Violet and the Thorn Bird

The free mercenary group left the small town and arrived at the small village under the Limon Waterfall a day later, only to find that more than a hundred of them had all died.This time, instead of disembowelling, the throats were cut one by one by invisible pull wires. The dark red slits were ferocious, and the blood sprayed the wall into a strange painting in the setting sun.

The black cloak that searched the living turned over the corpses one by one, but found no survivors.No birds flew over here, no animals ran across the ground here, except for death, there was only the deafening sound of Limon Waterfall.

"Not soft at all." Gal squatted in front of the corpse, Belle lay on his shoulders.He slid across the gap with his finger, "The massacre in an instant has no signs for ordinary people, they are just continuing their daily actions. Such a gap makes blood splatter, it is really a disgusting habit of killing, he must be fanatic He loves watching that moment of death. Well, he's turned over the corpses, he's looking for new puppets. Borg, I'm afraid we've encountered a monster, not a 'human'."

"And he didn't hide it." Fanny sniffed, "The scent of violets is even stronger."

"Damn warlocks," Gray said, "they should be wiped out!"

"He took the corpse." Borg moved his gaze back along the blood-soaked grass, "There is more than one."

"Fissy guy," Gal said. "He's looking for the right puppet. He's supposed to like big, strong bodies...he's probably a little guy."

"I don't like huge guys," Gray retorted.

"Of course, dwarves have nothing to fear," Gall said, "but he's clearly human. Human males usually complain when they're too small."

"Maybe it's a woman." Fanny said, "I've never seen a man like wearing perfume so much."

"This is not perfume." Borg pushed his scabbard against the grass nest. "This is flower candy from Violet City. He had a good meal here."

"You mean he still likes candy?" Gray looked disbelieving.

"And bread." Gal dipped a bit of bread crumbs from the grass nest, "corn flavor. It tastes good, and I like it too. But all in all, everyone, I can only imagine a child in my mind."

"It's also possible to be a skinny old man with a crooked body and a sweet taste." Fanny said, "Warlocks usually look like this. Because they dedicated the lives and souls of others to the abyss, they were cast aside by the gods, so that they couldn't be natural. Aging and ugly faces are also the punishment of the gods."

"I admire your erudition again." Gal wiped his fingertips clean, "But I have to say that many times human beings are blinded by the 'labels' they know, and thus become the murderer's invisibility cloak."

"Whether it is a woman or a child, there is no way to take away a few strong bodies." Gray said, "He can't even carry himself!"

"No." Fanny folded her arms, "he can let the corpse follow him, as long as his skills are not too bad. But I have never heard of such a young person in the kingdom—you can even call it a young one." Warlock."

"Appearances often hide the truth," Borg said. "Gather them together and burn them."

The corpse cannot be exposed here all the time, it will attract a large number of real wilderness corpse-picking birds.But this kind of cleaning work actually tests patience, the smell of blood is so thick that the sense of smell temporarily loses its ability to work, and the sight of flies and insects is also a bad scene that challenges appetite.Everyone didn't use much for dinner, they didn't stay in a private house, but slept in a carriage.

Borg lay flat on the narrow velvet mattress, Gal bent over his palm.This position made Gal's breath close to Borg's skin, and the two were closely connected in the dimness.

What a bad yet pleasing pose.

"You know him?" Gall said. "The puppeteer."

"Maybe," Borg said.

"His madness exceeded my expectations." Gall said, "Slaughtering life requires a reason, just as Randolph slaughtered the snake man, the reason is to seize the Forest of Magic."

Borg bent one leg and pushed Gal lightly to the side.Gal lay down on his side, the velvet cushion was too narrow, and the two of them faced each other sideways, almost touching each other.Borg simply covered his eyes, admiring his nose and lips frankly, "You said he was a 'monster', he no longer belongs to human beings."

"Animals also need reasons." Gal was blocked, and he didn't know why the atmosphere felt a little sticky. "If there is no reason to hunt the target, there is no meaning."

"Your exploration of 'people' is still like a child." Borg said, "As you go deeper into the kingdom, more and more people will reveal your surprising side."

Gal's lips curved slightly, "I'd be scared if you said that. Human beings often show more surprising appearances than gods. Is violet a warlock's lair? I've never heard of this. Monsters don't always grow by themselves , he has to be taught deliberately."

"Not all monsters are like this." Borg paused slightly when he said this, "The warlock's lair is in San Vers."

This time Gal even opened his left eye.

"The king allows such warlocks to run rampant? This is unreasonable. They need a steady stream of people as puppets, but the king can tolerate it? Or does he want to use these people to gain power?"

"The prison can provide puppets." Borg said, "The original intention of the Warlock Alliance was to manipulate the heart of the devil and obtain the strongest puppets."

"But they failed." Gall said, "Of course they have to fail! Is the devil a rabbit? A mere warlock dares to try to manipulate the devil! Did I say that the king's head is broken? How can he be as stupid as his father! Warlocks are villains who steal other people's lives! Shameless villains!"

"Good villains," Borg said. "Then these villains dug up the Kingdom Tomb and stole the corpses of all the heroes in the kingdom overnight. They didn't spare any bones or ashes," Borg recalled. The situation at that time, "I have to say that they were secretive and quick in action."

"You were still in St. Vers." Gal looked closer at him, "Captain Borg, you are still in the Holy Knights. I think the king will not be too happy, he asked you to arrest these villains, did you catch them? "

"I'm a little sleepy." Borg raised his eyebrows.

