mech warriors have no love

Lancelot couldn't laugh or cry, seeing César's serious expression, correct attitude, and cuteness made his heart itch, he directly reached out to grab him back, pushed him back into his arms, wrapped him in a quilt, and bit his ear, He stretched out his hand and patted his little butt again: "Is my waist no longer sore and my butt no longer hurts? Last night, who was moaning and crying to tell me to stop? I'm so energetic, is it because I'm not working hard enough?"

The waist is indeed sore and the legs are indeed soft, and the unspeakable place is also full of discomfort. After being skillfully rubbed by Lancelot's warm big hands for a while, Césarle feels much more comfortable, struggling to get out of the quilt With a little furry head and a slight flush on his face, he lay on Lancelot's chest and poked his plump chest muscles.

It was only then that he remembered that he hadn't finished his lines just now, scratched Lancelot's chin, and said deeply, "I will take responsibility for you."

Lancelot: "..."

There seems to be something wrong.

Shouldn't he be the one to smoke this afterwards cigarette? Isn't he the one who should say this line? !

Lancelot was a little worried, César was so cute that he couldn't control it, but he couldn't go too far, he was the one who broke it and felt distressed.

Therefore, the Marshal of the Alliance stabilized his mind, took out the posture of confronting the most vicious star thief, and continued to massage him, watching him silently.

César persisted in speaking his lines: "Why didn't you speak? Who was so enthusiastic last night, and turned his face and refused to recognize anyone when he woke up?"

Lancelot pinched his face and asked gently: "It's over? Who taught you these things?"

The child spends most of the time under his nose, well-behaved and well-behaved. Where did he learn these things?

After much deliberation, the only time left is to go to the Beastmen.

The Alliance Marshal thought to himself, he didn't expect that all the orcs had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the folk customs were so open-minded, and they even spoiled his little prince.

I really want to skin the person who taught César badly.

César saw what the marshal was thinking, and faintly uttered a few words: "The lingering relationship with the downcast Duke."

Lancelot: "..."

César: "At the end of the second episode of No.70, the Duke was living on the street. In a fit of anger, he spent the last of his money to get drunk and was taken home by the bourgeoisie, and then..."

Lancelot kissed his mouth just in time and didn't let him continue.

The following content is too forbidden, and it would be too exciting for César to say it himself.

Adult dog blood TV dramas under the rating system, sometimes the content is too hot to be a real porn movie.

César tried to avoid his lips, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes: "Harry said you like this show the most, I thought you also liked the lines just now..."

In the end, he still didn't dodge, and was caught and kissed firmly. After kissing César, he involuntarily stretched out his hands to wrap around Lancelot's neck, turned over and lay on him, and was greeted by the familiar domineering He was enveloped in breath, like a bad boy, he leaned close to Lancelot's ear, whispered in his ear: "The last time I was in heat, guess how I got through it?"

With a strong fire in his eyes, Lancelot stared at him without saying a word.

The corners of César's lips curled up, and he rubbed his knee against his lower abdomen, imitating his movements, and left a small kiss next to his ear: "Thinking about what you've spent."

The arms around his waist were tightened even more. César was cheated and tossed for so long last night, and he was satisfied when he saw his revenge.He was very sleepy, relying on Lancelot not daring to move him now, he swayed down, leaning his head on the warm and broad chest below him, like a small animal warming up, curled up slightly, feeling at ease going to sleep.

Consciousness was about to fall into darkness, and as if remembering something, he opened his eyes and leaned into Lancelot's ear again, as if talking about their little secret, with a sweet nasal voice and a smile: "I am also yours." people."

Lancelot: "..."

The body responded immediately.

The person who teased him had fallen into a deep sleep.

little bastard!

After all, this day is not over!

Lancelot stared at César who was sleeping soundly on top of him, raised and lowered his hands over and over again, and finally just pulled the quilt up to cover César's exposed shoulders, and gently placed the quilt on his shoulders. He stroked on the back.

Still reluctant to wake him up.

Cesar used the Union Marshal as a bed, lay on top of him, slept comfortably again, and woke up refreshed.

His recovery ability was extremely strong, and he was no longer tired at all. He opened his eyes and met Lancelot's dark, bloodshot gaze, and moved his body away calmly.

After getting along with each other for so long, I don’t know how easy it is for the Marshal. He leaned over and kissed Lancelot, then turned over and sat up. He was in good physical condition, and the self-healing ability of the orc race played a big role. Still uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as it was at first.

Lancelot leaned against the head of the bed, watching César put on the shirt, the beautiful back covered with hickey marks was blocked by the dark blue plaid shirt, the boy's fingers were also slender and beautiful like artworks, meticulous and not tight Slowly buttoning up the shirt, the shirt was slightly taut, drawing out a beautiful waistline.

Lancelot's throat tightened and he wanted to smoke a cigarette.

I have to say that this feeling is extremely weird.

It was as if he had been prostituted by César.

César put on his clothes and trousers, and turned to look at Lancelot wonderingly: "Why don't you get up? Excessive indulgence, exhausted?"

Lancelot: "..."

You were waiting!

With cruel words in his heart, Lancelot didn't show any clues on his face. He pointed to a pile of messy things on the ground: "The clothes are all torn by you. Little wild cat."

César's eyes were wandering, and he pretended not to see it with a stern face, only a little smile in the corner of his eyes betrayed him.

It's too miserable, the dignified Marshal of the Alliance doesn't even have to wear a piece of clothing.

