A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

It was just after noon, the hottest time of the day, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth.

In this sultry weather, the water curtain above Garlan Palace has been opened.

The graceful arched pillars are suspended in the air and surround the palace. In other seasons, they look like just a decorative building, but this suspended arched pillar is actually hollow. It is connected to the elevated aqueduct next to it, which contains running water. Constantly flowing.

When the weather is sultry, the suspended arch frame will open, and thin water will spurt out from it, forming a thin and small artificial waterfall.

At this moment, except for the door, the other three sides of the palace were covered by a curtain of water falling from high in the sky, which lowered the temperature in the palace a lot.

The sun was like fire. Under the scorching sun, even the grass on the ground had wilted a little, and the branches and leaves of the tree crowns were drooping listlessly.

The guards guarding outside the palace had their faces flushed from the sun, and their hair had already been soaked with sweat, but they still stood as steady as stone sculptures, motionless.

Seeing someone coming from a distance, they raised their eyes and stared at the person.

When the person approached, several guards quickly bowed and saluted, and then got out of the way.

Heimos walked quickly through the palace gate. The weather was too hot. He first walked to the fountain and splashed water on his face, which made him feel refreshed.

Then, he passed the maid who saluted him and entered the room door.

As soon as he entered the door, Heimos saw Tapti standing in the outer room.

When the female official saw him coming in, she raised her hand and put her index finger on her lips, making a silencing gesture to him.

He subconsciously stepped lightly.

"Your Majesty is asleep."

The female official said softly, "There are too many political affairs during this period, and he has been sleeping very late these days."

Heimos nodded, indicating that he understood.

"I'll go see him."

He said, then walked straight inside without waiting for Tapti to answer.

The female official had no time to stop him, so she could only shake her head helplessly and follow Heimos.

In fact, what she said just now meant that Heimos should either stay outside and wait, or leave first and come back later.

Who knew that Lord Heimos would go straight in.

never mind.

Presumably Lord Heymos would not have the heart to disturb His Majesty's sleep.

With this in mind, the female official sat down in the outer room, drank tea peacefully, and waited.

When her Majesty wakes up, he will naturally call her in.

…………

When Heimos walked into the government room, he saw Garlan sleeping on the obsidian bench.

There is also a stack of documents placed on the desk, which makes a rustling sound when the wind blows over it.

A weight stone carved from agate is placed on top of it to prevent the paper from being blown to the ground by the wind.

On the bench behind the desk, the young man was leaning on the cushions, his head tilted on the armrest on one side of the seat.

Long golden hair hangs down from the dark obsidian railing, like flowing gold.

He closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and breathed softly.

Garlan looked like he was sleeping deeply.

The jade plates placed in the four corners of the room contained large chunks of ice, exuding a hint of coolness, making the room much more comfortable than outside.

Perhaps it was because it was too comfortable that Garlan fell asleep unconsciously.

Heimos walked lightly, walked around the table, and walked to Garlan.

The obsidian bench is wide enough to seat three people. At this moment, Garlan was leaning on one side of the armrest, and most of the left side was free.

Heimos stood next to the sleeping Garlan. When he turned his head, he saw the half-reviewed document on the desk. The handwriting on it was very familiar.

Taking a closer look, he found that the stack of documents was exactly the idea of ​​reforming the Third Army that he had given to Garlan two days ago.

Garlan underlined many places on the paper and wrote something next to it. It seemed that Garlan asked him to come over because he wanted to discuss this matter with him.

Since Garlan was still sleeping, waiting was just waiting, so Heimos simply reached out and picked up the pile of parchment and started reading it.

Just after watching two pictures, a drop of water slid down from the edge of his cheek to the corner of his lips along the tip of his hair.

His forehead was wet when he splashed water from the fountain on his face, and then there were traces of water on his forehead.

He didn't feel anything just now, but the corners of his lips were a little wet. Heimos, who was reading the paperwork, suddenly felt a little thirsty.

He raised his head and saw at a glance the glass cup on the table. It must have been what Garlan drank. It was already empty, and the remaining drop or two of water was sitting quietly at the bottom of the cup.

When he thought of Garlan, his eyes naturally rose and fell on Garlan.

The young man was still sleeping quietly, his eyebrows peaceful and soft.

The beautiful face is like a white magnolia blooming quietly in the morning sun, with a golden edge, and a little night dew rolling on the soft petals.

As long as he stays there quietly, the place will be as beautiful as a picture, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Although the temperature in the room is much lower than outside, it is still high in the hot summer.

A drop of sweat seeped out from Garlan's forehead and slid down his cheek.

