Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

I tightened my trembling breathing, and my heart seemed to be swaying in the wind, unable to fall into place.Even I don't know whether to ask or deny.

There was no answer, but the sound of breathing in his ear suddenly increased.The wet and hot tip of the tongue licked and kissed the back of my neck, savoring it as if tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, and then kissed along the side of my neck.He kissed slowly, but deep and heavy, like a python wrapping around a tree, not letting go of an inch.I was so kissed that my neck became weak, and I couldn't even turn my head to avoid it.

The heat that was relieved by the cold water came back again, the more he kissed wantonly, the more I became warmer.Thoughts are like being boiled in the brain, making a pot of boiling soup.

"You're not him..." I took a deep breath, my voice trembling out of tune.

He took my earlobe in one bite, and sucked on the tip of his tongue like sucking blood.

The hem of the clothes was pulled up to my thigh with one hand, and the belt was pulled out slowly and fell on my instep.I just woke up from a dream, and shame hit my heart.But his hands and feet were bound tightly, leaving no room for struggle.A deep sense of fear overflowed my throat——At this moment, I am completely in a situation where I am a mermaid.

tbc

Chapter 56 [XLVI] The Night of Fascination

This thought filled my mind, and my heart was flustered, which in turn exacerbated the heat all over my body.

My mouth was dry, and I raised my neck to catch my breath.The slender and slippery hand slid down to my belly, reached into the seam of my trousers, stroked the root and stroked my inner thigh, then tore the trousers apart.

The top was still in good condition, but the lower body was stripped naked.I couldn't see anything, but the shame poured into every pore, making my hairs stand on end.

"Let go... let me down!" I stopped hissing, my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't hear it.

The only response to me is my trembling echo, and the rustling sound of the cloth.

The head was pulled back, and the throat was greedily sucked and bitten.The breath in my ears was so hot that it wet my entire neck and condensed into sweat that trickled down to my chest.I was shaking more and more, even my teeth were chattering, because of the heat, and also because of shame and anger.I struggled to move my body, which could only move slightly, but his hands immediately clamped my waist tightly.

A huge hard object squeezed between my legs, and the densely covered soft scales grazed my inner thighs, like a snake running back and forth, arousing a trace of strange itching.I tensed my leg muscles and bent my waist to get away from the thing between my legs, but it only made it harder and harder, like a hungry python ready to go.

The restraints on the hands and feet were loosened a bit, and the iron chains made fine knocks in the silence.My body fell completely into a hot embrace, like falling into a deadly soft spider web, heavily entangled.

This hug was very much like the feeling in memory, and it made me feel in a trance for a moment.

Being controlled, there is no escape.

This thought took over my whole heart, and my blinded vision magnified all my perceptions. Only by opening my mouth and making a sound can I vent my chaotic and mixed emotions.

"I know who you are……"

He didn't make a sound, but I couldn't help repeating, almost to myself: "I know who you are. You're not Flaviz, are you?"

"Yes, I am not."

Amid the tormenting silence, a response finally came, his voice was dark and calm beside his ear, and a thick desire flow was suppressed in his throat.

I suddenly thought of the broken wheel of fortune, and it was almost a sudden moment.He hung his head weakly, sweat or tears trickled down the corners of his eyes, staining the cloth tied around his eyes.I suddenly felt like a blind man trying to find the light, wandering in the maze of memories, walking into a dead end again and again, sadder than a moth in a flame.

The liquid dripped down the chin, and the hand that invaded the lower abdomen slid up the chest and wiped it away carefully for me.The force on his face was so gentle that I could feel his fingers trembling slightly, as if sliding over fragile strings.

He dipped a few drops, lowered his head and leaned on my shoulder, as if he was tasting it, but he didn't feel it was enough, he covered my cheek with his lips and tongue, his breath was like a broken string, and it was extremely disordered.

"Do you wish I was?"