César looked at his naked waist, wanted to whistle like a hooligan, and gestured for a photo: "The pornographic incident of the Union Marshal."

Lancelot propped his chin, looked at him lazily, and smiled brightly: "There is still another character in the pornography."

César pursed his lips. It was the first time since he was 15 years old that he was in such a happy mood. Even the coldness on his face disappeared a lot, revealing the mischievousness and detachment that belonged to this age.

Like a small animal that was rescued from the ice and snow, it was slowly melted by the warmth of his arms, and he unconsciously gave back the softness it deserved.

Lancelot saw it, his expression softened, and he stretched out his hand to beckon.

César felt that he had teased Lancelot, so he leaned over unsuspectingly, was immediately held down, and was forced to accept a long wet kiss.

It was a bad move, and it was still the dazed César who was being played hooligan today.

Fortunately, Lancelot is not really so poor that he only has one piece of clothing. César found other clothes from the closet, watched him put them on, and suddenly remembered something, without too much hesitation, and said: "I and the beast The clan's agreement is not over yet, it's time to go back."

Lancelot pinched the ruthless little prince who wanted to run away when he fell asleep: "What agreement?"

César had just muddled through it before, and now he had to come up with this reason when he wanted to go back, but if he said it clearly, Lancelot knew that he was doing this kind of experiment for the orcs, so he didn't know how he would react.

Intuition told César that it would not be so good.

He just hesitated for a moment, and Lancelot's piercing eyes saw something, and he narrowed his eyes: "Is it a contract that is harmful to you personally?"

Taking some blood is just to cooperate with the experiment, it is not considered any damage.

Cesare shook his head.

"Very important?"

Cesare nodded again.

"More important than me?"

Cesare shook his head.

"In a hurry?"

César: "..." That experiment is useless.

Lancelot asked unexpectedly, "Gene modification experiment?"

César was startled, and looked at Lancelot in surprise.

This experiment is an important secret of the orc clan. Before cooperating with César, only a few members of the orc clan knew about the plan, and the rest of the elders only knew about this plan on the night of the rebellion.

and so……

César suddenly understood something, and stared at Lancelot with wide eyes in disbelief, speechless.

Lancelot smiled and said, "Your husband still has some skills."

——If there is no internal response from the orcs, how can he really feel relieved and let César go.

It’s just that this insider has been buried for many years and is an important pawn, and it’s not convenient for the Orcs to communicate with the outside world, and some news is always delayed before it comes out. After the rebellion that night, Karl’s methods are tougher and more vigilant. Screening the people around him layer by layer, he was so shocked that he didn't dare to act rashly. He only found an opportunity recently, and the news had just reached Lancelot.

César asked hesitantly: "In this case, you should know where the beast clan's lair is, why don't you..."

According to the long-cherished wish of most people in the alliance, it is only natural to exterminate the orcs.

Why did Lancelot, the marshal of the alliance, hold such important news, but never revealed it?

Lancelot was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Before the first expedition, the last lesson my teacher taught me was to respect life."

Respect for life, said by a soldier with blood on his hands, seems a bit ridiculous.

Lancelot's expression was very serious: "Whether it is the orc race or other 'inferior races' that are discriminated against by people, since the universe chose to conceive them, they have the right to live. No one is qualified to It is natural to deprive other races of life and freedom. César, I told you before that I fought against the orcs and the star robbers, just because of different positions."

When others came to violate the alliance, he would fight back without mercy.

But if the existence of this race is erased because of old grudges, he can't do it.

This is not to take kindness and the Virgin for granted. It is always good for people to keep a little bottom line and respect life.

There are people in the Orcs who can slaughter the Alliance people without mercy, but there are also people who only attack the army and don’t hurt civilians. It’s just that the Alliance loves to advocate the brutality and cruelty of the Orcs. The people on the entire planet are not themselves, and sometimes they hate the alliance methods of the orcs, and they are even more brutal than the orcs.

In terms of strength, the orcs could not compete against the huge alliance. For so many years, they had been hiding in hiding, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the alliance to take a bite and run away.

If the location of the orc lair is leaked, César has no doubt that the council will immediately make a decision, and under the banner of justice, all the orcs will be wiped out.

Lancelot always thought that if there was another way, he would choose peace to resolve the grievances between the two races.

César was stunned, and looked at Lancelot.

Those smoky gray eyes are deep and far away. His master has never discriminated against the so-called "inferior races", nor is he proud and complacent because of his high position. Most of the time, in these naturally indifferent eyes, there are Peaceful.

He never looked down on anyone, so he was invincible.

Only at this moment did Cesar realize that the chest of the man standing in front of him was as wide as the sea, just like his huge spiritual power.

Something in his heart suddenly disappeared. Looking at Lancelot, he somehow felt that he seemed more handsome.

He coughed lightly, pulled the sleeve of the Alliance Marshal guilty, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you a secret..."

Ten minutes later, Micah and Lucy, who heard the bang sound of fighting in the room, pushed the door nervously and entered.

The scene has been perfectly controlled, and César, who took the initiative to hand in the little secret, struggled and was held in Lancelot's arms, lying on his lap, and his poor little butt was immediately spanked twice angrily.

Micah screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how can you hit my little César..."

Lancelot was furious: "What a broken agreement! You still want to allow them to inject the reagents to modify the body!"

Micah swallowed back his scream immediately, folded his arms and sneered, "Well done!"

It also wanted to fight a long time ago!

César: "..."