The indifference has melted away a little.
He said meaningfully: "Don't meddle in things that are not our business."
Elvis sat on the edge of the bed, his two straight, snow-white legs exposed, and his smooth and delicate feet stepped on the black, wriggling tentacles.
Boyce's upper body is a handsome and cold anthropomorphic form, but beneath his well-defined abdominal muscles are countless thick tentacles with retracted sharp teeth.
"Get out." There was anger on Elvis's handsome face, and flames seemed to be dancing in his blue eyes.
"I was wrong." Boyce began, his voice hoarse and stumbling.
He came up to Elvis like a big dog and gently licked Elvis's jade-white cheek, leaving a wet mark.
Elvis looked even worse.
In reality, their arguments were always one-sided: Ives scolding, Boyce humbly trying to appease.
And it's always small things that cause quarrels.
For example, this time, Elvis woke up and found himself covered in mucus.
Ives has no particular preference for any form of Beuys. In his heart, no matter what kind of Beuys, he is his Beuys.
But this time it was too much.
Boyce slept with him in his human form, tentacled lower half. But because of the sweet pheromones the young insect mother exuded in her sleep, even after Elvis repeatedly warned him not to, Boyce couldn't help but get his slime all over Elvis.
Every time they quarreled, Ives would bring up the past. Even if he said he had let it go at the time, the next time Boyce made him angry, he would still bring it up again as strong evidence of the quarrel.
It is hard to imagine that the arrogant and cold Worm Queen would be so petty and vengeful, but Elvis is always childish and unreasonable in front of Boyce.
Who can say that Beuys was unwilling? He deliberately pampered the roses on his heart, so naturally he regarded these as honey.
Chapter 64
Boyce licked it once, still not satisfied, his heart filled with a growing emotion. He pressed against Elvis again, sniffing his scent and getting ready to move.
He was obsessed with everything about Elvis, and he also wanted Elvis to be covered in his scent. This would greatly satisfy his possessiveness, and the clamoring darkness would temporarily subside.
Ives pushed the head away, wiped his face in disgust, glared at Boyce, and opened his mouth to curse, but stopped himself: "Forget it, you won't listen to me anyway."
He angrily kicked away the tentacles under his feet, stood up and tried to walk out.
Boys panicked instantly, forgetting everything. He waved his tentacles to stop Elvis, and habitually tried to wrap them around Elvis' waist, but then he remembered what Elvis had just said and stopped in a panic.
"I was wrong." He admitted his mistake obediently, his tone was very sincere, and he was so serious that he wanted to cut his heart out to prove it.
"You knew you were wrong, but you still got me covered in slime! I've told you so many times not to get slime everywhere. Last time, you stained my favorite clothes." The blonde insect mother, who had the body of a young boy, spoke, sounding increasingly aggrieved. "It's all your fault. As soon as I left the house, they could smell us sleeping together again. I'm already that old, and you're still sleeping with me."
The boy, feeling embarrassed, had tears in his eyes. Suddenly, he became even angrier.
Boyce opened his mouth and wanted to say that the Worm Queen should sleep with the King's husband. What was so shameful about that?
Besides, he loved sleeping with Elvis and would not allow any other creature to stay with Elvis instead of him.
Wangfu... can't there be only one Wangfu? He will work hard to become stronger, so that Elvis will never be hurt, and will satisfy all of Elvis's requests.
But looking at the slightly red eyes on the young man's jade-white face, those urgent words could not be uttered.
In the end, he could only repeat: "I was wrong, it was my fault." Stumbling, clumsy and pious.
Ives, my insect mother, don't be sad.
Ives knew he was being unreasonable. The Worm Mother had vaguely understood everything while still in her shell. As the Worm Mother's protector, the Prince naturally slept with her.
There is no doubt about this.
But……
The still young insect mother pursed her lips and puffed her cheeks slightly.
He, he didn't want to be covered in Boyce's pheromones all the time.
Every time he went out and stood there, all the Zerg knew that they slept together and that Boyce had got him covered in slime.
But, have they always come this way?
They have been like this since they hatched, so why can't they do it now?
The Worm Queen hesitated and thought.
Before he could come up with anything, Boyce took the initiative to give in and said with difficulty, "I'll go guard outside the hall."
Boyce really didn't want to leave Elvis, and all kinds of dark thoughts were swirling in his mind before he left.
