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"You like my mouth?"

The disheveled Lady Quentin suddenly smiled charmingly, stretched out her warm and moist dexterous little tongue to add lips, little Alice called her Aunt Quentin, not only because of her sensitive status in the Greenspan family, but mainly because she was indeed old enough to be called an aunt, a mature woman knew how to bring out beauty and charm to the extreme, this honey-peach that had peeled off from the tree of the Byzantian Papal Hall hung down the eye-holding arm that had been hiding the plump scenery of her breasts, allowing the beautiful spring light to leak out, Lady Quentin smiled and looked at the man who was almost ten years younger than her, and her voice was full of seduction, "My tongue can knot the handles of two cherries. ”

"Didn't Florence bow down to unofficial power?" said Augustine, who was a little puzzled by Madame Quentin's 180-degree change of attitude. He is not familiar with the Florentine family, but he has heard of Florence in the process of chasing and counter-killing with members of the Pope's Hall in the Duchy of the White Rose in the past, which is a down-and-out family of the Plantagenet Dynasty, most of the big families who fell from the top of the pyramid of power to the mortal dust have a common problem of arrogance, Florence is especially stubborn, it is said that the current head of the family rejected the marriage of the popular family "EF" of the Plantagenet, and since then it has begun to go downhill, not to be exact, but to roll, roll downhill.

"You are a handsome young man, neither a fetish deformed lioness nor a wrinkled old leper dog, not strong enough, but since you have shown the physical qualities of a great knight in the halls of the White Elephant Castle, I believe that your muscles are as vibrant as your face. As you said, you are a man who needs to liberate her physical desires, and I happen to be not a rigid and reserved lady, since you are destined to be tortured in the sacramental congregation of the Holy See in the Vatlantican, it is better to show your sincerity to Lord Augustine as soon as possible. Lady Quentin laughed, her voice not ethereal or crisp, but that hint of hoarseness was just right to provoke a man's desire for conquest.

"And what do you mean?" said Augustine expectantly.

Mrs. Quentin crouched down.

She had a mouth that Augustine coveted, not because of how pleasing and profound her teachings, nor because of her dark humor or cynicism, but because of the nimble tongue that knotted two cherries, as she described it herself. She squatted down and lifted the angelic face, which was purer than the delicate girl, and overflowed with a seductive look that was more dissolute than the stunner lady, and the contradiction made the man crazy.

Half-kneeling at the feet of Augustine, the mysterious proprietor of the Papal Antiques shop, lifted her proud chin like a beautiful Persian cat who had chosen to submit meekly to her master.

When she stretched out her hand and lifted his robe, Augustine closed his eyes, there was no man who would not enjoy this imperial fragrant treatment, a woman with an unusually full and mature mind and body, but with a loli face, who used to be some middle and high-ranking figure in the papal chamber, even if she was expelled from Byzantio and Plantagenet, is now a guest of honor of the barbarians, and just half-knelt at her feet, stretched out her little tongue and gently licked her lips like rose petals, what a wonderful prelude.

Lady Quentin was about to touch the source of the man's sins and desires with her hands, a delicate and shy crimson appeared on her face, but behind this delicate red was a gloomy fierceness that was well hidden, and her head did not come closer to Augustine's body, and her little mouth did not let out a moan, but a series of short and quick incantations, engraved with the dark gold "Our Salvation" The little finger of her right hand shone with a flash of light, and at the critical moment when she was only a few notes away from praying to the Gamma Empress, the man who seemed to be carried away by desire opened his eyes, pulled her up with one hand, pulled her up, and covered her mouth with the other, and the middle and index fingers of the middle and index fingers were forced into Madame Quentin's warm and wonderful mouth, and clamped her delicate tongue like a beautiful snake, Augustine pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head, the handsome face that was always gentle and kind in front of the ordinary was full of hideous irritability and coldness, and the archon who had no free hands was weightedPulling Madame Quentin's body a little more, her beautiful face, distorted by pain and humiliation, was close at hand, Augustine gritted his teeth and said, "Is it comfortable, stubborn little Persian cat from Florence?"

Lady Quentin had no intention of speaking, for her tongue had been clamped tightly by his two slender fingers, and the strange sting brought a strange fullness and shame.

It reminded her of a crazy phrase that the young lioness in the Papal Hall had whispered in her ear: "Every Plantagenet lady is a, and every woman is a latent masochist." ”

Mrs. Quentin did not dare to move any further.