My heart throbbed violently, and I couldn't breathe like I was drowning.The earlobe was sucked into his lips, and he tasted it roughly and recklessly, as if he had been bitten open, with blood and chin tears pooling together.

"Do you want me to be... Or would you rather he live in your memory forever? Are you afraid that if he really comes back from the dead, he will trap you by your side for the rest of your life?"

The sound of the words sounded like a curse that lingered for years in a nightmare, and I was shaking more and more, sweating profusely.

"Athione?"

He whispered my name in a low voice, almost inaudible, like a seductive and deep swamp, with deep affection like a deadly trap hidden underneath.

"My... little Cupid."

My whole body went numb like a demon, and I couldn't tell if I was awake or a dream, or if I really heard this call.The liquid on the face was unrestrained and accumulated in a small pool on the collarbone.The hand at the waist slid down the spine, his fingers tore open the hem of my clothes, and invaded the untouched forbidden area behind the buttocks, and I shivered violently.

"No...don't touch...don't touch that!"

His movements suddenly became rough, and my legs were picked up and hung on the chains, with my legs spread wide apart, in a posture like a child peeing.The empty door underneath was wide open, even if I couldn't see anything, I was too embarrassed to feel ashamed.

Flustered like a frightened horse galloping, dizziness struck heavily.

The head is thrown back, on rock-solid shoulders.The lips were tightly sealed, and the honeyed tongue pried open my guarded lips and teeth, and took away my last ray of clarity like blood, and did not allow me to have any chance to breathe.

The clothes on the back were torn from the bottom, and the bare back was stuck to the chest behind him without any gaps.His clothes were not taken off, and his wet hair was like water plants stuck to the river bed, growing into my spine to take root and sprout.

The waist and buttocks were firmly held by a pair of hot and slender palms, and they pressed down desperately, and a smooth and thick hard object pushed into my buttocks.

I raised my neck and lost my voice, but the root of my tongue was twisted, and there was only a dull whimper in my throat.

The narrow road that shouldn't hold things is invaded inch by inch by inhuman aliens, just like opening up a remote area and conquering a city.I twitched my thighs, trying to escape, and bit his tongue, trying to force him to retreat.

The mouth was full of blood, but the waist was clamped tighter and tighter. The giant object that had invaded the body withdrew slightly, and then firmly pushed in. Repeated this several times, it finally seemed to be inserted in its entirety.

I passed out almost all at once.

There was a brief vacancy in consciousness, the waist and buttocks were slightly shaken by the push, and a trace of pleasure gradually grew from the unspeakable place.I regained some consciousness.There was chaos in the head, the whole person seemed to be suspended in the void, but the lower body seemed to be stuck in a hot and humid swamp, riding on a boa constrictor.

For a moment I thought I was in a nightmare.Until the tongue that sealed the lips was withdrawn from the mouth, the heavy panting lingered in the ears, and the internal objects swelled enough to tear me apart.

The mother's wailing was faintly visible in the buzzing brain, and the sharp shame pierced into the body.I clenched my teeth tightly, trying to suppress the moisture overflowing from my eyelids, and my lips trembled involuntarily.

"Call me by name, Ah Suin."

The fingers gently traced my cheeks, as if teaching me to write stroke by stroke.However, there was a lot of rubbing under the body, causing the chains to rattle.

The top of the huge genitals circled, grinding my inner wall from time to time, as if imposing a soft sentence, deliberately destroying my fragile defense.

Waves of lust accumulated in the painful tunnel, and the blood in the whole body seemed to rush to that place.

The genitals were shamefully raised, I straightened my groin and clenched my fists.The fingernails pierced into the flesh of the palm, but he still couldn't stop the intermittent groans overflowing from his throat.

"Call me by name, call..."

