Violet and the Thorn Bird

Roseanne's warning was by no means impulsive, she really wanted to fight Arthur to the death.Before Randolph's body was put into the coffin, Green's treasury was opened, and gold coins flowed in all directions, quickly gathering enough troops.The Lake family in the north has turned against the Greens, and Heloise responded quickly by sending troops to support St. Forth, trying to eradicate the Greens completely.

Roseanne had been prepared for a long time, and Richard fell first, and then she surrounded St. Foss tightly, clearing up her plan to hold Arthur to hold the heart of the kingdom.The fact that Richard was able to be removed so quickly was an opportunity for her to fight Richard in the palace before she was touched by Borg, but it also showed that she was not really imprisoned by Arthur during this period and was helpless.

Maybe Roseanne had the possibility of negotiating with Arthur, but Randolph's death made all possibilities come to naught.

"The rose can still regenerate, and the harsh winter is only temporary." Roseanne said to the bishop hiding beside her, "Money rules everything, and the Greens have not failed yet." "

"The army of the Valkyries will come from the north, and the dwarves will become the walls in the middle. The Rose Guard has only been regrouped for a few months, Richard is not dead, and Arthur's guards and knights are still watching. You put yourself In a dangerous place, surrounded by heavy surroundings." The bishop escaped from the silent ice vein in embarrassment, his expression is not as bright as before, the temple that lost the pope is about to collapse, and only the name of Vulcan's belief for many years can still be maintained. He tried his best to save it, so he cooperated with Roseanne who kept the treasury.

"You said the situation was so serious, but you forgot to mention the temple. The pope left the warlocks behind, and they are now following your orders, and you still have Xiago in your hand." Roseanne was haggard, she was sitting in a chair, and the window of the room transmitted In the afterglow of dusk, fine dust floats in the air.She smoothed the skirt on her knees with her fingers, as if telling herself, "The struggle is endless, and there will never be a truce in this world. Tabor and the Pope are friends, but now the Pope is broken in the hands of the Demon King and Borg. How can Violet just sit back and ignore the human beings? Valkyries and demons are wandering in the wilderness. Tabor should defend the king against the army of traitors, and Heloise should be handed over to him. As for the central part, the dwarves are sparsely populated, and the old Brown can't form them at all. If he raises a real army, even if he builds up the walls in the clouds, it will be of no use to me, because we have another way."

The Green people control the way of money all the year round. No one understands the thoughts of nobles better than Roseanne. The lion Firth is not the only one. Compared with Arthur, who has endured years of weakness and is known for being weak, Meadow Rose may be more suitable for the throne.

"How do you want to deal with Your Majesty?" The bishop watched Roseanna stand up.

Roseanne approached the window, her back turned to the Bishop, enveloped in the afterglow.There are huge roses stabbed on the back of the skirt, she looks like a flower blooming here, the beauty is only the confusion of the appearance, and the thorny thorns are the essence.

"I want Arthur to die." Roseanne held the window, tilted her head slightly, and said in a soft voice, "I want that bastard and his demon king to pay for it with blood."

The devil is eating, and he shows off his long legs all the time, wishing to stretch them far when sitting in a chair.

"Swallow?" Gal looked blank, "I haven't fed Swallow to the cub, can I still feed that thing? Seriously, I'm a good father, and I never feed strange things to the cub."

"My good father let him chew off a dozen peeping eyes." Fanny said from the side.

"I've never heard of a snotbeast that can eat the peeping eyes, otherwise the snotbeast would rule the world." Sean, who was still hanging his arms, looked at Borg, "He always forgets the key Things, didn't you notice?"

"If you mean he's always forgetting key things, then I understand that well enough to even give a speech here. But if you mean when the cub eats and devours, then I have the honor to say, thank you, I look Like a good dad?" Borg scoffed.

"Maybe it's because of carelessness. It's normal. Gal always behaves like a missing string. After all, normal people don't jump off the giant wall." Gray was removing Sean's armor. He has been obsessed with this recently. , casually said, "Let's think about it, maybe it was at the beginning, when we were surrounded by snotbeasts in Ice Lake City, what did Gal do at that time? He went into Borg's room in the middle of the night and wanted to search Borg's drawer. It's in there... yes, he put his hand in the cub's mouth, poor little one."

"I swear I just wanted my stone back," Gall said. "The cub swallowed my hand, and I didn't stuff it, understand dwarf? I didn't."

"...It's entirely possible." Fanny hesitated for a moment, then she turned to Gal and asked studiously, "But I've always wanted to know, have the cubs ever drank your milk? Of course, ordinary males don't have this, but yours before The body is so special, and there are treant tears, maybe there is a hidden ability like this? Don't be shy, Your Majesty, come on and answer me generously, do you have any?"

