The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Amedeo stared blankly at Camillo, not letting go of every detail, from the slender eyelashes to the pair of black eyes, he had looked at Camillo at close range for countless days and nights , but never once had his heart beat faster.

His hand couldn't help caressing Camillo's chest, and slid all the way along his black cloth.

Camillo glanced down with a half-smile, and deliberately grabbed his hand, "What are you doing, Your Majesty, it seems that I have been away for too long?"

"...hug, sorry."

Panic flashed across his handsome face, and Amedeo quickly got up and stood up, returning to his usual serious and reserved look, but under the influence of alcohol, his eyes were always in a trance from time to time, it looked like Covered with a layer of light blue water.

"I should report to you about Colin City first."

Camillo glanced at his hand rubbing his forehead, and guessed that he might have a headache at the moment, so he said softly: "If you are unwell, we can go to the bedroom to talk."

Amedeo was stunned, his brain was already confused at the moment, and he didn't have the energy to think about the meaning of this sentence. It would be great if he could find a soft place to sit or lie down at the moment, so he nodded: "okay."

Camillo held his hand. He was really worried that Amedeo would fall down while walking. When he walked into the bedroom, he unbuttoned the cloak and hung it on the hanger at the door. Then he picked up Amedeo. Medeo put him on the bed, and the other party's body froze slightly, as if a little embarrassed.

Knowing that he should have used magic to cover the smell of alcohol on his body before Camelot came, he defended softly:

"Ka, I didn't drink a lot..."

With Camillo's hand on his forehead, Amedeo immediately stopped talking, and his golden eyelashes were lifted suddenly, looking a little nervous.

"It's okay," Camillo chuckled, "Aren't you going to report the progress of Colin City to me?"

"Well... we captured Colin," Amedeo looked into Camillo's eyes, afraid to see any trace of displeasure, "but we didn't find Maya and the others. It is said that Maya exposed her identity. Escaped Colin a week ago."

Camillo nodded. He had actually read the communication officer's report. He just wanted to stay with Amedeo and listen to his voice for a while.

He turned around and found a scented candle from the drawer, which is said to have the effect of relieving headaches, and asked, "What else?"

"Also...we also found a female corpse in the city. It is said that she had a close relationship with Maya, but she killed her personally. The strange thing is that the corpse is completely black, and the body is full of dark elements."

Camillo lit a scented candle and asked casually, "Purple hair?"

Amedeo hummed, then frowned again, and responded, "How do you know?"

"You may not remember that woman anymore. Her name is Pera. I used to study with me in Yanling Island. Later, when I was infected with dark poison, we met in Bendis."

When Amedeo recalled, he vaguely remembered that woman had a subtle attitude towards Camillo and seemed to harbor ill intentions, and he had no good feelings for that woman at that time.

"By the way," Camillo asked, "what did you do with that corpse?"

"I was buried."

Camillo was silent for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and didn't say much.

Amedeo buried his head in the pillow, his voice was obviously hoarse: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"You're just angry," Amedeo frowned seriously, but still couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes, "Then what can I do? Do I want to keep the corpse on the stone cone, under the sun?" Rotten, to be eaten by vultures?"

"I'm really not angry," Camillo couldn't help but smile, "Just do what you want. I like you, not a subordinate who obeys orders."

Amedeo raised his eyes hesitantly: "...Are you really not angry?"

"No." Camillo stroked his stretched eyebrows with his fingertips.

Amedeo stared at him without blinking: "Then you won't leave me, will you?"

Camillo smiled: "I like you so much, why would I leave you?"

Amedeo blinked in a daze, and then laughed like a simple child. He reached out and grabbed Camillo's sleeve, begging, "Say it again."

Camillo leaned down with a smile, licking his ear with the gentle tip of his tongue, his deliberately low voice was like a beautiful cello.

"I like you so much, why would I leave you?"

Amedeo's brain was dizzy for a moment, and he seemed to be more happy than the moment of orgasm. He bit his lip: "Say it again..."

"I like you so much, why would I leave you?"

The other party's beautiful voice was like the sweetest love potion, and Amedeo felt that he had nothing left except his violent heartbeat and blank brain.Just when Camillo was about to get up, he suddenly grabbed Camillo's neck, climbed up and kissed fiercely, the aroma of alcohol mixed with saliva, and the whole room exuded an ambiguous sweet fragrance.

Camillo is everything to him, no matter what means he uses, even if he uses a child, he will always tie this man by his side.

"Ca...can you give me a baby?" he murmured, resting his chin on Camillo's shoulder.

Camillo hooked his lips and smiled: "I gave birth to you?"

"Yes." Amedeo nodded seriously.

He suddenly pressed Camillo hard on the bed, with his hands on his sides, he admired Camillo's face up close, his eyes were slightly dazed, but burning with fiery persistence: "You gave me life ..."

Camillo smiled and said, "I will definitely let Figira hemolyze us."

"You say that every time," Amedeo bit his lip, "It's been so many years, but it hasn't happened yet."

Unlike the usual serious side, all kinds of emotions are clearly reflected in his eyes at this moment, such as jealousy, disappointment, and resentment, he pressed Camillo tightly, and clasped his fingers tightly, "I want you to give me now." born."

The golden divine power entangled Camillo's pale skin, and Camillo lay quietly on him, allowing the other party to kiss his lips and neck. Amedeo was not very good at these things, so he could only imitate them as much as possible. Camillo's movements hugged him extremely carefully.

Camillo raised his neck involuntarily, let out a muffled groan, his wet black hair stuck to his porcelain white neck, he didn't even realize how tempting it was.

Amedeo leaned over and rubbed his neck, and murmured, "I like you the most."

The next morning, the maid pushed the dining car and knocked on the door of the bedroom.

It was Camillo who opened the door for her. His hair was half wet, and he seemed to have just finished a bath. His upper body was only covered with a white towel, revealing his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. The king's figure was as usual, making the heart beat faster, and the maid was shy. Stealing a sneak peek at his face, Wang looked tired.

"Come in." He propped up his waist with one hand, almost sighing.

Amedeo had also just finished washing. He put on his normal clothes while serving the maid, and sat at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading documents as usual.

During this period, he raised his eyes and glanced at Camillo who was standing by the window, and asked casually, "Aren't you going to sit?"

"..."

Camilo propped his chin with one hand, not knowing how to speak, "Forget it, I'm going out soon."

Amedeo felt baffled: "Didn't you just arrive in the capital, what can you do?"

"I... am going to pick up Figira."

Amedeo raised his eyebrows and put down the coffee in his hand: "What is she doing in the Demon Realm?"

Deliberately pretending to be indifferent, but in fact, he must have been ecstatic in his heart. Camillo crossed his arms and gave him a knowing look.

Amedeo frowned puzzled: "...what?"

There was a deep helplessness in Camillo's eyes: "Have you forgotten what we said yesterday?"

The fingers holding the coffee cup stiffened slightly, Amedeo turned his face away and said softly, "Sorry, I shouldn't drink."

Isn't that the point?Those important plots, the important points... He seems to have forgotten them all.

"So why did you let Figira come to the Demon Realm?" Amedeo asked nonchalantly.

Camillo pulled an intriguing wry smile: "Maybe it's for self-protection."

The author has something to say: Hahaha, it may be to protect Chrysanthemum 23333