gaze of war

The author has something to say: make fun of myself.How many chapters does one piece of meat have to write!

However, I tried my best to write delicious sex, but it will not be too straightforward and sensual to be offensive, and interaction is also required in H!This kind of H is much better than ordinary piston movement!

PS, recently when I saw the rate of subscriptions and comments, I felt a sense of deep despair and self-doubt. I wondered if it was because I was in such a bad state recently that I couldn’t write well.A girl suggested whether to try blowing up the comments, I thought about it and I still didn't pretend to be unfinished or something to blow up you.

However, many girls used to interact with me proactively and enthusiastically, but now they have all disappeared. Occasionally looking at the subscription records, in fact, you have not given up on me, and feel very lonely.

The resentment and desire that the originally brilliant knight would never utter, pierced into the heart of the goddess like a sharp sword, causing the hard boulder to crack open because of him.

Resentment comes from hopeless waiting.

Hatred is born out of love.

The beginning of despair is the sweetest hope.

The beginning of hatred is the sweetest love.

This is the knight's love for himself.

The goddess has fully felt it.

That resentment is like strong wine that has been precipitated for a long time, making people drunk.Spicy, bitter - yet, very mellow.

Morrigan's eyes were fixed on him for a moment.

Then, those cold black eyes were slightly bent, and there was a contented smile in the eyes.

Morrigan bowed slightly.She stared intently at Diarmuid's faded handsome face and his red eyes full of resentment.

Diarmuid looked indifferent.He didn't react to Morrigan's approach, even closing his eyes in a wordless display of resistance.

Morrigan chuckled.The voice still sounded harsh and hoarse, but the joy in the laughter could be clearly heard.

Lowering her head, her lips gently landed on the tear mole under Diarmuid's eyes, parted a tuft of short hair on his forehead, and placed a gentle kiss in the center of his frowning brows.

Her hand slowly stroked Diarmuid's tightly clenched fist, from the knuckles to the fingers, and then to the cold fingertips.

"Don't close your eyes... Diarmuid. Open your eyes and look at me."

She coaxed in a low voice.

However, the knight did not listen to her coaxing.He lay quietly on his back, letting Morrigan lay on top of him, not saying a word, not moving.If it weren't for the still rising and falling of the chest and the beating of the heart, it would almost be like a corpse.

Morrigan opened his eyes slightly, then smiled.

Diarmuid's reaction reminded her of that night when she was sitting naked on his chest, and he said frankly, I'm afraid of dying.At that time, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were bright, whether it was surprise or fear, it was directly revealed in those amber eyes.At that time, he laughed heartily, and his handsome face was still a little childish.

Now, his appearance has changed, and those amber eyes have been replaced by another pair of terrifying red eyes, even just looking at them will make people feel sharp and sharp.But he was still so frank in front of her... Whether it was dissatisfaction or disgust, indifference or hatred - all of them were completely displayed in front of her.

Morrigan felt a tingling joy welling up in his heart.

She lowered her head and kissed Diarmuid's eyes.She softly and delicately kissed his trembling long eyelashes, kissed his straight nose bridge, and then put the kiss on his lips.

She laughed softly and spoke in a low voice, as light as a whisper.

"Diarmuid Odina, my knight. Do you know that? You sacrificed your life as the price of loyalty to those who don't know what it means to be human. This makes me extremely angry."

Her hands moved gently over his chest.Her cool lips landed on the corner of his mouth like a butterfly on a flower petal.

"...you are mine, from soul to body, all belong to me, Morrigan. Didn't you promise, before every battle, you will pray to me for victory, and then give your life to me hands..."

Morrigan exerted a little force on her fingers, and her nails sank into the flesh of Diarmuid's shoulder, leaving a half-moon mark on it. Her voice was lowered, almost sinister. ruthless.

"That human...and that woman...what did they do? Just participated in an unknown battle, and got your loyalty...Why? You belong to me, Diarmuid That!"

"...I am... a knight."

Diarmuid finally spoke.

He opened his eyes and looked blankly at Morrigan lying on top of him.Although he is completely different from his previous self, until now, he still considers himself a knight.The knight is the sharp blade in the hands of the monarch, and also his war horse.A knight can give everything, even his life, just for the ultimate glorious victory of the monarch.

