prisoner of time

Befilus kissed all the way from the top left along the welt, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the dripping blood, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

The dark elf lowered his head and tried his best to endure, not enduring the pain of whips, but enduring the huge temptation and torture from behind.

He tried his best to restrain his desire, and his voice became hoarse and difficult to distinguish: "...Your Highness, it doesn't matter."

Contrary to what he had deliberately pretended just now and what Befiles thought, this little pain was nothing to him at all.

Befelles heard the strangeness in his voice, and only thought it was because of the unbearable back pain that Vanna could not bear, so he kissed again and again along the welt from bottom to top.

Fanain gritted his teeth fiercely, confirming that this was a huge punishment and torture.

Befilus loved him very much, but he didn't regret punishing him. He kissed the dark elf's swollen wound and asked calmly, "Do you remember this time?"

"...Hmm." Fanain made a suppressed voice.

Befilus pulled his dark elf to stand up.

Listening to Fanayin's forbearing voice, he hesitated whether to cast a healing spell on the other party.He belongs to the royal family of light elves, and he masters the purest light magic. As long as he recites a spell, the wounds of the dark elves will disappear immediately without leaving any traces.

But he immediately dismissed the idea and told himself in his heart that this was a punishment, and he couldn't get too used to him.

Befilus handed the whip to Vanain, who took it back and came back again, guessing what the young prince would do next.

Befilus seldom deals with things after dark. He usually reads a book for a while, eats a little supper, and then takes a bath and washes up. The elf waited for him to take a bath, and finally nestled into Vanain's arms to sleep.

Befilus likes to sleep, and he will always set aside enough sleep time. If he doesn't get enough sleep one day, he will be in a bad mood for the whole day, just like a child going to sleep. Time to make up for it.

But today is different, he has just slept all day, and he must not be able to sleep well now.

Belfries felt a headache when he thought of the unfinished business, and finally decided to go to the study to continue handling official duties.

Vanna was a little disappointed.He thought that he would soon be able to embrace his lover wantonly tenderly, the wound on his back was still burning hot, but what was more vivid than the pain was the touch of Befiles kneeling behind him, kissing and licking the wound remember.

He guessed that at that time, His Royal Highness must have lowered his eyelids, light golden eyelashes fluttering slightly, kneeling on the pure white wool carpet, kneeling behind him, kissing him, kissing the welts caused by his hands …just thinking about the image or remembering how he felt at that time, he couldn't help it.

But he obediently obeyed the Light Elf's orders, as always.

Befilus hadn't eaten anything after waking up, but he had no appetite. Fanain was also worried that he would not digest well at night, so he only prepared porridge, soup, fruit and delicate snacks. Befilus sat While dealing with things behind the desk, Fanain fed him bit by bit.

Befeles drank half a bowl of porridge and stopped drinking, and said to his dark elf without raising his head: "You drink the rest, you haven't eaten tonight, have you?"

Vannain drank the porridge with the same spoon, and began to feed Befilus with refreshments and fruit.

This has always been a good thing in the past, because Befilus' lips and tongue will always touch the fingers or palms of the dark elves unconsciously, like a little ignorant animal; Now, this has simply become a new torture.

Finally, Befilus felt tired and leaned back on the dark elf, asking Vannain to carry him back to rest.

Befilus was thinking about going to see his grandfather Achille tomorrow, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous at night, and he never made any extravagant demands on his dark elf.However, his dark elf may have been punished today and did not dare to deal with it hastily. He deliberately wanted to please him, but he was more active, hardworking and devoted than usual.

Befilus had to push his dark elf: "That's enough, Fan. I have work tomorrow, so I have to rest early today."

The dark elf gently kissed his collarbone, raised his body and stretched out his hand, took the small clock on the bedside and showed it to Befilles, coaxing: "But look, Your Highness, only 10 minutes have passed. We still have a lot of time."

Befiles looked at the time in astonishment. He felt that it should have been two hours just now anyway. How could it be that only 10 minutes had passed?At this time, the clock chiming to tell the time came from downstairs, which proved that the time of the little clock was correct.

Maybe it was because he was sleepy in the afternoon, or because Vanna worked too hard after being punished today, so he confused his senses.

Befilus stretched out his arms and put his arm around Fanain's neck, closed his eyes and muttered, "Well...well, we'll go to bed in an hour and a half."

Fanain kissed His Highness's eyes, reached out and threw the little clock under the bed casually.The little silver clock landed on the thick woolen carpet without making any sound.

Naturally, Befilles didn't notice that during the "time" just passed, the dial remained unchanged for a long time; The little silver clock on the ground stopped walking regularly, lying alone on the carpet, and fell into a stillness.

Time, to the dark elves in front of him, was nothing but the most ineffective constraint.

Befilus was so sleepy in the end, his whole body was drenched with sweat.

He whimpered and pushed his dark elf: "Okay, Fan, I'm sleepy, let's sleep."

Fan Nayin kissed his lips reluctantly, but didn't answer, and didn't stop.

Befiles suddenly remembered something, he groped and stroked the welt on the dark elf's back, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

If it hurts, Fan Nayin might not be able to lie down and sleep tonight.

So he didn't wait for the other party's answer, and touched along the welt all the way. Where his slender fingers stroked, all the welts disappeared without leaving any traces, as if he hadn't been injured.

"...Don't do it again in the future." He warned after healed the wound.

"Well," Fana responded, hugged him tenderly, kissed him, and responded, "Your Highness is tired, let's go to bed."

He walked towards the bathroom with Befelès in his arms, and picked up the small clock that was thrown on the ground. The second hand on the dial was ticking away, exactly one and a half hours had passed.

Early the next morning Befilles went to see his grandfather Achille.

He intends to explain the marriage contract with Achille, he does not intend to marry Hullidan, and he will consider this matter when there are other suitable candidates.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the palace where Achille lived, his grandfather looked at him seriously: "Beffi, you came just in time, I was planning to send someone to call you."

"What's the matter?" Befilus took off his coat and handed it to the light elf attendant beside him.

He didn't take Vanain out today, because Achille didn't like Vanain, so Befiles never brought him here, even when Archle held a banquet, Vanain never came.

"I just got the news that Herridan is dead." Achille frowned, "He went hunting and having fun in the Golden Forest with his friends yesterday, but happened to encounter a wave of monsters, and the frightened unicorn mount He fell down and fell into the tide of monsters and unfortunately died."

died?Befilles looked at his grandfather in surprise, unable to imagine that the accident came so suddenly, but reconfirmed the authenticity of the news from Achille's eyes.

"Condolences to the Turner family." He said after a long silence.

This is a natural and man-made disaster, and there is no way to control this kind of accident. Besides, Hullidan has a public office, so he should give the Turner family some compensation.Befiles calmly considered the follow-up of the matter, feeling sorry and sympathetic, but not too sad, as if it was just a stranger who passed away, not the fiancé he had chosen.

But now his marriage naturally fell through, and presumably no one will mention it again for a while.

Befilus returned home, let Fanain wait for him to change his clothes, and said to him with closed eyes: "As you wish, Herridan really died yesterday. It was the man you saw the night before yesterday. Now I won't consider getting married in the short term, can you be happier?"

Befilus touched his nose uncomfortably after saying this, Hurridan's bones were not yet cold, but he was here to make his little lover happy with this matter, which seemed a bit too much.

Fanayin let out an "oh", but his expression didn't fluctuate much, as if he knew about it a long time ago.