Groom's Troubles Goblin's Melancholy

Just thinking about it for a moment, John felt a roar in his head, like the sound of a world tearing apart and collapsing.

It took all his strength to control himself from rushing forward to cover Sol's beautiful mouth.

"It's you who become my assistant, stay by my side, and manage the manor with me!" Sol stepped forward and took John's hand, holding it firmly.

"What?" It took John a while to realize the meaning of Saul's words. "This, this is impossible... how is it possible! Besides... I am illiterate." John tried hard to digest some of Sol's true meaning.

"I didn't say it was easy. I can teach you from scratch, and if your self-esteem allows, I can also hire a tutor to teach you to read and learn math, accounting. Of course you don't have to accept it, after all I I think it is much easier for me to give up my business and enter your circle!"

John was shocked by the determination in Saul's tone.He always thought that in this relationship, he was the one who could do anything for the one he loved.

His heart had already compromised unconsciously, and he couldn't help but nodded.

"Although I can't guarantee success...but I'm willing to try."

Sol pulled him into his arms and hugged him hard. He couldn't speak for a long time, and after a while he murmured: "Oh my God, I'm so nervous that I'm about to faint."

John chuckled and offered a kiss.

"You're only now feeling a little bit about how I feel."

Saul frowned and kissed him back, "I don't remember you saying anything to me that made me nervous?"

John sighed, resting his forehead on Sol's shoulder. "Just talking to the master is enough to make me nervous. I have loved you since I could do things. Every word and every action of yours has an impact on me."

Sol shook his shoulders and laughed, "I didn't expect honest people to speak sweet words. But you only came here to work after the old Mr. Manley passed away, at least eighteen or nine years old. Don't say it like how many years ago It seems that I am not so cruel to control half-grown children."

"I was 19 when Dad died." John said with a sullen face, "but I won't lie to you, Dad took me to help in the stables a few years ago, thinking that I would learn to work and support the family earlier. But I'm afraid that the master won't allow me to come out when you come, so I will hide in the small wooden room where the harness is kept, and peek at you through the gap in the wooden door." He closed his eyes, but the memory of that scene still appeared in his mind. When the sun shines through the crack of the door, the dust floats.

"When you are riding a horse, you look like a knight in a painting, and you seem to be shining." He recalled the strange agitation in his chest when he saw the handsome young man turn on the horse through the slit for the first time.The picture of the silver-gray hair flashing in the wind is still vivid in his mind.

"I'm not the sun, how can I still shine?" Seeing John's eyes brighten and talking about himself, Saul was both happy and a little worried.

Is that really me?If one day this exaggerated and beautified image is disillusioned, will their love magic disappear?

"In my heart, you are the sun!" John ignored Saul's worries and continued to confide his true love. "I can't enter the mansion, so I often go around to the woods to the west to watch you go out secretly. I even tried to be caught by a trap, but I didn't dare to call anyone. I almost thought I was going to die."

Saul remembered that a hunter once complained to his father about the poacher stealing the trap.

Although John is talking about this past so easily now, it only takes a little thought to realize how dangerous it was.Even an adult may not be able to break free from the iron teeth of a bear trap, let alone a half-old child.If it is discovered that it will be regarded as a poacher, it is a serious crime. It can only be said that John's luck is really good.

Saul couldn't help but feel sorry for John at that time.

"Then when did you mean that to me?" He asked, kissing John's earlobe.

"Just... from the first dream... when I ejaculate." John whispered more and more.

"Haha, did you want to be hugged by me then?"

John blushed and shook his head, Sol thought for a while and smiled.It seems that he is the one who wants to attack.

"Then would you want to hug me now?" Saul asked him directly.

John didn't say no, but said tactfully, "Just do what you want, it doesn't matter who hugs whom."

"The more you say that, the more I want to fulfill your wish." Sol simply loosened the collar of his clothes, took John's hand and leaned on himself, "Come on."

John froze, looking very hesitant. "You've tried before..."

"No, never." Thor shook his head, then looked straight at John, looking deeply into his eyes, "but I don't want you to always feel like you love me more than me. It's not fair."

John was persuaded.

"Fine. But if you don't want to, then..."

Sol pushed him half a step away to stop him from continuing, and then took off his clothes and pants one by one, and within a short while, he was completely naked.

He was standing half leaning against the desk, already naked, still exuding an air of asceticism.

John could hardly swallow his saliva, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Saul smiled and waved to him.

John leaned over obediently, tentatively pressed Saul and began to kiss, pecked lightly and then gradually deepened, chasing the soft tongue in his mouth and entangled until Saul finally couldn't breathe and pushed John's tongue out, John's tongue Still reluctantly licking Sol's lips for a long time without leaving.

It was the same room, but the role was reversed, which made him feel very excited.

John continued to worship the sun god in his heart with pious lips.Starting from the neck, inch by inch, he crawled down, as if intending to kiss Sol's whole body.

The kisses arouse the passion/desire in Sol's whole body, and the hot breath travels on his body, but John's kiss only slides like silk without lingering deeply, and only touches to the center of the body.

John got down on his knees and kissed Sol's toes all the way.

Finally, Sol couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he put his foot into the collar of John's clothes and stepped on him, his blue eyes looked down upon Ni.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up."

John blushed as if exploding, hurriedly took off his clothes, stepped forward and hugged the impetuous Saul while supporting him, while defending himself in a low voice: "I want to remember every inch of your body heart."