"Are you stupid? Milk? Me? I'm a male! No matter how special my body is, I won't be able to feed cubs! I don't! You always think so right? How can you think so? Listen, how can I give cubs Cub feeding? Oh I did, but it was with a bottle and I was walking around like a daddy! Its daddy doesn't care, but that doesn't mean I nurse, I don't have milk. Why do we have to Discussing this? I don't want to discuss this, and I'm not shy, so why should I be shy, I'm not at all." Gal bit his fork.

"It's just a little curiosity, the spirit of inquiry of a scholar." Fanny raised her hand to comfort Gal's fur.

Gal snorted. His teeth were sharp now, and the fork was deformed when he took it out.

"Well, since we can't find the reason... Anyway, it's not too bad. The cub was an accident, and it helped a lot." Sean stopped to explore, "Then we should talk about the future, will you go back to the abyss?" ?”

"Times have changed brother. Always sitting on the throne hurts my ass, I should go around, for the sake of the reputation of the devil, don't let the bards uglify me, I am much more handsome than them. And the banshee with hair Last week's meeting report was to find out who I really am, but I don't think it's important." Gal put his fork on the plate and raised his red eyes halfway, "The devil will always be the barrier of the abyss, and I will do my duty. Other than that Besides, don't interfere with me. You know the light in the abyss is not very good. I always have to repair the throne. It's not easy. They never came to help! Now whoever wants to stay in it, I don't Don't mind them singing in my seat. The great hunters should be wandering, I owe the Borg a debt, and the devil's not bad. I don't think you'll go back to the Cliff of Remnant, though you have a house there, But your admirers probably won't welcome Heloise, the curly-haired banshees are all calculative guys, last time they asked me for compensation for crushing the grass when Eno broke his shell, God behold, that shouldn't be Looking for you?"

"The affairs of the kingdom have not been dealt with, you can't go anywhere." Sean said, "Of course I won't go back to live, I'm not your knight now, I don't have to guard the child who needs to be beaten, it's good to stay here of."

"I'm so cute." Gal raised his hand to Borg and gestured at the horns. "I was so cute when I was a little devil, and he said I deserved a beating? I guarantee he can't find it in the world." A child who is more considerate than me."

"I believe how cute you are." Borg raised his eyebrows, "I also know how cute you are."

Although it is the same topic.

But it always makes people around feel so ambiguous.

Gray, who is single so far, poked at his armor, "Enough, stop! I want to know why Gal is still Gal. Fanny surprised me when she said he might be the 'devil king'!"

"Strange question." Gall noticed that they were all looking at him, and then he shook his chair, playing with the taste, "Of course I am me."

This answer is not satisfactory.

But Gall refused to say any more.

"The shackles are gone, and the night will no longer bind you." Borg leaned against the door, "What are you doing knocking on my door late at night?"

"Discuss life." Gal put the pillow in Seborg's arms, and walked into it barefoot, "Self-cultivation is not suitable for you, we have been sleeping together this month, it's too late to be vigilant now, my dear."

Borg closed the door.

In the room, only the mushroom lamp by the bed was turned on, and Cal got under the covers, took off his clothes carefully, and put on Borg's shirt.He opened a corner of the quilt and patted Borg on his position.

Borg turned off the light, and the pillow was so squishy that the two of them seemed to sink in together when they lay next to each other.Gal would fall asleep in seconds when he closed his eyes, but today Borg pinched his nose to keep him from falling asleep.

"You've been sleeping a lot lately," Berger said.

"A little sequelae." Gal yawned. "Recently, he has become sleepy easily. Perhaps the body is adjusting itself."

"The taste is increasing." Berg's chin rested on his horns, the surface was not smooth, and the patterns made it comfortable to rub against.

"Smell?" Gal drew his voice dullly, "I take a shower every day."

Borg didn't speak, and there was a refreshing bath smell in Gar's hair, but this smell was often immediately covered by a sweeter scent.The scent was increasing every night, and today it had become quite overwhelming, making it difficult for Borg to sleep.

But Gal didn't... very special behavior.

"Has Sig talked to you?" Gall asked suddenly.

"Is there a question about war," Borg said. "If the North End goes to war with the kingdom, his 'guard life' will be in jeopardy."

In the meeting last month, the Snakeman and the Ratman had fully stated that they would not compromise easily. The discussion on how to treat humans was actually very intense, even dangerous.The elves and dwarves can be classified as safe for the time being, only because they offered a helping hand at the beginning, and Gray didn't force the ratmen to be cannon fodder when the Rose Guard army besieged the forest.

Hatred will not dissolve, especially against the Greens.

However, Garr's idea is not to enslave the kingdom. He has no interest in this, but must face the angry race to decide the final strategy.The quarrels in the meeting were endless, and the Ratmen stood firm on the proposal to kill Green and enslave humans. For this reason, they even did not hesitate to win over the banshee to put pressure on Gal.

