A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The room was very quiet, and the sunlight shone in from the skylight, filling the entire bedroom with bright light.

The early morning breeze blows from the Crescent Pond outside, gently passing over the water, shaking the tips of the green lotus buds, and blowing into the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the corner of the room near the floor-to-ceiling window, a brown fur ball was curled up on the soft cushions, with its two small front paws holding its head and huddled up, and its two palm-sized little bodies were rising and falling rhythmically.

The little milk lion was sleeping soundly, with a bunch of dull hair on the top of his head swaying in the breeze.

On the big bed on the other side of the room, the boy was sleeping soundly like the little lion.

He turned sideways and bowed slightly.

A pair of strong brown arms hugged him tightly, letting half of his cheek press against the other's warm chest.

Heimos, who was hugging him, was much taller than Garlan. Holding him like this, he almost had his entire body in his arms.

That action was not only protecting his most beloved treasure, but also brazenly declaring his possessiveness.

The wind blew past the strand of snow-white hair, causing it to sway slightly.

The man opened his eyes. His eyes were like golden-red gems melted in the flame lava. They were obviously hot and hot, but they became gentle when he looked at the boy in his arms.

Compared to Garlan who was sleeping soundly, Heimos slept very lightly and only took a short nap. After all, he had slept for more than two thousand years, and this was probably the case for a short period of time.

He looked at Garlan with deep affection.

His eyes no longer had the worries and uneasiness of a day ago, nor did they have that unsettling sense of unreality.

At this moment, Garlan was in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, and the warmth of her skin was continuously transmitted to the depths of his chest through the thin clothes.

This warmth was the source of heat that kept his heart beating.

Garlan was sleeping soundly.

No wonder.

He took him on that strange golden spaceship for a long circle over the huge royal city last night, and didn't come back until midnight.

In addition to the night before, it can be said that Garlan did not fall asleep until midnight for two consecutive nights, and he was seriously sleep deprived.

At this moment, Garlan tilted his head slightly, resting his head on Heymos' arm, with his mouth slightly open and breathing shallowly.

His eyebrows widened, and he still had a little childishness on his face, which had only grown up a few days ago, and that childishness became more obvious when he fell asleep.

The short blond hair is somewhat messy and scattered on the fair cheeks. Although it is not as dazzling and bright as when the long hair was spread out in the past, it gives people a refreshing feeling, with a childish look, which makes people look at it. I feel cute.

Not sure if he was dreaming about something, his nose wrinkled, and then his head arched into Heimos's arms.

Unexpectedly, his cheek was originally pressed against Heimos chest, so his forehead was pushing against Heimos chest. When he found that he couldn't push against it, he seemed to be slightly dissatisfied and hummed softly. After a sound, it became quiet.

Just because he pushed Heimos with his forehead, his forehead hair became more and more messy, and the ends of his hair were intertwined with the slender eyelashes.

Seeing the adorable appearance of the young boy in his arms swaying around like a kitten, Heimos' original sharp eyes slightly curved, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

There is no need to worry about anything else, the boy in his arms already belongs to him completely.

And similarly, he only belongs to the other person.

No one or anything can separate them anymore.

As long as he thought about it, the depths of his heart seemed to be filled with clouds of cotton. The soft feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to his entire body, as if he was surrounded by clouds and mist, light and airy.

His eyes scanned Garlan's face bit by bit, every bit, every place, even though it was very familiar and engraved in the deepest part of his heart, he still greedily couldn't get enough of it.

After a while, his eyes fell on Garlan's lips.

The sleeping boy's lips were slightly open and he breathed out a shallow breath.

Unlike his thin and sharp lips, the boy's lips were neither thin nor thick, full and moist, especially the little lip beads on the upper lip, which made the arch between the lips almost perfect.

The lip color is a light pink, like the cherry blossoms blooming in early spring.

Even just looking at it, you can feel the sweet taste of those pale pink lips.

Heimos stretched out his hand, held Gallan's chin, and gently rubbed his pink lips with his thumb.

The soft and tender feeling on your fingertips makes people fall in love with it.

Even in his sleep, Garlan could feel that his lips were itchy from being harassed, so out of instinct, he stretched out his tongue to lick the itchy place.

Little did he know that as soon as he licked it, the tip of his tongue licked the fingertips that were rubbing his lips.

Watching that little pink tongue licking his fingertips, he could clearly feel the numbness coming from his fingertips.

Heimos suddenly felt very thirsty, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat.