He saw the goddess' expression—she was crying.He didn't make any sound, and didn't show any expression, just looked at him with wide-open eyes, tears rolling down from his eyes.

"...you are mine, Diarmuid," Morrigan said quietly. "No matter what you say, no matter what you care about, as long as you abandon me because of anything other than me, I will destroy it without hesitation. Because you are mine, from soul to body, everything— It's all mine."

It didn't make much noise, nor was it very tough.It's just whispering and slowly talking about his attachment to him.It doesn't matter how scary it sounds, it doesn't matter how vicious it sounds.Morrigan calmly repeated his exclusive desire for the knight, his eyes fixed on his without a wave.

You will always be mine.

I will never let you give everything for someone else.

In order to achieve such a goal, she can destroy everything and bring death to anyone.

This is how Morrigan approaches love.

He was honest with her.

So she also reciprocated with him.

Diarmuid held his breath.

He looked at Morrigan's expression in shock, and couldn't help but raised his hand, wiping her tears with calloused fingers as if treating something fragile.He propped himself up, returned to a sitting position, and hugged her slender body.

He kissed her soothingly, and she didn't refuse, closing her eyes to accept his kiss.

Diarmuid looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes, and then laughed.

There was a happy light in those blood-colored pupils, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

He kissed Morrigan, looking intently into her face, almost laughing.

"...you love me." He smiled lowly, "you are jealous of all the people I am close to. You are jealous of my lord. You are jealous of my wife. You love me even to abandon the dignity of the gods. The goddess of war and death Morrigan...you caught me. And I," Diarmuid whispered, kissing her ear with a sigh, "...I caught you too, my goddess."

Morrigan's arms wrapped around the nape of Diarmuid's neck.

"...never," said Morrigan lowly, "never leave my side, Diarmuid."

Diarmuid laughed.

Their figures disappeared in this world and returned to the darkness.There is no light, no sound, the only thing that exists is each other.

The kiss became thicker at this moment.

They greedily breathed each other's breath, and fought with their lips that were close to each other, as if they wanted to swallow each other into their stomachs.Almost every inch of their skin was close to each other, as if it was too cold, so they tried their best to absorb body heat from each other.

Diarmuid's scorching breath hit Morrigan's skin.He still remembered that she couldn't be warmed by his own body temperature—but, even so, he still held her tightly in his arms.Even if it only made her feel a little bit—his rising body temperature.

He longed for her so much, just a light kiss, he felt his whole body screaming and burning.

He missed her so much he almost burned himself.

He kissed eagerly, touched passionately, but these could not satisfy his desire for her at all, and only made the flame in his chest burn more violently.He sighed in annoyance, and reluctantly let go of her lips.

His hot lips moved from her soft lips to her slender neck.

Morrigan lifted his head in obedience to his strength, exposing his most vulnerable throat to him.

Diarmuid licked Morrigan's throat, and dropped thick kisses on it, sucking repeatedly, grinding with his teeth... Then, as if he could no longer bear the violence in his heart, he bit hard go down.

Shrinking slightly from the sudden searing pain, Morrigan groaned.She gasped for breath, straightened her back, and tightened her arms around Diarmuid.

Diarmuid did not loosen his teeth.He maintained the movement of biting Morrigan's throat tightly, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and he watched Morrigan's expression from the corner of his eye.When he found her frowning slightly and making tender sounds like a small animal, he felt a trembling excitement from the bottom of his heart.

Displeased with his violent behavior, Morrigan grabbed him by the neck, looking down at him.

"You hurt me."

she said condescendingly.The voice sounded willful and soft, not like complaining, but like coquettishness.

So her haughty attitude didn't make Diarmuid feel any humiliation, it only made him more excited.

"...I'm so sorry, my... Her Majesty the Goddess." Diarmuid loosened his teeth and laughed out loud.He licked the dent mark happily, feeling Morrigan shudder at his movement.He intentionally stayed and moved the tip of his soft and wet tongue on the scar, and kneaded her sensitive waist vaguely through her clothes with his hands.

"...I order you, Diarmuid," Morrigan said with a haughty smile on her face. She looked down at the knight under her, twisted her waist suggestively, and then saw the look in his eyes with satisfaction. His blood was so thick that it almost dripped out, "...to please me."

"As you order, my... Your Highness." Diarmuid's eyes rolled up happily.