who moved my coffin

The ghost legend of the old castle in Ireland is one of the most attractive local tourist gimmicks. In order to attract tourists and increase income, locals are willing to dress up as vampires, ghosts or wizards on different occasions to attract guests. Some people really want to make money, while others It's a joke for performance art lovers, and of course, if you do meet a personable vampire or mysterious wizard, you may not be able to distinguish them from some of the above-mentioned local youths and artists.

This gave the real vampires a chance to hunt in an open and honest manner. The old and strong ones didn't mind coming out for food when the sun was not so hot, while the cubs mostly chose to come out to hunt at night.

Bartra Eugene, a 480-year-old vampire boy, likes to go out for a walk at dusk. He is a poetic vampire youth, and he has an almost stubborn preference for the beautiful background of the time of magic.

Batra is a gentle young man of the blood family who maintains good noble habits. He has a soft and sensitive heart, and an indomitable passion for chasing love.

He is always so easy to fall in love at first sight, and then start a crazy pursuit, and finally integrate the other party into his blood when the love reaches the peak of passion. forever in his memory.

So, when he casually strolled under the castle walls under the setting sun, when he saw the boy bathed in the dim light for the first time, he knew that his love had come again.

The other party turned his head just in time, and showed a smile that overwhelmed all living beings in his direction. His golden-green eyes were clear with ignorance of the world, and his skin was as smooth as silk. Bartra's Adam's apple couldn't help swallowing. After a moment, the sharp fangs were almost exposed uncontrollably.

He involuntarily followed the boy's gaze and looked behind him. A tall man in Arabic attire was looking at the boy affectionately, with a doting smile on his face.

Obviously, they are a couple of homosexuals, Bartra thought disdainfully, why are all the good grasses chewed by animals?

Batra hates people in Arab attire. These people left a bad impression on him, because many of these guys who call themselves chiefs act like nouveau riche. They buy a lot of old castles, but they remodel them beyond recognition. Losing the charm of the old castle, Batra once saw these people roast whole lamb in the old castle with a magnificent history.

If it weren't for the rules of avoiding the world to hinder Batra, he would have let these guys who are not gorgeous and artistic have all met their Allah.

How can such a person be worthy of that boy who is as clear as an elf?Batra did not hide the contempt in his eyes, and watched coldly the tall Arab man slowly walking over to embrace the angel in his heart.

"Huh?" Bartra was pleasantly surprised to see the boy put his arms around the tall man, put his eyes on the man's shoulders and looked at Bartra himself curiously, as if surprised by Bartra's handsomeness and demeanor, and showed him a sweet smile smile.

It was this smile that strengthened Bartra's determination to win her love.

"Baby, wait for me..." Bartra showed what he thought was the most charming smile, lightly put his finger on his lips, and sent a seductive blown kiss to the boy's suddenly widened almond eyes .

The boy froze for a moment, then squinted his eyes, showing a cat-like expression, and turned his head mischievously.

******

"What are you doing?" Imerton hugged Cyrus, his hot and humid breath lingering on Cyrus' earlobe, "Syrus, what are you thinking, I seem to feel that you have a new prank again?"

Cyrus grinned, turned around, leaned on Imerton's arms, and looked at the open scenery in front of the castle, "Imerton, if someone wants to take me away from you, what will you do?"

The waist was suddenly embraced fiercely, and Imerton growled in a hurry, "Who? Who dares to covet you? That Vidi Gunther? Or other gods, Cyrus, have you spied the conspiracy of fate again?"

Cyrus smiled mischievously and remained silent. Anxious Imerton turned him around, put his forehead against Cyrus's, and begged, "Tell me, Cyrus, who is plotting against us? I will never allow Any man or god take you away from me!"

Cyrus looked at Imerton whose complexion changed drastically, stroked Imerton's cheek with some emotion, and said with a narrow smile, "It's not that serious, my dear, it's just an insignificant little bug, don't you think , since we have a lot of time to spend together, it would be too boring if we had some fun for ourselves... Ahhh!"

Before Cyrus finished speaking, Imerton kissed his lips angrily and amusedly. After a burst of hot and wet kisses, Imerton bit Cyrus' earlobe and mumbled, "You You can play however you want, but first, you have to feed me..."

Cyrus rolled his eyes to the sky, and patted Imerton's shoulder angrily, "Feed you? How can I feed you? You can't get out of bed for a month like last time?"

Imerton showed a smug smile, buried his head in Cyrus' neck, and breathed in the smell of Cyrus greedily, "Or, I can feed you?"

Cyrus squinted his eyes, looked at Bartra in the distance, whose jealousy was about to turn into substance, licked his lips, showed an aggrieved expression, and said softly, "Then tonight?"

Imerton chuckled under his breath, smug.

Cyrus also smiled, looking at Bartra in the distance, looking very attractive.

******

Batra waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need the guidance of the waiter, and walked into the elevator. This luxurious hotel was rebuilt from an old castle. Batra liked the decoration style inside, so he was very familiar with the room settings inside.

What's more, those two people were very eye-catching, and the service personnel were very impressed with them. They lived in the most luxurious suite in the hotel, they were inseparable, and they did not shy away from their ambiguous relationship.

