HP's Kiss of Eternity

Cold lips, hot tongue.Extreme rebellion, extreme torture.

Gradually rapid breathing spewed in the ears.

The warm breath enveloped the entire auditory space as the lip line closed.The smooth and sensitive tip of the tongue pressed repeatedly on the earballs, and then ravaged along the arc of the ear.The teeth gently bite the cartilage of the helix and cut and grind it.

The fiery kiss lingered on the earlobe, until the smell of blood from the tip of the nose dyed a pair of eyes a terrifying crimson.

With the kisses spreading from the ears to the base of the neck, the sharp teeth touched the blood vessels that were so thin that they were about to be burst by the rushing blood.

The soft tongue is very attached to this fragile skin, and the repeated licking leaves little water stains, making the sweet food even more delicious.

The nerves were tortured by the fangs that were about to pierce the skin in the next moment, and completely lost the ability to stretch.

Along with the breath of fear and stiffness permeating the depths of the soul, it is the temperature of every cell in the body that is constantly rising due to provocation.

Fear and anxiety made the throat even lose the ability to swallow.

A contemptuous laugh exploded in my ears: "I'm going to bite you, are you afraid?"

The temperature instantly ignited with the rapid acceleration of the heartbeat, like a stream of hot magma flowing out from there, seeping directly into the bones of the limbs and bones.

The cloth covering the body was torn inch by inch, but the body was too stiff to resist at all.

"Don't resist, or I'll bite you!"

The fiery pain and the ruthless crushing of the field of will washed away the remaining consciousness in a blink of an eye.

The feeling of being burned to ashes by the fire floated in the chaos, until he met a coldness that shivered with fear.

Touching it hesitantly, the next second, the coldness swept over him, until it drowned him.

The exclamation that was about to come out was blocked in the throat by the turbulent cold current, and even a whimper was released.

Until the feeling of suffocation exploded in his chest, a hole was severely torn open in the prison cage.The long-lost oxygen poured in.

"Father, father, wake up! Father!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, Scorpius' anxious and almost crazy expression crashed into Lucius' vision.

hot……

Moving his throat with difficulty, Lucius couldn't even pronounce a single syllable.

The raging flames from nowhere engulfed the whole body, and the half of the body that still had consciousness seemed to realize that the other half that was out of control had been scorched into charcoal.And the steady stream of holding the last position for him, the coldness of dispelling the flames came from the direction of the voice in his ear.

Scorpius wrapped his body around as much of Lucius's skin as he could get his hands on.

The cold body temperature of the blood race is currently the only way to suppress the high fever.

Lucius' eyelids struggled, closing and opening.

Scorpius didn't know if he could still hear himself, but he didn't dare to hold him a little bit loosely, shouting.

The high heat expanding in the air is getting hotter and hotter, until at a certain moment, they seem to have touched some impassable boundary, and with a swipe, they retract to an undetectable point at a faster speed than before, and there is nothing in the blink of an eye. trace.

Finally exhaling a breath weakly, Lucius tried his best to hook the fingers that might have regained a little sense, and what touched was the smooth and cold skin of the young man.

Before he could say anything else, a cold and trembling kiss pressed his lips.

As soon as the painful feeling rose between the eyebrows, it was dispelled by the slightly hot and moist feeling on the face.

Scorpius crying?

Before Lucius could be astonished, he completely lost his strength and passed out.

When Scorpius revealed his blood clan identity, Lucius was too shocked to react at all.

The sharp edge that could easily cut the skin in a blink of an eye traveled back and forth between his neck a few times, and then quietly retracted it.Scorpius managed to deter Lucius, who wanted to die, without even threatening him.

Although compared with the Horcruxes used by the Dark Lord, the blood race can be regarded as truly immortal.

But even the Dark Lord, who has the deepest obsession with immortality, has never thought of seeking immortality through this method, so he knows that the inside story is not as simple as it is described in the text.

Becoming a vampire is not luckily achieving immortality, but being unable to get rid of the curse of the soul forever.

It is said that vampires have no souls.

There was no expected threat of humiliation.

There is no ruthless suppression as imagined.

There is not even any verbal confrontation, you come and go.

Lucius was completely ill before he even got back to Malfoy Manor.

It is true that Miankong is a slow poison that is almost undetectable, but it is not a low-level potion that can be stopped at will without cost.Before Lucius had the energy to digest the fear brought about by Scorpius' identity, the toxicity of Sleeping Space exploded completely.

Moreover, because of Lucius' deliberate suppression to participate in the engagement ceremony, the eruption of Miankong is completely not the soothing and traceless way it should be.

