[AlistaKlein] Obsession

【血克】痴缠

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Posted yesterday at 11:07 AM 

CP: Red grams Other grams right

Article Genre: Original IF line/magic world view

Warning: Forced love/involuntary relationship There is a love/crush/physical relationship other than the marked CP NTR 

Summary: Let's go to hell together.

Short, extremely ooc, past MediKlein, extremely confusing timeline, all of which are pure unofficial history written by me, about 2k2, with a small section of limited pornography, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so please enjoy the legendary text of Medici as Bai Yueguang. . The author is really curious, I'll kneel down to say whatever I dream of. .

A hand touched Klein's face with a burning temperature, so Klein woke up.

He immediately frowned and tried his best to express his disgust for the intruder, but his weak body could not move at this moment, so he could only let the intruder play with him.

The hand with broad joints pinched his cheek, like teasing a child, and the tip of the index finger rubbed across his lips, catching him off guard, and he bit it with all his strength.

The wound immediately bled, and the hotter liquid flowed into his lips and teeth, with a strong iron smell, like swallowing a piece of rusty iron, and like crossing a tragic battlefield. Klein's eyes were suddenly filled with fear, this was an ominous warning.

Only now did his dull spiritual intuition discover that the person who came was not right.

He slowly turned his gaze to the owner of his hand. Alistair's face was hidden in the darkness, and the oil lamp beside the bed only illuminated his jaw. Sharp lines, straight corners of the lips, he trembled, and continued to look.

The Prince of Order usually tied his curly hair low, but it was not like that today. His messy long hair fell down, and in the warm light, the hair reflected the flowing, bright red.

"..." Klein bit his fingertips, and tears fell drop by drop.

"I killed those three conquerors." Alistair said calmly.

He finally moved, showing his whole face in front of Klein, with more vicious eyebrows and iron gray rolling deep in his pupils, all indicating that Alistair Tudor had chosen the craziest path under heavy despair, and there would be no possibility of turning back from then on.

The new Red Priest leaned over and hugged Klein into his arms. The latter let out a fearful inhalation. Was it fear? Alistair didn't know, but Klein's tears never stopped.

"Are you sad for them?" Alistair whispered in his ear, "But I have no other way, no more."

The person in his arms didn't speak, and gently placed his hand on his head.

"I'm a self-righteous fool," Klein said.

"You're not," Alistair said, "Do you hate me?"

"I pity you." Klein's eyes were unfocused.

Klein suddenly stopped resisting all of His contact. When Alistair had just locked him up here, he had tried desperately to escape and run to Medici's side. He should love that war angel, otherwise why would he cry so hard.

Love. Alistair listened to the pulse on Klein's neck. Can't I have this? Why am I the one who is abandoned every time?

"You originally wanted to help Medici deal with me," He said. "Everyone says I'm a madman, a devil, but they've never experienced the feeling of kneeling before a statue, praying madly, only to receive no response. They've never experienced the feeling of feeling powerless as the guillotine inched closer to your head... Solomon will soon return, my accomplice will ascend to godhood, and I will be abandoned."

"Did you hear my prayers?" Alistair suddenly smiled again. "I chanted your honorable name the most, humbly kissed the hem of your statue over and over again, and I cried bitterly."

Klein remained motionless, like a dying butterfly caught in a net, only able to weakly flap his wings. His already feeble vitality now faded even more, leaving him pale and weak. Finally, he gave up the struggle.

"What will you do with me?" he asked hoarsely after a long pause.

"I will help you ascend, to become a true Fool," He said earnestly.

The Red Priest appeared to be well-reasoned and lucid, but in reality, even as he carried out his imprisonment, he had become completely insane. Klein simply couldn't communicate with him. He said coldly, "Oh."

The strange conversation continued. The Red Priest said, "Then you will become my wife, the Empress of the New Empire."

"Perhaps you should find Chike," Klein said lightly.

Alistair leaned over to lick his still-wet tears. "Great," He said. "When I first met you, you loved to curse like that too. I loved it. When you're better, I'll take you out." 

"...Where are they?" Klein said.

"..."

"Forget it." Klein closed his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if the Six Gods don't help me, and it doesn't matter if you don't love me." Alistair continued to ramble, the nagging psychopath's smile twisted. "I know what you're feeling guilty about. This is the path I've chosen. No one can stop me, even if I do it a million times."

"I will never regret it..." Alistair tightened his arms, as if to embed Klein into himself, as if only this could atone for the endless fear and hunger in his soul and allow Him to live a fulfilling life.

His desires were bottomless, his ambitions burning fiercely.

Klein heard everything, but he didn't want to answer.

History cannot be changed, and everything has a predetermined ending. His sadness stems from his anger at his own incompetence. Perhaps his love for Medici was also drowned in his deep powerlessness.

He couldn't tell why he was crying.

To say that love is not pure, to say that hatred is not thorough. Medici's appearance faded in his memory, and Alistair's face forcefully broke in. He and Alistair were two sick and twisted vines, and it seemed not bad to be able to madly bind each other and fall into hell.

Alistair was crazy, and so was he. Klein was unusually calm, and he put his arms around Alistair's shoulders, exposing his vulnerable throat to the Red Priest in a sacrificial posture.

Alistair was excited by his obedience, and he bit his Adam's apple with his canine teeth and gently rubbed it. The reaction of the prey was close to gentleness, and he opened his body to Him without any defense. Things gradually got out of control and evolved into a carnival.

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Chaotic breathing, entangled bodies, the pain of entering that moment was quickly numbed by the kiss. Alistair was not gentle, almost piercing him with each thrust. At this moment, He did not pity Klein's weakness, as if He wanted to turn all the emotions that could not be expressed in the past into reality at this moment.

Klein's pupils almost lost focus, and he raised his head and panted sharply. He did not struggle for a while and was kissed by the jaw again. Alistair kissed very deeply, like a homeless man who had been hungry for months and finally saw delicious food, not willing to let go of a bite, and demanded endlessly.

It was really too deep, so deep that the human body could not bear it. Klein collapsed and endured it. He cried until his tears dried up. The tip of his tongue was played with by his fingers. He was about to be ruined by the unrestrained Alistair.

"...Has He treated you like this?" Alistair asked, very badly, "Like this, to make you a... slut?"

Klein was speechless, and all his sounds were smashed into tiny moans. The god who once stood on the shrine with an indifferent smile was dragged down from the high platform by Him, and now He could look directly into the eyes of God. He was more and more unwilling to stop. In a trance, He thought that this was not enough, far from enough.

The love and hatred were too strong. He even wanted to take out his heart with bones and blood, and feed it to Klein. He wanted to return all the bitter desires that had tortured him for nearly a hundred years to the culprit, so that he could also feel his own pain and despair. Then they would be entangled in flames and fall into the magma and never be reborn.

"...I love you..." Alistair murmured, and he tilted his head to kiss Klein's legs, which were shaking uncontrollably due to exhaustion.