Lion King’s Adopted Son

The strong wheat-colored figure and the white figure intertwined with each other, constantly changing positions, and violent bumps-hits-sounds from the trunk, as well as men's heavy gasps. Each branch witnessed the fierce entanglement between the two men.

The boy was lying on the trunk, his hair was messy, his fair-skinned face was flushed with redness, and his red lips were slightly opened, and his undulating body was covered with the marks just left, lying on him. The man looked at him with a seductive look, and the ancient owe in his eyes was deeper.

"Now, do you know how I want to eat you?" The husky, low-pitched male voice approached the boy, stroking the boy's tender face gently, and rubbing his softness with his fingertips softly Lips.

"Hmm ..." The boy frowned, tilted his head, and tried to avoid the young man's hand, but the young man had to pry open his teeth with his hand, reached into his mouth, teasing the red tongue in the boy's mouth .

"Why, you can't stand this?" The young man lay in his ears and said maliciously: "Dare you dare to look for a lioness with a lion behind me, but after I found out, I still have the courage to run away, you are not very Is it great, eh? "

The boy opened his eyes wide, his pupils lost focus, and he couldn't help crying when he was topped maliciously by the youth. Everything is strange, whether it is such a vicious young man demanding inexhaustible demands, or he is passively constantly ups and downs like a flat boat ...

The strange pleasure rose from the boy's feet, making him unable to hold back Bai Nen's lovely toes, but at the same time, the blankness in his heart was even worse.

Jella had conceived the way she was eaten by her adoptive father many times, but never thought it would end up like this.

In exhausted battles, his consciousness seemed to be completely removed from his body, and nothing could be thought in his mind.

He can only lean back against the trunk, looking at his adoptive father who is very different from usual, and his father's pupils full of ancient hopes, reflecting a strange, blushing-tide himself. There were waves of pain in a secret place below him, but the teenager felt he was numb and he couldn't respond to it.

After a while, he asked in a dry voice, "That's ... the purpose of raising me?"

"What a stupid thing to say!" Pascal pressed his cheek affectionately, as they usually do, except that the temperature on them now was obviously higher than then. That scorching temperature can almost burn a person's body and mind into a molten state: "I raise you, what purpose do you need?"

"Are you short of female-sex?" The teenager asked coldly.

"No shortage. But I find that I like you more than a female."

"But I don't like you!" During the speech, because of emotional excitement, his body pushed forward, inadvertently implying something deeper. This action made Jela's face pale, and Pascal sighed comfortably.

Knowing that Jella had reached the limit, Pascal did not continue, he stepped out and gently stroked somewhere that was overused: "Does it hurt?"

His voice was so gentle, full of doting and pity. Gela tilted her head. If it wasn't for this person who was leaning on his waist regardless of his petitions, and kept running rampantly, maybe he would be deceived by his expression, maybe not.

He bit his lower lip and said indignantly, "Try it for yourself and you will know!"

Pascal ignored the young man's complaint, and he took off his animal fur and put it on the young man. He passed the boy's neck with one hand and the boy's knee with one hand, holding the boy in his arms: "Why are you still so light and so thin!" He complained dissatisfied: "I don't seem to feed you normally. You have to eat more! "

With that said, Pascal had already prepared a schedule in his heart to prepare a meal for Jella. The spine knows the taste. After tasting the taste of the boy, why is he willing to stop eating just once? The current physical condition of the teenager makes him completely unsatisfactory. For the sake of his future happiness, the best way is to raise the teenager for nothing. Well, usually pay more attention to the physical fitness of the teenager.

Pascal dropped Jerry in his arms. The boy obediently fell into his arms without any change. He was too tired to even open his eyes.

A battle went from noon to evening. For Pascal, the time is quite short, but for Jella, this is simply a long-lasting war of attrition.

"Jela, your physical strength is too bad, you still have to exercise well. You know, the male and lioness have at least three days in the estrus period!"

This animal! The boy has bruised his teeth, and he doesn't want to care about the man in front of the riceworm.