He almost couldn't help lowering his head and sucking those tempting lips.

But he couldn't bear to let go. Garlan took the initiative to lick the soft touch of his fingers with the tip of his tongue in a daze, and was confused for a moment.

Just when he was hesitating, there was no need for him to continue to struggle, probably because his lips were not being rubbed anymore and he felt that he had driven away the harasser, so the young man retracted his tongue.

She pursed her pale pink lips and continued to sleep.

The arc formed by the lips made people feel more and more itchy. Heimos no longer hesitated, lowered his head and leaned over, wanting to bite it gently.

He originally thought that Garlan was sleeping and didn't want to wake him up, so Heimos only planned to gently kiss, rub, and bite him at first, just to satisfy his desires a little.

After all, he also knew that Garlan had not had enough sleep for two consecutive nights.

However, desires cannot be controlled by restraint or satisfied by satisfying them.

Especially when facing the beloved you have longed for, the so-called self-control simply cannot exist.

Almost as soon as their lips and teeth came into contact, Heimos was addicted.

The sweetest taste is passed from the almost fused lips, to the whole body, to the blood, making people uncontrollably intoxicated.

That feeling seems to make people's souls tremble.

more……

Deeper…………

His body and even his soul were making this longing sound, which made him almost forget everything.

And Heymos's too greedy and eager kiss finally forced Gallan to wake up because it was difficult to breathe.

Due to lack of oxygen, the boy's nose flapped rapidly and his breathing became rapid.

When he opened his eyes, looking at the handsome face in front of him, he was just confused for a moment, and then relaxed immediately.

It was that person's arms that held him, that person's arms that embraced him, and that person's lips that kissed him.

Everything felt so familiar, and everything felt so reassuring.

Gallan hummed softly through his nose, and Heimos seemed to have received his signal. He backed away a little and let go of his lips, allowing him to open his lips and breathe, but he still kissed and rubbed them with great reluctance. The corners of his lips.

From time to time, the tip of his tongue penetrated into the gap between his lips and licked the tips of his teeth.

The tips of their noses touched together, and he could clearly feel the warm breath of Heymos's breath brushing his cheeks.

Even the eyelashes seemed to be brushed and itchy.

It was so ticklish that Garlan couldn't help but chuckle.

Because he was hugged tightly, he could clearly feel the changes in the other person's body. Although the boy was laughing quietly, his face turned a little red, as red as the petals of a flower dyed red.

He pursed his lips, as if he was trying hard to mentally build himself up.

After a while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

Garlan raised his upper body and lay on Heimos, looking at Heimos with bright eyes.

After looking at each other, his cheeks turned red, he avoided Heimos' gaze, lowered his head, and put his lips to Heimos's ear.

He swallowed, as if suppressing his nervousness.

He spoke in an extremely quiet voice into Heymos' ear.

He said: "Don't forget, you haven't completed the task of sleeping with me yet."

The boy's cheeks were flushed, and his voice was almost inaudible.

As he spoke, he tried hard to recall the poor teasing methods in his memory, and then summoned up all his courage to gently draw circles on Heimos' chest with his fingers.

However, just halfway through the circle, his hand was grabbed by the opponent.

The next second, the scene in front of him changed. Garlan, who was originally lying on Heimos, was suddenly pressed on the bed.

The hands were turned around and pressed on either side of the head.

The man holding his hand pressed him down on the bed, looking down at him with burning eyes.

The big black wolf, who was extremely docile and obedient a second ago, is now staring eagerly at the prey beneath him.

Heimos' breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

He looked at Garlan.

Garlan was lying on the bed, his golden hair spread messily on the snow-white bed.

His face was flushed, and it was obvious that the words and actions just now had exhausted almost all the shame in this young boy.

The golden gem-like pupils looked at him, covered with a light layer of water mist, giving the young man a twinkling look in his eyes.

Her eyes, as clear and clean as the clear sky, are obviously full of youthfulness, but their twinkle is inexplicably alluring to the extreme, making people feel thirsty just by looking at them.

The depths of his body burned up almost instantly, and his whole body was feeling very hot.

It was as if his whole body was being burned by flames.

Heimos knew that only the contact with the person beneath him could relieve the burning heat and pain.

He leaned down and kissed Garlan's forehead gently.

The thin lips dropped little by little along the corners of the eyes, the tip of the nose, and the chin.

Then it was buried deep into the side of Garlan's neck.

Suppressing the complex emotions of nervousness, fear, and anticipation, Garlan raised his hands, hugged Heimos' head, and closed his eyes.

