gaze of war

"Varied……?!"

The pensive warrior came back to his senses the moment he received a slight impact, and his good combat vigilance made him shout almost immediately, but when he saw clearly the black shadow sitting on his chest representing death under the moonlight, When he saw the cat, he immediately broke into a cold sweat.

"You..." He was stiff and dumbfounded, almost turning into a stone statue.

"It's so pitiful." The black cat looked at him quietly, and opened its mouth to speak, "Diarmuid Odina, are you afraid of me?"

"I think no one can remain calm in the face of death."

Diarmuid barely suppressed his beating heart, and answered calmly.

The black cat made a slight, disdainful voice: "It's really puzzling when you say that - when you charged on the battlefield and took the lives of countless enemies, didn't you ever face the threat of death? But you It never scared me back then."

"Soldiers should die on the battlefield."

"But war always comes with death."

"Then I'll be happy too."

"There is a contradiction in your words."

"Because of the contradiction, I am a creature named 'human'."

The black cat was silent for a moment, then moved forward and approached his face, watching him quietly with a pair of green pupils that looked more and more terrifying in the dark night.

"Do you know my name, Diarmuid?"

"No." Diarmuid was stunned for a moment, looked at it hesitantly, and shook his head.

"You know my name, Diarmuid."

Black Cat said calmly.

Under Diarmuid's horrified gaze, the green cat's eyes turned into black eyes, the black fur turned into long and straight hair, the tail retracted, the four claws elongated, changed color, and became smooth——

The girl in a tight black robe knelt on his chest, and he didn't even feel that she was heavier than the black cat.

Diarmuid held his breath, under the gaze of those black eyes, he felt parched: "You are..."

"I am war, and I am also death." The girl said quietly.

"Are you..." Diarmuid could hardly believe what he heard, he said tremblingly, "Morrigan?"

The girl lowered her head slightly.

The hair slowly slid down along the outline of her exquisite body, touching Diarmuid's chest.He felt an unbearable itching that spread from the touch and turned into a flame of longing.

Goddess, she fell in love with you, beautiful man!

Damn it, damn it, Conan the bastard—

Diarmuid cursed in confusion in his heart the big man next to him who was sleeping like a dead pig, but his body was against his own reason.His eyes were glued to Morrigan's face greedily, his breathing was rapid, his hands were raised impulsively, and retracted in shock the moment they touched the girl's waist.

Stop your naughty fingers!This is the goddess Morrigan, the great queen, the mightiest of the Valkyries!Even though she looks so...beautiful...well...so...pure...damn!What are you thinking, Diarmuid Odina!Hurry up and take back your hands that are ready to move!

Morrigan raised his eyebrows slightly as Diarmuid struggled painfully between reason and instinct.Just moved his legs a little, and immediately felt a subtle tactile sensation from below.And that embarrassing change continues.Even though Diarmuid scolded his immoral body in his heart countless times, he couldn't help being deeply fascinated by this young Valkyrie kneeling on his chest.The youth that had just left was like a glass of tasteless water compared to her. Even if Morrigan just sat there with a puzzled expression on his face, it was enough for any man to lose control of his instincts.

"...Ah. It's changed back."

Suddenly Morrigan let out a small exclamation.

"So this is Maher's real attempt." She narrowed her eyes and said to herself, "Even if you want to see me panicked, it's too naive..."

She leaned forward slowly, at the nearest place to Diarmuid who had stopped breathing, her forehead against her forehead, her breath entangled with her breath.The pitch-black eyes stared intently at the golden pupils, then slightly bent, with a smile on them.

"Diarmuid Odina."

she inquired in a low voice with that characteristic hoarse voice.

"Will you be my first man?"

Without waiting for the youth's reply, Morrigan bowed his head.The cold but soft lips touched the hot lips, and then a violent flame was ignited.Diarmuid let out a suppressed low cry from his throat, stalked back fiercely, and with a rough aggressive gesture, instantly invaded the lips of the Valkyrie.He eagerly licked and licked those sweet lips, sucked and sucked those fragrant juices, incorporated them all into his breath, and then expanded his territory insatiably.

He grabbed the soft waist with his scorching hands, nimbly swam his tongue into the girl's mouth, pressed her under his body with all his strength, and then kissed her even more passionately.

The girl raised her head obediently, accepting his rude offense. She even kept her eyes open between kisses, staring intently at his sweaty forehead and messy short hair.The finger that curiously stretched out to touch the love mole was grabbed by the young man who was caught in lust, and then pressed it on his chest.

She felt his passionate desire from the scorching pulsation. As if Diarmuid wanted to wrap her completely, he stretched out his solid arms and strong thighs, and held her tightly in his arms. .The cold and soft body was deeply buried in the scorching hot body, but it had never been infected by those flames.Morrigan even just felt a little hot, but for some reason, a sweet sense of satisfaction welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Diarmuid saw the girl's confused expression in his irrational desire.His enthusiasm cooled a little, and his mind finally began to function as it should.He panted heavily, tentatively stroking the girl's bare shoulders, and hesitantly observed Morrigan's expression.