The indomitable low voice induced by the ear, the lower body increased the strength, penetrated deep into my body, and attacked me wantonly like a soldier meeting.The turbulent pleasure poured into my limbs and bones, making me trembling in defeat.I couldn't see anything, but I could clearly hear the sound of the iron chain being almost broken by his movements, mixed with the sound of the wet flesh colliding, it was unbearable to hear.

The buttocks were crushed finely and wet, and the lewd drips trickled down the buttocks.

"Fla...Flavitz...ha...aha..."

I lowered my head, gasping for breath in the increasingly fierce offensive, tears and sweat permeated the blindfold.

I am ashamed to the extreme, and guilty to the extreme.In a trance, it seems that he hugged and relieved his wounds when he was recuperating when he was young, and then knelt in front of the god statue one night and thought about his self-defeating.

The senses were quickly sent to the peak, turning the clouds and rains.When the limit was reached, the chain on the arm was loosened.I leaned limply on his body and vented, the waist down seemed to have melted.There was nothing left but the strength to breathe.

He pulled away from me, rolled me over, and uncuffed me.

Her legs were still hanging wide open, facing him.I fumbled tremblingly, pulling the wrinkled and wet hem of my lower abdomen to cover my lower body, and I didn't even bother to untie the shackles on my eyes.

The hand touched the wetness between the legs, and the sticky semen was mixed with blood.I grabbed the corner of my clothes and tried to wipe away the traces of shame, but my wrist was immediately firmly grasped and twisted on my waist.The hot breath hit the earlobe, and the covering on the eyes slipped down from the face at once.

What came into view was a pair of sinister and coquettish eyebrows and eyes, with a strange snake-shaped brand on the forehead, like a taboo spell on Pandora's box, as beautiful as a disaster from heaven.

This completely unfamiliar face woke me up a little bit from the dizziness that was both dreamy and dreamy.Doubt, panic, and shame twisted together in my head, making me almost convulsed, and my whole body trembled like chaff.He held my head in his hands and leaned closer.The eyelash feathers that are close at hand hang down like dark clouds, and I catch traces of deja vu from those deep and beautiful eyes.My chaotic mind was easily swayed, and I threw myself into his eyes in confusion.

His breath was closely intertwined with him, and a thick sensual and lustful smell flowed into his mouth and nose.The next moment there was another kiss on the lips.Gentle strength, tasted lightly, as if picking up dewdrops.

The buttocks were lifted up again, placed on a pair of slender thighs, and held in his arms like a child.The python-like waist undulates between my crotch, rubbing against my slippery and soft lower body.The place where he touches him instantly heats up like a fire, and the sex organ bounces between the crotch involuntarily.

"Look, it's much more straightforward than you..."

He bit my earlobe and I shuddered as I was lifted up with one leg on his shoulder.Suddenly his movements stopped, and his fingers tightened my ankle.

"Ah Thien... who did the tattoo for you?" asked almost threateningly.

I looked down in a daze, the different flowers between my legs were shockingly enchanting, the thin vines seemed to wrap around my erect penis, and the red top was like a lewd flower bud.The bottom of the flower stalk is stained with red, white and white liquid, a ferocious snake-shaped tool is pressed against the gully of my buttocks, but it is slightly open as if it is eager to invade.

It was a sight that made me feel so guilty just by looking at it.

I closed my eyes and struggled to close my spread legs, rattling my chains in vain.The buttocks were lifted higher, and the tattooed area was licked by wet lips and tongues, like a snake winding up the legs, licking all the way to the end of my roots.

The excruciating pleasure was like a poison that stimulated me to the point of collapse. I bent my waist, and let out a death-like whimper from my throat.

After venting again, the body was dragged down, and the lower body was caught off guard by a heavy heat.The giant that violated me did not hesitate to enter it, and in this hugging posture, it sprinted from bottom to top.

The tight gully was stretched to the limit, and the body swayed up and down, like a solitary boat in a storm.The pleasure burst in this stormy intercourse, drowning me like a brainstorm, drowning me.

