After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

The light in the room is very dark.

The dim, semi-dark light shrouded the small space, and the air seemed to stagnate, quietly condensing there.

Half of the boy's face was buried between the soft pillows, his stray hair covered his cheeks, and he was obviously too white in the half-dark room.

His eyes were half open and his lips were wet.

The small trembling snort spit in the palm of the man.

Mu Heng felt an extremely dry fire burning deep in his throat, and the sound of his heartbeat became extremely loud.

There seemed to be an insatiable, blood-thirsty beast in his heart.

Even so, Mu Heng clearly realized that Shi'an was wrong.

He heard himself ask in as steady a voice as possible:

"How long have you been like this?"

The man's fingers were pale and strong, and he gently and irresistibly cupped the boy's cheek.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Shi An with an unfathomable gaze.

"Did you eat anything?"

Shi An opened his eyes blankly, the dark pupils under his eyelashes as if washed with water, clear and without focus.

He shook his head and nodded again.

"Um……"

It seems that he didn't hear half of what Mu Heng said.

Mu Heng bent down, supported the young boy's slender back with his palms, and directly hugged him from the messy bed.

"Let's go, I'll take you to—"

Before I finished speaking, my neck suddenly hurt.

Mu Heng frowned suddenly.

Shi'an opened his mouth and bit his collarbone fiercely. His teeth were fine and sharp, but he lost his strength after the first stroke. It was more of flirting than venting.

Mu Heng's breathing was choked.

He subconsciously tightened the palm of his hand on Shi An's back for a moment.

The blue veins on the back of the slender and powerful hand violently, like a cyan dark river winding under the pale skin, as if using a strong willpower to contain some kind of impulse.

Shi'an didn't notice this.

He held the thin piece of flesh in his teeth and gnawed softly, as if in this way he could vent this weird and uncontrollable feeling.

Mu Heng took a deep breath.

He raised his hand, covered Shi'an's mouth, and pushed him away from his neck little by little.

"...Don't mess around."

The man's voice was very low, already dumb.

In the next second, a moist and soft touch swept across the palm, and the cold tip of the tongue swept across the lines of the palm.

The muscles in Mu Heng's body were stiff and tight.

He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the young man he was holding in his arms. The other man's eyes were half-opened, his expression ignorant, he did not realize that he had just licked the palm of someone else.

"feeling bad?"

The man's voice became calm and soft.

Shi An nodded.

The palm covering his mouth was pulled away, replaced by warm and scorching finger pads,

The other party's fingers were firmly pressed on his lips and twisted, and he leaned into his mouth little by little, groping and exploring with a very patient attitude.

Mu Heng's eyes drooped, and his deep blue eyes were suppressed into an eternal night-like ink color.

"Do you need my help?"

Shi An blinked.

He is not quite sure what is going on now.

He really hopes that someone can help him, but an instinctive sense of danger rises in his heart, making him hesitate.

Mu Heng leaned down and pressed it to the hot and delicate ear of the young man, his voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of seductiveness:

"Don't worry, I can't do anything."

Shi An was surrounded by warm body temperature, and the lingering breath at the end of his nose smelled familiar and good.

He nodded dazedly.

Mu Heng placed one hand on Shi An's back, feeling the small shudder of the opponent's body, opened his mouth to bite the glove on his other hand, and slowly freed the other hand from the confinement of the cloth.

The flames flickered silently in the gloomy blue eyes, like a burning dark fire.

Mu Heng's voice was soft and low:

"Let me help you."

"relax."

Shi Rui paced hard in the room, gnawing his fingernails anxiously. After a long time, he seemed to finally make up his mind, summoned all his courage, and took out the communicator from under the pillow with trembling fingers.

After the last separation, the other party deliberately told him not to take the initiative to contact him.

However, it has been too long, and Shi Rui has not been able to get any reliable information, which makes him very uneasy.

He tried to dial to the other side.

Black screen.

No one answered.

Shi Rui gritted her teeth, her eyes moistened slightly.

He had a vague feeling.

He seems to have become an abandoned son.

The other side.

The black-robed man lowered his eyes, glanced at the communicator in his hand, turned it off indifferently, and stuffed it into his robe.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly walked towards the dark cave not far away.

The cave is dark and dark, and the narrow cave road is very dark. Every short distance is an ancient stone fire platform. Although there is light, the flame is dark, and it can only faintly disperse a little darkness. , Barely illuminate the road ahead.

The road in front of me has been walked thousands of times, but the black-robed man is still walking slowly.

Not because of the light.

He seemed to be injured, half dragging a leg, rubbing a rustle on the ground.

After an unknown period of time, the black-robed man finally reached the depths of the cave.

At the very center is a bright red totem, except that it is shrouded in darkness and can't be seen clearly.

