Groom's Troubles Goblin's Melancholy

"Viscount, I have your letter."

Truss picked up a note with his name on it from the tray handed by the footman.

──It's better to relive old dreams.

Sign it with the letter "F" followed by the room number of a well-known hotel.

Truss thought for a while before realizing that it was Lieutenant General Frank who regarded the Duke as his imaginary enemy.

He dared to flirt with the Duke by sending a note under his nose. He was really not afraid of death.

Truss crumpled up the note and wanted to throw it into the fireplace, thought again, and stuffed the ball into the pocket of his coat.

"In the future, just throw this kind of thing away, don't bring it up, understand?"

"……Yes."

The new manservant nodded half-understanding, put down the tray, and began to put on the riding clothes for Truss awkwardly.

Truss frowned in displeasure. He really missed the original servant Thomas, who was much smarter than the current one.But Dylan firmly disagreed with transferring Thomas back, so he had no choice but to bear it.

Dilan smiled and looked at Truss who was still adjusting his coat and hat as he walked all the way to the stable.

"You know it's bad manners to keep staring at people," Truss said angrily.

"Honey, you're overthinking. I just think you look good in anything."

Dilan's smile at the moment looked particularly hateful in Truss' eyes.

"It would look even better with a handy manservant."

"Such as Thomas? No discussion." Dylan made a regretful expression.

Truss clicked his tongue and walked quickly towards the stable boy who was leading the horse.

"Hi, good boy~" He pressed his face against the horse and rubbed the horse's neck vigorously.

The horse grunted happily.

Di Lan said with emotion: "If you treat me as warmly and sweetly as Tsushima, I won't be dissatisfied."

Truss thought to himself, how can people compare with horses?Obviously the horse is much cuter!

But he didn't say that, he just tickled the corners of his mouth and joked: "If you want me to ride you, please just say so."

"Oh, really?" Di Lan leaned over instead of leading the horse.

It seems that I have always overestimated Dilan's morality. Although this is not a bad idea, Truss asked himself that he has no interest in having sex in a place full of horses and animals.

"Let's talk about it after riding the horse." After finishing speaking, he quickly got on the horse's back.He clamped his legs lightly, and didn't need to call out redundant orders, the horse walked as if he had a heart-to-heart with him.

Under Di Lan's guidance, Tesla's riding skills have improved a lot.

The two, one in front and one behind, galloped to their heart's content on the seemingly endless territory.

Truss galloped wildly, trying to catch up with the birds gliding in the sky.The non-stop horseshoes made regular and powerful kicks like a geared toy.

His breathing became more and more rapid along with the horse's, and sweat leaked out from the muscles of his back that had been tensed for a long time.The sound of the wind whistled in my ears, and the heat in my body was taken away by the rushing wind, which was extremely joyful.

However, the blissful gallop in the past could not completely relieve Telas's melancholy today.

The words of the groom of the earl's house entangled his heart like a spell, gradually eroding the happiness he was once satisfied with, slowly falling apart and finally becoming illusory fragments.

Regardless of the horse's fatigue, Truss ran and ran until he ran into a dense fir forest, and the horse's speed slowed down.The horse's hooves made a crisp sound as they stepped on scattered dead leaves.Seeing the fallen leaves on the ground, Truss inexplicably felt uncontrollable sadness.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Panting, Truss jumped off the horse, and Dylan came after him.

"Honey, are you trying to wear out my horse? We won't be able to go back later."

"Then we won't go back, shall we?" Truss threw himself into Dylan's arms without warning, and asked with an eager breath around his neck.

Di Lan was staggered by him, and then laughed loudly, "Okay, this is also my territory, why not?"

Truss closed his eyes and lay quietly in Dylan's arms.

Hearing Dilan's heartbeat, he gradually felt calm, and his breath gradually calmed down.

The clear blue sky, the smell of trees and grass, and the chirping of insects and birds seemed to be integrated with them.Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there were only the two of them.

This moment is incomparably perfect.