I gritted my teeth weakly and called for help, curled my toes into a ball, and sobbed while bending my neck.Sweat and tears dripped down the chin like rain, and merged into the fitting place under the body.

What greeted me was a more intense conquest and plunder than the previous one.The shackles were released, but I didn't have the slightest strength to struggle. I knelt limply on the ground, with my waist and hips almost hanging in the air to bear the impacts from behind.The mucus accumulated in a small patch under the body along the buttocks, and even the knees were wet.

I felt in a trance that I was trapped in the quagmire of sin, and the aura bestowed by God seemed to fade away like the last ray of consciousness, replaced by a bottomless abyss of lust, swallowing me into it.

The ten fingers were pressed by a pair of overlying palms, and they were inserted into my fingers like hooking on the strings of a piano.The suppressed panting in the ear, the damp hair wrapped around the neck, and the burning lips slowly wandering on the back, as if drawing a picture scroll.

The waist and buttocks are firmly clasped, and the lower body is like a siege army, like a broken bamboo, sometimes hammering, sometimes grinding, and attacking my defense all the way.The acupoints and mouths were pushed in repeatedly, and the lower abdomen was hot and swollen, like a cowhide bag filled with water.

When I was on the verge of orgasm, a huge lightning-like pleasure hit my spine, and my lower body was convulsed and heated up, and a stream of hot liquid soaked my lower body.

I'm incontinent.

Without feeling a trace of shame, the spirit quickly blurred.The soul seems to be far away from me, everything has become vain and unreal, the body is still shaking, but I can only hear the vibrating whine of the iron chain.I don't know how many positions I changed, and I vented a few more times, and the invasion finally stopped.

Vaguely, the body was placed on the ground, the shackles were removed, and the clothes were arranged again.I didn't even have the strength left to open my eyes, like a prisoner who had been tortured for several days, fainted from exhaustion.

tbc

Chapter 57 [XLVII]

It started to rain, gradually extinguishing the billowing black smoke rising from the Roman Colosseum, but it could not calm the screams of the prisoners who were labeled as "anti-Christian heretics".

A grand city building ceremony was reduced to a bloody battlefield and execution ground. This was probably beyond the expectation of the king sitting high on the golden chair.And in the future, there will be many things that he didn't expect, including his life and death.

Looking at the Colosseum in the distance, Hozmir thought coldly.He walked leisurely through the white marble colonnade, and his crimson finery was flowing and light, like a cat overlooking a rat's nest in chaos.

The rain is getting heavier, and the flickering lightning is like a god's carving knife, delineating an endless coastline with twists and turns.

Walking down the long marble stairs, Hozmir's eyes looked far away to the other side of the strait.That continent is the land that he has not set foot in for more than ten years.When he left, the throne was still vacant, but now the dynasty has changed, which is quite different from the turbulent Persia he remembered.

Even though he was thousands of miles away, he still heard about the current grand occasion of the Sasanian Dynasty.His seemingly introverted younger brother is able to govern the country well, which is also what he expected-only 16 years old at the time, he had such iron-blooded wrists, and uprooted the power of Shahrvi from the ruling and opposition parties.How difficult is it to sit firmly on the throne.

If I hadn't expected that I would be found out to be involved with Shahrvi and abscond in private, I am afraid that I would become a thorn in his brother's side and a thorn in his flesh, and be eradicated together.

Bearing the humiliation and slumbering for more than a few years... It is also time to start to regain everything he lost.

It's just that I don't know where his wife and children are now, are they still looking forward to his return and reunion?Is his youngest son still alive?

Looking at the stormy sea surface, he vaguely remembered the night when he fled more than ten years ago.On that ferry, his youngest son had just been born.But he could only look at it for a short moment, and he didn't even have time to give him a name in the future, so he had to give up the responsibility of being a father.