Saul squinted his eyes to enjoy John's touch, and stretched out his hand to hug his thick chest and back, "Idiot, if I forget, can I show you again?"

John was so excited that he couldn't speak well.

His sex/organ was as hard as a branding iron, and he was grinding with Sol's flesh blade, almost sparks, but his hands still caressed Sol's buttocks carefully, not daring to use force.

Saul saw that he was too concerned about himself, so he turned his back to him and propped his slender legs on the edge of the table.

"Don't want to come in?" The charming look back and smile almost made John spit out.

The usually proud Saul's lewd/romantic posture at this time impacted John's rationality, and he almost wanted to suppress him immediately and sprint.

But now there is no lubrication, the violent desire will only hurt the beautiful master.

John lowered his head to Saul's waist and spread his buttocks with his hands to carefully lick/pick up around the hole.

An indescribable feeling made Thor tremble.

"Stop it, don't do it! Come in before I regret it!"

"No! You'll get hurt." John was rarely tough. He ignored his master's protest and used his hand and mouth until his flesh/hole was dripping with water.

"Hmm... woo..."

Saul was lying on the table with his hands clasped halfway, almost fainting, and when he was worried that he would come out before John entered, he finally felt his back/hole being stretched by a hard lump much thicker than a finger.

The meat/rod sinking into the meat/hole unites the two.

"Ah-"

The touch of the dream of love being realized brought tears to John's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Saul couldn't help asking, feeling the wetness on his back.

John shook his head and sniffed,

"It's nothing, I'm just too touched." He kissed Sol's back deeply, leaving deep red marks on his fair skin.

Then the physical impact began at a much slower pace than Thor had imagined.

"Ah... ah..."

The pleasure surges fiercely when the front end rubs against the sensitivity of the inner wall, and then recedes before it is full, and the desire to explode has not been able to get the final knowing blow for a long time.

Thor felt like he was going crazy from the damn rhythm.

"You... Hurry up..." Thor panted and greeted him backwards, his fleshy walls shrank unconsciously following the movement of speaking.

"Wait a minute, um..." John was clamped too tightly, and couldn't hold back for a moment, and shot inside.

"Ah──" Sol felt a surge of heat in his body, and he let out a low growl.

After the momentary frenzy of blankness passed, John stretched out his hand to touch it and found that Sol was still hot and hard.

His heart sank and he asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable, it's just...forget it, let me demonstrate." Sol said, turning around and pushing John to the ground, regardless of the body/fluid in the back/hole leaking out along the thigh, Lift John's stiff thighs and press down.

"!!!"

Sol's meat blade squeezed into the hole with a little wetness at the front end.

The dry shaft rubbed his cock even hotter, and the heat made him pause for breath.

The fibers of the carpet were soft to step on, but it was prickly and uncomfortable only when the skin stuck to it. John moved his sweaty back.

"My sweat...will stain the carpet."

"Don't worry about it."

Saul pushed forward hard, and John's abdominal muscles bulged immediately, and he gritted his teeth in pain and stopped talking.

Sol moved inward a few times shallowly, then withdrew a long way and then stabbed deeply, and so on.

"Ah-ah-"

John was so poked that he couldn't help making a low-pitched cry, holding Sol's wrist on the heel of his leg, his knuckles arched but he couldn't use the strength he should have.

However, as the fiery pain gradually became numb, a strange pleasure emerged from the depths of the acupuncture point.After the ejaculation, the drooping sex/organ on one side began to accumulate hardness again.

Seeing John's strong muscles trembling under his own impact, Saul half-opened his lips intoxicatedly and stretched out his tongue to lick the tip of his teeth, then he touched the hand on John's leg, and set/fucked it Pick up his stiff center.

"Woo-"

Suddenly being pinched up and down, John was almost overwhelmed by the huge waves of pleasure. He hooked Sol's waist with his feet, and followed his rhythm back and forth to greet him.

"Ah... ah... ah──"

The two reached the peak of pleasure almost at the same time.

In John's view, even Saul's expression at this time has a hint of awe, which is impeccably beautiful.

Saul lay on top of John while still inside.

Their slightly sweaty foreheads pressed against each other tightly, exchanging quiet emotions wordlessly.

They obviously didn't speak, but it seemed that their hearts and souls were connected.

People who originally belonged to the two worlds never expected to be so deeply attracted to each other.

The corners of John's eyes were slightly red, looking at Sol's lazy face afterwards, he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

You are always like this, facing me with the most sincere heart, looking directly into my eyes, making me feel that the depths of my soul have also been pierced.

Sol couldn't help but feel ashamed. John's purity made him not only want to defile it with his own hands, but also want to protect it desperately.

"John, I want to be with you forever."

Hearing this, John thought that what Saul said before was nothing more than a promise for the future. He was moved and wanted to say something to express his heart, but he was not good at words.Finally he thought of a sentence, and whispered in Sol's ear, "Until death do us part."

Sol trembled, and raised his face after a while and asked him, "Even if I'm not your good master?"

John snorted and curled his lips into a smile, "I already knew you were not a good master."

Sol also laughed, with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and hugged John even tighter.

John, who was hugged tightly, didn't notice that the door was opened, and a slender figure was trembling.

A few days later, one of the earl's maids took a sad farewell.

Before leaving, the butler handed her a letter of introduction that the earl asked him to write, so that she would be able to work safely in the future.

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