Chapter 26

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Alex got up, the other three knights retreated consciously, and Alex said, "I'll come in to accompany you before dawn, Joey."

Joyce nodded and sat on the blanket, the floor was very thick, he pulled the blanket over himself, and after a while, the tent curtain was lifted and the hunky man came in.

He took off the hood of his cloak to show his face, and Joyce looked up at him.

He was slightly higher than Alex like 6 feet 3, with a strong body and a sense of security, but it was completely different from the feeling that Alex gave. The first impression of Alex was strength and self-discipline. This man gave people the impression of gentle and tenderness.

"My name is Roger Pierre." The man sat down beside Joyce.

"Hello." Joyce replied a little bewildered.

He fixed his eyes on Roger. Roger had short blond hair and clear blue eyes. His facial features were soft and smooth, and his eyebrows were thick and clear.

"I'm a craftsman." Roger was a little embarrassed to see Joyce, but he didn't turn his head, his face was a little red, and he stared at Joyce, his complexion was as white as milk, and his body have a nice light colognes smell.

There was soothing music outside the tent, and Joyce listened carefully and said, "It's really nice."

"Please..." Roger was also a little overwhelmed, and said, "How should I say that oath? Scott taught me, but I forgot."

Joyce smiled and said, "Please endow me with the stigmata."

Roger nodded, looked at Joyce, and said, "Please endow me the stigmata, Joey."

Roger didn't take the lead, so Joyce leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly. It was just a kiss that made Roger's breathing quicken. He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned Joyce's robe. , and unbuttoned his shirt, his muscular silhouette was very good-looking, and it was impossible to see from his face that his figure would be so strong and graceful.

He hugged Joyce, pressed him on top of him, and propped up his elbows slightly. Joyce also gasped for it and said, "Have you done it before?"

"No." Roger blushed and said, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"I will take the lead, you can just give yourself to me," Joyce whispered.

He took the grease that Roger handed him, and held Roger's wood. Roger's wood matched his hunky body figure, with a slightly cone-shaped head and a long thick branch. Joyce wiped the grease from the top to bottom, and let Roger come in. Joyce's tunnel hasn't got much visit recently and was really tight. But thanks to the pointing head of Roger's wood, the head got inside easily, and Joyce kept his breath deeply and slowly, trying to relax. Gradually, Joyce can feel Roger's wood have stretched his tunnel and his giant root was so majestic and powerful and pushed into the deepest corner of Joyce's body.

"I... devote my soul...to you, Joyce" Roger whispered.

Joyce kissed his lips, and their breath choked. Roger stood up and hold Joyce's body with his big hands and let Joyce bounce on his wood. It was so intense and if they were not kissing, Joyce could scream his heart out! He felt he was so close to Roger, even though the only thing holding his body was Roger's wood. After a while, Joyce felt a strong throbbing, and a heat stream poured into his body. They didn't move each other, felt the holy light flowing inside, and echoing between each other. After a long time, Roger calmed down, and let out a long breath.

"Sorry I lost control at the end, did I hurt you?" Roger asked.

"It's okay." Joyce felt his tunnel was indeed hurt a bit by Roger. He was lying on the bed panting. Roger said, "Is this the signing of the holy contract?"

"Let me see." Joyce was also very uncertain. He pulled the quilt and looked at Roger's body carefully, and saw the mark of the stigmata in the center of his chest

"Okay, we made it." Joyce laughed.

Roger lowered his head and looked at the stigmata with a faint glow in the center of his chest. His stigmata was not as obvious as that of Alex and Hugh, perhaps because he and Joyce hadn't really known each other yet. Alex's stigmata was bright and warm, like a beacon that never goes out in the dark, while Hugh's stigmata was like a mighty sword that can break open the night at any time.

Joyce didn't know why he thought of Hugh again. When he was still in the Golden City, Hugh had come to him. If they knew each other at that time, maybe they could fall in love.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Roger asked, looking down at Joyce's hand and holding his fingers.