Just through the keyword of potion, Scorpius, who has already taken charge of all the properties of the Malfoy family, easily dug out the creator of Sleeping Space.The old pharmacist was escorted to Malfoy Manor without any explanation.

But what made Scorpius's hope sink to the bottom was that the pharmacist only knew how to prepare the potion, not to mention the antidote, and even the principle of how the toxicity of Miankong was only half-understood.

"If Snape is still here..." The pharmacist finally expressed such regret while brewing the potion.

Yes, if Snape was still there, as the creator of Sleeping Space, even if it was impossible to get the antidote immediately, he could at least relieve Lucius' pain.

But the truth is, this if will never materialize.

While Lucius was rehearsing his fears of vampire immortality in a toxic ordeal, Scorpius was driven insane by his physical condition, which was forever hanging by a thread.

If it weren't for the tireless physique of the blood race that gave him the capital of restless sleep for more than ten days, Scorpius might have collapsed before Lucius died.

He patted Scorpius, who was hugging Lucius tightly, and the pharmacist sitting on the side also looked red-eyed: "After this backlash, no matter what, he won't be in such pain in the future. Let him sleep For a while, let's accumulate some recovery energy."

Scorpius nodded subtly, letting go of Lucius after a while and getting up.Seriously scrub Lucius, put on clean clothes and bedding, and tuck into a warm blanket.After finishing all this, Scorpius sat back on Lucius' bedside, watching intently.

Seeing him like this, the pharmacist could only shake his head helplessly.

Sleeping space is still unresolved.

The pharmacist tried his best, but he could only last some time for Lucius.

Knowing this, Scorpius didn't criticize the old pharmacist too harshly.

When only Scorpius and Lucius were left in the room again, the young Malfoy leaned over beside the elder's head, stared at him stupidly, and did nothing.

Lucius, who didn't know how long he had been in a coma, woke up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw Scorpius lying on the bedside and looking at his smiling face.

"You're awake, father, do you want some water?" Meeting Lucius' gaze, Scorpius straightened up immediately, with a gentle and considerate tone.

Lucius blinked slowly, feeling so complicated that he didn't know how to respond.

For all his wrenching nightmares, Lucius is not ignorant of the outside world.

He himself is very clear about the situation where his life is hanging by a thread countless times.

Perhaps among the many reasons for his persistence, the fear of Scorpius' reaction played a large role.

Obviously the pharmacist has declared many times that he is helpless.

Seeing that Lucius was about to die, Scorpius never once fulfilled his threat.In the last period of time, if it wasn't because Lucius' high fever couldn't be suppressed at all, Scorpius would not even take the initiative to show his vampire form, and he did so in the end, just to cool down Lucius.

Since he could watch the god of death fall on Lucius' shoulders, why did he threaten him like that?

Why did he reveal his identity?

"Why?" A weak voice escaped from his lips.

There was a momentary confusion in Scorpius' eyes, and he couldn't immediately react to Lucius' semantics.

Lucius didn't have the strength to ask any more, so he could only cast a persistent gaze and watch the young man's every move.

The youth's confusion was enlightened because of his persistence. He lowered his gaze slightly, revealing the Hao Ran smile that Lucius was very familiar with.

"Would you like some water, father?" Scorpius didn't answer, but asked again.

Inexplicably, the layers of defense that Lucius built up in his heart fell apart in a blink of an eye.

Accepting Scorpius' support to sit up, Lucius took a small sip of the water in the glass.

"I just want to be with you, father." Scorpius said softly, as if carefully speaking, "If you die..."

Harsh screams cut off the gentle words, and the bedroom door shattered.

Scorpius, who threw away the cup, subconsciously stood in front of Lucius.

"It's endless, it's so annoying." The man who kicked open the door said in a careless voice, "Boy, when did you become so annoying?"

Lucius raised his head wearily, unable to see the silhouette of the person coming from the smoke.

However, Scorpius, who was tightly protecting him with one arm, reacted quickly, and even entered his own fighting state at the first time, sternly shouting: "Get out, Larry! I didn't allow you to come in!"

"Do you think I want to come in? Would I be rare for extremely rotten blood? If it wasn't for you..." The arrogant voice urged impatiently, "What is the deep love between father and son? Why have you never seen you treat me like this before? You made so much promise when you said you were going to fight for the Blood Race, what kind of tricks are you playing now? It’s no use pretending, just kill him and finish it!”

A pair of blood-red eyes were exposed after the blown dust, and Lucius' expression froze instantly.

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