Multiple crimes

There was only a small lamp temporarily placed by the guards in the room, and most of the faint light was blocked by the bed curtain.The noise of the wedding banquet could be faintly heard in the distance, and it was indistinct and inaudible, which made the room even more desolate.

Yuan Ziyou carefully hid himself in the almost chilling darkness and silence, and suddenly felt a kind of taboo-breaking pleasure from the bottom of his heart, as if he was doing a shocking and great event—to put it bluntly, it was cheating.

Er Zhurong underneath was skin-to-skin with him, but he was not infected by his passion at all.Fiddled with the hem of Yuan Ziyou's robe impatiently, he only knew that if he didn't find an opening to vent, he would have something wrong.

The emperor's wedding dress was extremely extravagant, extravagant and cumbersome, with three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapping people tightly, like a luggage.Er Zhurong rummaged for a long time without touching Yuan Ziyou's skin, and finally lost his patience. He reached out and grabbed his trousers, and pulled them down, until the panties fell to the knees.

The body is deeply connected, but the fire of desire burns even more.

Suddenly, Er Zhurong was hit hard on the right shoulder. Er Zhurong turned his head inexplicably.

Clutching the heel of the troublemaker, Er Zhurong suppressed his anger and cursed: "What are you doing, why are you crazy?"

Yuan Ziyou muttered something in a low voice, which could not be heard intermittently.

"What did you say?" Er Zhurong raised his voice impatiently, and at the same time exerted force with his hands, which almost deformed his ankle.

Yuan Ziyou retracted his legs in pain, and then roared out full of resentment, "I told you to touch me!"

"... Touching you?" Er Zhurong was taken aback when he heard this, and it took him a while to realize that Yuan Ziyou was dissatisfied with him!

Yuan Ziyou's dissatisfaction was not without reason.Er Zhurong was probably used to being served by concubines on weekdays, so he was extremely selfish in bed and never knew how to please others.He himself obviously didn't know about this, and he frowned, thinking that Yuan Ziyou was making trouble out of nothing.

Er Zhurong lived for more than twenty years, which can be regarded as a countless number of people.Whether everyone is a lady, or an oiran or a famous actress, those who get to touch him are the lucky ones, and they are careful when they say a word of love. How can anyone dare to find fault with him?

However, at this moment, it is not someone else but the current emperor who is lying under him.Since the emperor is willing to condescend and commit himself to himself, it doesn't seem too much to ask for something in bed-although the emperor is a bit too voluptuous.

Er Zhurong opened his mouth and closed it again.Since he missed the first moment of getting angry, it was too late to show his face to Yuan Ziyou.Suppressing his resentment, he put his right hand on the opponent's shoulder, and began to touch it meticulously.

Yuan Ziyou stretched his limbs in long stretches, and squinted his eyes comfortably under Er Zhurong's caress. After a while, he couldn't bear the loneliness, and arched his upper body to stick to Er Zhurong's chest. .

Er Zhurong couldn't bear to see his twisted posture, flailing endlessly like a big fish.After hesitating for a while, he slowly bent down and took the initiative to send his upper body into the opponent's arms. At the same time, he kept moving his hands, pulling Yuan Ziyou's legs around his waist.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain from behind. It was Yuan Ziyou's hands scratching back and forth, and his nails cut through the flesh, leaving streaks of blood.Er Zhurong didn't reject the stinging pain, on the contrary, he was getting more and more courageous under the stimulation of pain - he himself was not a person with strong desires, and regular love could not stir him up.If you want to make him really emotional, you really need some stimulation.

Yuan Ziyou felt the change in the other party's mood, and hugged the body in his arms more and more tightly, as if he wanted to rub life into his chest cavity.

Er Zhurong's forehead and temples were already wet, and there were thin streams of sweat flowing down the ears and back of his neck.Yuan Ziyou watched a bead of sweat slide down the side of his neck to his shoulder, and suddenly opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue, rolling it up gently.The sweat melted in his mouth, leaving behind a sour and bitter taste.

Yuan Ziyou licked his lips, and began to lick Er Zhurong's shoulders with insatiable desire.Gradually, licking turned into sucking, and sucking turned into biting.Once the teeth sank into the skin, they refused to let go. With the movement of the body, the flesh was torn apart. It didn't take long for the smell of blood to fill the mouth.

The pumping was still going on, and Yuan Ziyou was hit by the wind and waves and turned into a small boat with no support, and had to endure the storm and drift with the current.The flesh and blood in his mouth was the only thing he could rely on and support in the darkness, so much so that he clutched Er Zhurong's shoulder desperately and refused to let go.

The jaw was a little sore and numb due to excessive force, and the saliva overflowed from the corner of the mouth uncontrollably. Yuan Ziyou sucked in a mouthful in a hurry, and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

At the same time, Er Zhurong on his body let out a gasp and convulsed uncontrollably.The sharp pain seemed to be carrying an electric current, running from the shoulder to the tailbone, intertwined with the pleasure of **, it was so sweet that it made people palpitate.And he reached the peak instantly under the stimulation of this double pleasure.

