Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia felt her mouth must be swollen.

She stayed in place like a wooden stake, leaning back following the pressure of the elf, and the cold breath lingered between her lips and teeth, invading the tip of her mouth little by little, and her fangs finely grind her soft flesh.

The numb electric current rushed up from the spine.

Amelia tremblingly softened her waist, panting quickly, her eyes with a thin layer of mist.

After a long time, the hand that clamped her chin was released, and it landed on the ears, the digits of the allergic/sensible auricles were cut/inserted into the soft hair.

"I will kiss every day from now on." The elf said of course, with a relaxed tone like deciding to eat a bun every day.

"!!!"

Amelia’s tongue was tingling, her rosy lips were pursed, her confused brain worked hard, and she stammered: "You, you, wait!"

What's the situation?

How did things get to this point?

Why did you kiss me suddenly?

But before she murmured something, the hand pressing on the back of her head slightly applied force, and in the gradually approaching field of vision, she came up again with a thin lip with water.

It was another kiss deep into the soul.

"Wait...uh, wait"

Amelia panted, her body too soft, but she still grabbed the elf's ears and insisted on pushing him away.

"You will wait, you will wait." She covered her mouth with one hand, and her voice was a little vague: "Who told you to kiss every day, have you asked me?"

Alfonso chuckled and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to die? Or do you want to be taken away."

I don't want to.

Amelia shook her head honestly.

She reacted after shaking her head, so the translation of this question should be, either die or kiss him every day.

Yes, she chooses to kiss every day.

Amelia chose to surrender without any hesitation, spineless and confident.

Compared to a dog leash, what a beauty to kiss!Strictly speaking, she might have earned it.

After all, the Dark God is not accessible to anyone.

That is the supreme Supreme God. His noble lips may have never touched anyone's skin, or even rarely speak, but he can be kissed by her again and again, wantonly bite, and affectionately.

The pleasure of pulling down the gods from the clouds to defile him. There is no more feeling.

Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly had an impulse.

She plucked up the courage and jumped up decisively, pressing the god’s shoulders, supporting his tight muscles with one hand, and leaning against his stunned eyes, biting on his long pointed ears, she coveted Ears for a long time.

"In this way, it can be considered intimate contact."

She squeezed the soft and ice-cold jade eartips, rubbed the pointed tiger teeth lightly, felt its trembling, and smiled a little smugly.

...

That day, Amelia walked out of the room at noon. Others forgive her for having spent a lot of effort recently. No one came to call her, but they didn’t expect that she would have kept a young and handsome dark elf in the room. One morning's life of "wine and wine".

Rita saw her and told her to go back to sleep for a while, not in a hurry.

Amelia refused with a guilty conscience: "No way."

Her ears were bleeding, and she was afraid that she would be scolded when she went back.

Rita didn't say anything, she smoothed her red and swollen lips, and said "Oh".

When Amelia was talking to her, she was standing on the suspended steps on the second floor. She looked down and saw workers busy carrying packages, and there was a prepared carriage in the distance.

"Will you leave these two days?" Amelia asked.

Rita nodded, with a hint of worry between her brows: "There is still no response from the temple. Debra and I are worried whether something is wrong, it is better to go back earlier."

Amelia nodded: "Alright, there is nothing wrong here anyway."

Hearing what she said, Rita retracted her gaze, glanced at her a few times, and suddenly asked, "Where is that white/elf? Where did it go?"

Amelia froze, "...sent away."

Fortunately, Rita did not find her uncomfortable. The two walked along the empty corridor. When they passed the entrance of the dungeon, Amelia separated from her and walked down the steep stone steps alone.

Before there were plagues and light things, she had forgotten that there was still a skinny witch that had not been resolved. This poor woman, she lost many of her family members in a row, and was trapped in a dungeon to suffer and tortured. The last time she saw her, she was so thin. It's like putting together a bunch of dry wood.

I don't know if the guards took care of the witch according to her orders.

Amelia walked down the steps, knocked on the iron door at the top of the walkway, and whispered: "It's me, Amelia, open the door."

She waited for a while, but no one answered.

Amelia added gravity, banging twice, "Guard? What about people?"

No one responded in the dungeon.

Amelia was keenly aware of something wrong, she used magic to open the door lock, and the iron door slid silently, revealing the darkened floor and the empty straw pile in the iron fence.

The skinny witch ran away.

Amelia was startled at first, and before she had time to react, she felt a cold wind coming from behind her, as if something was coming, the distance was very close, close at hand.

She glanced back hastily.

A faint halo was thrown from outside the door, casting a thin layer of shadow on the ground. Behind the slender figure, there was a round and thick shadow, like something like a sledgehammer, which was connected to the roof with a rope. With a very fast wave.

It's too fast, it's too late.

She gritted her teeth and sank her back, ready to take the blow. Suddenly someone took her shoulder and smashed the hammer.

