blood of cain

章节字数：3033更新时间：10-05-1921:56

1.anger of superiors

Listening to his stubborn, angry and hoarse curse, the baron not only did not lose his temper, but became even more excited.

He tightly tied Cain's waist, locked his hands behind his back, and there was no longer any distance between his body and his body.

The baron rubbed against his body impatiently, his eyes gradually blurred.

He couldn't understand why such a touching child was abandoned?

But now that he has a sperm on his brain, he can't make a correct judgment at all, so he doesn't realize the danger.

Blindly teasing and teasing raised his anger to the highest point, the anger was like a prairie fire, and it boiled instantly and spread throughout his body.

His dark blue pupils were instantly stained red by blood, and no trace of blue could be seen in his pupils, and even the whites of his eyes were quickly covered with bloodshot, twisting and twisting, like two complex bloody|totems.

The baron buried his head in his slender and graceful neck, licking it rudely and unbearably, completely oblivious to his changes.

His consciousness became more and more blurred with the discoloration of the eyes, and the only obvious feeling was the gums.

His gums are getting more and more painful, with soreness and itching in the pain. This complex feeling is very tormenting, and the most primitive desire in his heart is aroused along with the swelling and pain of the gums.

Opening his blood-red eyes in pain, he roared, and the moment his mouth grew, his sharp canine teeth protruded instantly!

He yelled, and his grasped hands broke free from the baron's shackles!

In just a breath, sharp nails like knives stretched out from his originally white and slender fingers, and he firmly pinched his fingers into the baron.

Desire drove him crazy. During the struggle, he rolled over and crushed the baron under him.

The sharp and painful canine teeth pierced the baron's neck without hesitation!

He squinted his eyes enjoying the baron's miserable screams, the dark and deep red light flashed in his eyes, and finally there was only intoxication and pleasure on his face.

He even gracefully pulled up the baron in his arms, and locked him into his arms. The tip of his pink tongue stuck out of his mouth, lightly licking the two bright red marks on the baron's neck.

The tip of the tongue kept sweeping away the blood that came out, and the smooth, sweet and mellow taste filled his mouth. The blood with the cold breath seemed to intoxicate him like old wine.

Such an irresistible temptation of blood awakened his long-silent instinct, and the smell of blood wafted around, which was completely unbearable to ordinary people, but to a king like Cain who lived in darkness, it was Great enjoyment.

Especially for Cain, the best spokesperson of the dark race, blood has the most direct and important stimulation for him.

The skin that had started to rot and fester under the double attack of water and sunlight returned to its original state in an instant, even smoother and more delicate.

The baron's life was passing away gradually, but he felt the most exciting happiness in the world.

Being sucked by the first blood is a stronger feeling than any intense sex|love.

A sense of belonging, a desperate and destructive pleasure that can lead the soul to hell.

Cain raised his head, eyes that seemed to be half-closed flashed with contented happiness, at this time, the sunlight outside the window was fading, and evening had come, and the room with deep curtains was dim and ambiguous due to the setting sun.

There was still a smear of fresh blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, that face that could turn all living beings upside down, exquisite and delicate to charm the world.

The eyes that have gradually returned to their original colors are shining with dark blue light, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the thin lips are gorgeous, the naked | exposed | skin | moving.

Cain, is the perfect combination of beauty and evil.

He is like an angel who has long been away from the chaotic world, with a casual and unrestrained smile on his mouth, but the blood stains beside him and his jet-black hair remind him all the time: this is the most evil devil, not a kind and innocent angel.

And that sad baron, at the last moment, couldn't know who he had offended.

Blood clan, the superior is supreme.

2.blood dusk

After he satiated, his cheeks were stained with blush, and his cold and stiff body seemed to have some warmth.

Holding the baron's corpse tightly with both hands, the sharp nails dug deep into the flesh of the corpse, bringing out gurgling dark blood.

The red that oozes from the fingers is dim and deep, like the last blood of a person who has been dead for a long time.

He hugged the corpse even more tightly, like a cute child hugging his most beloved doll.

His nails kept stirring, and the friction between the flesh and the nails made a more eerie and gloomy sound of water: "Guji...Guji..."

Sighing contentedly, he threw the body in his arms aside, staring at his sharp nails with confused eyes.

As if staring at a lover, the eyes are gentle and lingering, and the enthusiasm in them is provoked again by the seductive dark red between the nails.

The bloody and disgusting scene in the eyes of others has a fatal temptation for him.

The dark red blood threads are like gorgeous vines, depicting sinister and charming curves between the fingers, wrapping around the entanglement, like a blood-colored tattoo that touches the soul, entrenched on the white and slender fingers.

Cain suddenly showed a happy smile. He brought his hands to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath. The rich aroma of blood diffused through his nose and went straight to his brain, stirring every fragile nerve.

The tongue sticks out mischievously, like licking candy, cleaning up the redness on the fingers one by one.

He carefully licked every corner, not letting go of any sweetness, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the satisfied arc of his mouth proved his pleasure.

The sunlight outside the window has gradually dimmed, and dusk has come.

The exhausted sun could no longer radiate the energy that could burn him, it was sinking into the bottom of the sea little by little, and before that, even itself seemed to have been infected by blood.

In a trance, he obsessively looked at the sunset outside the window, that beautiful sunset had turned deep red, his favorite color.

This kind of pleasure that erodes everything makes him softly hum a song:

I'm a wanderer,

a cursed wanderer,

that bloody afternoon,

The blood of my brothers stains my land,

The anger and joy of my heart,

were all doused.

God cursed me, but blessed me,

I wander the land,

Whoever meets me will want to kill me,

And I won't compromise,

who kills me,

It will be seven times worse.

There was a strange and seductive smile on his beautiful face, humming a tune happily, swaying his body gently, his straight black hair slowly fluttering with the beat, dancing in a beautiful arc that was both seductive and desperate.

As the song came to an end, he seemed to be tired, he yawned slowly, and fell on the bed, his dark hair spread out, encircling him in the center of the bed.

He just fell asleep.

..........................................

When Cain woke up again, what greeted his eyes was a blood-red world.

The light in the room was a soft dark red. He was surprised that the wooden house with such a simple appearance was so luxurious inside.

Gorgeous bright red curtains are hung on the floor-to-ceiling windows by the balcony, opposite is an elegant fireplace with meticulous workmanship, and a portrait oil painting is hung above the mantelpiece, in which is a beautiful female angel.

This combination was indescribably weird and decadent, which made him shudder.

In his mind, the madness before coma was played back intermittently.

Clenching his hands, taking a deep breath, he slowly looked back into the bed.

The baron, who was originally arrogant and evil, was lying limp on the inner side of the bed with his limbs strangely placed.

The distorted limbs and disembodied miserable body were bloody, but what made him even more creepy was that the baron did not have a distorted expression of pain, nor did he look surprised or unbelievable. Instead, he looked serene, as if there was a hint of happiness in the corner of his mouth Sweet smile, messy blond hair all over the bed, one arm stretched out, fingernails embedded in the bed board, wiping bloody flowers.

His neck stretched out long, and was tilted to one side, a smear of red tooth marks straddled the exposed blue-blue arteries, nothing had flowed out for a long time, there were only dry dark red blood scars.

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PS: Regarding the song of the homeless in the Bible, you can go to the Bible, the badness of the sevenfold retribution in the Bible is just this bad. When the Bible was translated at that time, it was in the period of changes between simplified and traditional Chinese characters. At that time A lot of words are mixed, and there is no so-called typo. For example, many places were not divided at that time. Let me explain to you here.

To avoid people saying that I wrote typos again, haha~