canary in cage

Cecil bit his lip, stared at Isri in disbelief, and suppressed a shameful voice in his throat.

The corners of Isri's lips curled up, like vines entwining the flower path, slowly probing deeper, causing the stamens to tremble.

"Master, I like you, I love you."

Isri's voice sounded from Cehir's ears again. Cehir closed his eyes, struggling with no extra strength in his hands, and stopped every word in his opening and closing mouth.

"Isri, let me go...I don't want to..."

For some reason, after Cehir finished speaking, Isri actually stopped. I thought that Isri would not continue, so Cehir opened his mouth, wanting to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh! Ah!"

Suddenly, a forbearable scream came out of his mouth, and the place that had never been developed was suddenly stretched open as if torn apart.

Cecil's sound also instantly stimulated Isri's nerves, and the little tenderness left in his eyes was immediately occupied by desire.

Isri pulled his hand from under Cehir's body, and bent down directly. Isri's strength was stronger than Cehir's, and coupled with the weight suppression, Cehir's resistance was like a disobedient child .

"Ah...! Uh!" Cehir, who hadn't reacted yet, let out another scream in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, Isri didn't give Cehir any time to react, and stepped forward directly. With severe stimulation and nervous pain, Cehir's voice couldn't be restrained for a while, and came out intermittently from his throat .

With a miserable and charming voice, he kept tearing at the last line of defense in Isri's brain, and even let go of Cehir's hand in the end.

As soon as he let go, Cecil wanted to push Isri away from his body like crazy, and there were even bloodstains scratched on the back of the shirt.

"Crazy! Let go of me! Bastard!" Cecil shouted with his mouth open, pushing Isri with both hands.

Now I am facing the devil in front of me with an extremely shameful attitude, and I am still my servant since I was a child.

The long and slender legs were violently stretched apart and held down under him. Cecil never thought that this person was Isri.

He knew that Isri was crazy, but this kind of Isri was too strange to him, he didn't know such a lunatic.

"Bastard! Ah! Don't! I don't want to...I order...um..." Cecil panted intermittently.

"Orders?" The gas protruding from Isri was unbearably hot: "The young master still has the mood to order me now?"

"Ah! Cough cough cough!"

All of a sudden, Esri exerted all his strength, and Cehir restrained himself, coughing non-stop, and the corners of his eyes were red as if they were congested.

"Master, I love you." Isri said with his mouth open.

—

In a dark room, in a golden cage, with goose feather blankets spread on the floor and copper wire roses sprinkled all around, the devil locked his food under his body, tasting it over and over again.

This thing that I have been coveting for a long time finally belongs to me now, the white goose feather blanket seems to be stained with blood, and the white body gradually becomes embarrassed.

The screams at the beginning seemed to be different later on, the forbearing coquettish//anger, and the gradually reddened neck all showed without exception that this body has felt unprecedented experience.

The iron chains on his ankles were still ringing, and it seemed that only from the sound of the clashing iron chains could he know that he was still resisting this sentence.

"Isli...I...don't..." Cecil's voice was already very weak, and he didn't have the strength to push the person on him away.

"Master, I love you."

"Master, I love you."

Isri's deep voice rang in Cecil's ears over and over again, like strings about to break, and at the end he spoke of his expectations.

After all, this was the first time for both parties, the devil only released his own desire, but didn't care about the people under him for a while.

"Isli..." Cecil paused for a few seconds, "I... hate you..."

Cecil's voice was very soft, and seemed to disappear as soon as he blew it. Isri didn't even hear the last three words.

Seeing that the person under him lost consciousness, Isri stopped his movements. This person, who was like a piece of paper, was lying quietly under his body now, and there was no good place left on his body.

Isri seemed a little blinded for a while, but more excited.

The things on the ground were already dirty. Isri untied the iron chains on Cecil's ankles, carried him out of the cage, and put him back on the bed after a few simple washes in the bathroom, and put him on the bed again. chains.

Isri sat next to Cehir, and the person on the bed seemed to be still in pain. Isri raised his hand and gently rubbed Cehir's brows away, leaned over to his ear, and his voice became softer.

"Cehir, I love you."

Cehir couldn't hear it, but Isri was talking to himself.

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It was the first time for Esri to feel this kind of feeling. He was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, but it was the first time after all. He was as unfamiliar with technology as a three-year-old child.

Cecil, who hadn't washed at all, developed a high fever the next day.

Cecil's eyes were half-opened, his throat was terribly dry, and even the slightest movement of his body was painful. His already fair face was now even paler, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

After waiting for a long time, Cecil realized that he was actually on the bed now, the cage in the room was gone, even the curtains that had been drawn all the time were pulled open, and the newspapers pasted on the window were gone.

The eyes hurt from the glare of the light, Cehir squinted his eyes, but still turned his head to the window, he didn't want to let go of the slightest bit.

Sure enough, the lack of vision had passed, Cehir sighed and stared out the window blankly.

He and Isri actually did something against the rules of the West Asian continent, and before he lost consciousness, he could feel that his body had become strange.

That subtle feeling is like drinking alcohol, the head is dizzy but has to cater to the person in front of him.

Cecil gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but now he couldn't even do simple movements like moving his body.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the black figure pushed the silver dining table and walked in slowly.

The first moment Cehir saw Isri, his body somehow moved back half a minute as if it had been winded up, and his eyes showed panic.

But this movement was too wide, and the whole body was affected, and the severe pain hit the whole body in an instant.

The author has something to say:

Cough cough... I hope it won't be locked. If you have a car, cough cough, I will make it up in the group on Saturday~