Cleopatra's younger brother

"Caesar, your man is going to be fucked by someone else!" Neferi shouted loudly outside, completely disregarding her own image. This was what Ptolemy XIII told Neferi.

The guards stationed outside Caesar's palace, Neferi was stopped by them. Even if she couldn't get in, Neferi still didn't leave. She roared outside and her voice became hoarse.

After an unknown amount of time, the gate of the palace opened, Caesar came out with a sullen face, and he glanced at Neferi.

This sharp look made Neferi's heart skip a beat, this was the first time she saw Caesar.

"Caesar, you are really cold-blooded." After a moment of trance, Neferi immediately came back to her senses, her voice was already hoarse, with contempt in her tone, trying to get Caesar's attention with this tone.

"Where is it?" Caesar asked coldly.

Nefiri froze for a moment. She thought about Caesar's various reactions, but she never thought that Caesar would ask her directly. When Ptolemy XIII asked her to say this, Nefiri refused in her heart because she felt It is impossible for the man Caesar to intervene in the struggle in Egypt regardless of his interests because of his personal feelings.

Besides, in this era, where does the word love come from? It is between two men.

Some are just the most primitive desires/desires.

So Neferi just used this sentence to provoke Caesar, and then asked him to save Ptolemy XIII with his own words.

But now it seems that those words of his were prepared in vain.

"Achilles," Neferi replied.

Caesar's eyes darkened, he didn't say anything, and walked directly towards Achiles' palace with his soldiers.

Then everything happened now.

"Get fucked by someone else?" Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII's half-smile face, thinking of the miserable appearance he saw just now under Achilles. Three will be taken by others.

Caesar stood up, looked down at Ptolemy XIII, and suddenly lifted the blanket covering his body. The staggered scars of Ban Hong fell in his eyes, which was very dazzling.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar motionlessly, still smiling.

"Let me finish one thing first, and I'll let you handle it later." Ptolemy XIII put his hand against the soft couch, trying to sit up with great effort, but unexpectedly pulled the wound on his leg.

He frowned, wondering if he might have rabies.

Caesar grabbed Ptolemy XIII up, "Dispose?" He repeated these two words.

Ptolemy XIII blocked Caesar's neck, "You can do whatever you want."

I don't know why, as long as he saw Caesar, the impulse in Ptolemy XIII's heart could not be restrained, the impulse to melt himself into him.

"Caesar, I want you, what should I do?" Ptolemy XIII leaned against Caesar's ear, breath sprayed on his neck, every word seemed to stir Caesar's heart.

Caesar narrowed his eyes, and he stretched his hand under Ptolemy XIII's body, pointing one finger and two fingers, the dry and firm hand feeling showed that he had not been violated by others.

Ptolemy XIII gently hooked Caesar's waist, half-closed his eyes.

Listening to Caesar's slowly thickening breathing.

The whole person was turned upside down.

Ptolemy XIII was buckled on the soft couch, his eyes were closed, but he did not experience the expected pain.

Caesar was panting heavily, but he was rubbing/rubbing slowly.

"Damn it." He cursed in a low voice, Ptolemy XIII's current physical condition couldn't bear Caesar's torment.

It was the first time for Caesar to be teased like this, exuding heat waves all over his body.

Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes with a smile on his face. This smile undoubtedly touched Caesar's tense nerves. He bent down like a hungry beast.

Ptolemy smiled, and hooked Caesar's neck, "Caesar, bring the map, I have something for you."

The sword is on the string. At this time, I am afraid that only people like Caesar can stop by relying on willpower.

When he heard the word map, his already sinking mind instantly sobered up.

That map, Ptolemy XIII had asked Neferi to give it to Caesar.

Right now in Caesar's palace.

Caesar stood up, the muscles on his body were tense, especially the lower body, which looked very good. Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar back and forth.

With a completely appreciative gaze, although falling into someone's eyes is the seduction of Chiguoguo.

When Ptolemy XIII took over the map, the person also entangled Caesar all of a sudden.

"Caesar." He called his name, holding a pen to draw something on the map.

In Caesar's ear, he called Caesar's name sentence by sentence, with a magnetic voice raising the end.

One sentence and one sentence made every part of Caesar's body boil.

Caesar has always had strong willpower when it comes to lust/desire, but for this person, Caesar has an urge to crush him into his own flesh and blood.

There were more and more violent and violent gasps, and the skin slapped the marble, causing the temperature in the palace to rise slowly.

This is crazier than that night.

Sober madness seems to have merged into each other's body, this feeling seems familiar.

"I'm back, I'm back." Ptolemy Thirteen said the plan in fragments, his eyes began to slack, such a degree of violence was beyond his current body to bear.

However, he responded violently to Caesar.

The pen in his hand has never been put down, and every time he hits it, he will draw a stroke.

The stimulation and tingling of the senses coexisted, and Ptolemy XIII felt that his soul had been knocked out.

"Don't forget me, you can't." Ptolemy XIII said loudly, he bit Caesar's shoulder, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

He sucks/sucks Caesar's blood like crazy.

Not enough, nothing is enough.

With the last stroke, Ptolemy XIII also passed out, the map fell to the ground, and the scroll hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII who had passed out, and his sanity slowly returned.

His expression changed slightly, and he slowly put Ptolemy XIII on the soft couch. The old scars hadn't healed, and new scars were added.

Just now, he was out of control like never before.

Caesar was a little annoyed, he glanced at the wound on his shoulder, feeling a little annoyed.

His eyes fixed on the map on the ground, and then his eyes lit up.

The original incomplete map has been completed, and Caesar only felt a shock in his heart.

He looked at the map in his hand and stood there without moving for a long time.

His heart seemed to be pinched, "In the next life, you will come to me and be king together."

In a trance, such a sentence suddenly appeared in my heart.