"Let's stay here forever." Truss murmured softly as if worried about destroying something.

Dilan still hugged him and said yes with a smile.

Truss looked up and looked into Dylan's soft hazel eyes.

Without needing words, Di Lan lowered his head and kissed Terrasse's lips, sending out successive shallow kisses one after another.

Dilan stuck out his tongue into Truss' mouth and sucked his tongue deeply.The slippery tip of the tongue was stirring vigorously, entangled, and the fierce offensive made Truss unable to resist, and it was about to melt in the warm breath in his mouth.He almost forgot how to breathe, and the gap between his lips and tongue brought out a line of body fluid that was too late to swallow.

Dylan grabbed Truss's almost limp waist with one hand, and tried to reach into Truss' jacket with the other hand through the thick riding gloves, but the jacket wrapped around the jacket was too tight, and he slammed Pulling is just messing up the clothes and feet a little.

He began to think seriously that maybe Truss should really be replaced with a handier valet.

Dylan had to give up unbuttoning Truss' shirt.He couldn't wait to take off his gloves, put Truss down on the ground, and unbuttoned Truss' pants while kissing.

Grass stalks and gravel hit Tesla's back sorely, but it still couldn't resist the desire to bond deeply. He held Dilan tightly with both hands, and at the same time lightly twisted his waist and legs, matching Dilan's movements to fade away. Take off the jodhpurs.

Dylan's warm big hands immediately wrapped up his hard desire, kneading it non-stop, and after a while, the whole root was wetted by the overflowing pre-cum.

"Hmm..." Truss struggled left and right, humming dissatisfiedly.

"I... want to touch yours too."

Di Lan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and kicked his trousers down to his knees in two strokes.He grabs Truss' right hand and leads to the male symbol which is then naked/exposed.It's already as hard as Tesla's, and it's longer and thicker.Truss's hand trembled as if it had been scalded, and then he couldn't wait to stroke the majestic outline.

Dilan became more excited when he touched him, and soon he leaned forward and pressed the two penis against each other, imitating their tongue kissing and intimately entangled.

Truss was flushed with excitement, puffed out his breasts and rubbed against Dylan's arms, eager to get more caresses, but because of his shirt, he couldn't get what he wanted.

"Want here?" Di Lan pressed his thumb through layers of shirts.

The slightly painful touch almost made Truss scream, flinched and then nodded, muttering in a nasal voice: "Ah... yes..."

Dilan let go of his hand, and opened his mouth to bite at the position where the tip of Truss's chest was.

The strong stimulation immediately made Truss really scream. However, Dylan didn't bite hard, but cleverly clamped the fabric of the clothes with his teeth and rubbed the buds under the clothes of Truss. Truss screamed The sound soon turned into a half-annoyed gasp again.

"Ahhh! No way... Hurry up... Come in..." Trass was quickly chased by the pleasure and had nowhere to escape.

"Honey, you don't have to hold back." Dylan raised his eyebrows and looked at Truss' weeping expression, and accelerated the speed in his hand.

Truss shook his head violently, reached out to push Dilan away but couldn't exert enough strength, so he had to plead with panting.

"No, I want...I want you!"

"As you wish, my fairy." Di Lan, who was approaching the peak of passion/desire, finally suppressed the urge to immediately possess the fiery body in front of him.

He casually took out the small bottle of lubricating oil that he carried with him in his pocket, put a finger against the acupuncture point of Terras' back/court, and quickly poured the oil down his finger, and the finger smoothly pressed it in , and then slowly advance.

"Umm...um..." Truss subconsciously bowed his body to endure the discomfort of the foreign body invasion. His body had a tacit understanding of Dilan's touch, and he relaxed like a conditioned reflex after a while.

Dilan directly entered his body without asking any questions, and his huge body/body pushed forward inch by inch in the oily and tight tunnel.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss..." Compared with the discomfort of entering the moment, the feeling of flesh wall filling is stronger, which makes Truss sigh in relief.His legs wrapped around Di Lan's waist, so tight that Di Lan could hardly move.

