Stray

Adrian finally frowned.

Even now, his mind is still calmly calculating the most rational way to deal with it. Jesse Dylan's strength is above himself, and his attitude seems to be particularly determined. His resistance was clearly not going to bear fruit.

So the former knight commander did only one thing - he walked to the table and turned the small stone idol to the side of the wall. Under the light of the candlestick, his pupils were almost pitch black.

Jesse seemed thoroughly amused by what he was doing. The pretty blond youth burst out laughing, as if seeing something terribly funny. He unbuttoned his light blue jacket, threw it casually on the soft carpet, and ripped the chest of his undershirt open. After all this was done, Jesse approached Adrian and deliberately let the hot and humid breath brush against the knight commander's cheek.

Adrian didn't hide or move, just stood straight on the spot and said nothing.

"Are you nervous?" Jesse stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers unbuttoned the high collar of the monk's uniform one by one. Black long coats were scattered on the ground, and then a simple white tunic. The blond youth's fingers twitched deftly, the buttons slid open silently, and the knight commander's chest was completely exposed - the muscles were just right, and the wheat-colored skin glowed a little warm honey in the candlelight. It can be seen that he has been well treated in the previous war, and there are no warped and bulging scars on his skin, only a lot of faint marks.

The battle-hardened knight looked a little dazed at the moment.

"What should I do now?" Adrian's voice was flat, and he raised his hands awkwardly, but finally put them down.

"You don't have to do anything." Jesse hummed. He leaned forward, pressed his face to the other's cheek, and licked the other's auricle—then with satisfaction, he felt the body that was touching the skin tighten instantly.

Adrian took a step back subconsciously and slammed into the table behind him, with a look of surprise on his face. "I thought…"

"It looks like you really misunderstood a lot." Jessie licked her lips and pulled her collar further. The ice blue eyes were as clear as gems under the firelight, but the sight was like a hook, sticky and burning. "There's absolutely no way I could be the one below, my dear."

The knight commander lowered his eyes, and after a while, he compromised coldly: "Then please."

"I just like your reaction." Jesse leaned forward, lightly bit the earlobe of the other party, put the earballs in his mouth, and licked slowly. "How upright...you've never been treated like this, eh? You promised me not to lie."

The blond young man's voice became softer and more ambiguous, and the tail was raised, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

"No..." Adrian gritted his teeth and said, his body trembling slightly. He leaned his back against the table, put his hands back on the edge of the table, and tried stubbornly to straighten himself.

"I like that about you too." After the sound of wet water, Jesse backed away slightly. He pressed the tip of his nose against the other's nose and rubbed affectionately. "Honest is a good quality."

Then he kissed mercilessly.

The invasion of other people's body temperature made Adrian stunned on the spot. He is not ignorant of such things - walking on the edge of human nature, facing the various twisted desires of sinners, the Knight Commander of Judgment has dealt with countless cases of indulging in **** that led to death. He even saw the craziest and most twisted, and penned the report himself. But he was always a bystander, and no one ever kissed him.

No one has the guts to kiss him.

Adrian knew exactly what he looked like when he was in office, covered in blood, rational and indifferent, never wavering. If there is any difference between himself and Godwin Lopez - Adrian is more willing to abide by the morality he believes than to accept the rules glued on paper.

Cardinal Mercer once commented on this: "This is the closest you will get to 'man', my child. Don't lose that. Even if one day... we stand In the hostile camp, out of selfishness, I still hope that you can stick to your position."

"Cherish what you believe in your heart, that's your code." His teacher looked a little sad when he said this, "Ed, although I know it's not very Maybe, I still hope you can..."

He waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the end of the sentence - it was a feeling that Adrian still couldn't understand. He didn't feel like he lacked anything. His heart has long been entangled by the chains of faith and restraint, and despite the stench of corpses and blood in his life, he is still able to move forward towards that point of light.

In fact, Adrian didn't think the roadside scenery was worth stopping to appreciate. He can see the end of his life, and he will surely die in pursuit of his faith. The moment he ascended the position of the Judge Knight Commander, he knew that he would never be able to escape the blood-stained thorns under his feet in this life, but if the world was to continue to run, someone had to take on such a role.