"Hey!" Gal lay down within the range of his breath, "You can't tell half the story! This is an abominable thing! Sleep with the Borg after telling it!"

Borg had closed his blue eyes, and he blocked Gall's gaze, leaving Gall in darkness under his palm.

"I don't have that many stories." Borg said lazily. "We have to tell them separately."

"But I want to listen to it all at once!" Gal said. "I won't be able to sleep because my heart itches. You can't resist your curiosity. I'm curious about Borg, I'm really... ah... I'm super Want to know the follow-up! Have you caught them? Catch them! You are strong, at least there are no Valkyries in San Vers! But if you catch them, we shouldn’t meet Warlocks today, so they still run away Did it drop? Tell me Borg, tell me..."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Borg was pressed down by his leaning forward body, but he never made a sound to remind him.

"I'm not a cat," Gal said, "so I won't die, and you don't have to worry about that."

"Really." Borg had already lay down again, "Where did I just talk?"

"You were ordered to arrest them!" Gall noticed the palm's departure, and he followed it involuntarily, and then a little warm softness was touched between his lips.

Borg opened his fingers slightly, his blue eyes stared at Gal, "You kissed me."

"I know." Gal coughed, stepped back a little, and put his fist against his lips, "...This was an accident, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?" Borg clasped Gal's head, which was about to retreat, with the other palm, "I can't see your sincerity at all."

"I'm sincere! Look at my eyes! Sorry is written all over it." Cal felt the atmosphere was bubbling, hot and sticky.

"I don't accept Shuangyan's apology." Borg looked slightly cold, "You are sexual harassment, baby."

"What?" Cal wondered if he had heard it wrong again, "What do you mean by sex...sex? No, I didn't mean that, I mean I'm not in heat yet! Uh, of course I'm not...I really don't That means!"

"Disappointing sophistry," Borg said. "I thought we were good friends." The last three words on his tongue seemed to be tangled together.

"Yes we are, although there are twists and turns! But we really are, I'm glad to hear you admit that good friends shouldn't do this kind of thing." Gal hung his head guiltily, "I'm too obsessed with these hands to cause such a result ...I'm sorry Borg..."

"So," said Borg, "what are you going to do?"

"You can punch me," Gal said. "You're welcome. My apologies are sincere and I will never fight back."

"Verbal promises don't reassure me," Borg said. "If you want to resist, I can't stop it. After all, we are friends."

"Okay." Gal sighed, "You can choose to tie me up, try to tie me as tight as possible, don't tie a bow tie, entangle me to death. In this way, even if I regret it, I won't be able to break free immediately. I'm not good at untying ropes. In fact, I am very Hate to untie the ropes because they're so twisty...you can start the Borg."

"Since you are so earnest," Borg said seriously, "I will do my best."

After half an hour.

Gal's legs were half bent, and they were forced apart by the rope.His arms were tied behind his waist, and his chest was also entangled and he could only straighten and lean back.He couldn't see ahead because Borg's hands were covering his eyes to help him from the burning pain, but the position made Gall feel a little...well...not sure.

"You're so tight." Gal frowned slightly, and twisted his wrist, "Damn it, get tighter and tighter! How did you do it? Borg, this trick is a bit cool, I'll give you a gold coin, can you Teach me? I promise you can't make money by tying dragons like this. Are you ready? Which side do you want to beat? I like my face better, but if you must... um... what are you doing? Okay thanks My neckline is indeed a bit tight... what is this..." Gall opened his eyes strangely amid the fluttering of the fluff, but Borg covered it tightly.

This makes the touch feel clearer.

"A little punishment." Borg squatted down, "The posture is very beautiful, Lord Demon King."

"No...you call me that...I'm a little...excited..." Gal gradually became unsteady as he explored deeply, "...where's your fist? Friend!"

"How could I beat up a friend," Borg laughed, "especially my sweet best friend."

Gal was forced to raise his head and opened his mouth slightly.His panting was mixed with the trembling of his body, and the sound of breathing became more and more intense.Borg always blocked his eyes, but Gal felt the "special care" of Borg clearly for the first time in his panting.

"It seems that life in the abyss is very lonely." Borg removed the fluff and rubbed his thumb on Gal's belly. "Your reaction is awesome."

"I'm a male." Gal could feel the temperature of Borg's fingertips, which made him hoarse, "I advise you to stop here and don't go down! I don't want Borg! Fuck friend, you this……"

"Speak completely." Borg bowed his head and sniffed Gal's neck. "It smells great, full of lust, and makes people want to do something else. Is this the unique smell of the devil?"

"Yes..." Galha gasped, "... let me go... I don't want... I shouldn't..."

I shouldn't be in heat now, it's not the right time.

"You're lying again," Borg grimly said. "Let go of you? No, you want me to tighten up a little more. Don't go down? Then let's go down and feel... You're so hard and honest. Your smell Your heart has been exposed, poor baby, what should I do next?"

"You should get out." Gal was sweating in Borg's grip, he bit the tip of his tongue, "...no...don't be like this Borg!" His voice changed, "Ha...I don't know ...I don't know! Damn...damn you...stop!"

"Okay." Borg's hand stopped unexpectedly, and then left.

However, Gal didn't find an outlet, the accumulated pleasure densely bit his body, his wet black hair fell by his ears, and even his neck turned red.

"You've made your choice," Borg said. "You prefer another game, seduce me with words, like that night. Gal."

He is like a real demon, sticking to Gall's ear.

"Say you need my fingers to rub your desires, right now."

Beads of sweat rolled down his spine, Gal's eyelashes fluttered under his palms.