Dilan kept kissing him, embracing his body with one hand, grabbing the sensitive tip of his chest from under the ribs through the clothes, and stroking his elastic buttocks along the thigh with the other hand, rubbing with different strengths alternately Pinch to relax him.

When Telas fell into Tao Ran, Dilan suddenly started to attack the rhythm, and the powerful sprint drew the two into a deeper frenzy.

Truss hugged Dylan's neck tightly, and exhaled in his ear the cry of being conquered by pleasure.

"Love me...say you love me..."

"I love you and I will always love you."

The sweat on Dilan's face dripped down on Truss's lips with words of love, and Truss stretched out the tip of his tongue from his unconscious half-opened mouth to lick it away, savoring the faint salty taste that seemed to be absent, And deeply fascinated by it.

The intercourse between the sky and the ground made him feel as if he was experiencing the moment of orgasm in the center of the world.The unprecedented satisfaction made Truss feel that he seemed to be able to believe in this oath of love.

He clung to Dilan, and did the joint position again and again, until the sweat evaporated and his body began to feel slightly cool. Truss was still groaning in the aftertaste, and he didn't want Dilan to withdraw from the joint.

The disheveled two finally returned to the castle before dinner.

The horses were exhausted, so they could only lead the horses back slowly.

Concerned about Truss' health, Di Lan originally wanted to find a farmhouse to rest for the night before leaving, but Truss rejected the proposal.

After all, he has to go back, the Duke must return to the Duke's castle, and he is not a real elf after all.

After the meal, Dylan asked the servants to prepare the bathtub and water, so that they could wash off the dust and mud with Telas.

Leaning against Dylan's arms until his fingers were wrinkled, Truss' nerves relaxed a little.

This time he didn't need to ring the bell for the clumsy footman, Dilan helped him into his long silk pajamas himself and got ready for bed.

Dylan walked in front, and Truss followed closely behind.

Just as he walked past the full-length mirror in the bathroom, Truss' expression froze suddenly.He stopped and stepped forward to touch the mirror carefully, as if to wipe off the dust on it.

Facing the mirror, he touched the corners of his eyes lightly with his fingertips.He didn't smile, and the lines on his skin still didn't subside, it was a thin wrinkle.

"No!"

He punched the mirror uncontrollably, and a ring of cracks burst out on the mirror.

Dylan turned around when he heard the noise and saw that Truss was not following him. He walked back to the bathroom in a few steps and saw the cracked mirror and Truss' clenched fist.

"What's wrong?" He was worried that he would take Truss's hand, but his clenched fist never let go.

Truss shook his head violently and refused to speak, and it took him a while to calm down.

Dilan helped him back into the room, hugging him wordlessly to comfort him.

Dylan also found that Truss was abnormal and unhappy, but he didn't know why.I don't know what to do other than satisfy him as much as possible.

Thinking of the lessons learned from the past that caused misunderstandings due to insufficient physical communication, Dilan tried to hug him vigorously, and in exchange for a more enthusiastic response from Truss.

But it couldn't stop Truss from falling into deeper melancholy afterwards.

After a day of running around and strenuous exercise on the bed, Di Lan fell into a deep sleep.

Truss, who should be equally tired, couldn't sleep.He sat up in the darkness, stroked his face, and found that he had nothing but illusory beauty.

Di Lan said that a lover who is stingy with sweet words is not a qualified lover.But Truss knows that no matter how many sweet words, it can't shake the reality, and can't stop the passage of time.The love words he uttered casually may not be less than that of Di Lan.It was precisely because of this that he couldn't believe that things could really go as smoothly as illusory words.If sugar water sounds as good as it sounds, at most it just adjusts the taste of the bitter coffee in reality.

He really couldn't think of why he could catch the tail of love and prevent it from escaping.

Looking at the lover who looked like a statue of a hero, Truss shed tears silently.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Di Lan, it's just that he can't believe in himself.

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