The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

After the trade issue in Wadley King City was resolved, Camillo temporarily stayed in Wadley because the wound on his left abdomen began to deteriorate, and the priests treated him several times to no avail.

Camilo had no choice but to call Kiria back from Far Kuran, and Kiria checked more carefully than last time before discovering the problem.

"There must be something stuck in your body."

Kylia cut open the wound with a knife, checked inside the tweezers for a while, and found several barbed fragments, which obviously still had the power of the demon god on them, which hindered the healing of the wound and caused inflammation.

"It's really hard to find, the fragments are too small." Kylia worried that the operation time would be too long, and Camillo would not be able to bear the pain. "Why don't you ask the priest to hypnotize you, you probably won't feel good if you hold it back."

Camillo gritted his teeth and nodded. He lay back on the operating table and closed his eyes under the priest's spiritual power, but he ignored one point. Forced hypnosis would make him lose consciousness, which led to him being unable to control Thoughts and actions after falling asleep.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

The decoration of the house is the style of the royal family, his body is obviously a size smaller than before, his hands and feet are so slender that he can't lift things, his long silver hair hangs down on his chest, and he is obviously worn back into the priest's body.

He was alone in the luxurious bedroom. Camillo lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. He was familiar with the layout of this room because he had lived in Amedeo's bedroom since he was a child.But gods don't need sleep, usually he falls asleep alone, only to coax him, Amedeo will lie on the bed with him for a while.

Damn, why did you think of such a thing.

He turned cold, and rummaged through the documents in the bedroom. He remembered that Amedeo usually brought some documents to the bedroom for review...why not!

At this time, Amedeo was attending a meeting of the royal family, and the news that the priest from Kuran had stayed in the Demon God's Palace had spread. It was heard that His Majesty had placed him in his bedroom and prohibited anyone from approaching him.

Wei Ya was very angry about this: "It's just an alcohol allergy, hasn't that person recovered yet!"

Amedeo said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Majesty, the priest is still a little unwell, and I see that he is simple-minded, knowledgeable and polite, so I decided to let him stay by my side."

Wei Ya clenched his fists tremblingly, and the two of them were ambiguous at the dance, whether they should stay by their side or stay on the bed as companions!

The priest of the cabinet, Crops, caught a glimpse of His Majesty's face, coughed a few times in a timely manner, reminded Wei Ya to be careful, and smiled flatteringly: "It is also his blessing that this priest is favored by His Majesty."

It is not uncommon for gods to have sexual relations with believers. In history, tens of thousands of believers were tortured to death by gods.Krops didn't care whether the Demon God had pets or not, he clearly knew that his job was to assist His Majesty, and let the Demon God assist His Majesty.Compared with such trivial matters, the choice of the queen is something that should be considered more at present.

Mentioning this, Wei Ya became even more angry, and a meeting broke up unhappy.

Crops bowed apologetically to the Demon God, saying that he hoped to discuss the Demon King's marriage with him alone, so they came together to the hall where Amedeo lived.

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with the priest's service? Do I need to pick a few more from the temple for you..."

Amedeo beside him interrupted indifferently: "It's not what you think!"

Kerops didn't believe it, so he said in a cliché, "Then what does Priest Kuran usually do when he stays here?"

"Whatever you want, paperwork..." Amedeo said casually, he pushed open the door of the study, but froze in place.

A silver-haired man sat on the chair in the study. He propped his chin and looked at Amedeo with a harmless smile. Looking down, it was his bare/exposed chest. He must have nothing on underneath.

- Boom!

Amedeo slammed the door and turned around expressionlessly: "Let's talk in another place."

Although he changed places with the cabinet priest, his full attention was on the people in the study. When did Camillo wake up and why did he go to the study!Also, why not wear clothes!

He finished the conversation as quickly as possible and rushed back to the study room. As expected, Camillo was still there, but he sat on the table in a different posture. He flipped through the documents in the room and scattered the papers all over the floor.

"Oh, you're here." Camillo glanced at him indifferently, "These are some broken books, what about imperial intelligence and government affairs records?"

Amedeo frowned, and used magic to return all the books to their original positions on the bookshelf, "I am no longer involved in governing, Wei Ya is an adult and has full power to manage the Demon World, you can't find what you want here .”

