heavy fog

In the dim room, the slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other made Wen Luan stop suddenly.

He wasn't so dull that he didn't understand the other party's intentions at this time, and the burning feeling in his stomach also dispelled the bad thoughts just now, Wen Luan raised his arms, ready to break free from the intimate embrace.

Who knew that the clothes would slide away along the arm, and the scratches from the previous scratches were all exposed to the air.

"You really know how to activate armor?" Cyrus quickly grabbed Wen Luan's arm, and looked up to check the injury.

There were no serious wounds, most likely because Wen Luan himself was too excited when he forcibly manipulated the mech to turn around, he smashed it forward and back too far, rubbing it out on the cold metal, the skin was worn off, and it was full of red blood spots .

"What's the matter?" Wen Luan pulled back his arm.

He had seen the wound a long time ago, but it was just a faint sting. This kind of scratching is common when the roof is repaired in the meteorite town.Men who care about such a small gap, at best, wipe it with water and alcohol, and most people even save this.

"Sier's performance is so poor?" Cyrus also saw the inconspicuous cracks and scuffs on Wen Luan's arm.

"The enemy you let it encounter is too powerful." Wen Luan said angrily, looking down at the back of his elbow, he was also stunned, the whole piece of skin was covered with tiny cracks, even if it was a minor injury It was shocking.

"Cough, it's mainly because I beat you too hard just now."

Wen Luan rolled all the way from the corridor like this, of course the scratches were more serious, plus the pain all over his body, Wen Luan completely ignored the injury below the elbow.

"I know you're very busy. I haven't found out the situation of the Holy Glory Empire yet. The Demon Party and the others..." Wen Luan randomly searched for topics, trying to break free, trying to get up from the ground.

As for clothes?It's already broken, just slip it off.

It is impossible for Wen Luan to carry his clothes and desperately cover up his thinking logic.

He was struggling with the dark blue kingdom space combat suit provided by Syer, why it even had zippers on the sleeves and buttons on the shoulders, it was so easy to take off!

"Someone is busy with what you said." Cyrus let Wen Luan move up his upper body, and then whispered in Wen Luan's ear.

The warm exhalation made Wen Luan freeze instantly, and the itchy feeling spread all the way down his back.

Especially this action, as if Wen Luan delivered it to the door himself——

"War will break out soon, you will be in trouble for half an hour if you disappear, not to mention having a 'secret conversation with a person of unknown origin' for half a night, Cyrus, I thought you were very wise, so it turns out..."

Wen Luan was stunned before he finished speaking.

Because he saw Cyrus smiled, and then a translucent phantom appeared on his body, also with blond hair and golden pupils, but wearing a neat white dress, and there were no bruises or purple marks on his face.

This bizarre double image effect made Wen Luan unable to bear to close his eyes and shake his head.

When it opened again, the phantom had already left Cyrus, and stood silently by the side like this, with no flaws in its eyes or appearance.

"This is a dream, who knows which one is the real me?" Cyrus, who was holding Wen Luan, laughed lightly.

The other standing next to him, with Wen Luan's familiar smile, slowly bent down. He focused on Wen Luan's eyes widened in panic, and seemed to be about to kiss Wen Luan's lips.

"laugh."

A terrifying black crack suddenly appeared in the room.

Wen Luan, who was a little dazed by the shock, subconsciously tore open the dream.

But the furnishings and decoration of this room are all real, so the crack magically runs through the room, and a large thick fog rolls over from nowhere, rushing towards the crack to fill it.This is a natural phenomenon, just like scooping up a little soup on the surface of the water with a spoon, other soup will flow naturally.

Tapir is very hungry.

Still staying in the dreamland without eating, Wen Luan couldn't help sliding his Adam's apple when he saw the mist.

The phantom of Cyrus was first blurred by the crack, and finally turned into a cloud of black mist, which fell heavily, and half of it returned to Cyrus. This is the power of the succubus.