The rest of my life is pain, but so what?

The hypoxic dizziness distracted him and brought Adrian back to reality - Jesse didn't just give it up, but continued the long, suffocating kiss.

The pain or humiliation he expected didn't come, just pure enthusiasm that scared him. The soft tongue poked into his mouth and slid across the palate, making his back quiver. Even if there is no actual love experience, as a person with enough experience, this thing will not make him ashamed, but...

The back of the head was firmly imprisoned, and the tongue plundered deftly, almost going around the entire mouth. It cruelly stirred the knight commander's tongue and made a loud tut. The irresistible heat exploded from his head, and Adrian's hands and feet felt numb. The unfamiliar feeling made him have a clear sense of resistance for the first time. However, Jesse Dylan seemed to be welded in place, unmoving.

The unfamiliar feeling that engulfed him almost suffocated him, and Adrian let out a barely audible groan.

As if receiving satisfactory feedback, Jesse finally broke off the kiss and let out a low laugh. The two were close to each other's chests, and Adrian could even feel the vibration of the other's chest.

The table made a harsh sound of being pushed away, and when he regained his senses, Adrian found himself lying on the thick carpet of the prayer room, between his removed monk clothes. He gasped slightly, and his brain was a little groggy due to lack of oxygen. And Jesse put his hands beside his ears, an aggressive look down from above, and the cool golden hair spread out on the bare chest of the Knight Commander.

"First a mark," Jesse said softly, glancing at the old monk's uniform. "Don't worry about the one you imagine, I will give you a real mark."

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Say Jiexi leaned down, sucking the skin on his neck, unexpectedly did not arouse any pain. Then the fingertips, the other party must have used some kind of spell, Adrian thought. The hands that were wandering around seemed to have arcs, causing bursts of numbness and heat. All kinds of unfamiliar pleasures rushed up, and Adrian's scalp was numb, and he was a little helpless for the first time - he forcibly swallowed the gasps that almost overflowed from his throat, but did not say a word, but frowned even tighter.

No bad teasing, no humiliating pain. Jesse Dylan was eerily tender, as if they were lovers from the heart. His movements are thoughtful and gentle, without any reluctance or urgency, even giving the illusion of being cherished.

It's just a deal, Adrian thought firmly. You cannot be dominated by desire, otherwise it will be like...

As if in pure pleasure.

"Don't you like it?" Jesse looked up at him, sliding his right hand up his muscular left arm, rubbing the knight commander's wrist lingeringly.

Adrian looked away for the first time.

"Don't want to see me?" Jesse asked in a soft voice, stopping the movement of her hands.

Adrian didn't answer, he really didn't know how to answer this question now.

"It's okay." Jesse tore off the wide ribbon that bound her long hair, her voice sweet. "I respect what you mean - if you don't want to see me, then don't."

A cold, smooth touch clung to his eyelids. Jesse lifted Adrian's head slightly and covered his dark brown eyes with a ribbon. Adrian's vision sank into darkness in an instant—the instinct of being a warrior awakened again, and the muscles of the knight commander's body immediately tightened.

"Shh—" Jesse lowered her head, more blonde hair hanging down, her voice smiling. "It's okay, Ed. It's not torture, and it's not a dirty thing. Your **** won't mind."

I lost my vision, and my body's touch was magnified several times. Soft warm lips, hot tongue, wet fingers wandering around, and the rubbing of skin—Adrian opened his mouth slightly, trying to inhale more of the cool night air to calm his mind keep cool.

But as soon as he took a few breaths silently, two slender fingers squeezed into his mouth, teasing his tongue for a while.

"Why hold on?" Jesse whispered in his ear, tongue licking his pinna more recklessly. "Isn't it a good idea to accept that you are human after all? There is no such thing as absolute rationality, my dear."

He took out his fingers and caressed the other's slightly red lips.

Adrian was a little embarrassed, and under the uncontrollable pleasure, he could hardly exert any strength. Although he doesn't think that he can match Jesse Dylan when he is in perfect condition, the fact that he is completely incapacitated...

