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Asura's black hair was gilded with a brilliant golden glow, and he gazed at the point where the light was most intense. The divine axis unfolded like a scroll, and the blond youth crushed the void with his bare feet, his white robe fluttering. The golden lotus seal loomed in the air, forming a staircase for him to walk on.
His robe was simple, but not revealing. Every inch of his skin and every bit of his radiance made people dare not even think of profaning him.
When she raised her hands, the veil wrapped around her arms and the necklace collided with each other, and the folded fabric fell down, revealing the pair of lonely and cold golden eyes behind it.
"Your Majesty." The prince walked up to the king, reached out and lifted a lock of his crimson hair, gently bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. This frivolous act did not anger the king, but instead aroused his strong interest in this provocative young man from the Protoss.
"The law of the Ashura is conquest—then, Your Majesty, I allow you to conquer me." The prince whispered softly, like a love message, but his attitude was awe-inspiring and unyielding. As if if the Ashura dared to say "no," he would be torn apart in an instant.
"Indra, you..." Ashura raised his hand in response to his silent invitation, his broad palm caressing the prince's bare chest. His fingertips touched skin as delicate as jade, and he could clearly sense the rhythm of his heartbeat, the slightly erected red petals, and the gentle rise and fall of his ribs.
Ashura's knuckles were rough, his strength uncontrollable. In a moment, crimson finger marks appeared on Indra's body. Yet the prince remained calm, his sacred robes fluttering without a breeze, offering himself completely as if in a sacrificial offering.
Asura lowered his head and gazed at the celestial being at his mercy. The prince's face was exactly what he wanted—the forced composure and forbearance on his face, the slightly reddened tips of his ears, all of which piqued his interest.
His hand didn't stop, wandering to the eye-shaped pattern between the prince's legs. The eye sensitively closed. Ashura lingered around it repeatedly, his skin gradually flushing. The slight tremor in the prince's lower abdomen made him even more fascinated.
Just as he was about to lift the layers of holy robes to explore the secrets within, Emperor Shitian grabbed his wrist and said with a slight gasp, "This place... is not allowed."
Asura's thin lips pursed tightly, a dark fire already igniting in his silver-grey eyes. Red demonic patterns shimmered around him, a sign of arousal. He longed to carve his mark on the blond boy, imbue him with his own aura. Only a deeper invasion could achieve this goal.
The lotus flowers are in full bloom, fragrant and gorgeous, as if reflecting the owner's beautiful mood at the moment.
"Be good." Indra held Ashura's face with his slender jade-like fingers and called softly, "Ashura, I came here to find someone. That person is my hero."
The prince leaned in, his cherry-like lips lightly touching the corner of Ashura's mouth, and he tentatively licked it with the tip of his tongue. Desire was intense. Ashura suddenly grasped the back of his neck, his long-suppressed desire suddenly erupting, and he kissed the boy fiercely. His kiss was domineering and fierce, and the demonic energy and black mist surrounding him surged uncontrollably into the prince's body, assaulting every inch of his senses.
"Oh no, the king is out of control!" Several seriously injured and dying Asura people not far away sensed the crisis, and tried to hold on to their broken bones and armor while rolling and crawling away, fearing that they would be swallowed by the black fog.
The black mist took the form of a snake, nimbly burrowing into Indra's body, coiling and swirling, binding and rubbing, staining his fair skin with a flush and a burning heat. The golden demonic markings on his face and arms grew brighter, intertwining and overlapping with the markings of the Asura. The slender eye-shaped patterns were sometimes open and sometimes closed, and the scattered robes were covered with red marks left by his gnaws.
The lotus is gorgeous and the emotions are surging.
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