Taming the Dark Lord

When Amelia returned with a bouquet of flowers, the god was sitting by the window, with loose white hair, sharp and handsome eyebrows, and the star-spot sunlight on the corners of his eyes did not make him soft.

He heard the movement and turned his eyes to look: "Where did he go?"

Amelia showed him the bouquet in her arms and pushed the door in: "Go pick flowers in the garden."

As soon as she came in, the smell filled the entire space, and the god raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you see those sacrifices?"

Amelia was startled: "Sacrifice?"

The god wrote lightly: "Your soul has been polluted. Those humans who look similar to you are the best supplement to fill your soul."

Amelia quickly realized that the pollution he said was that when the God of Light was attached to her to premeditately seize the house, the soul had briefly blended with her, leaving a few traces on her soul.

The god continued to speak, and his fingers automatically touched her and entangled her tightly: "I will handle it in a few days. You can just eat it."

eat……

Isn't it the kind of food she thought?

Amelia's expression was complicated, and her feelings of grief and indignation suddenly disappeared. Instead, she truly sympathized with the girls, wondering and knowing that this'handling' would not be a gentle technique.

She asked tentatively: "...how to eat?"

The god has a strange look in his eyes: "You can eat whatever you want." Do you still want to dip into the seasoning?His eyes said so.

Amelia: "..." Forget it, let's talk about it then.

She fell silent.

After a while, the god asked again: "Do you have nothing to ask?"

The saint's sudden meekness and obedience made the god a little strange, he scratched her palm casually, and brought a plate of snacks to be placed in front of her.

What to ask, should you ask knowingly?

The irritability rose again. She hurriedly stuffed a snack, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, what pollution, why don't I know."

She deliberately lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the look of the gods when they lied to her, but His words kept coming into her ears one after another.He said that the plague was still firmly attached to her soul. He also said... Anyway, he refused to mention anything related to the gods.

Amelia became more and more angry.

He still doesn't intend to tell the truth, is he intending to hide it from her for a lifetime?

Well, since he refused to say it, let her speak.

The anger that had just been provoked and contemptuous by the girls rushed up again, adding fire to the fire, causing the string of reason in his mind to break.

Amelia laughed, and Yunlan's eyes sank, like a bottomless sea: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, I have a more convenient way."

She held the finger of the god with her backhand and pulled him to the bed. The dark god was unknown, so she followed her strength and faced the saint's eyes.

"Do you remember? The spell I used to cast on you." The saint smiled Yingying, her white jade fingers slid up along the skirt of her clothes, and landed on the god's lower lip, passing like a dragonfly.

The Dark God raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and a strange wave of magic waved out, instantly spreading throughout his body, as if an invisible silk thread bound his limbs and drew his strength.

He fell on his back on the bed, flowing water-like hair pouring all over the bed, and a slender collarbone emerged from between the collars, in a posture that anyone could pick.

The Dark God twisted his eyebrows, unable to move, and uttered a word between his lips: "...you?"

Amelia sat leaning on the side of the bed: "Don't you remember? The first time I met, I cast a curse on you. It was just in case, but I used it once later. I didn't expect it. It will be useful the second time."

The saint tilted her head, the sun fell on her face, and the light and flickering made her eyes colder and darker: "I already knew who you were, Alfonso."

Alfonso.The name came out of her lips, with some vague tongue sounds for no reason.

The Dark God was surprised for a moment, carefully looked at her expression, then smiled, and said dumbly: "Really smart." With a subtle pride.

He finally got rid of his disguise.An inch of white faded, revealing the filthy and crazy darkness inside.

Amelia looked at this familiar face, her long and narrow eyes had a coldness that was completely different from that of the God of Light. Even the same white hair was even more pale and unfavorable.

She still prefers this face.

Amelia stroked Cthulhu's eyelids, the touch under her fingers was as cold as ice, and some softness inconsistent with his character. Pressing down gently, the fragile eyeballs are under the palm, and can be pulled out with a light hook.

Her strokes were gentle and nostalgic, like touching her lover, but her eyes were cold and murderous.

Even if a rabbit is anxious, it will bite people, let alone a cat with a bad temper?

The god suddenly laughed, trembling with laughter and shaking his chest. He raised his neck, his slender and sturdy lines unfolded, his voice was a little careless and teasing: "What are you going to do to me?"

Amelia pulled down the bed curtain to block the sun, and the wide bed frame sank into darkness.

She said: "Fuck you."

The saint pressed up, pinched the neck of the god with one hand, and the blonde hair fell down to form a thick curtain. The two breathed, their eyes faced each other, and they stared at the god's eyes perfectly.