Perhaps, his youngest son had long been buried in the sea, or had died long ago in the hands of his own brother --- the current King Shapur II.His younger brother has long held a grudge against him and Shahrkh for years of power behind the scenes, and knowing that his mother died in the hands of his own poison, how could he be merciful and let his offspring go?

Holzmir smiled wryly and sighed lightly.

However, every time he meets a young man with blue eyes, the hope in his heart will inevitably rekindle, hoping that it is God's grace to allow him to reunite with his blood in the vast ocean of fate.

Speaking of which, the kid he was about to meet had eyes that really looked like his wife's...

"Lord Narmide! Look, how did the door of the forbidden room open?"

The little eunuch who followed behind him walked past him and pointed to the half-closed iron gate in front of him.

Hozmir narrowed his eyes, who would secretly come to the confinement room inside the palace late at night?

With doubts in his arms, he quickened his pace and walked to the door of the confinement room.

The lock in front of the door was still intact, with no signs of being picked.But the guard who was supposed to be standing here was nowhere to be seen.Palace people who made mistakes are usually imprisoned here, receiving punishment or self-punishment, not those who have committed serious crimes.

Constantius ordered that boy to be imprisoned here only out of suspicion, even with the intention of protection, because he was afraid that if it was found out that he was the real Prince Arshak, not an assassin, his reputation would be damaged. , would damage relations between Rome and Armenia.

But some people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic...

Hozmir's heart tightened, he opened the lock, pushed the door and walked in alone.

The room was pitch black, and there was a strange and strong fishy smell in the air, which smelled indescribably charming.

He took out the fire and lit a candle lamp, and opened the iron door of the confinement room at the end.

Then dimly lit, he found a person lying on the ground.It is still possible to see the ups and downs of breathing—this made him heave a sigh of relief, and then he noticed something unusual.A black cloth was placed under the boy's body, his hair was soaked, and his face was covered in a mess. Although the clothes on his body were tied, they were loose and loose, and the hem of the clothes was torn, as if he had been severely punished.

Without permission, who dares to lynch the people in the confinement room?

Holzmir brought the candlestick closer.The fire shone brightly on the young man's body, coating his sweaty skin with a soft halo, and outlining his handsome and sharp profile.

His breathing was disordered, his crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were wet tears in the corners of his eyes, as if he was deeply trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.The natural arrogance that was revealed when we first met him was gone. At this moment, the young man curled up his body, like a dying animal that was skinned and boned, and abandoned here.

He thought of those blue eyes reflecting the sun, like glaciers frozen in winter, he could tell at a glance that this kid must have a personality that rarely sheds tears.

Sharp as a blade, but also very easy to break.

Feeling an inexplicable pity suddenly in his heart, Hozmir leaned down, stroked the boy's messy hair, and moved the boy's hand that was tightly clutching the skirt, wanting to examine the injury for him.

The boy's body curled up extremely tightly, as if he was still in a coma and still had a little defense.Hozmir carefully uncovered his soaked clothes, his hands froze in mid-air——

The speckled and ambiguous red marks are like the rampant plague, extending from the chest to the abdomen, and reaching between the legs that are powerless to spread apart. The shame cloth is crumpled and pulled to the knees, allowing him to see it at a glance. A soft and seductive secret.Although it has obviously been cleaned up, the mottled bruises and dried up fluid near the gluteal cleft can still be seen clearly. It looks like it has been severely ravaged, and more than once.

What surprised him even more than this scene was the scar in the shape of a half moon on the boy's right calf.

It was a deep tooth mark.

His legs were heavy and weak as if injected with lead, and the man's usual calmness and reserve seemed to collapse in an instant. He half-kneeled down at once, and hugged the unconscious young man into his arms, just like holding a crying young child back then.I never thought that this mark left with a glimmer of hope would become a miracle today.

The head hanging on his shoulders was wet, and a trace of warm liquid wet his chest.

He suddenly felt at a loss like a mother who had just given birth, and subconsciously patted the boy's thin back.With this child's personality, if he wakes up and remembers what happened to him, what should he do...

As he stroked the boy's forehead tremblingly, a thought suddenly jumped out of his chaotic and turbulent thoughts.What I can do myself, maybe I can only make him forget tonight, so that there will be less pain.Recalling the spells he learned from the ancient books of witchcraft that recorded Shahelv's generation, he murmured in the boy's ear.

Feeling the breathing in the ear gradually stabilized, a self-deprecating wry smile appeared on the man's face.

Countless times, he used these spells to plot against his enemies. If Constantius hadn't had the stigmata protection, he would have died under his exquisite and skillful witchcraft, but the first time he cast the spell was out of...love.

What should I do? I originally planned to remove the suspicion for this kid, keep it by my side, and polish it into a knife that can be used.But thousands of calculations, I didn't expect to include my own flesh and blood.

He touched the tools in his arms that were supposed to be used for tattooing, and his eyes fell on the bright red flowers blooming on the skin of the boy's thighs, and he felt a stinging pain in his eyes.He should be glad that it really exists, but now he can't wait to cut it.

Is it to avenge my betrayal?

His pupils shrank, and Hozmir remembered the look in the eyes of the people on the throne when he looked back at the moment he left the Armenian palace gate and threw himself into Constantine's arms.

Despite the man's forgiving gesture, he read a humiliating hatred in those eyes.

There is nothing more vicious than this form of revenge.

Heart like a knife.Hozmir lifted the boy in his arms up, and with a twitch of his heart, he slowly released him and put him on the ground.Due to the current timing, perhaps it would be a better choice to keep him here.Sending him to Constantius now would be a risky move with no chance of winning.This child seems to be smart, but the city is too shallow, and he is not good at confusing people. He is completely different from himself...

With mixed feelings in his chest, he took a deep breath, and raised his voice to order: "Go and report to Augustus, and call the imperial doctor, the prince is injured."

At this time, the boy suddenly trembled in his arms, and let out a small moan.

He hurriedly lowered his head to check, and found that there seemed to be some foreign object moving in the abdomen covered by the clothes.This startled him, and he hurriedly unbuttoned the hem of the boy's clothes——on the tight and flat belly, there was a slight bulge, which disappeared in an instant, as if a woman was pregnant, and there was a baby moving inside her body.

Hozmir's complexion changed.He rested his trembling hands on his son's abdomen, and felt the squirming and pulsating of the foreign body under the skin in disbelief.He was stunned for a while in shock, and then vaguely remembered that he had read a certain ancient book that recorded the evil secret technique of ancient Egyptian reproductive worship, which could make a man impregnate through intercourse.

What kind of person wants to do this?

"Who's here?"

A deep and lazy voice drifted over from the silence.Hozmir was slightly taken aback.

Under the moonlight, several figures were reflected in front of the iron gate. The leading man was dressed in a long black gold-edged robe, holding a copy of the "New Testament" in his hand, and his slightly drawn lips under the mask were like blood. gorgeous.Behind him was a young monk who often accompanied the emperor. The two of them seemed to have just come down from the royal chapel above before passing this cell.

"I'm offended, His Majesty Yuriyans. I came to take care of Prince Arshak according to His Majesty's will. Someone took advantage of the turmoil tonight and... did something wrong to the prince."

"Something wrong?" Narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man asked casually, "Who is so bold, dare to touch my brother's man? He is chanting in the church, Narmide, you go and tell him Say it."

"Wait, there is a devil's breath here."

The monk named Rabda walked up to the iron gate, made a sign of the cross on his chest, and walked in.Yuriyans stood reservedly at the door without taking a step.The priest's black clothes gave him an ascetic posture, as if it was a sin to enter this prison that exudes a special smell.

Hozmir noticed on his neck, a bulging vein pulsating slightly under his almost transparent white skin.The whites of his eyes were red, as if he had just calmed down from extreme excitement.

"Your Majesty... have you been in church with Augustus just now?"

He suppressed his slightly wavy breathing, as if ten years ago he was asking that frail young man who played the harp calmly after wiping off the blood on his hands.

And this time, the other party made a hissing gesture in front of his lips as before.He knew he wouldn't say it, they had needed each other and used each other for years.

Relying on Yuriyans, he was able to get in touch with the remnants of Shahrvi, and united with his barbarian army, he would have a force that could compete with his brother's undead army.

And this time, the painful price he paid was no longer himself, but his own flesh and blood.

Holzmir's breathing suddenly tightened.

"This, this, this is terrible! Prince Arshak's body has been corrupted by the devil and needs to be exorcised! I also found this!" Rabuda came out in a panic, holding a bag in his hand. A shiny thing.

It was an eagle-shaped ornament with a piece of red cloth glued to the back.

—It was torn from the robe of a high-ranking general.

A strange guess emerged in Hozmir's mind. With an extremely complicated mood, he took a deep look at the young man beside him.

"ta-ta-"

When the sound of slow and heavy footsteps sounded from the steps, the rainstorm calmed down.

Hozmir raised his eyes and saw that Constantius was looking down at the things Rabda handed him, with a dim expression.With his back against the light, his figure with a tall crown and drooping shoulders looks like an old and vicious vulture.

When the dawn rises, preparations for a banquet called a feast that is actually a trial will begin. At that time, no one knows that this is the beginning of the change of dynasties and stars under the dome of the Eurasian continent.

Chapter 58 [XLVIII] Clearing the Clouds and Seeing the Sun

In a daze, I had a splitting headache, and there was a foreign body bouncing in my abdomen, which made my stomach churn.

A feeling of nausea flooded my throat, I couldn't help retching a few times, and woke up.

As soon as I moved, I realized that my hands and feet were bound by cloth strips, a piece of silk cloth was draped over my stripped body, and a golden cross was placed on my chest.What is this for?Is there any ceremony?

what happened?

I shook my head, feeling a little drowsy, and vaguely remembered what happened before the coma——I broke into the arena to find Flaviz, disturbed the ceremony, and was arrested as a result, presumably my identity was also suspected.Despite the pointlessness of regret, I can't help feeling a strong sense of self-blame.

Because selfishness ruined the whole operation.Too bad... what about Ishkad and them?

I looked around nervously, there was a stained glass window above my head, the big cross was against the light, and two intertwined black silhouettes fell down.I was bound like a martyr on the cross, on a bed.

This is a closed room, and the smell of incense permeates the whole room.A brass door was on my left, closed tightly, and there was a faint voice of Latin conversation coming through.

I could tell that the word "assassin" was mentioned in their discussion, so I listened carefully and tried to untie my hands and feet.The good news is that I was cleared of my assassination charge, and a real assassin was caught trying to kill Constantius and thrown in a cell for interrogation.The bad news is that I was "infested by the devil" last night and will be left here to undergo some cleansing ritual.

Who will be the assassin who will take the blame for me?

What happened last night, did something happen to me while I was unconscious?

I tried to recall, but the sound of the chains crashing and people's panting echoed in my mind, but the rest was a blur.

Maybe someone did something to me... Anyway, it's always right to get out of here first.

Biting off the disturbing cloth strip of one hand, I was about to turn sideways to free the other hand when the door was pushed open with a "click".I quickly closed my eyes, pretended not to wake up, and listened to the movement with my ears.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to come in person? The devil possessed by Prince Arshak may be very dangerous. Think about those heretics possessed in the arena..."

"This is an order from Augustus. I have learned to fight curses since I was a child. Is there anyone better at exorcising magic than me?" The laughter of a familiar man floated in through the crack of the door.

My whole body tensed up involuntarily—that was Yuriyans.

My heart was beating very fast suddenly, and an inexplicable emotion clenched my throat tightly, making my breathing difficult. At the same time, I felt that there seemed to be a blood vessel in my abdomen squirming like a pulse, which was very strange.

Hearing the sound of footsteps entering the door and the sound of the lock being lightly fastened, my whole body froze with vigilance.

The creaking sound of cloth rubbing against each other all the way to the side.The bed sank, and something touched my cheek, it was a moist sponge, gently wiping the sweat off my face.

This gesture is so familiar that it makes my heart palpitate.

The sponge on the face slowly moved to the chest, the silk cloth covering the body was removed, and a few strands of water flowed down the abdomen to the legs, and it was cold, seeping into the buttocks.

I opened my eyes all of a sudden, and my eyes were drawn into a pair of half-squinted deep pupils.He was looking down at me, dressed in black like a dark cloud from the sky, covering me under the shadow of his body.The legs were spread far apart, with a layer of fabric between them, and his knees were pressed against the insides of my thighs.

"Does it hurt?" His waist was tightened by his palm, and a soft question came from his ear.

The palm seemed to be hot against the skin, and I stared at him for some unknown reason, but an inexplicable strange feeling struck my heart.A trace of numbness climbed down the tailbone, and I involuntarily tightened the muscles of my legs and clamped his waist.There was a sound of breathing close at hand, and I reacted immediately, and loosened my legs in a hurry and embarrassment—but I had to spread them even further.

It seems to be deliberately welcoming people.

The ears were hot all over, I raised my only movable hand subconsciously and punched him, but he caught it firmly, held it in his hand and kissed gently.The hand around the waist slowly slid down the silk cloth, and the fingers brushed over my navel.

I broke free from his hand, grabbed the tip of the cross on my chest and pressed it against his throat.A suspicion stuck in my throat, I looked at the mask, but couldn't speak.The navel that was touched by him shrank slightly, and I couldn't help but startled. Could it be that I was really possessed by some demon?

"Don't be afraid..." Yuliyans put one hand on the side of my head and leaned over slightly, his breath was moist, revealing an unspeakable ambiguity, "This is the 'battle result' of last night..."

"Last night? What happened last night?" I propped open his chest that was too close, but the gap between my legs was filled even tighter by his waist, and my whole lower body felt weak for a while.An unspeakable conjecture popped into my mind, but I immediately dispelled it.absolutely impossible...

I stared at him suspiciously.The smile under the mask faded.He stared at me thoughtfully, with rare anger flickering in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "It's him."

"Who are you talking about?"

His eyes wavered slightly, with a half-smile: "You want to see that person."

My heart skipped a beat suddenly, and I stared at the mask intently.His demeanor is elusive, and it seems to me to be probing and suggestive.I was flustered, the tip of my tongue was trembling, as if I was climbing a mountain, and I didn't dare to do it overnight: "Is Flaviz reborn...is he still alive?"

"You want to know where he hides? I can tell you..." He leaned into my ear.

I nodded hurriedly, feeling like a hungry cat being lured to food, I have never been so well-behaved.In a blink of an eye, he took the opportunity to wrap his body into his arms.The earlobe was close to his lips, and when he sucked it lightly, I shivered sensitively.

"Unexpectedly, you, a rebellious little wild cat, are quite infatuated." A chuckle pierced into the eardrums, disturbing the mind.

There was a ray of moisture on the cheek, and before he could react, a kiss landed on the cheek.All of a sudden, my ears were hot, and I realized that I wanted to hide, but his embrace was tightly bound like a spider's silk, making it impossible for me to escape.The waist and hips are tightly attached to him.With my legs wide open, I hurriedly earned a little space to sit up, and he bent down and pressed me down, holding me between his arms.

"Let me exorcise demons for you... by the way, help you recall what happened last night, how about it?" He asked softly as if coaxing, the tip of his nose touching mine.The cross was pulled away by his fingers and rested on my lower abdomen.unspeakable