He has gone through countless rigorous trainings and knows how to control his every feeling. Judge the injury by the pain, and continue to act regardless of the severe pain. No matter how many injuries he suffered, he was always able to control his body freely.

But the current situation is out of control. The Dominator was someone else, and he panicked, and that panic was mixed with a strange sense of relief. The brain seems to be burning, unable to think smoothly. Adrian bit his lower lip hard, and tasted the blood in his nearly numb mouth.

He still made no sound.

"Let's go here for a little trouble." Jesse kissed the other person's sweaty forehead, "Looking at you, it looks like you're ready."

The memory that followed was shattered.

He should have been stunned by the layered pleasure, but the will that has been honed by the battlefield for more than ten years does not allow him to do so. Adrian didn't remember how long he held on—he clutched at the scattered monk's uniform beneath him, almost scratching the sturdy fabric. His slender legs were trembling with unfamiliar desire, but his vision was still pitch black.

Not only to these emotions, he even became unfamiliar with himself at the moment.

He should be a heartless judge in life, and a blood-stained guide after death. Adrian has always been able to accurately and thoroughly interpret himself in the eyes of others, but now he is confused for the first time.

Before, no matter what…

Numerous noisy voices emerged from his increasingly drowsy mind.

"Mr. Cross lost his power?"

"Zhenni is on top... He hasn't recovered for so long, maybe he really has something with the devil..."

It doesn't matter, he thought.

"Did you hear that rumor? That war... Originally, Willard planned to use the Death Row Legion as bait to directly detonate the dragon's breath stone vein and bring Mr. Cross and his knights together Killed. As a result, Mr. Close suddenly lost his strength, causing them to temporarily change their plans."

"God, did he get the news from somewhere? He made such an excuse to retreat—"

"Willard is heretical! I don't believe that Mr. Cross will collude with the higher-ups of Mooney..."

It's okay, he thought.

He was not confused, and his spirit was as always. Adrian believes that no pain or guilt can knock him down, and death, on the other hand, is just the end of a dark journey. He had forgotten the last time he was truly "happy", but it was fine, just keep it that way. If there is no attachment, there will be no selfishness, and without selfishness, there will be no deviation from the road ahead.

He did have reliable subordinates and trusted friends. But he also knew what they thought. They would be buried on the battlefield - it was almost doomed, it was only a matter of time.

So if his life does end one day, it will be a matter of course. There may be sorrow in front of his body, but there will never be regret or remorse. They will honor his death as some kind of glittering glory. They will accept it as peacefully and naturally as the dead leaves that fall from the branches in late autumn.

It should be.

The Knight Commander of Judgment tried to find a few prayers from his nearly blank brain, but he couldn't remember half of it. The blood was boiling all over his body, making his throat dry and dizzy. For the first time in his life, his world was shaken by another person, and it didn't mean to stop.

Some kind of terrifying desire exploded in his chest, quickly seeping into his limbs. Adrian raised his arm with difficulty, trying to touch his smooth, hot skin. The silk satin close to his eyelids was wet with sweat and a few tears, and the clothes under his body were soaked through, he finally gasped, and let out a very low whimper amid the seemingly never-ending turbulence.

…

Even at the last moment, Adrian failed to faint. He completely lost the strength to stand up or speak. Jesse put on her underwear and swiftly cast a cleaning spell on the whole room - all the sticky liquid disappeared, and the scattered clothes became clean and fresh. But he didn't mean to remove the marks on the other's skin at all, and he didn't seem to have any plans to leave the prayer room.

The blond youth with loose hair neatly folded the scattered clothes and stuffed them under Adrian's head. Then he picked up his long coat and put it lightly over the knight commander. The candles were about to burn out, and Jesse was leaning against the table just like that, with a slight arc at the corners of his mouth.

Adrian let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

"Adrian Cross." Jesse called out suddenly, "I think about my third request."

"Yeah." Adrian didn't open his eyes, just squeezed a hoarse response from his throat.

"Promise me, don't die easily." Jesse's voice was soft, but rarely serious.

Adrian was silent for a long time, and after suppressing the sudden sour feeling in his heart, he was finally able to speak again.

"...Hmm." With vigilance against that unknown emotion, the exhausted Knight Commander turned over and quickly fell asleep.

