huang didn't feel any pain when he pulled his hair, panting slightly, he continued to push deeper.

He knew too well where Yimulian's fatal spot was, and he was able to hit it exactly every time, and then crushed it hard.

Yimulian was made to tremble all over by him, and even when he gasped, there was a moan full of tears. "Ahh... slow down! Huh!" Yimulian sobbed and scratched at Huang's shoulders vigorously, scratching light red marks on his muscular back, and a drop of water slipped from his face to Chin, can't tell whether it's tears or sweat, "Slow down..."

But Huang couldn't slow down, the slippery and fiery touch made him unable to control his movements, the hoarse panting and moaning in his ears were even more aphrodisiac than the most powerful medicine, the more Yimulian cried, the more he couldn't help it, one time after another Once hard, deep, want to hear him scream louder.

"Ah...Huang..." Yimulian's voice was so tense that it almost changed its tone, "Wait...I...ah-I can't do it...haha..."

"So fast?" Huang kissed his chest, with a cherry red in his mouth, sucking hard, teasing the small nipples with the tip of his tongue, "Even... hold on a little longer..."

"You... ah, um... you bastard!" Yimulian couldn't hold back his curse, followed by a punishing, stormy attack, which disrupted his cries, "Ahhh ...I... woo... Huang! Ha... I can't stand it... ah..."

Huang closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of being tightly wrapped and sucked by the fiery soft flesh every time he entered and pulled out, his expression was full of lazy and comfortable color, "Huh... so comfortable..."

Yimulian's body tightened, crying and panting, the pleasure of being constantly pushed at the sensitive parts of his body made him a little unbearable, the numbness in his lower abdomen became more and more intense, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"It can't be done..." His voice was almost breathless, trembling in Huang's arms, his face flushed, "Ah...I..."

He bit his lip and twisted his waist subconsciously, a white liquid sprayed out from somewhere under the hem of the clothes, which wet the hem of the clothes, and the momentary intense pleasure made him tighten up, and twisted into the things contained inside.

The sudden suffocation made Huang hold his breath, and after a while, he suddenly withdrew, and then slammed into it with force, and the scorching liquid was shot out instantly when he was completely submerged, causing his eyes to tremble.

The thrilling pleasure still continued, Yimulian felt powerless all over, Huang hugged him and slowly lay down, pulling away from his body.

When he left, there was a clear sound of water stains, which made Yimulian a little embarrassed, but he didn't have much strength, so he could only lie on his back on the bed, the wet black gauze on his body clinging to his skin, making his complexion fairer. The belt had been torn off, completely exposing his mottled body with hickey marks, and there was still white liquid at the hem, which was full of eroticism.

Before he recovered, he was panting, when he suddenly felt his ankle being grabbed, and amidst the sound of jingling bells, his leg was lifted up and rested on Huang's shoulder.

Huang put Yimulian's legs on his shoulders, stared at the gap between his legs, saw the white turbid fluid flowing from the ruddy entrance that hadn't closed yet, stretched out his hand to hold the soft lump, rubbed it and played with it, "Lian , still do it?"

Yimu took a deep breath, and gave up resistance after only moving his legs.He looked at Huang who was sitting naked in front of him, and his blushing cheeks turned red again.

He was a little afraid of the extreme pleasure that would drive him to pieces, but he liked being close to Huang very much.

He liked the touch of Ara's strong thighs separating his legs, and the feeling of his abs grinding against him as Ara pressed him.Such a sexy and lustful Huang can almost sink him and drive him crazy.

After hesitating for a while, Yimulian nodded and said softly, "Do."

Huang lowered his eyes and smiled, holding one of his legs, leaned over, the tip of his tongue hooked up his quiet dormant soft thing, and held it in his mouth.

Yimu trembled, his lower abdomen tensed up, and when he was dizzy, he suddenly found a mirror on the ceiling at some point.

That mirror was very clear, so clear that even Huang's long ink-splashed hair covering Huang's back could be clearly seen one by one. At a glance, he could completely see how his legs were torn apart by Huang, and his whole body turned red from being licked by him.That kind of visual stimulation was so strong that he closed his eyes in shame, but after closing his eyes, his body's senses became more acute, and the picture of Huang licking kisses between his legs still appeared in his mind, even the details were clear .

Yimulian quickly reacted under Huang's lips and tongue, and then Huang got up, kissed upward along Yimulian's lower abdomen, and slowly kissed his chest and collarbone.

Yimulian moved his legs slowly, rubbed against Huang's waist, and wrapped them shyly tightly. When the wet and soft entrance under his body was pressed against a hot hard object, Huang's lips also came to his neck.

Huang put his body on Yimulian, a little heavy, but also felt very safe.Yimulian grabbed Huang's arm with both hands, raised his head, and at the moment of being entered, Huang's small Adam's apple was also bitten by Huang.

Yimulian snorted softly, thinking in a daze, even if Huang bites off his neck with one bite now, I'm afraid he would be willing to sacrifice his life.

"shortage……"

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This love lasted all night, and Huang finally stopped in the middle of the night, when Yi Mu was rendered delirious.

The lights in the room had already been turned off, and the snow outside shone in through the doors and windows, keeping the night from being too dark.

She fell asleep with love marks all over her eyes, her tightly closed eyelashes were still wet, and her lips were red and swollen.

Huang cleaned up both their bodies and the room, but didn't fall asleep immediately. He lay on his side under the quilt, propped his head on one hand, and his long black hair passed between his fingers, pouring down like a waterfall. Silk meanders and spreads out half of the pillow.

Huang lightly stroked the naked body in his arms, his palms moved up from his flat and tight belly, lingered on his red and swollen nipples for a while, and finally gently stroked his elegant and gentle face.

Gently brushing away the silver hair on his face with his fingers, Huang lightly touched Yimulian's right eye, as if seeing his dim eye through his tightly closed eyelid.

"Lian," Huang said softly, "from now on, you will use my eyes to see the world, okay?"

Yimulian fell asleep and couldn't hear his words.

Huang smiled, raised his hand to press his right eye, and after a while, a faint purple light emerged from his right eye, slowly floated to Yimulian's right eye, and melted into it.

Huang didn't give his right eye to Yimulian, but shared his soul with Yimulian, so that Yimulian could enjoy everything in his body.

This was the secret gift he had been preparing for half a year.

Huang kissed Yimu Lian, and said in a low voice: "Lian, my soul will be held in your hands from now on, no matter in this life or after reincarnation, you are destined to be with me."

"Happy New Year, my Lord Fengshen."