The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Amedeo didn't have time to refute his words. He saw several people with machine guns walking out one after another from the hillside not far away. He turned around quickly and saw a car he had never seen before driving behind him. Patrol cars, surrounded them.

He was vigilantly about to draw his gun, but at this moment Camillo grabbed his wrist and smiled meaningfully: "Do you think I just destroyed the communication system, but didn't do anything?"

"you!"

Those people on the hillside slid down the dirt slope one after another and stood behind Camillo, and two men with guns got out of the patrol car, waiting for orders.

These are members of the Hitman Group!

Anger and shock appeared on Amedeo's handsome face: "I was still protecting your safety just now, did you just want to do this to me?!"

Camillo walked up to him. Although he was a little shorter than him, he was no less imposing: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, and I'm not interested in your subordinates. Maybe I'll send some of them if I'm in a good mood." Fuel bottles, but only if—you come with us."

He stretched out his hands locked by handcuffs, as if urging Amedeo to help him untie them, but the other party just gave him a hard look and ignored them at all.

In desperation, Camilo had no choice but to ask his subordinate to cut open the pair of handcuffs with a laser knife, and the subordinate still joked: "What age is this, boss, you are still robbing civilian girls, I don't see people being happy. "

"Fuck off, what are you robbing civilian girls, I like men."

"You probably missed a word 'on'."

Amedeo blushed suddenly when he heard their conversation, and he was about to draw his gun out of embarrassment, but Camillo snatched the pistol/gun before him, "Anyway, you won't need this kind of thing in the future, wait When I get to the place, I'll replace it with a better one, the one I modified myself."

Amedeo was really taken aback when he heard that, and then he was taken onto the spaceship driven by these people, and Camillo arranged for him a suite, not only was he well treated, he was neither guarded nor chained his freedom.

He felt incredible: "Where are you taking me?"

Camillo said: "A good place, no one gives you tasks, no rules order you not to have sex, you can do the jobs you want, sleep with the people you like, you will get real freedom. "

Amedeo's eyes darkened: "Black Street."

"You are really good at spoiling the surprises that others have prepared for you." Camillo sighed.

"Why me!" Amedeo scolded angrily, "Do you remember the memory after the explosion!"

"What memory?" Camillo felt a little puzzled by his anger. He walked over speculatively, approached Amedeo, and whispered, "I really can't remember, but... you You can choose to tell me yourself."

Amedeo turned pale, and tightened his trembling lips.

Camillo read the two emotions of "resentment" and "shame" on his face, and then he asked inductively, "Did I do something to you, eh?"

Amedeo stepped back, desperate to get something clear, but it was too much for him to talk about anyway.At that time, he was also affected by the impact of the explosion, and his brain suddenly hit the back of the chair. He gave a search and rescue command in a hurry, but his consciousness was blurred afterwards. A solid body pressed against the chair... that was his first time.

Afterwards, every time I saw Camillo's face, the person's breath, panting sound, and the thrill/sensation brought to him were all lingering in my mind. The objects in the room are hungrily stuck in the crotch of the military uniform.

Probably no one would have thought that when the respected colonel was angry with his prisoner, the body wrapped in the military uniform was burning with desire/desire, and the next moment he wanted to kneel down limply on the ground and kiss the other party's crotch.

"Get out of here." His voice was extremely hoarse.

Camillo hesitated for a moment. He looked at Amedeo's face with a little worry, but out of respect, he picked up his coat, turned and walked out.

In the evening, he brought dinner to Amedeo, who was sitting slumped by the bed, with surprise in his eyes when he saw him.

Camillo smiled and said, "Why don't you go out for a walk, I'm not locking you up."

Amedeo stiffly took the hot soup he brought. If the smile of this person was always cold and unpredictable, Camillo seemed to be a different person at this moment, gentle and considerate. , pure as if without any impurities.

If it's this person... he might try to say it, Amedeo was shaken in his heart, he put down the soup bowl, lowered his head, and said in a very soft voice: "After the outbreak happened that day, I picked you up. Got to my cabin, and..."

"Then what?" Camelot asked several times before he vaguely heard the word "done".

Amedeo has never been so embarrassed in his life, "...do you remember?"

"No," Camillo hugged him tenderly, and placed him on the bed, with soft warmth in his dark eyes, "but we can remember in another way."

Amedeo blushed and rushed to stop him, but Camillo had already unbuttoned his pants and touched the leather harness inside. He paused, and then sighed softly: "You You shouldn't do this, suppressing your desires for a long time is not good for your health."

He gently kissed the corner of Amedeo's lips, and he had skillfully untied the leather buckle in his hand. He felt the scorching heat, and even rubbed it restlessly in his hand, instinctively wanting to be relieved.

"Don't worry, I will make you comfortable."

Camillo gently sucked his earlobe, and Amedeo bit his lip, and embraced the other's shoulder with a flushed face.

He felt that his territory was being gently violated, followed by an earth-shaking impact, which almost made him unbearable. A brilliant white light exploded in his brain, like a shuttle flying in the galaxy.

And the first time I saw Camelot, this man drove a silver mecha and broke into the army's mecha guard of honor. Since it was broadcast live, the whole Federation saw this ostentatious scene , the silver mech held up the spear/gun in its hand, and sprayed out the words "Killer Organization" in the vast cosmic space, and there was even a contact number and website on the bottom.

The silver mech was too fast to catch, like a traveling dragon, he kept trying to catch up with him, but finally met because of an unexpected explosion.

Amedeo breathed with his mouth wide open like a drowning person, and the pleasure/sensation that exploded at that moment was like an electric current passing through the spinal cord. He didn't know what to do except hug him tightly.

Camillo kissed his lips and neck, gently asking how he felt.

Amedeo's breathing calmed down a little, and he asked pantingly: "Your skills are very good... have you slept with others before?"

Camillo leaned on him and said honestly, "Three."

"Who is it?"

"One is the bartender at the bar. He clearly knew that I can't drink enough, but he mixed a glass of spirits and seduced me to go to him. The second is a member of the killer organization, a junior..."

"Shut up," Amedeo frowned, "I don't want to hear it."

"Okay." Camillo stretched out his hand to smooth his eyebrows, and said softly, "Did I say I love you when we first met?"

Amedeo turned his face away, and said angrily, "Anyway, it's just a love story on your bed."

Camillo finally understood that Amedeo kept asking him why his memory was restored, and why he was angry. For a conservative officer like him, a promise was more important than anything else, yet he had lost his memory after one night. Forget everything that happened, and forget that promise.

"That's really just a word of love," Camillo laughed, "but it's a word of love that I will tell you for the rest of my life."

Amedeo trembled, turned his head quickly, and stared at him blankly.

"I know places like the Commonwealth do not recognize same-sex marriage, but in Black Street, you are free and no one can deny your love." Camillo kissed his lips again, "Now you are mine , I will protect your safety, and I will take responsibility to make you happy..."

"And no matter how many times a day you want to come, I will satisfy you."