The devil can use violent means to solve everything, but he can't ignore the decision of the northern race alliance alone. This matter occupies everyone's time, and they hold meetings almost every week.

Borg waited for Gal to continue, but found that he was breathing steadily, and he was already asleep.Borg lay flat, vaguely agitated by the smell.

Half awake in the middle of the night, Borg found Gal leaning over him.The quilt was scorching hot, Gal was sweating, and the smell had filled the surroundings, giving Borg a premonition.

"...are you okay?" Borg pinched Gal's chin.

The black hair was wet, and the devil didn't reply, but licked it all the way along Borg's fingers.Panting lightly, he lifted his long legs across Borg's hips and rode them fully up.The shirt was undone a few buttons, and Gal yanked him, tongue caught in Borg's fingers.

"Need help." Borg offset the amount with him, "Really?"

He knew that maybe giving Gal a little relief would delay the heat, but he hadn't done anything for a month.

Gal felt reason was pulling away, desire was trying to bury him, and Borg was his only driftwood.

Borg bit the back of Gal's neck, bumped his lower body hard, the joint was tight, the wet semen was continuously squeezed out of the hole, and slid out traces along the inner thigh, and the ticking bed sheet underneath was wet wrinkled.Gall's nasal voice had grown from a snort to a slurred plea for mercy.His wet and tight secret area spasms endlessly in the fast and heavy thrusts, and gradually even the beautiful back trembles slightly, and the front end that continuously sprays semen can only spit out thin liquid dejectedly, pitifully Trembling with the shaking of the body.

The way Borg bit the back of Gal's neck was like a wild beast holding its prey, the sucking in Gal's hole made his lust unstoppable, and his mind was honestly reflected on the swollen cock.The front body supported by Gal was crumbling, Borg lifted his upper body, and the mirror entangled the two faces full of desire ambiguously.

"...don't..." Gal raised his hand to cover his eyes, and repeated in panting, "...don't..."

"Why not." Bogra let him sit with his back against his arms, clasping his hands tightly behind his back.There were deep teeth marks on the back of Gal’s neck, and this posture made him unable to escape his obsession. His red eyes were shrouded in mist, his lips were slightly swollen from licking, half-opened when he exhaled, and the bright red tip of his tongue loomed longingly, naked. His upper body was covered with bite marks.

Borg whispered in his ear: "Pretty, cute, alluring."

This posture made the bottom become more sticky and clingy, and Borg confined him to his body, occupying him with great force.Gal's breathing became more rapid during his thick jacking, and he felt that he was on the verge of starving for oxygen, and the accumulation of pleasure would drown him in this embrace.

"Here's mine." Borg thrust brutally at the point that made him scream, and then lifted his legs with both hands, opening him up fully in the mirror.The thick penis was greedily engulfed by the red and swollen hole, and then pulled out and pushed forward, clearly reflected in the eyes, making Gal, who was already hot all over, suddenly pushed to the choppy orgasm again.Borg pinched his chin, kissed his neck and the back of his ears delicately, with fierce eyes, "This is mine too. Your body, voice, and happiness belong to me."

Gal's eyes were red with pleasure, and he was panting violently.Borg's breath was caught in the spasms of Gall's orgasm, and the low gasp in his throat pressed against Gall's ear.Gal leaned limply against his chest, his stomach wet with his own cum.

"Enough...too much..." Gall said tremblingly.

I don't know how long the time has passed, maybe it's already bright, or it's already dark.No one came to bother, the room seemed to be consciously marked as a restricted area, and Sean even added a curse circle.

After all, if Gal spread his wings, the house would be dangerous.

"My lord is lying." Borg gripped his front end with a palm, wet with liquid.Gal's sensitive body couldn't stand a little teasing, and when he became hard again, Berger raised his hand and inserted his semen-stained fingers into his mouth, "Greedy guy, dessert is over, and your dinner is ready to start."

The fingers slowly moved in and out of the tenderness of the lips and tongue, and the lower body also slowly thrust into Gal's wetness with this rhythm.

"Don't say 'please' to me." Borg stared into the confused red eyes in the mirror, "I like it when you order me to never say 'please' to me again. Gal, do you want me to continue? My baby ...I'm waiting for you to answer me. I love you...like this."

Borg pulled out his finger, liquid dripping from the tip.He tilted his head and kissed Gal, pinching Gal's nipple with his fingertips.Gal immediately trembled, he surrendered to the tip of his tongue when he was kissed by Borg, and in the ambiguous sound of saliva, his spine was numb from the stimulation of his fingertips.

"Ah..." Panting came out of his mouth, Gal was so teased and kneaded that he couldn't think.