"No." Joyce shook his head and smiled, suddenly realizing that Roger was already his guardian knight, they would be together forever, and there was no need to hide anything from him. So he explained, "I miss Hugh a little, and worry how he is where he is now. He may be in the Northern Split now."

Roger nodded. "I heard Scott mentioned him. It'll be all right, I promise you."

He took Joyce in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, stroked his hair, and said, "I'll go out and sit for a while."

Joyce nodded, and Roger went out with his clothes.

Moments later, another man came in, put down his longbow, untied his cloak, and greet to Joyce, "Hi, my name is Forrest, Forrest Siamold."

When he took off his cloak, Joyce instantly felt like he was hit by a crush. Standing in front of him was an extremely handsome night elf!

The elves have fair skin and sensitive pointed ears. Usually, night elves have a dark complexion and were extremely handsome, while Forrest's appearance was fundamentally different from the delicate elves and night elves. He looked more like a human. His ears were indistinctly pointy, with only a few outlines, his facial features were deep, his eyes were bright dark blue with a navy hint, like the bottomless ocean, his eyebrows were rough, his nose was tall and beautiful, and his lips were a bit pouty and warm.

His complexion was not as ebony as the night elves described in the book, but a nice suntanned like a bronze god.

If you didn't take a careful look, most people probably would not realize that he has the blood of a night elf, but was more like a human being. This person was like walking out of an oil painting. Just a quick scan of his eyes, there was a kind of breath-holding charm that made people's hearts pound.

Forrest laughed and said, "You're beautiful."

"You're also very... good-looking." Joyce blushed instantly, and his heart was beating wildly.

Forrest said, "Hope the vile night elves don't make you sick."

"No no! Of course not!" Joyce returned to his senses and smiled: "I... almost fell in love with you at first sight... Thank you for your favor, my knight, I am so lucky."

Forrest put his cloak aside casually, wearing a vest and trousers under the cloak. His face was also a little red, and he said, "Humans and elves don't like us very much. Especially like me, humans don't think I am belong to them, and elves either. "

Joyce knew that humans did not like elves, and could almost be described as repelling.

"Are you a half-breed?" Joyce asked, "You have all the advantages of humans and elves."

Forrest nodded and looked at Joyce with a smile. His smile had a special charm, which made Joyce involuntarily slow down his breathing. He was wearing a white vest and trousers. Practicing bow and arrow also made his chest muscles beautiful.

"I..." Forrest took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, I'm so nervous, damn it, how could this be, I should calm down for a while first..."

"Don't go." Joyce took his hand and said with a smile, "I like you, your arrow skills are awesome."

Forrest remembered when Joyce escaped from Sosha, the moment he shot an arrow to save Joyce, he turned sideways, with one foot on the blanket and the other bent, his legs looked slender, Sitting at will, there is also an enticing charm.

"I used to be a ranger," Forrest explained. "Archery is my daily task, and I should have taught that kid a good lesson."

Joyce laughed, and Forrest touched Joyce's lips with his fingers, then rubbed his chin, his eyes moved from his lips to his eyes, and said, "You are so beautiful, Joyce, you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen."

Joyce reached out and touched Forrest's chest. Forrest swallowed, took off his white vest, and ripped off his belt, saying, "Please excuse my rudeness."

Without waiting for Joyce to respond, he turned his head and kissed his lips.

Forrest's lips still smelled of fresh leaves.

"Um..." The moment Joyce was kissed by Forrest, his heart suddenly trembled, like the tide rushing up on the rocks, stirring up pearl-like waves, scattered in his soul, making him tremble for a long time, unable to calm down, Forrest's kissing skills were very good, his lips were hot and provocative, and he was a natural flirting expert. The kiss totally turned Joyce on and his whole body was burning.

Forrest took off his trousers, lifted Joyce's robes, laid him flat, and kissed him, all the way down from his lips, to his neck and chest.