"You are still alive." A gloomy voice came from the darkness.

The black-robed man knelt down on one knee with difficulty: "Yes."

"But you failed."

"Yes."

The black-robed man replied in a hoarse voice.

If it weren't for carrying props from the giant dragon, he might not be able to save his life, but even so, the terrible level of the dragon flame is something that humans like him can afford.

The burned location can not be cured by medicine or magic, and pus is dripping down all the time.

"what happened?"

The man in the dark asked.

"Lord Dragon doesn't seem to be satisfied with our plan." The black-robed man dropped his head deeply and replied in a painful voice.

He pressed one hand on his injured knee, his body trembling slightly.

However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, but more like shuddering in joy.

"But don't worry, I have already thought of a way."

"Oh?"

"I hope you will allow me to use the treasures from the Dragon Lord's cave."

"This time, I must live up to expectations."

Mu Heng leaned down and pressed a kiss on the juvenile's wet and trembling lips:

"I'm waiting for you downstairs."

After speaking, he straightened his scattered collars, turned around, and walked outside the door.

Shi An was left in the room.

He blinked, and the last drop of tears that faltered fell, and fell on the pillow with a clatter, fainting a little wet mark.

Shi An finally broke free from the previously half-dream, half-awake, groggy state.

The picture just now came into my mind messy and crowded.

Shi An felt his face flushed rapidly, almost painful when he was hot, and his face was wet, I don't know if it was sweat or tears.

It's just hands.

only……

Ah ah ah ah ah just a ghost!

Shi An buried his head deeply in the pillow and closed his eyes in despair.

Although he is not familiar with the way human beings get along, but even so, he is very clear that everything that just happened should never happen.

And the worst of them is--

Mu Heng asked.

And he agreed.

Even... he asked for it.

Shi An curled himself up in shame.

But even so, the memory of being touched still cannot disappear.

The texture, temperature, rough calluses, delicate finger pads, hot palms, and neatly trimmed nail edges.

Powerful and flexible, with irresistible toughness.

It was as if it had been burned on his body, and there was no sign of dissipating at all.

In that chaotic and hot atmosphere, the young man's vision was blurred and his expression was confused.

The pleasure of excessive accumulation seems to be better than pain, big tears condensed, one by one falling.

The waist is soft, the legs are soft, and the toes are trembling and curled up.

This is incorrect.

wrong.

He struggled back, trying to escape from the unfamiliar and magnified perception, but he was easily held in place.

Shi'an forced herself to stop thinking about it.

He buried himself in the dark and soft bedding, closed his eyes evasively, and wished to go back to the bottom of the abyss and sleep for another fifty to six thousand years.

At this moment, Shi An was startled slightly and opened his eyes.

He found that the gray magic power dissipated faster, and the magic power in his body had also made an astonishing leap.

……No way?

Does this work?

Shi An sat up and began to think seriously.

The only explanation now is that as his magic power grows, the drugs that suppress the estrus are gradually failing.

The estrus period should not have started immediately, because this feeling comes and goes quickly, and after the last experience, if the estrus period really begins, he probably won't have a sober interval.

And Mu Heng's touch will make his magic power grow faster, the faster the estrus comes, and the greater the reaction...

Well... this is simply a vicious circle!

Shi An was stupid.

Downstairs, Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked at Shi'an, who was walking down slowly:

"how are you feeling?"

Shi An was surprised: "?!"

Mu Heng then asked: "Is your body still different?"

Shi An pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and moved away from Mu Heng.

However, Mu Heng unhurriedly unfolded the electronic folder in his hand and spread it out on the desktop in front of him:

"come and see."

Shi An: "..."

He froze a face and moved it reluctantly.

"Have you eaten any of these by mistake?" The man's voice was low and peaceful, without any strangeness, but Shi'an involuntarily began to feel hot in his ears.

He remembered that he was upstairs just now, and the other party whispered in his ear in such a gentle and considerate voice.

Shi An looked blushing and looked away.

He hurriedly scanned the introduction above and pointed at one of them indiscriminately.

Mu Heng nodded: "That's okay, there is no need to go to the hospital. If you want to, it's better to have a check-up—"

"No, no." Shi'an shook his head vigorously.

Mu Heng crossed his fingers and said lightly: "Alright, you can wait for your body to metabolize it naturally, but there should be several repetitions."

He stood up, walked to Shi An's side and stood still.

Shi An restrained his urge to retreat.

The man lowered his silver-white eyelashes, his eyes were long and blue, with awe-inspiring abstinence and coldness.

He raised his hand and gently swept the bite marks on the boy's lower lip with his fingertips.

The other party's voice is clear and cold, calm and indifferent, with a little smile:

"Next time, I can help you with my mouth."