If only there was some magic that could turn Elvis into a small ball, so he could carry him with him at all times.
But when he saw Elvis's misty blue eyes, he forced everything to be suppressed.
If it could make Elvis happy and stop crying, he could give in temporarily until a solution was found.
But he won't let go.
——They will be together forever.
Ivis hesitated, watching Boyce move his tentacles away.
He wanted to stop it, but in the end he said nothing.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
A light layer of thin clouds lingers in the night sky, making it even more dreamy and light.
Elvis lay on the soft brocade, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Normally at this time, a tentacle would reach out and pat him, and Boyce would hold him tightly in his arms. He could smell the cool breath of Boyce's pheromones and touch Boyce's warm body.
But now, there is nothing.
The more Ivis thought about it, the angrier he became.
He didn't know what he wanted. Boyce had gone outside the palace with his consent, so why was he unhappy now?
"Come in." Finally, the blonde insect mother whispered with gritted teeth.
He knew Boyce could hear him.
His husband's mind is always with him.
Thinking of this, the shame of going back on his word eased slightly. He confidently repeated in a louder voice, "Come in."
Boyce was indeed keeping an eye on Elvis all the time, so he could hear clearly the rustling and friction sounds of Elvis's tossing and turning while he was having trouble sleeping.
His tentacles squirmed, and two voices were fighting in his heart.
One of them shouted not to go in and to wait a moment, so that his beloved Rose could realize how much he meant to him and to increase his weight in Elvis' heart.
Another voice questioned loudly.
How could you bear it? That was the rose you held in your palm and pampered. You worried about his worries, tossed and turned for him, and wanted to bring all the best treasures to him, just to make him smile for a moment.
Yes, how could he bear it?
Boyce thought to himself and sighed as if admitting defeat.
He was just about to push open the door when he heard Elvis calling him.
A moment of hesitation.
Boyce knew his pampered little Rose.
Little Rose is very concerned about her reputation. She acts arrogantly and proudly in front of other Zerg.
Although I felt much more relaxed in front of him, I also became more unruly.
She didn't want to eat, so she had to be coaxed. She got hurt, and even though she hadn't noticed, she bossed him around and demanded he teach her a lesson...
He has been paying close attention to his every move during this period, so how could he call him in a way that could be considered as admitting defeat?
But after hearing louder commands, Boyce had to admit that he was not hallucinating, and Little Rose was calling him.
He couldn't help but smile, his pupils relaxed and rounded, and a pleasant purr escaped from his throat.
A well-cared-for rose will drop its petals and gently brush against your cheek.
Ives saw Boyce come in and patted the seat beside him without saying a word.
Boyce got on the bed obediently, and seeing that Elvis had no intention of refusing, he took Elvis into his arms as usual.
"It's my fault. I couldn't control my tentacles as soon as I smelled Elvis's pheromones. I have already retracted the tentacles that secrete mucus, don't be angry." Boyce rubbed Elvis's golden hair affectionately, his voice hoarse but full of tenderness.
"Hmph." A light nasal sound dissipated in the air.
"I'm not that angry anymore." Elvis buried his head in Boyce's warm chest and whispered after a long moment, "Then you have to control yourself. If it happens again, you're not allowed to transform back into your original form."
"Okay." Boyce agreed obediently.
"It's not really forbidden." A barely audible voice came from his arms.
A doting smile flashed in Boyce's eyes, and he gently kissed the blonde hair of the little rose in his arms.
"good."
Chapter 65
The Zerg race had been filled with joy for the past few days, with gigantic Zerg sprinting across the starry sky. Various precious energy plants filled the Gedsens' palace.
Soon, the news of the insect mother's pregnancy spread throughout the universe.
Now this insect mother has been an adult for many years, but she only has a powerful husband. No one knows what conspiracy they have, and the insect mother has never bred larvae.
——There was no plan at all. The Insect Mother was just willing to satisfy her husband's unspeakable possessiveness and the fear of losing him.
Even after being together for several years, Boyce's affection for Ives has never faded in the slightest, and has even become stronger with the passage of time.
As an adult, Ives never expressed any desire to add another royal husband, but Boyce still regarded every creature that approached Ives as a rival.
That's right, biology.
Boyce's sights were never limited to the higher Zerg; he envied any creature that left a mark on Ives's heart.
sometimes,
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