Morrigan could not help but smile.She stretched her arms encouragingly and put them around Diarmuid's neck.

"What are you hesitating about? My warrior." She said in a low voice.Even though her voice was hoarse and deep, she never concealed it, on the contrary, under her deliberate softening, the voice revealed a seductive softness.

Diarmuid immediately let go of all his worries.He raised his waist, pulled off his battle suit, bent down again, and gave Morrigan a long and deep kiss.His hard calloused fingers penetrated into the young girl's robe irresistibly, and slid along the shoulders to the chest while taking it off, lingering lingeringly on the soft part of the chest for a while, then quickly slid down.

The flawless carcass is exposed in the moonlight.

Diarmuid held his breath.

In his previous love history, even though he had spent a good night with many young girls, noble ladies and even mysterious women whose identities were unknown in the wild, he had never seen such a perfect body.Her body itself is the external appearance of beauty, and she carries the mystery and cruelty of war and death.

He tried to leave warmth on the girl's cold body with scorching breath, greedy caresses and eager kisses, but he found that this body was nothing like a human's, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave the girl with a single bit Mark of.Huge disappointment hit him, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were pursed, and there was a little childish grievance in his golden eyes, which made Morrigan laugh immediately.

"Hey--!"

Diarmuid immediately frowned and growled threateningly.When a man is on top of a woman and the woman can't help but laugh, this is really a huge insult to the man.He narrowed his eyes, his handsome face tightened sternly, and bit Morrigan's lip punitively.As if chewing something delicious, he bit, pulled, and entered Morrigan as he turned the biting kiss into a passionate kiss again.

"what--"

Morrigan groaned.The thing embedded in her body like a sharp gun point almost burned her, making her feel a painful swelling.Her head and neck tensely straightened back, and then her lips were let go, feeling a soft, wet lick, suck, and sucking in her throat.Her arms tightened convulsively behind Diarmuid's back, her fingers digging deep into his muscular back.Diarmuid felt the pain, he lowered his body more and more with the strength of that hand, and began to kiss the chest of the goddess Bai Nun.

Morrigan's body finally began to heat up from within, and he groaned in pain as if he was being burned at the stake.And Diarmuid was deeply fascinated by the wonderful feeling of the combination of men and women, and while kissing her lips, neck and chest indiscriminately, he began to swing his waist.

Both parties derive great pleasure from it.Diarmuid's movements became more violent, and Morrigan stopped clutching his back.She opened her misty eyes, looking at his face in confusion and temptation.His forehead hair kept touching her cheek, and the sweat dripped on her lips, which she swallowed unconsciously.Morrigan felt her whole body heat up, she panted slowly, groaned lowly, and when Diarmuid's kiss fell, she took the initiative to lean over.

Her kiss fell under Diarmuid's eyes, and touched lightly on his tear mole.

Diarmuid paused for a moment.

"... Morrigan?"

But she didn't say anything, just showed a sly smile, and then took the initiative to grab his lips, using her tongue to seduce him.

Diarmuid bumped her hard.

"Hey - Diarmuid Odina, you are such a bad man." Morrigan said with a soft smile.

"Tell me... Morrigan, my goddess." Diarmuid smiled, his golden eyes shining brightly, "Is it you who took my stone?"

"No," said Morrigan sincerely.

Diarmuid looked at her with narrowed eyes, and pushed her hard again, causing her to frown slightly and let out a short exclamation.

"Is it you, my goddess? Is it you who took away 'me'?" Diarmuid asked coaxingly, suppressing his voice.

"Guess." Morrigan dodged slyly, and no matter how sweetly Diarmuid tortured her, she never spoke again.She just smiled, hugged Diarmuid's bare back, and endured his enthusiasm until the last moment, Diarmuid hugged her tightly, and just fell into a deep and contented sleep.

When he woke up, the girl in his arms had disappeared without a trace like morning dew.Even his own combat outfit was well worn on his body.

Diarmuid almost thought it was a dream, until he took out his own stone that was used to replace the previous missing stone, and found that the stone had turned into complete blackness, which could not be reflected even in the sun. Even a little bit of light.

Just like the long black hair and double pupils in that moonlit night.

"...This hateful little goddess." Diarmuid couldn't restrain his smile, picked up the stone, and dropped a kiss on it.In the face of his comrades teasing him about his charm last night after waking up in the morning, he always maintained a relaxed smile without pressure.

Until he was stopped by a little girl who was only as tall as his waist.

The little girl blushed, her eyes were full of deep and true admiration, she blinked vigorously at him trying to make a charming gesture, her eyes were fixed on his cheeks, and she said softly: "I've decided! I must marry you !May I have your name?"

... Oh, these accursed gods!

Diarmuid fell to his knees silently.