"If you don't say it." Borg sucked the corner of his lips, "I will be at a loss, what should I do? Give me an order Gal."

"...Borg..." Gal said intermittently, his whole body was flushed red, and even his tail was tightly wrapped around Borg's waist, "...Borg...haha..."

He rubbed his hips impatiently, succumbing to the rough bump.He seemed to have been taught a new method and finally found the correct way to open it.

"Here?" Borg pressed heavily into everything, rubbing hard at the point that made him cry so excitedly, "Huh—?"

"No... ah... no..." Gall couldn't even pronounce the word "no".

"Not here." Borg pushed him violently to the head of the bed, Gal supported the head of the bed, Borg raised his hips, let his knees spread, squeezed between his legs with a full load, and started Twitching, "Is that here, or here?"

Gall's body was shaken from the impact, his eyes half hidden by his messy black hair.Borg's strong waist and hips made him feel like he was going to die. He called Borg's name and begged him to slow down.

"Wrong." Borg lashed at his cramped depths relentlessly, "You should order."

Gal bit the tip of his tongue, looked up and breathed out and saw himself in the mirror close at hand.The longing in his eyes was deep, obviously "slow down" was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it out.He ordered in a low voice when he heard his tears being inserted.

"...shot into the Borg." Gall sobbed, "I want you to hit me harder."

Borg pulled one of his hands back, the thick cock savagely following his orders.

"Well done." Borg stroked his hair with his palm like a reward, his voice hoarse, "Well done baby, I'll push in here hard, and give you all... my Gal. "

The puffing sound crazily trampled under him, and Gal's fingers trembling on the head of the bed, he saw himself panting to the waist, his legs trembling from being fucked by Borg.Borg had to forcefully slam into it every time he pulled it out, the fierce cracking sound mixed with the sound of flooding and viscous water, Gal's voice was already hoarse, his cry was not high-pitched, but a variety of vague and hoarse hums , more like the whimper of a small animal.The front end was shaking violently, Gal's toes curled up, and he cried for survival.The folded wings left marks on his back, and Borg bumped into him, bowing his head and licking the marks on the wings.The slightly swollen place immediately made Gal cry and groan, the wet pussy sensitively clenched Berg's penis, the smell has been mixed with the smell of intercourse, and the messy and wet mattress revealed thick sensuality.Borg pulled out abruptly, turned him over and put him back on the bed.Pull his thighs apart.

"Let the tail come." Borg reached the mouth of Gal's cave, which was already dripping wet.Gal's obedient tail rubbed against Borg's leg, and Gal let out an unbearable cry.Borg's lip line raised maliciously, he kneaded the tip of the tail with his fingertips, and inserted the front of his penis.

Gal's expression made Borg happy, but also made Borg's perverted desire to be imprisoned even more.Gal's tail even trembled slightly, his waistline was bent out of pleasure, his toes curled up, and he whimpered and called Borg.

"No... Borg..." Gal raised his hand to cover his eyes, unable to tell the difference.The impact made the soft part clearly full, and the raised buttocks gave him an inescapable sense of panic.

Borg leaned over to kiss Gal, feeling Gal's dependence in the entanglement of his tongue. His waist was strong and domineering, and he pressed Gal hard under his body and manipulated out of control.

this is mine.

Borg's breathing became heavier.

this is mine.

Gall suddenly snorted out loud, tightening his grip on Borg's shoulders, trembling all over.Borg was still squirting, kissing him and not letting go, holding him tight, tight in his arms.

"I love you baby." Borg said in a deep voice, swallowing Gal's saliva greedily, inserting his hands between Gal's fingers, pressing him completely close to him, and then locked his eyes on Gal's absent-minded expression. It hasn't faded yet, and the wet hole is still convulsing and constricting.

The rut was still going on, but Gal was completely paralyzed.His crying and trembling were all dominated by Borg, and his legs were being fucked in various ways during the play. Whether he was kneeling or lying on his stomach, he was obviously exhausted and had enough pleasure, but his waist and hips couldn't stop to cater to Borg. shake.

Borg.

Want Borg.

Gall bowed his head against Berg's cheek, swallowing his body fluid, his breath burning hot.The waist was clasped, and it was unclear whether it was Borg who hit him or whether he was pushed down. The wet and sticky liquid had spread all over his body, and he choked and bit Borg's shoulder.

Borg grabbed Gal's finger and brought it to his lips for a kiss, then turned his head to kiss him and demanded him, rubbing against the tip of his nose.

"Gal." Borg whispered, "Look at me."

Galdian almost twitched, he gasped and pressed against Borg, his blurred eyes were tightly wrapped around Borg's heart.

"You only belong to me." Borg's voice was already hoarse, and he bumped harder, the crackling sound and the muffled sticky sound of water accompanied by Gal's rapid panting.

I don't know if Gal heard clearly.