The First Law God Black History Handbook

The sweetheart's lips and petals are like sweet honey, and they are like sweet and soft bread, which makes Legston unable to stop.

He put his tongue into Thrander's mouth, entwined and danced around the other's tongue, and sucked the other's breath forcefully.

His desire was crazy and hot, burning Thurander and burning himself.

Thrander glared at Legston angrily, with anger and annoyance hidden in his eyes.

The kiss became deeper and more lingering, and Legston was completely squinted by desire.

He let go of the right hand that was holding Thrander's shoulder, and groped towards the other's waist, but before he even touched that fascinating skin, he was knocked down by a sudden force——

"I told you to let go!" Thrander glared at him, his right hand tightly grasping the other's throat, with deep anger and a trace of surprise in his eyes, "What are you going to do? Huh? Legston?"

Legston was pressed back/on the bed, staring at Thrander blankly.

He knew that his lover was so beautiful that he could fall in love with it just by looking at it.But Thrander at this moment is thousands of times more beautiful than usual.

Because Thrander at this moment is full of anger and beauty.

His expression is fierce and tough, but the corners of his eyes are slightly red because of the kiss and entanglement just now; his eyes are filled with anger and shock, but there is thin sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose. Confused people's sexuality. Sensational color.

Especially those lips that have just been ravaged/ravaged, they are gorgeous and moist.

His strength is mixed with his charm, which is a deadly poison/drug.

Legston swallowed uncontrollably, all the heat from his body rushing down him, almost burning him to ashes.

This is the beauty that only he can see, the beauty that only he can touch.

He wanted him, wanted to own him, to possess him, to let him be covered with his aura!

Desire is like a raging flame, burning away all reason and humility. Legston tensed up, and a gnawing light appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, Thrander only felt a tightness in his ankle, and an irresistible force rose from his ankle to his whole body, instantly taking away all his defenses and resistance.

"...Leggston!!!"

Being pressed onto the bed again, Thrander looked at the person in front of him in shock and annoyance, and said in an extremely angry tone, "How dare you!!!"

"Do you think I dare?" Legston's eyes grew wild with desire, his voice was low and hoarse, "Thurander, you are so beautiful, no one can resist your beauty, especially me."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Thrander's chin. After leaving obvious teeth marks on his beautiful chin, he moved to the corner of the other's lips, wanting to continue to kiss deeply.

Thrander immediately turned his head away to avoid the other party.

Legston sneered, bit the ear that was sent to his mouth indifferently, and then stretched out his dexterous tongue to wrap around the other's cochlea, licking/gnawing/biting back and forth slowly and erotically.

Thrander's scalp and back suddenly went numb, and he gasped uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Legston became more presumptuous and profound.

"You... Legston!!" Thurander snorted angrily, raising his hand to pull the bastard off his body, but he only lifted his hand half way before lowering his hand weakly.

"Thurander...I will be very gentle and careful." Legston let go of his wet ears, and pressed a wet kiss on Thrander's lips, "After all, I love you so much...even if You hurt me so much, I can't help but love you."

— pull the light —

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Thurander could feel Legston's gaze glued to him, as well as his fiery palm resting on him.

But he has been unable to reprimand anything, or resist anything.

His body was exhausted to the extreme, and his mind gradually became dizzy.Legston had spent all his strength and resistance, and now he was squeezed down to a sticky sweat.

"Thurander, you are so beautiful and sweet."

The young man on his body let out a satisfied sigh, releasing all the enthusiasm in his body, "I really want to die on you."

Thurander: "..."

If possible, he really wanted to kill this bastard as the other party wished.

It's a pity that he is the one who will die.

Thrander half-closed his eyes, his expression was slightly confused and lax, and his breathing was disordered and intermittent.

He's going to be fucked/died by young men.

His world was spinning rapidly, the blackness in front of his eyes became more and more intense, and gradually he could no longer see anything.

Thrander passed out.

When Legston realized this, most of the excitement and passion of the newly-promoted Lord God were wiped out at once, and he quickly panicked.

He tried to nourish the opponent's body with divine power, but the special chain on the opponent's ankle restricted his infusion of divine power.

In the end, Legston had to hold Thrander, kissing one after another to try to ease the fear and worry in his heart.

Then he felt a faint but not weak heartbeat under his palm.

Legston finally regained his IQ, secretly thinking that he was just too tired, not an accident.

So the worry faded away, and the enthusiasm filled the whole body again.