She paused for a while, as if she didn't know what to do, hesitantly attached herself to the lips of the god, and kissed awkwardly for a moment.Kissing, the deep sea slowly rolled up a little wave, and white waves poured out.

The god is a little helpless: "What are you crying for."

Amelia wiped away her tears, her voice choked: "You lie to me every day! What happened to humans, we humans provoke you, so why do you look down on us, you like me and look down on me, are you sick? ?"

The continuous teardrops fell, carrying her hot body temperature, and falling on the cold body of the god, like a fire falling in the snow, melting into a gurgling stream.

The god dullly felt a little pain, looked at her face messed up with tears, and swallowed it back when he wanted to say something. For the first time in his life, he bowed his head: "It's my fault."

He has found a solution.

It is enough to welcome the saint as a god, and everything will no longer be a problem.

It's very simple, don't want her to do anything, just wait a while.

The Dark God opened his mouth to tell her this, in order to stop her tears from falling, but the saint's finger blocked his lips.

She saw that he had no intention of repentance, and he did not even realize where he was wrong.

It was useless to say anything, and Amelia suddenly realized this. How can the high gods realize the joys and sorrows of mortals.He sees your look and knows you are sad, but this feeling is too fake for him after all.

The comfort of outsiders is always pale.

She leaned down and touched his forehead.

"It's for nothing to tell you." She snorted a little angrily, and closed her eyes: "Let you know how I feel."

Memories and emotions flooded in.

The pain inflicted on the saint, the humiliation, humiliation, tears and sorrow, all returned to the god, and with the sudden pain from the heart that spread all over the body, he endured double torture.

The pain of mortals, it turned out to be so painful.

Those condescending arrogance and charitable love... It turns out that it is so breathtaking.

Late remorse and pain wrapped him in layers, not only the heart, but the whole body was hurting, and even the breath was stinging dull.

Compared with this kind of suffering, what can you do with your mind?What's the heartache?Just taking a look at the torrent of time, can you really understand her mood at that time?

Amelia looked down at the god, watching the subtle tremors of his body, the dilated pupils, and the sadness that permeated it.

It was the first time she saw him show such an expression.

Powerful and evil spirits have always watched the people, even if they are sitting, they seem to step on the heads of sentient beings forever, with the natural arrogance and publicity, and control the lives and deaths of billions of creatures in the world.

He was born destined to be incomparable, and he has never been so disheartened.Just falling in love with a human being makes him feel all kinds of pain in the world.

Amelia felt a pain in her heart, but in the pain she carried an unknown pleasure.

What if you are born extraordinary?It's not under me at this moment.

Want to see more, want to see him show more of these expressions.

Amelia endured a moment, bit her tongue, and slowly smiled, her fingertips slid into the neckline frivolously and ambiguously, walking around his god-like body.

She never tells lies.You must fall asleep when you say sleep.

The Dark God was still absent, and his heart was still tingling slowly. He glanced at her slowly, with a little indulgence in his eyes, and let her go.

The high god was ridden under her, like a rebellious BMW, bowing his head proudly and tenderly when facing its beloved master.

He never gave up, but temporarily handed over the reins that controlled him to the saint, perhaps because of guilt, perhaps because of love.

At this moment, the handsome and proud god belongs to her.

Let her do whatever she wants.

...

Extreme pain is intertwined with bliss.

The saint’s warm body temperature gradually melted the ice, her forbidding eyes became confused, and her honey-colored firm skin was flushed, like chocolate dipped in cherry sauce.

Amelia explored the body enthusiastically. She ate chocolate, like a hungry traveler, reluctantly torturing the shivering body of the god.

The delicate and strong muscles feel very good, the fingertips are sunken, flexible and elastic.Passing over the suddenly tightened curve, the thin muscles of the waist are tight, forming a very tension line...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his slender, powerful fingers grabbed her wrists that went down: "No, mortal bodies can't hold the gods...you will collapse."

Mortals, mortals, mortals, and mortals.

Amelia couldn't get away from His hand, so she leaned in angrily and bit His ear hard: "...You have to make up for me and make me happy."

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When she was absent, the saint climbed onto the dark god's neck, and her fingertips touched the faintly glowing godhead under her skin.

"I thought about digging it."

She closed her eyes and said, the tails of her trembling eyes were still red, and the lips were full of red dripping, "But I can't do it."

"It's not because of soft heart, but I don't want to see myself become an ugly and despicable person."

"Love should be something that makes people better, but you make me worse."

The saint lifted her chin and straightened her body. Unspeakable happiness flooded her body. She emptied her mind and murmured the words: "You made me fall."