defilement

"Muir...ha...here..." In the vast magic hall, layers of black gauze curtains stood still, and the man's deep and obscure voice was covered up indistinctly, and the closer to the center, the air became damper. ~ Damp and hot.

In the center of the demon hall is a sheet of rugs. Black curtains fall from the dome that is tens of meters high.

Just big enough to lie on the bed of two adult men, a hot show is taking place. The body of the slender and fit man is not naked, and the smooth muscle lines show the terrible explosive power of this male body. On the wheat-colored skin The rolling beads of sweat are so sexy that people even have the desire to lick the whetstone. The man's face is also deep and straight like a knife and axe, which is an evil majesty that ordinary people cannot possess.

At this time, his face was full of passion~ desire, he was reclining on the couch, his strong hands had already grasped his lower body~ the fiery high-spirited body, but such a perfect man's emotional behavior could not arouse the blond boy attention.

The young man is sitting majestically in a corner of the couch, wearing a pearl white silky robe. He is a holy angel that should be painted on five-color colored glass. If you look closely at the young man, you will find that the young man is extremely beautiful, his face is softer due to his age, the young man has brilliant blond hair, half-length not short hanging on his shoulders, complementing the young man's fair face, with With a pair of azure blue eyes, his eyelids are slightly lowered, not looking at the feast of passion in front of him.

"Muir! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss The corner of the robe --- the lewd liquid that he ejaculated in a puddle, and the way the sticky liquid slowly dripped from the refined inner robe of the Holy Son in the church made him feel hot again.He couldn't help smiling wryly. After meeting Muir, his demon god's pride seemed to be wiped away.

He hastily cleaned up for the two of them,

As soon as his long arms stretched out, he held Muir in his arms, and after a while he began to sniff Muir again, and he sighed in satisfaction.

Muir turned his head to avoid the heat of his exhalation, and tried to keep a calm tone to express his warning: "Your Highness Yakemohe." Muir had no hope of getting Yakemohe to let him go out, but let him be It is impossible to forcefully accept the demon god's love.

"Okay Muir, I won't force you." Yakemohe backed away restrainedly, the crazy longing in his eyes made people tremble, "I'll wait for you, but not too long, okay?" He said with a strong kiss The boy's light-colored lips blocked the lips where he wanted to spit out the word of rejection, but the fiery tongue was resisted by the other party's tight~gritted teeth. Back away obediently.

Muir wiped his lips hard with an ugly face, and whispered: "God's servants must not be offended!" Finally, he no longer maintained the airs of the Holy Son, frowned and wiped the water stains on his lips, muttering something annoyed.

"Dear Muir, I'm also a god, why don't you try to believe in me?" Yakemohe asked in surprise, successfully diverting the attention of the Son. "Hmph, I swear to believe in the great God of Light! Heretical gods are evil and cannot be trusted even if they are gods!"

Muir's words made Yakemohe's face darken, and in a flash he showed an evil smile again, "No matter how much you look down on me, it's not like you can't escape, and your so-called God of Light is an ancient god, but it's been a long time. Appeared, even if I am also a god, I have never seen him, maybe he has already fallen?" He chuckled lightly, stopped provoking Muir, left a word and disappeared. "wait

If you decide to believe in me, you can come out! "

This scene has been played out many times. "Hmph!" Muir stayed in the space surrounded by the curtain, his holy power was suppressed to the minimum, and he could only passively wait for rescue.

The God of Light is with me... Muir suppressed the urge to frown. He didn't know how long he had been captured. Apart from suppressing his holy power, this space also kept his body in the state it had just entered.

The evidence is the slender wound on his arm that was cut by sharktoothgrass during the Nether Forest experience, which has not yet healed.

I don't know if Arthur noticed that he was missing, but it's useless to find out, right?The existence of gods, even the power of heretical gods is not something that Arthur, a paladin, can contend with...

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