"Don't..." It was the first time that Joyce encountered such unrestrained behavior. He blocked his private part by his knees embarrassingly. Forrest smirked, sat on his knees, and straightened his waist. His abdominal muscles were well-defined and full of strength. It was a naturally perfect body.

"Is it comfortable here?" Forrest looked at Joyce intently, touched his tunnel with his middle finger, and poked it lightly.

"Ah!" Joyce was stabbed by his finger at the sensitive point in his body, and immediately trembled, Forrest hissed, his fingers even trembled a little nervously, and then smiled relievedly: "Relax, that's right..."

Joyce only felt that after being kissed by Forrest, his whole body felt HO-RNY, and he wanted Forrest's touch very much. Forrest's fingers were very skilled, and he gently pressed the numbness in the depths of his tunnel. When his sensitive G point was pressed, Joyce felt that his whole body was sore and unbearable, and his lust gradually rose as he pressed, but he could not release it yet.

His body was already very sensitive, and he whispered, "Come in now, Forrest... I beg you..."

Forrest leaned down and kissed his side face, Joyce touched his ear, felt Forrest's whole body go stiff, and hurriedly let go of his hand and said, "Pain... painful? I'm sorry."

"No." Forrest laughed. "Ears are the most sensitive part of our body."

He turned his head to the side. It looked like a human auricle. Joyce kissed his ear. Forrest let out a long sigh as if his whole body was convulsing in comfort. Joyce thought about it. Kissing again, Forrest avoided him, watching him playfully, as he advanced slowly.

His wood was thick and powerful, Joyce's scalp was tingling with comfort, Forrest kissed his lips again, drawing back and forth in quick, shallow, deep thrusts, accompanied by his movements, every time Joyce enjoyed an extremely strong, and continuing ecstasy.

Joyce was a little lost. He grabbed Forrest's strong arm, his consciousness was blank, the only feeling was wave after wave of pleasure that he couldn't stop it coming. He couldn't stop begging, and he didn't even know what he said. , their bodies were tightly attached to each other, and their limbs entangled together.

Forrest sighed and said, "Tired?"

"A little..." Joyce gasped.

He felt that Forrest had shot in, and the liquid had entered Joyce's body, softly covering his body with the vibe of vivid.

Forrest hugged Joyce like a child, showing one eye sideways, observing his expression, and then moving his body up and down extremely slowly, this time, Joyce felt his incomparable tenderness, and he couldn't tell the bottom of his heart. The rippling affection comes.

"My technique is not very good." Forrest's face flushed, and a faint red appeared below his neck, making his bronzed skin full of seduction and even more handsome.

"Have you tried it before?" Joyce laughed, "I guess this is not your first time."

Forrest was a little embarrassed and said, "If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to the Forgotten Forest, which is my home. It is not the first time, but it can be said to be the first time. I will explain it to you later in the future."

He got up from Joyce, and the two love birds still felt a little unfinished. Joyce took his hand and saw a stigmata appear on his palm.

Forrest glanced down, the power of the Holy Light flowing in his palm, emitting a gentle white.

"I forgot." Forrest said suddenly: "Alex told me, there seems to be an oath?"

"It doesn't matter." Joyce said happily: "It's just a ceremony, and there will be many opportunities to talk about it in the future."

"Then...I'll sing you a song." After Forrest got dressed, he touched Joyce's head, the stigmata in his palm glowed, and at that moment Joyce clearly felt Forrest's tender love .

"There is a moonlight in my life..."

When Joyce heard the song, he was reminded of the day Alex wooed him, and Forrest's smile was very nice, like a little cynical but cheerful boy.

His warm voice carried the cheerfulness, the breath of life, and the repressed enthusiasm, just like the clear wine in the deep forest.

"Under the moonlight, I am no longer alone..." Forrest got up, left Joyce, and turned around before leaving: "I offer my heart, that is my only gift..."

Joyce whispered: "Please put me in your heart."

Forrest smiled and left the tent.