The succubus responded with a furious roar, but this time the anger was not so much a matter of intent or disguise as a temptation, her skin rapidly morphing from a dull gray-blue to a brilliant pale rose, the thread-like black pupils rapidly expanding, reflecting the summoner's face, her body trembling slightly, the fine frequency as if it was, no, rather, a means used by the succubi to show their charm, curly hair rising high from behind her, like tentacles or vines, stretching firmly, wrapped firmly around the other's neck, pulling the captives to pour on her。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The lich had no intention of resisting, the temptation of the summoner and the summoned was over, and if he dared to refuse again, then Ferekhill's temper probably wouldn't be as mild as this time- No one knew who the mother of the Glazt daughter was, and some had maliciously speculated that it might have been a water ghost, given the odd color of her skin and hair, but she was indeed a succubus, and had inherited the blood of Grazt, and she could have used her charm to capture any male or even a female if she wished. But it was precisely because of her physical appearance that she had a different relationship with most succubi, that she may still have a small inferiority complex - the anger of a summoned but rejected succubus might be able to be tempered with a soul gem, but Ferek Hill was not the kind of lich to dare to try.

Her limbs were wrapped around the lich, and the curls that seemed to grow all the time had taken over the room in a few breaths, and they rose and fell like waves, even if the former undead bent his knees, he never felt that he was in a room made entirely of large blocks of stone, all the touches were soft and tough, elastic, and the succubus spat out his own breath at him, and the sulfur was strangely mixed with a mellow and decaying fragrance, like the last smell of a destroyed but not yet rotten flower, it wrapped around them like velvet, a strange smell, so strange that it was impossible to easily forget。

The curls protruded into the silk clinging to the dragonborn's hot skin, like countless fingers, like the tips of countless tongues, twisting, searching, rubbing, and as the distance between their master and the summoner was reduced to the end, the slender little devils flapped wildly on their pale and smooth skin, leaving layers upon layers of tiny scars- The long, blue-black scaled tail swam up from between the Dragonborn's legs like a venomous snake, and as its owner screamed excitedly, it transformed into a whip that whipped at the broad, beautiful back.

The summoner took Ferrekhill's arm, and he straightened up, lightly and forcefully lifting the small succubus to him, their bodies still tightly connected, but the position changed, and while Ferrekhill was unhappy that he had lost his dominance, the lich's hand slid down, gently sinking into a full heat, as a spellcaster's fingers were known to be unusually dexterous. Now that they could make intricate and anomalous spell-casting gestures at speeds that mortals couldn't catch, and certainly find a place to lose control of Ferrek Hill before they could be caught - the succubus arched violently, she hissed, sharp teeth piercing into the base of the male's neck, and powerful blood flowing down her throat, but this time the lich didn't refuse.

In return, in addition to the violent twisting and twisting, Ferrek Hill answered him when she heard the Dragonborn call out his name, and the magic hit them at the same time, along with the extreme sensation of the body, at least for a moment, Ferrek Hill was very satisfied.

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"It's the first time I've met a warlock like you. ”

Ferek Hill said that she was now in a state of contentment, and her expression had become very gentle, and she lay in the lich's room, the veil of the gauze had been lifted high, and through the horseshoe-shaped windows and doors they could see the light violet-blue sky and the moss-green cliffs, and the succubus gently caressed the soft pillows and cushions beneath her, feeling the hatred and sorrow that swirled in between. The otherworldly soul wouldn't accept the human feminine hair, of course, but the lich wouldn't have reminded it to pay attention to the tassels and embellishments on these common utensils, so it wouldn't know that the round white beads weren't pearls, but human bones soaked in wax and polished to shine.

But for the Grenada, their attendants, and the succubi who now occupy the room, they are normal, and it would be suspicious if a Grenada's red-robed room did not have one or two decorations or utensils made of parts of human bodies.

"Am I very different from the other warlocks?" said the lich, leaning over and handing the succubus a glass of blood wine, the blood was not fresh, or rather, a preserved freshness, from the dragon, the hapless black dragon they had encountered in the snow-covered swamp, and before it was blown to ashes by Flo's avatar, the former undead managed to get some good things, "If you mean that little trick......" he smiled slightly. In Grenada, there are not a few people who are both priests and warlocks at the same time. ”

"The bottomless abyss beneath," Ferrek Hill said, "you know I'm talking about those annoying guys in white robes......" The succubus' gaze paused palpitatingly on the lich for a moment, "Seriously, I can almost smell that abominable smell from you, maybe it's not the fault of the robes, you don't look like a warlock at all, especially a dragonborn warlock." ”

