The long iron chain surrounded Conlin’s two arms and controlled his body.
Conlin struggled, growled, and his lip brushed Athach’s lips.
The soft lips, as well as the clear medicinal fragrance emanating from her body, made him pause slightly.
But soon, Conlin struggled again, with great strength.
The length of the iron chain was not enough. Athach used her arms to encircle half of his body.
When he struggled, Athach’s arm ached, and her strength was was no bigger than bigger than his, so he would soon be free.
If he broke free, it was hard to subdue him again.
Athach looked at Conlin, and then she kissed his lips. Her tiny pink tongue pried open his lips and teeth and burst in …
He said she was sweet, and he should like it.
He liked her smell, so he should calm down.
Athach let go of the chain, hugged him with her own hands, and then kissed him her heart.
Conlin only felt that the world of fire and blood seemed to have a cold and sweet smell, gradually suppressing him.
But the two scents were mutually exclusive.
This was undoubtedly a more painful torture for Conlin. It seemed to tear him in two.
In order to relieve the pain, he had to push Athach away.
But Athach hugged him tightly and kissed him harder
Because of resistance and struggle, they do not know whose tongue was bitten and whose lips were broken.
The smell of blood permeated among the lips and teeth of the two men.
But even so, Athach didn’t give up, just kissed.
Conlin’s red line of sight gradually dissipated, and that kind of cold and sweet greasy began to dominate.
The terrible magic sound, the terrible monster, was slowly fading away and disappearing.
For this kind of relief, Conlin put his arms around Athach’s slender waist, buckled the back of her head, and kissed her instead of the guest.
“Hmm ~”
Conlin’s strength made Athach shout out loud.
This stimulated Conlin even more. There was an inexplicable evil fire running around him, shouting and conveying a strange idea to him.
He wanted her!
This made Conlin act on his ideas, and his hands began to move discontentedly, reaching the fullness in front of her.
This attack made Athach stare big eyes fiercely, and she tried to push Conlin away, but she was hugged tighter and kissed to death.
The next second, Athach had been pushed on the quilt. Conlin leaned down and pressed down.
His kiss moved from her lip to her neck, and his hand began to pull her clothes.
Athach grabbed Conlin’s hand in panic: “Conlin, don’t!”
She can accept the obligation to live as a wife, but she can’t accept being forced.
If so, she will hate him!
However, Conlin didn’t hear it at all. He took Athach’s hand away.
Prick.
He tried his best, and Athach’s T-shirt was torn, revealing her fair and delicate skin.
Athach began to struggle, but Conlin was tough to suppress her, and kept kissing.
With his movements, there was the sound of chains.
Conlin didn’t calm down at all. He reached another peak of the disease.
Athach found that she was no match for him at all, and she couldn’t escape. Her mind went blank, but she just asked:”Conlin, who am I?”
She didn’t want to be coerced, and she didn’t want to be treated as an antidote.
If he remembers who she is, she was willing to give herself to him.