"Even so, it doesn't twinkle, my star." After confirming that the other party was asleep, he buttoned up his underwear, and sighed inexplicably. "You're really... so cute. Do you love 'me' that much?"

He glanced at the statue of Zeni at the corner of the table - a small stone statue facing the wall with a deep and pitiful face. Jesse shook his head, sneered, and tapped the statue casually.

It shattered in an instant, leaving no powder behind.

Waking up the next day, Adrian was the first to notice the soft pillows and quilt under him.

The sun had just risen, and the light that slipped through the window was still orange. Adrian didn't react for a while, and when he tried to prop up his body, the pain he had never experienced jerked him back to the bed, making him unable to move. To make matters worse, that wasn't the only thing holding the knight commander up—an arm was draped around his waist, hinting at pulling him back into the quilt.

"Mr. Dylan." Adrian couldn't help but frown again, "Please let me go."

"Call me Jesse, okay?" Jesse hummed disapprovingly. He propped his head with one hand, elbows buried in the soft pillow. "Well, you were more enthusiastic last night than you are now."

Adrian clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to gasp for air-the continuous soreness hit his waist, and the absurd after-effects of the night were more deadly than he expected. The knight commander pursed his lips, grabbed the clean undershirt lying on the head of the bed, and put it on neatly. The white cloth covered most of the ambiguous red marks on his chest and neck. I don't know if the other party did it on purpose or not. Some marks were outside the cover of the high collar of the monk's uniform.

"Plan?" Adrian asked succinctly beside the bed after quickly putting on his coat.

Jessie stretched and the blanket slid down her chest. He showed his upper body carelessly, and rubbed against the knight commander: "It's very simple, let's go and steal the magic stone from the Sword of Residual Fire. Don't, don't frown so quickly - I think you probably noticed it, our dear Pope. The adults are testing me."

"I know." Adrian nodded, looking away from the other party's long splendid blonde hair.

"If I'm not mistaken, they're probably battered by Mr. Wright's staff." Jesse gave a standard smirk, "A powerful and mysterious staff, an unexplored mystery. , how perfect. They can't figure out the details of that staff, and it is obviously more reasonable to determine my ability first."

"You want to prove to him that you have a narrow vision?" Adrian figured out what the other party meant.

"Yeah." Jesse shrugged, a strand of blonde hair slipping off her shoulders. "There's nothing better to control than a pure profit-seeker. The Sword of Residual Fire isn't something anyone can use, but the magic stone on it is worth a fortune. If we do get our hands on it and get out of it - after all, we It will only be a 'powerful thief', not some 'dangerous kind of fire'."

I have power in my hand, but I don't have the vision to match it, and I have no real power in my hand. From this point of view...

"It can also explain the origin of Mr. Wright's staff." Adrian habitually rubbed his chin with his hand and lowered his voice. "On the bright side, he is doing inconspicuous small tasks, and secretly aiming at powerful weapons and props. Indeed, if it is this position, everything makes sense."

"Without clear evidence, the Radism cannot confiscate the staff for no reason. Using that staff and bluffing strength as bait, enter the labyrinth to challenge and steal precious magic stones—etc. They found that the magic stone disappeared, and we took back the staff long ago, and we ran away without a shadow." Jesse spread his hands and smiled and rolled his eyes. "Look, if I had to choose between 'the daring thief' and the 'devil that ravaged the world', I personally prefer the former."

"I have a question." Adrian pondered for a moment, "If it is a priceless magic stone, then there must be the possibility of secondary weaponization. Ruddism will not be so easy to give up. "

"Don't worry." Jesse laughed even more happily, "Believe me, that staff is not the first 'bad' weapon. Our captain's father is more than the captain himself. Much more cunning."

Adrien was relieved. He was about to turn and walk away when Jesse grabbed his sleeve—

"Ed." The blond youth sat on the soft bed in a relaxed and casual tone. "How is it today, do you like me at all?"

The knight commander stretched out his free hand and twisted a long blond hair from the monk's robe. He lowered his eyes to look at the overly beautiful face, and there was an almost imperceptible wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he shook his head slightly.

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