Bartra was in a slightly sour mood. The boy he fancied was in love with an annoying upstart in a hotel, which made Bartra, who was a bit of a clean freak, very upset.

While he was thinking about how to hold that little thing in his arms and caress him well, he was also thinking about how to deal with that annoying upstart chief, just thinking about the boy's smooth skin made him harden unconsciously, his steps were a little stiff, his throat A little dry.

Standing in front of the ornate door, the sharp hearing of the vampire allowed him to hear the groans in the room without any difficulty.

"Ah, um...don't, slow down...damn it, don't be so rude!" The boy complained panting, Batra's ears almost stood up, his pupils became a vertical line, he licked his lips, and he reached out to touch to the door.

"...Little rascal, you're teasing me again!" The obnoxious tall man spoke with a contented tone, obviously they had just had a satisfying and happy event.

"You're teasing me too!" Batra thought grimly, he pushed open the door nimbly, and walked in, walking with the usual elegance of a blood race, with a ferocious smile gradually appearing on his face.

Walking through the hall, the corners of his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the scenery along the road, the torn clothes, the littered underwear, the broken flowers, the delicate chains, handcuffs, and whips. There was a series of intense and dizzy scenes, his lips were a little chapped, he licked them again, and sniffed, sure enough, the air was filled with a musky scent.

Unable to bear the temptation of longing like a cat's paw any longer, Bartra rushed into the half-open bedroom with a stride, and rushed towards the entangled figure on the KINGSIZE bed with red eyes.

"Bang", this was the sound of Bartra being thrown against the wall and hit hard. Even a body as strong as the Sanguine couldn't resist the furious Imerton's swing.

Batra was a little dizzy for a while, blinking and blinking as if he hadn't recovered.

"Damn it, you little bastard, you dare to provoke me!" Imerton was interrupted when he was in high spirits. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Cyrus under him laughing loudly, with beads of sweat still on his face. His face was still rosy after passion.

"Huh?" Imerton quickly realized that he could slip into the bedroom without knowing it, and it was clear that Cyrus was being mischievous again.

"It turns out that you are not an ordinary human being either!" Bartra stood up slowly with a sullen face, looked at Imerton full of vigilance, but was attracted by Cyrus under Imerton in a blink of an eye.

I saw Cyrus leaning his neck up and sighing softly, beads of sweat slipped down his ears, passed through the delicate collarbone with purple hickey marks, the small dogwood, and then disappeared at the intersection with Imerton. The scene stunned Bartra, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

"Huh? Who are you?" Cyrus pursed his lips and chuckled, blinking his eyes, his expression was so innocent.

"Cyrus!" Imerton growled. He pulled the sheet to cover Cyrus' body, and looked back at Bartra with unkind eyes, but Cyrus moved under him, and suddenly His attention shifted to their still joined bodies.

"Don't make trouble!" Emerton found himself feeling a little embarrassed again, but Cyrus was teasing him, avoiding it deliberately.

"I hate it!" Cyrus glanced at him, opened his mouth slightly on purpose, his eyes became sad and resentful, he pouted and said silently to Batra, "defeat him, I'm yours...".

A hint of teasing flashed across those golden-green eyes, and Batra instantly felt his brain blur, and his mind was filled with the alluring figure of this boy named Cyrus.

"Ah!" The blood race unleashes its most powerful force and rushes towards the man occupying the boy, determined to rescue his sweetheart.

Imerton was furious, and was about to attack Bartra with his backhand, but Cyrus grabbed his wrist suddenly, and suddenly fell into a warm package under his body.

"Damn it!" Imerton, who couldn't free his hands, suddenly grew three huge bone spurs on his back, and pierced Bartra who was rushing behind him at once, and then the bone spurs stretched and stretched automatically, piercing the poor Batra threw it away and threw it against the wall again until a crack was punched in the wall.

"I'm going to punish you, naughty bastard!" Emerton yelled, and began to pound violently.

"Ah... bastard, help!" Cyrus screamed, struggling with his hands and feet, which made Imerton stunned for a while, and then he simply started to move fiercely regardless of his care.

Cyrus was crying loudly, but this seemingly fierce struggle had no strength at all. Instead, his weak appearance made Imerton excited.

"Ah, you're going to die!" Batra, who has a strong recovery ability, watched her sweetheart struggle under the demon with tearing eyes, regardless of her unhealed body, she once again threw herself at Imerton Fighting, trying to rescue the little poor.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The poor vampire youth was swatted to the wall by the bone spur or the huge granulation on Imerton's back again and again, until the wall was completely smashed through a hole.

But he couldn't save his sweetheart at all, the powerful monster beat fiercely on the boy's body again and again, until the boy's screams gradually turned into panting and moaning, with a hint of intoxication.

Accompanied by the heartbroken and desperate sounds of the blood youth, and Imerton's low growls from time to time, Cyrus fell asleep sweetly amidst the boisterous sounds that shook the sky.

Heh, it's so comfortable. What kind of eccentricity is listening to rock and roll to sleep? Our Cyrus' hobbies are even more special.

"Honey, take a breath, I will wake up tomorrow to play!"

The author has something to say: poor vampire, he has become a toy!