The lich's hand holding the glass didn't waver at all, and the blood wine sank into the golden cup like a piece of solidified red amber: "That's probably because I have half elven blood in my body." He explained quietly, "My mother was an Eya elf—she left me many things, the color of my hair, my eyes, and the strong, pure life force in my blood. ”

Ferrek Hill curled his lips, "I'm curious about your father. She said rudely, "How did he get into an elf? ”

"A dragonborn of strong blood," said the former undead, "he is the third generation of the Red Dragon Gredi, according to human analogies. As for how he conceived a child with an Eya elf, it was probably nothing more than deception and coercion, and there is nothing worth elaborating on. He brought the glass to the succubus's rich lips, letting the cold metal gently press against the dark mucous membranes, and after the succubus could not resist the temptation and opened his mouth to swallow a large gulp, he leaned forward and removed the glass as he replaced it with his own lips - it was an intimate and long kiss, and the succubi loved to kiss, because they most often squeezed the essence of human life in such a beautiful way until nothing remained. Ferrek Hill was no exception, their tongues fighting each other in each other's mouths, resisting and colluding with each other, sometimes licking the roof of each other's palate with the tip of their tongues, sometimes rubbing their gums with the side of their tongues, each small change capable of causing a tremor of electricity.

"You should make a pact with me," Ferrek Hill said, "and I'll let you ...... Makes you a demon straight away, not a pathetic maggot. She scratched the black-haired caster's Adam's apple with her fingertips, "You'll be a good succubus." ”

"I can't ask for it. The lich said, but he knew that it was just a sweet candy, and it was not for nothing that he made a contract with a demon to not have to be squeezed of the magical energy from his soul after death, and thus became a low-level or medium-level demon or a spellcaster of the devil, but they all paid a great price, and many of them were powerful mages who served the demons all their lives before they died, and slaughtered countless lives, or rulers - like now, he didn't even show the daughter of Grazt her worth.

"And besides," said Ferrek Hill, "I've never seen a warlock so good at cooking. ”

"It's just a slight improvement on the poor cooking here. The Lich said that the soul from another dimension had many grievances about this place, but the strongest of them was the monotonous food, and although it thought that roasts, soups, preserves, and the like were not bad (at least it did not delay its appetite at all), it would still mumble to its troublesome cohabitants about the stir-frying, frying, cooking, steaming, stewing, stew, and stew, and try to give the poor, food-savage, barren plane more learning opportunities as it took control of its body。

Although even if she just placed a bloody piece of dragon leg in front of Ferek Hill, as long as it contained the power she craved, the succubus would never be angry because the food was not refined enough, but it was clear that a meal that had been carefully prepared would arouse her desire more // Hopefully, the taste of demons can only be said to be mediocre for human food, after all, they are a wild race accustomed to not even dipping in spices, but demons of Ferrek Hill's level still have aesthetics, and a pair of arms are spread out and a silver platter as long as a pair of arms is neatly arranged into a triple crown of meat, which makes the lich omit a lot of words in winning her favor.

And the ingredients used to marinate these meats are none other than the extracted Pain Potion, a potion that can be made by warlocks and mages alike, drawn from the souls of the tormented casters, and then mixed with tears of remorse, and many times they are used forever to cast spells, or to feed ghosts, or to drink directly, but Ferek Hill must admit that it is also a pretty good use for curing dragons' flesh. The lich also added some bayonet vine and devil tree leaves as decorations, which tasted a little pungent and spewed blood, but were simply refreshing to the demons.

"I think I have to admit that you're a careful and cunning fellow," Ferrek Hill said, "and you make me amused." ”

"It's an honor. Said the lich.

"Tell me, then, what do you want me to do?" said the succubus in a soft, deep voice, "Tell me, and I'll grant your wish." ”

"What else," said the lich in the same gentle voice, "of course you...... I wish I could serve you. ”

"Greedy fellow," Ferrek Hill muttered, "do you know what it costs you?"

"My father is the child of Gredy the Red Dragon. ”

"Your father had a lot of children," Ferrek Hill said.

"I'm the most favored. ”

"I hope so. Ferrekhill said, "Otherwise, it would be a shame that a lovely fellow like you would end up being a maggot." ”

"I can show you ...... Just need your little help. ”

"Say it......"

The lich pointed to the empty silver platter, on which some bayonet vine blades remained.

"Markt City?" said Ferrek Hill, "No, that's too big for you now, ...... for you now" and then she saw the lich make a three-to-three gesture, "Everything is three, you're looking for this bastard?"

It is said that he was favored by Grazter when he was born, and planted the Devil's Tree in the wilderness of Azgrat, if there was anyone who could find everything in the shortest possible time, except Grazt, who was probably the children of Grazt.

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