The iron filings fell, and Amelia was in shock. In her cold arms, she looked up and saw sharp ears with deep tooth marks.

Her teeth are quite neat.

Amelia thought so, and she suddenly felt relieved in the dungeon like a horror movie scene. She also thought that she wouldn't be able to use this force next time, her thin pinna looked pitiful.

Alfonso scolded her with a dark face, "Are you dead? Can't squat down if you can't hide?"

"Your words are simple, who can think of it when you are so anxious." Amelia glared at him, too lazy to pay attention to him, shook off his hand, and knelt down to look at the iron filings on the ground.

Compared to the cleanliness of her first visit, the ground has become quite messy, and there are many traces of fighting. In a corner of the dungeon, Amelia found two guards who had been beaten to a faint. They knocked hard, but were still alive.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief in silence.

She spent as much time in the dungeon as she could, until the very last moment, dauntingly pretending to be shocked to tell others the news.

Although everyone else was very angry, the local church and the bishop vowed to find the wicked witch, but Amelia thought the possibility was low. The skinny witch was very smart and powerful. Once she escaped, it was like It is the mud cow entering the sea, dripping into the pool, and it will disappear without a trace.

But Amelia was wrong.

She miscalculated how much hatred affects a person, it is enough to drive a person crazy, and it is enough to destroy a person.

...

In this densely populated town, looking down through the crevices of the streets, there is a hidden world that no one knows, and some people who hide in secret will gather here to communicate.

This is the dark world.

The skinny witch wears a cloak that reaches the ground, and her skinny cheeks are deeply sunken. She raised her head and looked at the indeterminate light, and there was not a trace of light in her dark eyes.

"...10,000 gold coins, do it if you do it, don't do it if you don't do it." The man who was blinded in front of the counter became impatient, and his yellow teeth appeared while he was speaking, and he tapped the countertop.

The skinny witch was silent for a moment, and her sleeves flicked, shaking out a pile of gold coins still stained with blood.

There was a clattering metal sound, the one-eyed man's eyes lit up, he leaped on to count the gold coins carefully, wiped the blood with his invisible placket, and said contentedly: "Okay, I'll take this list, within ten days It must be done."

The skinny witch raised her head, her gloomy eyes pinned to him, her voice like a crow dancing in the sky: "The consequences of dare to lie to me, you know."

The one-eyed man just happily stuffed gold coins into his arms and waved his hands casually: "Hey, don't worry, we are reputable, we are not asking for random prices, as long as you can afford to pay, we have no one who can't kill."

His tone was big, but the skinny witch did not show any sarcasm or ridicule. She was silent for a moment, and then said: "Everyone is going to die, except for one girl named... Amelia. You can't hurt her. ."

When the name was mentioned, her hoarse and torn voice became soft and soft, as if afraid and ashamed, so she did not dare to mention the word, for fear of being heard by its owner.

"Okay, I see, it will definitely meet your requirements." The one-eyed man wrote it down for her, making a gesture of'everything is fine'.

So the witch laughed.She laughed terribly, but there was a little tear in her eyes.

The laughter of the children in the sun, the quiet and beautiful life, all these were destroyed with the arrival of the saints.The Necromancer was dead, and she couldn't let him die again, so she had to vent her anger on the person who brought it all.

I hope the souls of the children will rest in peace.

Two days later, a rickety carriage drove out of the city gate, and the people who had been waiting for a long time in the forest stood up and followed the convoy at a long distance.

Jason is the principal of the Dark Cult, unlike the Pope title of the Bright Cult. He does not have that much authority, and the followers are not so obedient, and occasionally go out to earn pocket money and do it himself.

A few days ago, he took an interesting commission casually, saints. Jason killed many young and old, and it didn't matter that he killed a few more for gold coins.So they came here all the way, washed the tools and prepared to kill.

The convoy in the distance stopped and seemed to be taking a break. After a while, someone walked into the forest alone.

Jason smiled, eyes shining with bloodthirsty light, playing with a poisoned dagger in his hand, following the girl.

Let's start with her, I don't know what that pretty little face will look like when it cries?

Jason thought, his eyes getting more and more excited, he stopped watching the girl from a distance, he clenched the dagger and was about to come forward, he saw her pounce on the arms of a man who appeared suddenly, and kissed him.

Ok?Is this the lover coming?

The single dog Jason became angry, and he decided to kill the two together, so that the friendship between the pair of fateful mandarin ducks was gone.

He glanced at the man subconsciously, but saw that the man looked weird, with deep white hair and golden stripes on his face, which was different from ordinary dark elves.

And the more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes, as if I see it every day...

……No way?

Jason slowly dropped his chin, his dagger fell to the ground. He stared at the suspected dark god who was pressed against the tree trunk and gnawed his ears, so scared that he even forgot to hide his figure.