When Pascal put the boy in the river and started to wash his body and body for him, the boy could no longer continue to sleep, and he narrowed his eyes, "What are you gonna do?" His eyes looked hazy and completely injurious.

"Not good, just to wash it for you. You just go back so sticky, I'm afraid it's not comfortable?" Pascal reached out and covered the teenager's eyes: "Dear, don't look with this look I, I can't help it ... "

Pascal's movements were gentle and completely different from his fierce style before. The autumn river flooded with chills on his body, but Jella noticed that the temperature of the water around him was just right, not cold at all. I am afraid that Pascal used his elemental force to change the temperature of the water.

When this man launched a warm offensive on his prey, very few people could really escape from the trap he laid. In the past, his attitude toward himself was uncertain, and most of the time he was harsh, and only rarely did he show a warm side. However, after this time, Jella clearly felt that Pascal's attitude towards him had changed.

It seems that their relationship has undergone some irreversible changes, although this is not what he wants.

"You did the good and the bad, Pascal, you are really terrible." Gela closed her eyes and let Pascal's hand go on his own, he was exhausted.

There was also an idea of ​​self-abandonment in his heart. Anyway, what should and should not be seen, Pascal looked at it, what should be touched, and he touched it, and now he does not need to shout regardless of the actual situation. You have to wash it yourself. Pascal, the bastard, tossed him so hard just now that he should serve him. As for the restlessly fanning hand ... Ignore it! Ignore!

Gela apparently overestimated his endurance, and endured the blue veins, making Pascal funny.

"Now, you know how I care about you, what is your answer?"

Jella just wanted to hehe: "Is my answer important? If I said no, would you let me go?"

"Of course not. However, I prefer to do this kind of thing if you wish."

What is a hypocrite? This is! !! !!

Jella closed her eyes and didn't want to ignore him anymore.

However, he did not recognize this relationship between Pascal and himself. He couldn't accept the spoiled love, so after learning Pascal's true purpose, he didn't plan to confess his fate like that.

But what should he do? What can he do? Tell the lionesses who love themselves? No, maybe Pascal would compromise his subordinates on small matters, but when he was real, no one could stop him.

No matter how many times he was accused of not being a good father in front of the lionesses and forced to make a series of promises, he will always be the leader of the Pascal Lions and their king, if not what he is willing to do Even his dependant subordinates couldn't influence his decision.

Telling the lionesses will only make them embarrassed, and he can't say.

From this incident, Jella has also learned to be good. Since escape does not work, he can only think of another way.

Perhaps it's a good idea to shift Pascal's attention.

After all, Pascal is not a good X prince of Hunan. He does n’t do anything every day. He only uses love to chase the heroine. From the perspective of Shakespeare's script, Pascal is a prince waiting for revenge. One move can distract him and distract him.

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After this day, the Galaman Lions, who had lost their lions, were once again driven out of the territory by Pascal. For these lionesses who had beaten his sweetheart, Pascal's tolerance was terribly low. In contrast, he would rather accept the Ghana lion group, although he did not like the lion group that once abandoned Jella, but since Jella wants his nominal father to be here for retirement, Pascal also No comments.

Soon after, the lionesses found that Pascal and Gela's relationship with each other became strange. Since most of them are girls who haven't been in love yet, they can't tell what is strange, but just feel that Pascal and Jella are a bit wrong. Only Sarah, who had a family, saw some clues, but she didn't say it intelligently, but left space for the two parties.

Pascal recently launched a fierce and tender offensive against Gela. He has been more energetic ever since he found that Gela is soft and hard, and he can't refuse decisively to his gentleness. Jella was struggling with Pascal's repeated attempts, while watching the city of Florville secretly.

Fortunately, the Celeste Lord did not let him down.

Before the winter arrived, the three main cities of Florville, Derry, and Gallamany jointly hosted a brave battle. This year is a special day when the legendary Bramandini **** is about to descend on this land. Every time on the eve of the arrival of God Bla, the city leaders will conduct a selection battle in their respective cities. The elected warriors will be blessed by God.

After receiving this news, Pascal went to the current territory of the orc tribe, the western grassland where the original Galaman lions were located.

They have waited this day for too long.