"Tsk," Camillo threw away the documents in his hand, "The old rights have been taken away, what a pity."

Amedeo calmly picked up the pages of the book, "The Demon Realm is governed by the Demon King, so what pity do I have?"

"The price of being controlled by others is not pitiful enough?" Camillo raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's better to be the Dark God."

Amedeo was putting the folder back on the bookcase, when he heard this, he suddenly turned around and stared at him seriously: "Are you kidding, do you know what the price of the Dark God is?"

"Take it." He smiled.

"That's why you should use your power more carefully!" Amedeo reprimanded angrily, but suddenly felt a chill in his jaw, and his jaw was supported by Camillo's fingers.

"...but I'm free," Camillo approached with a hoarse voice, "how about this, let me lead the Demon Realm and let you be mine?"

Amedeo's breathing was stagnant, and he opened his mouth slowly after a while: "Put on your clothes first."

After Camillo's soul came out of his body that day, he never touched his body. After all, he left such unspeakable memories. He seriously couldn't face the fact that Camillo was his "adopted son". In order to keep a distance from each other, That's why he ordered someone to put the clothes on the bed, so that when Camillo came back, he would see and change into...

"Is there? I didn't pay attention at all." Camillo said with a wicked smile.

Amedeo sighed, then teleported a stack of clothes with magic, and forced Camillo to put them on, trying not to fall on that indescribable part as much as possible.

Camillo let him fiddle with it with a smile in his eyes. He didn't like people touching him, except for this person in front of him.

After the shirt and trousers are put on, the next step is the shoes, and Camillo, who is sitting on the desk, has no intention of doing it himself, so Amedeo has to squat down, support his ankles with one hand, and help him put on the leather boots .

His sword-holding hand was slightly callused, and it slid against the skin and tender flesh of his ankle. A tingling feeling came from the sole of his foot, and Camillo's Adam's apple visibly slid up and down.But when he thought that this was someone else's body, his violent negative emotions suddenly emerged, how could Mei bow down to others!Did he salute the Demon King in the same way? !

Camillo suddenly kicked Amedeo's hand away, "Don't touch it! Stand up for me!"

What's wrong?Amedeo raised his eyes in astonishment, and sure enough, Camillo's eyes began to turn gray, which was a sign of being polluted by darkness. Immediately afterwards, Camillo covered his eyes with a very forbearing and painful expression.

Amedeo stood up and supported him, trying to penetrate his body with divine power to relieve his pain, but the other party obviously blocked his invasion with a strong attitude.

"Don't come in, or you will be polluted too, give me some time, I'll deal with it myself." Camillo said panting.

After Amedeo stayed with him for about 5 minutes, Camillo's complexion began to improve, and his eyes returned to golden color again, but Camillo knew that his body would never be able to restore the original pupil color.

"Kilia said that I must keep my emotions stable, and she said that I would be emotionally disturbed or something, because a certain nerve in the brain was corroded by darkness." Camelot poked his head playfully, and said with a smile.

Amedeo was nervous: "Why is this happening?"

"Who knows, maybe I won't understand it until I die, and it will continue like this for a lifetime." Camillo pulled him to the table, tilted his head, and looked into his eyes, "But there is one thing I can be sure of, that It’s just that I’m very strong, if I want to, I can completely defeat you.”

"Excessive use of dark power is dangerous, it will corrupt your body!"

"Hehe," he slowly stroked the other's handsome face, and then moved his fingertips down to rest on the thin pink lips, "Why do you look so good-looking when you're angry?"

He suddenly lowered his head, pressed the man's thin lips, and licked/fucked greedily.

The feeling of his lips touching made Amedeo tremble slightly, his thoughts were messed up by the other party, and the warmth on his lips kept teasing his nerves. Unknowingly, he opened his mouth voluntarily, pamperingly Let the other party go deep, fiddle in his mouth, roll the tip of the tongue, and swipe the roof of the mouth, the saliva between the lips and teeth rushes down the corner of the mouth, wets the Adam's apple, and reveals the erotic luster under the candle light.

Amedeo grabbed his waist and panted intermittently: "We... can't do this..."

The other party's voice made Camillo regain some sanity, and the hand on the other party's belt stopped, "Well, you are right."