Hold your breath and wait for the other party's further...

The moment her lips touched his neck, she suddenly stopped.

Then, the head buried in the side of his neck left.

Garlan opened his eyes in confusion and saw Heimos raising his head and looking in the direction of the door.

The thin lips that were kissing his skin just now were pursed tightly, with an expression that seemed helpless and depressed.

He was confused for about ten seconds, and then he immediately knew the reason for Heimos's expression.

A familiar rough voice came faintly from the courtyard.

When Gallan was stunned, his already red face instantly turned red, and his whole body turned red.

He almost panicked and pushed Heimos away, and then he rolled into a ball in the middle of the big bed, wrapped in a thin blanket.

Following the opponent's force to retreat, Heimos got off the bed.

He looked at Garlan, who had wrapped himself in a blanket and was lying on the bed trying to pretend to be asleep, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.

He smiled and touched Garlan's only exposed head, then turned around and opened the door.

As soon as he opened it, he happened to see His Majesty the Emperor standing outside the door, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Their eyes met.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible blade collided heavily in the air, causing sparks to fly.

His Majesty the Emperor was in a bad mood early in the morning when he found out that Garlan had taken Heimos on a spaceship last night.

It was obviously a spaceship he gave to his little brother, but it turned out that for the first time, Garlan took someone to see the stars, the moon, the night sky and the earth, not with him, but with this wolf cub!

Brother Wang expressed that his heart ached.

Camos huffed and looked over the shoulder of Heimos who was blocking him, looking into the room.

His little brother wrapped himself up in a blanket and nestled on the bed. He was quiet and motionless, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Well, they look so cute when they are huddled together.

Kamos thought so, withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice.

"Let him sleep a little longer."

He said, "Come here and stretch your muscles after eating with me."

Seeing Garlan sleeping and facing Heimos alone, His Majesty the Emperor was too lazy to pretend and made no secret of his intention to come to trouble someone.

He had no idea that his words had been heard clearly by Brother Wang, who was pretending to be asleep.

Heimos didn't say anything, just looked back at the group on the bed, then closed the door and left.

The door slammed shut, waking up little Nega who was sleeping soundly.

It opened its eyes sleepily, shook its little head, and then jumped from the cushion to the ground with a flutter.

Probably not fully awake yet, his short legs gave way and he stumbled. The lion rolled on the ground and then sat down on the ground.

The little milk lion sat on the ground cutely for a while, shook his head vigorously, and then woke up.

It immediately stood up and ran to the bed with its short legs.

He ran to the bed, grabbed the sheets with his little paws and climbed up onto the bed. He wagged his tail and excitedly wanted to lick Garlan awake, who he thought was still sleeping.

As a result, when I got closer to Gallan, I found that Gallan's eyes were open.

It's just that the entire face that was originally fair was dyed red, and even the tips of the ears were crimson.

"Ouch~?"

Nega squatted on the bed, tilted her head, looked at Garlan's red face, and let out a confused whimper.

Gallan, who was still in panic, felt that his face was getting hot and he shrank into a ball. He wanted to bury himself in a hole, and he had no intention of paying attention to Nerga who came over.

Seeing Gallan lying motionless on the bed, Nerga thought for a while, leaned over and licked Gallan's cheek with her pink and tender tongue.

"Ouch?"

are you sick?

Little Nega looked at Garlan worriedly and let out a whimper.

After being licked a few times, Garlan finally calmed down a little and looked up at the little lion, unable to help but laugh.

He let out a long breath, sat up, picked up the little lion, held it in his arms and rubbed it hard.

Then, he lowered his head again and rubbed the fluffy little head with his hot cheek.

"Ouch~~~"

…………

After lunch.

"Where is your Majesty?"

"In the martial arts training ground, Your Excellency the Chief Priest."

"Didn't you go there once in the morning? Why go again at noon?"

Tapti asked in confusion.

A certain boy who continued to be taught by the head priestess looked at his nose and his heart and said that it had nothing to do with me.

…………

After dinner.

"His Majesty went to the martial arts training ground again? With that person?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"...Wouldn't it bother him three times a day?"

"It's probably rare to meet a well-matched opponent, so I'll be happy to see you."

The boy who was the culprit interjected without changing his expression or heartbeat.

Then, turn your head.

…………

However, Tapti, you said two thousand years ago that with Brother Wang’s character, he would probably beat people three times a day.

This sentence is really right.

Well, although I may not be able to beat him successfully now...

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