The room returned to calm, only a burst of suppressed and rapid breathing remained.After a while, Er Zhurong seemed to have remembered something, and hurriedly broke free from Yuan Ziyou's restraint, and got up to check whether there were any marks left on his body.

After some groping, Er Zhurong felt relieved.With his two arms hanging down softly, he began to lose his mind for a short while in the kneeling posture, allowing the pleasure of the numbness to permeate his limbs and bones like erosion.

After the aftertaste of the orgasm completely receded, the drunkenness that hadn't completely subsided before was stirred up again, and the exhaustion mixed with the desire to vent swept his mind and body.His back swayed weakly twice, and he collapsed into Yuan Ziyou's arms as if he was exhausted.

The man's slender and strong body was quite heavy, and Yuan Ziyou's soul was almost knocked out of his body by such a sudden drop.After taking a breath, he pulled out his arm and gently pushed the shoulder of the person on him: "Master Erzhu?"

A tuft of Er Zhurong's hair happened to fall on half of his face, and the thin strands poked at the corners of his mouth and chin, ****.Stretching out his right hand to stroke that annoying tuft of hair, Yuan Ziyou continued, "Er Zhurong, are you happy enough?"

no respond.Er Zhurong lay contentedly on the warm body under his body, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Yuan Ziyou was silent for a while, then used his fingers to fiddle with Er Zhurong's long hair on the back, carefully wrapped a strand of hair around his fingertips, and then loosened it round and round.

"It's really shameless... My younger sister got married, but my elder brother got into my brother-in-law's bed first."

"Being an older brother" right now doesn't fight back, scolds, or retorts.So Yuan Ziyou can do whatever he wants and say whatever he wants.

"I don't understand...you shouldn't force me to marry even if you just like me a little bit. But if you really look down on me, why do you want to do such a thing with me?"

Slowly groping the skin under the palm, from the neck to the back of the waist, inch by inch, slowly.

"I don't want to marry that woman, it doesn't matter if she is your sister or your aunt!" At this point, Yuan Ziyou gasped with excitement—maybe it was because of his chest tightness.

"I really like you...I like you to death. But why are you so annoying!" Struggling to pull out half of his shoulders, he suddenly turned over and pressed Er Zhurong under him, and continued talking to himself : "Treat me well, treat me like an emperor... that's all I ask, isn't it too much?"

Yuan Ziyou seldom speaks seriously on weekdays, either with a playful smile or nervousness.It was a rare confession just now, and it was so heart-wrenching that the speaker himself was moved before the listener could react.

Yuan Ziyou blinked, almost crying.At this time, sporadic footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside the house, mixed in one place from all directions and then dispersed.Yuan Ziyou sat up straight in shock, opened the bed curtain and looked out the door, just in time to hear someone shout "The Emperor!"

Immediately afterwards, several voices sounded at the same time, and the drawn-out tone echoed in the long corridor for a while and then disappeared—it was a scene of searching for someone.

Yuan Ziyou guessed that it was about time to enter the bridal chamber, but he didn't intend to just show up.Putting down the bed curtain calmly, he moved his stiff frame, and slowly leaned back on Er Zhurong.

"Your subordinates are looking for me. I have to go to sleep with your sister soon... Are you happy?" Yuan Ziyou said to himself very lonely, caressing Er Zhurong's upper body slowly.Lonely is lonely, but he doesn't expect the other party to respond, because it seems that there is no possibility of his own thoughts being understood.

"You only have power, fame, and your soldiers in your eyes. Where am I? What do you think of me?" After groping to find the clothes that the two had taken off, Yuan Ziyou pulled out Er Zhurong's obscene pants. "Find a woman to humiliate me... Hmph, aren't you afraid that your sister will know the scandal you did?"

Lifting one of Er Zhurong's legs and putting it on the trousers, Yuan Ziyou touched the thing hanging between the other's legs: "You are shameless... a decent thing!"

The soldiers outside the house couldn't find anyone and they would come to inform Er Zhurong sooner or later, but the image of the two of them is really shameful right now.Yuan Ziyou supported Er Zhurong's sore and stiff skeleton for a long time before helping Er Zhurong cover his whole body.Bending down to straighten the other party's underwear, he panted and said, "I don't want to keep someone I don't like by my side. But now that the person has come, what do you think I should do?"

Er Zhurong went through a small "bump", and seemed to regain his sanity for a moment.Yuan Ziyou felt the vibration of the other party's body, and deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Kill her... Do you think it's okay? Dead people will never make me angry."

Hearing this, Er Zhurong slightly opened his eyes and frowned, as if thinking.However, his brain power was limited, and he fell into a drowsy sleep before reaching a conclusion.

Seeing this, Yuan Ziyou was suddenly in a good mood, as if he had just teased the other party severely.He lowered his head and pecked Er Zhurong's brow lightly. He straightened up and began to concentrate on arranging his wedding gown.