"Proud little kitten, you conquer me with your body, and when I conquer the whole world, you are the queen of this world, the queen of the continent, you see, this is a good deal and how pure it is. Augustine threw her against the wall, his right hand still covering her mouth and imprisoning her tongue, his left hand no longer lonely covering one of her majestic peaks, his big hand capable of writing the most beautiful verses of the empire with a quill and at the same time holding a spear to pierce the heads of his enemies in the papal chamber could barely hold two-thirds of the full peaks, a perfect sense of fullness. Augustine's eyes, which had been controlled and driven by pure anger, were suddenly gentle like water, warm enough to make a woman think that his desires could flow into her heart like a clear spring, and he looked at the flustered Lady Quentin closely, and continued to bewitch people's hearts," I don't know what Byzantio and the Papal Hall have done to you, I don't know what Plantagenet owes to you in Florence, I don't know why you ended up in the Papal Antique Shop on Witch Street in Alpha City, and I don't know the extent to which you have an intersection with Greenspan and Alice, I only know that you are a Plantagenet outcast who minor in the Book of the Dead in Ireland, a heretic in the Papal Hall, and the first wretched creature in my all-out sweep of Marceau County, so I can tell you unequivocally that Greenspan's attempt to save you is tantamount to hindering my progress, rightI don't care what kind of background and story you have, you are a member of Brother Poet from today onwards, your little kitten, the female rattlesnake in the Papal Hall has not been able to get your body and soul, I will complete this feat in her place. ”

Mrs. Quentin shook her head vigorously, tears of humiliation rolling in her eyes.

Bite hard.

Immediately, the mouth was full of the smell of blood.

"Don't give up, then I'll give you a chance to die together. Augustine pulled out his right hand, which was stained with Madame Quentin's crystalline liquid and his fingers had been bitten through flowers, and stretched out one of his index fingers and rubbed it lightly against her cheek, feeling her delicate body tremble with fear and shame, and the remaining hand was still blaspheming her unusually fruitful but unsagging pigeon, and toiled hard, the feeling of playing the piano in his youth gave him a unique advantage in caressing, full of aura and movement, and even the slightest fleeting shiver of Madame Quentin would be caught by him, and then used, especially when he learned that the little red grape was her sensitive point, and Madame Quentin's pale face became more and more flushedForming a sickly and bewitching face, Augustine smiled: "Now you can continue to chant and pray to your master, Empress Gamma, for the unclean power of the undead, preferably necromancy that can self-detonate on a large scale, otherwise it may not ensure that I will die on the spot, I might as well tell you a piece of news that is not pleasant to you, there is a prince-level lecch buried with two saint hearts lying at the bottom of the castle, so if you are not ruthless, you can't drag me to hell together." ”

"Our ultimate salvation comes from the reign of death and the guardian of the tomb, your servant, Quentin Florence, who prays to you to open the abyss of the dead and let a pair of ugly souls rest in eternal peace......"

Lady Quentin looked determined, let Augustine's right hand roam over her flesh, closed her eyes, and began her final chant.

Every Old Latin character on her thumb was eerily oozing blood.

This is the price of choosing to give a part of the faith to the Gamma Empress, and this is also the reason why the little gamma technique, the black alchemy, was officially judged as a heretical realm, and in the orthodox official perception, a god who requires believers to contribute a part of the physical price is an unjust god, a "wolf in sheep's clothing, another kind of devil" recorded in the Bible. Quentin-Florence majored in red alchemy, minored in the Irish Book of the Necrons, and was an assassin in one of the 9 major professions, after being expelled from the Papal Chamber, she lost her right of asylum and had to come to the Holy Empire, where she traveled for ten years, and finally put down roots in Marceau, managing an old antique shop on Champs-Lysée Witch Street, and the knowledge system she learned in Byzantio and the Papal Hall made her favored by Greenspan, and after a long period of review and temptation, she gained the trust of the barbarians and became the "Aunt Quentin" of little Alice , is also the personal ceremonial officer of Greenspan's flowers, and as for how many secrets and gore are hidden in the shadow behind Quentin Florence, I'm afraid even Greenspan doesn't know very well.

"Kitten, it takes more courage to live than to die. ”

Augustine sighed, he didn't expect her to really have the courage to go to hell with him, he still had too many ideals and ambitions to achieve, and he had to witness Elizabeth ascend to the throne of the muse shaman, and watch the two little pets grow into dragons. To peel off the set of sacred armor from the Titan Valkyrie from the lame Hu from Ares, and collect the [God of War Suit] , He also has to buy a harp for Pandora, build an astrological building on the epic continent that is closest to the gods and heaven, he also wants to take revenge on the entire empire, he has too many difficult tasks to challenge, so he will never allow himself to die, just when an Irish Grim Reaper appeared in the sky above the study, and the form became more and more physical at the critical moment, Augustine stretched out his right hand, and held it, and the Titan dragon's eye staff placed in the corner of the study burst into a golden light, and the dragon's eye opened a gap again, like a giant dragon opening its eyes, sucking the still blurred and transparent Irish Death into its golden eyes, Augustine was not idle, and directly blocked Lady Quentin's chant at any cost with his mouthWith one hand, he tore off what little shirt she had left, and pressed her carcass against his body without hindrance, and the two of them were close and seamless.

"I was once told that hatred is the greatest catalyst for human evolution. ”

Augustine sneered, took off all his clothes, and confronted Lady Quentin naked, and then he drove straight into her body.