Bloodline Survival Guide

As soon as Fenrir opened his eyes, he saw Vidal, half of his body still submerged in the spring water.

His silver hair was wet and clung to his smooth back.He was scooping up the water, burying his face in the water in his palms... The drops of water slid down Vidal's brows and eyes, scratching every inch of his body... With his palms removed, that face was Fenrir's dream The face haunted by dreams, eyes glowing with water, lips, eyebrows, and nose, every inch has a gentle curvature, blending with the moonlight night, more beautiful than a dream.

Then Vidal raised his eyes and saw Fenrir who was full of astonishment.

His face turned red, and he quickly sank into the spring water, only his head was exposed on the water, and his long silver hair was spread on the water surface, covering the scenery under the sparkling light.

Vidal was stunned for a moment, and after the panic passed, he slowly swam to the shore, reaching for his clothes with red ears.

In terms of asceticism and shyness, Vidal should be No.1 in Asgard.

Because of his silence and gentleness, he has lived alone in the forest since he was a child, without attendants or companions. Both his father and brother respect Vidal's stubbornness... This god who is the youngest in the generation is the object of protection of all gods, so everyone gives He has maximum freedom and space to live by himself.

This has led to Vidal being completely blank about the experience of liking, and his cognition of flesh/desire is even more blank.

He is a clean sheet.All the gods worked hard not to let other things dirty Vidal's clean body and mind.No one taught him affection and love, and now he just subconsciously has to take a shower in front of others and it's rude.

Fenrir stared dazedly at Vidal pulling his white robe over the bank.

It seemed that Vidal was still a little embarrassed. He thought for a while, then simply pulled the robe into the water and put it on, and stood up wet, the wet white robe tightly clung to the contours of his body.The god in front of him had wet eyes, wet hair, and wet body, his face was a little red, and he was lying on the rocks on the shore and looking at him hesitantly.

wet.

"I'm still dreaming." Fenrir murmured to himself, "This is fake."

Beasts in estrus are very scary.

Fenrir is not an ordinary beast, he can retain a certain amount of reason, but he is not long into adulthood, let alone control himself... This is the first time he has experienced this, he can't even talk about experience and how can he control himself.

The aggressive instinct in his body was quickly awakened, and all the respect and timidity in the past were crushed to ashes and left behind.

wet.

Blue, is the eye, is Vidal.

Red, is the lips, is Vidal.

wet.

……

Fenrir was so excited, he felt his body was on fire, and Vidal was the only source of water that could save him, a puddle of water, dripping wet, waiting for him to plunder, possess, tear, go sink yourself...

He rushed towards Vidal without hesitation.

The water in the spring was very cold, but it couldn't quench the scorching heat that burst from the depths of his body.Fenrir panted heavily, and suddenly saw that he was stretching out claws, while Vidal seemed to be frightened, his remaining rationality made him struggle to transform into a human form, and then pressed down eagerly.

Then it became Vidal pushing and beating his body in the water, and Fenrir kept pressing Vidal and sucking along his white neck.

Instinct directed him to separate Vidal's legs, knead Vidal's waist, and tear off his clothes, leaving him as naked as himself.

Vidal wasn't a power-based deity, how could he possibly be able to control a beast in heat.

"I dreamed about you last night..."

Fenrir was breathing hot, he kept rubbing Vidal's waist, and rubbed his lower body on Vidal's body ambiguously, his wet clothes couldn't suppress the heat of his body at all.

"I only dare to do this in my dreams, not because I am afraid that you are a god, but because I am afraid that you will hide away. I am not afraid in my dreams. You are my dream, every one of my dreams, swallow every one of mine. Dream, in the dream I want you, I love you so much..."

Vidal couldn't help shaking from being touched by him - he looked at Fenrir's red eyes in amazement, and the scorching heat coming from between his legs, and finally realized what was going on now.

He panicked and tried his best to break away from Fenrir, his robe was untied, and he crawled to the shore in a panic. Fenrir grabbed his ankles behind him, and he held his ankles just like in the previous dream. He Shaw wanted toes for too long.

Vidal was stupefied with fright, Fenrir gnawed his foot roughly, and then sucked the kiss up the foot, the place where he was kissed was numb, he had never experienced such a thing, the first reaction was fear, very Dazed, his body didn't listen, and after only a moment, Fenrir had torn his clothes from bottom to top.

He widened his eyes in amazement to see the man kneeling in front of him. Fenrir had already pulled his legs apart, breathing on the inside of his legs, his hands were a bit rough, numb when they touched the skin, When Vidal was still in a daze, Fenrir had followed his instinct and had his lower body in his mouth.

Vidal let out a whimper in his throat, short and embarrassed, more like a cry for help.In this way, he was pressed to the shore by Fenrir, his wrists were pinched, and his legs were firmly pressed down.

Fenrir swallowed what was in his mouth, with broken images in his mind.

He had seen in the past in a trance, Loki pressed the bad-tempered giantess to make love in the cave, they knelt on the ground, Loki's crotch shrugged forward, and they screamed loudly and happily. Harsh, very ecstasy, it makes people want to back away unconsciously, but it sows a seed in Fenrir's heart that is just about to move.

That was the first time he saw love, making people cry and make people laugh, panting and unbearable, they were kneeling, lying, standing, entering each other's body in different places and from different postures, touching and kissing , with rough tenderness...

Primitive desires carry plunder, and need to peel off the skin of shame, take off the robe of God, and squeeze the breath and obedience of the other party.

Naked intercourse and confrontation are the bliss of love, blasphemy is the bliss of loss, the body's primitive desire is the catalyst, love is the fire, Vidal's body is the destination of his physical and mental guidance... He wants to enter, enter It is best to enter the body, brain and soul, to go in deeply - to contradict - to ignite - to burn yourself, burn everything, burn those distances and desires, burn those gaps and cowardice, and destroy everything up!If it is ruined, he can have this perfect soft body, which only belongs to himself.

Only belong to me, only belong to me.It can be plundered or lusted upon, it can be shredded or possessed, it can be crazily turned upside down on him, let him open his body and heart to himself, and be tainted with his own taste from beginning to end.

He tremblingly kissed Vidal's cold and soft lips.

wet.

Vidal was wet all over.

"Why can't I fuck you?"

Fenrir looked into Vidal's eyes.

His tone seemed to be asking himself, his voice was full of lust and aggression.

"So what if you are a god, you also react, you are not that noble at all, right? You will also kneel one day, go to someone else, or be fucked by someone... I can't stand both of these, that person It can only be me, only I can love you, I love you so much..."

Vidal was already petrified.

He had never seen Fenrir like this.

The appearance of a man, the behavior of a beast, crazy and rough, as if he will eat him in the next second, the love in his eyes is so thick that Vidal fears the most, when will those eyes be full of love? , why did he find out belatedly today?

Fenrir was still roughly rubbing the body of the god below him, pressing the beautiful body that was constantly struggling, while panting heavily to leave his own marks on it.

very wet.

"It's fine if you don't talk, that's great."

Fenrir pressed on the acupuncture point below Vidal, and inserted a finger into it while Vidal was struggling violently, "Then you won't refuse me, and you won't cry if I faint you, right? Anyway You didn't reject me, you didn't say anything...Look, it's wet here, and you haven't had it, right? God will be wet too, and you're all wet..."

The eyes are wet, the body is wet, the body is wet, and it becomes a puddle of erosive water.

"I like you crazy, I want to give you everything, I'm all yours, why can't you be mine? You can never answer, just look at me like this..." He kissed Vidal indiscriminately On the side of the neck and face, he sucked his tightly closed lips, "I'm going crazy, Vidal, I want you, open your legs, don't be afraid..."

Fenrir was talking nonsense, and Vidal's strength in struggling gradually weakened. He let out a very small whimper, a very soft whimper, and a very pitiful voice, which made Fenrir stiff all over. down.

He held up Vidal's waist decisively, breathing hot, they were all wet and sticky.

Fenrir raised his head and looked at Vidal with heavy breathing.Consciousness is confused, he can't tell whether it's true or not, what's important.It doesn't matter if it's true or not, he's going to burn to death, and only Vidal can save him.

Love has sight, but pleasure is blind.

He chooses not to look at it, and doesn't care about anything else, it doesn't matter if it turns into smoke and ashes, at least it sinks here first.

Vidal hastily experienced all this absurdity, and what made him most ashamed was that he had an uncontrollable reaction.He was controlled by the man who was pressing down on him and couldn't move, like a joke.

Until Fenrir poked his head in violently, Vidal finally straightened up trembling, and pushed his chest hard.

"Stop—" Vidal panted heavily, "—no way."

It's very quiet around.

These three intermittent words were very soft and a little dumb, but they instantly awakened Fenrir's reason and knocked him awake.

He froze and looked up at Vidal's face.

Vidal cried.

His face was covered with tears, his face was flushed, anger and shame were mixed together, and his always smiling face finally had other colors, including shock, fear, and disgust.

This is also the first time he heard Vidal speak.

"Vidal, I..." He stretched out his hand in a panic, wanting to wipe his tears. Vidal had already moved back a few steps in a panic, and then ran away in embarrassment, grabbing the pieces of clothes on his body.

Only Fenrir stayed where he was, finally realizing that he had woken up from the dream.

Not only did he wake up from the dream, he also ruined others.

His whole body was still restless due to heat fever, and he looked around blankly, the empty forest was so silent.There were two gorgeous flower beds on the ground, a boot, and a pretty wreath.

The dream is really waking up.