The boy's skin is very white, and under the bright sunlight, it becomes more and more attractive and has a milky white luster.

The delicate skin was stained with water marks and had a little water shine.

The drop of sweat slid down his slender chin and slowly flowed to the side of his neck.

Garlan, who was sleeping, raised his head slightly, so that the side of his neck was exposed unpreparedly.

Set off by the blond hair scattered on his shoulders, the boy's neck showed graceful and noble lines like a swan.

Beads of sweat rolled on it.

Heimos stared at the beads of sweat rolling on his milky skin and swallowed his throat meaninglessly.

So thirsty.

he thinks.

Sweat broke out on his forehead again, mixed with water marks, and rolled down his cheeks.

He raised his hand to shake off the sweat that had fallen to his chin.

So hot.

he thinks.

Today's weather was so sultry that it made his mind go into a trance.

He licked his lips unconsciously.

His lips were a little dry.

he thinks.

So thirsty.

His golden-red eyes stared unblinking at the beads of sweat that were still slowly rolling down Garlan's cheeks. Heymos' consciousness seemed to have completely emptied out at this moment.

His brain was sending him thirsty signals, urgent and impatient.

So thirsty...

Driven by that burning thirst, Heimos slowly leaned down, put one hand on the back of the obsidian bench, and pressed the other hand on the seat.

The space between his open arms trapped the unaware boy.

A light shadow enveloped him, and Garlan was still asleep, unaware of the approaching danger.

There were one or two drops of sweat hanging on his chin.

Maybe it will drip from your chin the next second.

Heimos lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue gently brushed Garlan's jaw.

Those few drops of sweat fell into his lips.

His Adam's apple squirmed slightly, as if he was holding back something.

The boy's skin is very soft, because it has been carefully maintained by the female official all year round. It is as smooth as milk, and people can faintly feel the sweet smell of milk.

Probably feeling something, the young man's hanging eyelashes moved.

Garlan hummed softly from the tip of his nose, like a sleeping cat purring.

It makes your heart melt when you hear it.

His eyes passed over the face of the young man below him little by little. There was heat in the man's eyes, and there was a desire hidden under the heat.

He looked at the water mark on Garlan's cheek, lowered his head again, and gently licked it.

Originally I just thought about it, but I couldn't raise my head, and my lips and tongue lingered on the other person's skin.

The desire surging in his body made him couldn't help but gently touch the young boy's tender cheek with the tip of his teeth. He had the urge to bite it hard, but he couldn't let it go. He could only hold back and carefully use the soft Their lips and tongues taste each other's skin carefully.

After all, Garlan, who was sleeping soundly, could not bear to be disturbed. He felt itchy from the constant licking on his cheeks and neck. He reached out in a daze and touched Heimos' head.

"Well...Nega, stop licking...itching...go and lie down next to you..."

The boy, who was still half awake and half asleep, said vaguely and rubbed what he thought was 'Nega's head.

Um?

When did Nerga's hair become so short?

And it doesn’t feel right to the touch?

Gallan originally just wanted to rub Nerga so that he would be quiet and not disturb his sleep. But now he felt strange, so he opened his eyes to take a look.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled by the handsome face so close.

The hand that was originally stroking Heimos' black hair subconsciously grabbed a tuft of the other's hair.

He originally wanted to pull him out, but before he could pull him, Heimos raised his head when he noticed that he was awake.

Heimos leaned over and pressed on him. The shadow enveloped him tightly, and the golden-red eyes that looked at him were filled with tenderness that seemed to melt everything.

The look in his eyes made Gallan's heart skip a beat, and the hand that was trying to pull the other person's hair angrily involuntarily let go.

But he was a little unwilling to do so, so he pinched Heimos's ear and pulled hard.

That amount of force was nothing to Heimos. Instead, the pinched ear felt itchy, and that feeling spread from the ear to the chest.

The man's narrow eyes bent slightly.

He didn't care that Garlan continued to tug on his ears, so he picked up a strand of blond hair with his hand on the back of the chair, put it to his lips and kissed it gently.

While kissing, he looked at Garlan without blinking.

The other party's ambiguous behavior seemed to be teasing him, which made Garlan's face heat up.

He quickly changed the subject.

"What did you just do while I was sleeping?"

Heimos looked at him without answering. He suddenly lowered his head, licked his cheek again, and nibbled the tip of his ear politely.

It was as if he was taking revenge for having his ears pulled.

After eating the tofu, Heimos looked up at Garlan and answered with raised eyebrows.

"That's what I did."

Looking at Heimos' calm and confident look, