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His Majesty the Pope has an office and a dormitory. There is a secret door connecting the two rooms, which is convenient for His Majesty to enter and exit. Usually, unless His Majesty allows it, the attendant priests cannot enter and exit through this door. They can only knock on the front door outside. Entry is only possible after obtaining the Pope's permission.

But inside the office, there is another secret door, which is the various passages leading to the Holy See, and it is also used as a last resort to escape. After Yannick took office, this secret door had a different purpose.

At this moment, there is a cute cat lying between His Majesty's legs, but the things that this cat does are not very cute.

Anse: Darling, you're just the right size, perfect size, look, I opened my mouth wide enough to fit it in, that nasty mage won't serve you like I do?

"You... um... let go first... I have something to say..." The silver-haired priest frowned, afraid that he would accidentally bite himself off, so he didn't dare to reach out and pull back.

Anse: Then I need you to make a promise.

Yannick: "...What guarantee?"

Anse: You are mine for the next week, don't let that mage get near you.

Yannick: "..."

Ans: I'm very jealous of him, Your Majesty. I still remember the scene that made me sad after you woke up. You even recognized that idiot mage at a glance, but you didn't recognize me!Even though he knew you before me, my dear, my heart for you is no less than his. Does it mean that he is more important than me in your heart!

Yannick: "... Who made you grow a beard, I almost thought it was Gustav, it's normal to not recognize it and... ah!"

The tip was rubbed and licked by the rough tip of the tongue until tears were dripping. It was a sweet torture. This level of teasing was not enough for a man, but His Majesty felt that it was too much for a cat to release him. He spoke heavily, and his thoughts wandered on the edge of reason and emotion again and again, and he wanted to save face and suffer. In this case, he had to maintain his image. The consequence of not wanting the other party to change back to human form was that he was so stimulated that he almost jumped When he got up, the thing was stabbed lightly by the canine teeth, which caused another round of stimulation, and made His Majesty the Pope couldn't help moaning, and it took him a long time to finish speaking.

"...and something that can be forgiven! Ansel Kapeln, I will let you, um... change back to human form!" The silver-haired priest couldn't bear it anymore, he arched his body and moved back a little bit, thinking He wanted to withdraw himself from the cat's mouth, but before he could turn his ideal into reality, the escape route behind him was completely blocked.

"???" The black cat was still between his legs, and behind him was...? !

Oh, here comes my most hated idiot, without a doubt the most hideous human being I've ever seen.Anse's voice rang lazily in his head.

"Chris..." Yannick turned his head, and there was a signal for help in his eyes.

The blood prince was even more upset, his sharp teeth were gently grinding the hard toy in his mouth, and with a little more force, he felt satisfied that the priest's body trembled slightly, softening into a puddle of spring water.

In terms of technology, Ans is very proud. After more than 1000 years of training, he is much better than a beginner mage.He saw that Chris had been there for so long and there was no movement, and he wanted to let him see how much Yannick couldn't do without him, so he worked harder.

Chris didn't make the move to pick up the black cat rashly and throw it out. After all, he was the prince of the blood clan, and his strength was not inferior to him. Even though Chris had the advantage in long-distance combat, in close combat, of course, it was the vampire who won by speed. Absolute advantage.

If you can't fight with martial arts, then use another method. The black-clothed mage is never stupid.

Chris embraced the priest from behind, stretched out his hand to pinch the priest's chin, lowered his head and hooked the priest's tongue, and forcibly divided the other party's attention from the black cat.

As a good student with a high comprehension ability, Chris expressed no pressure.

Yannick didn't eat breakfast, and he was still wearing a nightgown.Of course, the loose nightgown is much easier to manipulate than the priest's robe. The mage used the "advanced cutting, stickless and silent magic" he just learned to cut a hole in His Majesty's nightgown, and then slipped his hand directly between the two strands along the hole. between the buttocks, and press on the still tightly closed acupuncture point.

The silver-haired Pope gasped, one after the other, he was firmly stuck on the bed, with nowhere to escape.

Only then did the vampire realize that the mage seems to have a better location than him...

This realization made him even more upset. He spit out the priest's baby from his mouth, and the black cat arched its body and turned back into a human form. The beard on his face had been cleaned up, and he looked as young and handsome as before.

It doesn't matter, the blood prince thought, with my superb ability, I will definitely defeat the mage completely, hum, the real weakness of a man is in the front, and the back can only be regarded as an embellishment at best!

The gazes of the mage and the vampire collided in the air, sparking a hostile spark.

The east wind is blowing, and the war drums are beating, whoever is more afraid than technology!

Oh no, the writing style is wrong, it should be that the beauty and grace of His Majesty the Pope made them all have the desire to conquer!

It is a pity that His Majesty the Pope, who was invisible as a "trophy", could not detect the turbulent waves between the two, because at this time the emotional tide in him had just been activated, and he was trying to forcefully suppress it and try to maintain his dignity.

"I think I have something very important to do, you... um!"

Before the words were finished, a finger poked into the hole, and the unlubricated back hole accepted the dry finger jerky. Yannick could even feel the shape of the finger. Chris's finger was long and slender, neither thick nor thick. Thin, due to the long-term refining of magic potions, thin calluses grew on the fingers, but this only made the sensitive and silky back acupuncture points more sensitive. No—because the front end of His Majesty the Pope is also held by the vampire at this time, which is different from the cat-shaped mouth, which is relatively small after all. After transforming back into a human shape, it is much easier for Ans to hold the semi-rigid utensil with one hand. The other hand touched His Majesty's chest, pinched the light-colored bump, and repeatedly pressed it with his fingertips.

Yannick's body was tensed up by his movements, and of course he shrank back, blocking the progress of Chris' fingers—so far, Ans's goal was completely achieved.

"What important things do you have, more important than entertaining us, His Majesty the Pope? You must know that since you woke up, we have not touched you for your body. Shouldn't you make up for it now? ?” His smile was full of malice.

Chris didn't speak, he's always been a man of action, since he couldn't put his fingers in, he withdrew, unexpectedly refreshing, and then slightly raised Yannick's waist, making him kneel and sit with split legs The posture completely exposes the snow-white buttocks, and then holds the two lumps of soft meat with both hands and rubs them, as if enjoying the ecstasy soft touch, but the expression on the face is still serious, just looking at the expression will definitely not make people think of it. to his current actions.

Ans sneered, and Yannick's attempt to escape was still alive. He simply took the two silk ribbons tied with the curtain, tied His Majesty's wrists together firmly, and made the other party want to escape. The evil heart was completely killed in the cradle, and the other silk ribbon was used to tie the root of the other party's hardened utensils to prevent His Majesty from premature ejaculation.

After doing all this, he took the initiative to come forward with a smile, kissed His Majesty the Pope on the mouth, and said, "Look at how considerate I am to you, can the person behind you do this?"

Chris snorted and looked at him coldly: "He didn't even recognize you, what face do you have to say that?"

The mage's words directly hit the vampire's bruise. He didn't show anger when he looked at His Majesty's watery eyes, but his smile deepened: "Dear Your Majesty, do you think so too?"

How dare Yannick nod at such a time, the silver-haired priest who thought he was very knowledgeable shook his head desperately.

But he was soon speechless, because the blood prince didn't even want to get his answer, so he just sealed his mouth.

The mage was not to be outdone, as if he had had enough of kneading, he finally showed mercy and let go of the red snow ball, and poked into the small mouth that had been almost relaxed just now.

I don't know what kind of liquid was on the finger, it was cold and wet, and the body of the silver-haired priest couldn't help but tremble, but that finger didn't show sympathy for him at all, it didn't seem to notice his discomfort, it moved slowly but forcefully Gradually deepen.

The stiff body was softened little by little, and the sensitive intestinal wall was opened up little by little, as if it had just discovered delicious food. The back acupoint was like a belated mouth, which swallowed the fingers in one breath, and followed the will of the owner. Every movement, savoring the delicious taste of the fingers with the bowel wall, crying out for more or bigger things to come in.

Yannick gasped impatiently.

He clearly felt the shape of his fingers in his body. The mage's slender and well-articulated fingers had already penetrated deeply, even imitating the real thrusting action, pulling out, stabbing in, and because the fingers were more flexible, they even stayed there. Slowly turn in the depths, crush and explore the real sensitive spots.

Suddenly, Yannick's body bounced heavily, the movement was so big that the vampire who was fighting hard in front almost bit his nipple.

"Is it here?" The mage's low voice rang in his ears.

His Majesty the Pope was so irritated that he couldn't speak. He shook his head desperately. His long silver hair fell from his back, and some strands fell to his buttocks. Sticking to the pink tender meat brought out by fingers, it becomes more and more fragrant.

The mage looked down at the scene where his fingers were being greedily bitten by his back hole, and felt that the heat was almost ready, so he directly took out his dick and prepared to fight in real life.

Unexpectedly, at this time, An Si seemed to have anticipated his movement, and squeezed the baby in his hand hard.

"Ah!" Yannick couldn't help crying, and his body also leaned forward. The cry was not only pain, but also the pleasure that was about to reach climax.

So the mage's real guy followed the trend and slid to the side, missing the heart.

Chris: "..."

Ans gave him a smug smile, raised the waist of His Majesty the Pope at an elegant but not slow speed, and directly stabbed him with a gun!

Because of the lubricated prelude, the thick and long utensils not only did not attract resistance, but went in very smoothly to the end. The long-empty back hole was hungry, and as soon as it tasted the long-lost delicious food, it couldn't wait to swallow it. Meirou tightly gripped the meat column layer by layer, and would never let go.

Chris: "..."

Ans smiled in satisfaction. He even held Yannick's waist on purpose and gave it a few hard pushes, causing His Majesty the Pope to gasp, allowing Chris to clearly see the scene where the fruits of his revolution were completely stolen.

As the person involved, Yannick could no longer tell the difference between south, east and north, not to mention the turbulent undercurrent between the two of them. His usual shrewdness was thrown away. His eyes were misty and full of tears, staring at the vampire in front of him absent-mindedly. In fact, there is no focal length at all, the body is soft and docile at the mercy, and the mind has long been immersed in the emotional tide that cannot be extricated.

The mage miscalculated a move, but did not show any anger. He pursed his lips, held Yannick's waist directly, and prevented the vampire from opening and closing. Squeezed a finger into the joint that seemed to have no gaps, groped along the lubricated flesh wall a few times, squeezed another finger in, and successfully attracted His Majesty the Pope's more horrified cry.

"No, no, let me go..."

But his resistance has been completely ignored by the two of them, for fear of hurting him, Ans did not hold him forcefully to avoid, so Chris's three fingers were able to get their own place smoothly.

This time the mage didn't waste any more time, he just pricked his finger a few times, then withdrew his finger, and directly replaced it with the scorching instrument he had been waiting for for a long time.

"!!!" Yannick shook his head desperately, his long silver hair rippling in gorgeous ripples behind him, he couldn't imagine how he could fit into a place that was usually so small that he couldn't even get a finger into it at the same time Two thick and long meat utensils, and I dare not look down.

His body was manipulated into a kneeling posture. Two men, one in front of the other, pinned his body firmly like a wedge, and used his body as a battlefield to confront each other. Both of them hoped to win the favor of His Majesty the Pope. More important position and evaluation in .

However, in the center of the storm vortex, His Majesty the Pope could no longer react. His mouth was slightly open, and the saliva from the kiss just flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his sweaty silver hair stuck to his blushing cheeks. , the originally fair body has been covered with a thin layer of red, and the eyes are dazed and overwhelmed by desire and controlled.

Anyone who sees this face will never associate it with the noble and gentle His Majesty the Pope!

Time has become a useless decoration for the three of them, and the poor documents abandoned by His Majesty the Pope are lying alone on the table, waiting for the day when the master rings them again.

The obscene smell and suppressed moans were completely isolated in the Pope's room through a door.

Norman, who was still standing outside devotedly to his duty, looked down at his pocket watch, thinking that it was all over. Has His Majesty finished his breakfast? Do you want to go in and have a look?