But the other half...

As if swallowing a big mouthful of delicious food, Wen Luan narrowed his eyes intoxicated.

Cyrus' pupils deepened and turned almost dark golden. He didn't speak, but just picked up some pieces of clothes that were still hanging on Wen Luan's body, supported Wen Luan's waist, and slowly bowed his head.

Wen Luan is still relishing the food just now, the original power of the succubus is the most mellow part of the dream.

Demons hiding in dreams never expose themselves easily. Apart from old enemies, sometimes they also encounter capable humans. The succubi will separate phantoms to attack and prevent humans from leaving the dream realm.

The tapir's favorite thing to do is to break into dreams, startle these illusions and then swallow them one by one, patting the belly in satisfaction, and then turn the dream into a nightmare, and watch the succubus flee in embarrassment after a big meal.

To Wen Luan, this taste is sweet and mellow, ahem, an appetizer for a big meal.

After the blissful enjoyment, the hunger protested to Wen Luan again, needing more...

Wen Luan suddenly thought of what he had eaten, and jumped up to sit up in shock, but bumped into something in his lower abdomen, which made him almost cry out in pain, followed by the hot and humid touch, making his whole body stiff.

As if satisfied with Wen Luan's reaction, the tip of his tongue stopped probing, and he raised his fingers to massage the sensitive area of ​​Wen Luan's hip bone. His long blond hair hung down onto Wen Luan's legs and lower abdomen, feeling cold and itchy.

However, this is nothing compared to the thrilling sensation of suddenly being completely wrapped in warm mouth.

Wen Luan petrified.

——Whether he is a tapir, or Wen Luan who is currently in the dominant position of the soul, he has never had such a thing.Wen Luan is very casual in life, but his private life is as rigid as a priest in a church in a small town. Even if he watches a movie, he won't make up his mind about it. Although this kind of thing is very common in the West, it's just to please his lover. When the target was replaced by himself, Wen Luan felt like he was out of his wits.

"Isn't that good?" Wen Luan took a deep breath before he choked on his throat.

So exciting.

Wen Luan, who was so shocked by this new experience, couldn't help cooperating with Cyrus' arm around his waist, and lay down slowly. How could rationality prevail over instinct at this time?

It is completely unrealistic to say how good a certain person's skills are. Wen Luan, who was repeatedly knocked by his teeth, was struggling in the abyss of comfort and discomfort. The last time Wen Luan couldn't help but grabbed someone's shoulder and growled: " Get up!! Can you do it?"

"..."

There is a kind of person who is very calm no matter how inappropriate things he has done, and he can still see others as uncomfortable until the end.

Cyrus is undoubtedly this type, he brushed his messy blond hair to the side, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Of course, he is as 'experienced' as you."

One sentence choked back Wen Luan's last words.

On the night that Xia Ke met the dense forest, Wen Luan insisted that his "experienced" words almost became the words that Cyrus specially used to block Wen Luan.

Wen Luan wanted to express furiously that this "not normal" way, how could he be familiar with it, but considering the environment of Meteorite Town and the common Western habit of hooking up with friends, he has never heard of "experienced" people who are not familiar with this aspect of.

"I...I'm not used to this kind of..." Before Wen Luan finished speaking, he took another sharp breath.

The hot part was gently pressed and teased by the fingers, and it slid below the root.

Wen Luan stared at the disappointing lower half of his body, and finally leaned back in frustration, gnashing his teeth and tearing off the clothes still hanging on Cyrus' body.

What's the matter, I have to make enough money today.

Even though they had done everything they were supposed to do, they hadn't seen anything—it was a disadvantage.

Besides, who goes up and who goes down is not sure!

During the first orgasm, Wen Luan didn't relax his vigilance, and pinched Cyrus' shoulder joints with his hands. Whenever something went wrong, Wen Luan would turn over and show Cyrus a good look.