When Thrander woke up again, he clearly noticed the strangeness and pain in his body, especially the chest that was as hot as a furnace and the indescribable thing behind him.

"..." At this moment, the emotion of anger is unnecessary, he just wants to throw the people behind him out of his sight, so that he can't see it or worry about it.

It's a pity that someone didn't realize it, and even stretched out his arms to hug him tighter.

"Thurander?" Legston noticed Thrander's awakening, raised his upper body/body slightly, looked at Thrander who opened his eyes, and lowered his head to rub against his cheek, "I'm so happy... Thurander, I finally got you."

Thrander closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

"Thurander, talk to me."

Thrander remained silent.

After a while, the young main god hesitated and said, "Thurander, as soon as you don't speak, I just want to..."

Thrander opened his eyes suddenly, because he felt the thing behind him.

"Leggston!" His voice was hoarse and exasperated.

"I'm here." Legston responded quickly, and lowered his head to kiss Thrander, whose brows were filled with anger. "You are finally willing to talk to me."

Thrander couldn't dodge the sticky kiss in time, and an unspeakable shame instantly invaded his thoughts, "Let me go!"

"...Oh." Legston responded reluctantly, but perhaps it was because the previous lingering made him satisfied. Now he has become docile and obedient, and he no longer has the gloom of the first reunion and moody.

Two hours later, after taking a shower, Thrander leaned on the recliner, with his back to Legston.

Legston stood aggrieved, lacking in demeanor.

"Thrander..."

"roll."

"I don't." Legston pouted, a pair of restless eyes hidden in his seemingly weak expression.

This neck is slender and beautiful, these shoulders are white and smooth, this chest tastes sweet, this waist is thin and strong, these pair of hips...

puff--

The sound of nosebleeds startled Thurander who closed his eyes and rested his mind. He looked back at the guy who made him extremely angry and embarrassed, and threw the only water glass beside him without hesitation.

"roll!"

"I don't..." As soon as the rogue-like I didn't say the word, the new master god covered his nose and raised his eyebrows, with a strange look on his face.

He let go of his golden blood-stained fingers, casually wiped the blood under his nose with his sleeve, and said to Thrander: "I have something to do, Thrander, don't run around here, I'll be back soon .”

Thrander's eyes burst into anger when he heard the words, and he looked at the chains on his ankles without any concealment, "Are you kidding me?"

Legston stared blankly, and laughed dryly, "I'll be back soon...soon." As he spoke, he turned his feet and ran out like the wind, causing the nearby curtains to fly into the air.

Time is flowing slowly, and everyone can perceive its passing, but it cannot be retained.

Just as Thurander expected for the whole thing.

This room covered with curtains was so large that Thrander walked back and forth for a long time without reaching the end.Only the chains on his feet tell him where his free movement ends.

He sat back in the recliner, staring at the books Legston had prepared for him on the long table in a daze.

Some things he expected, some things he could not predict and grasp.

Like Legston, like the sudden extra breath in this room.

"You are smarter and more tolerant than I imagined." The aura appeared in the figure, beautiful as a dream, and lofty.

Thrander lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't see the god at all.

"How long are you going to be silent?" the other party asked him.

Thrander did not respond to him immediately, but reached out and touched the neat books on the long table, his fingertips slowly moving along the hard spine, ""Praise of the Gods", "Light and Darkness", "Origin of the Universe" ...Which one do you think I should start reading first?"

"... "The Origin of the Universe"." The other party replied.

"Tch." Thrander laughed out loud, "I've read this book a long time ago." He raised his eyes and looked at the god, "It was you who showed it to me."

"..." This time the other party was silent.

"God of the earth, mother of all things, Oetotesia." Thrander softly called out the other person's name with a gentle and compassionate voice, "So what do you want?"

A main god who secretly helped him 260 years ago, and even gave him the God of War status; a god who deliberately guided him to understand the nature of light and darkness, and helped him and Legston return to the Temple of Light, her What is the purpose?

Thrander looked at the other party steadfastly, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

"What do you think?"

The main god walked out of the divine light, and the radiance on his body dissipated. The beautiful goddess looked at Thrander, with pain gradually overflowing from her eyes.

"Me? I don't know." Thrander answered her without hesitation, "I was diverted by you from the very beginning, I have been watching the Lord God of Light, and have never explored you deeply. In other words, I don't know anything about you, Lord Othothesia."

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