But the expected intrusion didn't come. In the ambiguous atmosphere, Cyrus just hugged him, and the two of them pressed their bodies together. After removing the last clothes, the scorching heat rubbed against Wen Luan's lower abdomen.

Wen Luan quickly became confused with such gentle face-to-face movements, especially when he was able to eat tofu on Cyrus.

After the second release, Wen Luan lay lazily on the ground not wanting to move.

The dark crack in the room had been filled with mist without any trace. Cyrus carried Wen Luan to the bed, covered him with the quilt, and went to the bathroom by himself.

Just when Wen Luan was falling asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of tempting food.

That's right, I heard... that human being struggling in the dream, wailing in fear.

Wen Luan opened his eyes, and saw Cyrus, who was only wearing a cloak, thrown out of the closed and soundproof bathroom in horror.

A blindfolded, sweaty guy curled up on the floor trembling.

Looking at the clothes, it looked like a rich nobleman, with beautifully carved crystals in the buttons, but the scarf was wrinkled and yellowed, and one of the boots was missing, as if he had come out of a tunnel.

"Dinner for you."

Cyrus leaned back on the armchair, because he was not wearing anything under the cloak, his slender legs were exposed directly, and they were laid up leisurely, and there was a suspicious white liquid on the raised right leg—— This is the evidence that Wen Luan and Cyrus had tossed about just now.

Wen Luan looked at the unlucky guy who was having a nightmare, and then turned his head to look at Cyrus with messy hair, scars on his face, bruises and bruises at the corner of his mouth, but still elegant and charming silhouette.

Adam's apple slipped uncontrollably again.

Wen Luan found the part where he had been happy twice just now, and stood up energetically again... almost crying without tears.

——This is planted on the enemy!

Who will tell him how to deal with an old enemy with great disparity in strength, even if he holds back and does not react, it is a victory!Wen Luan struggled to grab the "dinner" and used the tapir's natural devouring ability fiercely.

No matter what, eat enough to have physical strength!

The gleaming orb of black light peeled off from the curled up guy—because the nightmare became visible while still in the dream state, and in the real world, the dream only existed as a mist—as the nightmare moved away, the man’s breathing calmed down, his body stiffened Lying on the ground and falling asleep.

Wen Luan tossed the ball into his mouth like eating a chocolate bean.

He frowned, as if savoring his food.

"You're efficient." Tapir knew exactly what the food was eating, Wen Luan opened his eyes, "Is this the guy who led the blood of the Demon Party to the Deep Blue Star?"

——The nightmare was first of the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty slaughter, and then he turned into a biting monster and was shot and smashed to pieces. Finally, he was discovered by the king and the prime minister, arrested publicly, and sentenced to be thrown to those bloodthirsty monsters to be torn alive.

Of course, this weight is not enough to satisfy the tapir.

Before Wen Luan had time to say anything else, he suddenly noticed that Cyrus, who was sitting on the armchair, was leaning against the bed at some point, and the "plate" that provided the "dinner" was gone, probably thrown into the cracks of the dream by the succubus .

The cloth of the cloak is not thick, and it outlines a smooth arc from the waist and the stretched shoulders.

In fact, this is just another demonstration that wearing nothing is never the most tempting.

Wen Luan couldn't control it a little bit, he thought he had no strength when he was hungry and tired, but in fact it wasn't at all, after he was half full and released it twice, he really didn't even bother to lift his fingers.

"See you tomorrow." Wen Luan wisely pulled the quilt over the key part of the bulge, quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

In fact, there is no need to pretend, sleepiness has already conquered his nerves.

But what Wen Luan expected didn't happen, a clear laughter came from his ears, the quilt was lifted, cold fingers slid in, and groped along the collarbone to find the red grain.

Wen Luan was pinched so lightly and gently, and the embarrassment became more energetic.

"You really 'just want' to rest?" They hugged each other tightly, and Wen Luan felt something hot and hard pressed against his body vaguely.

"..."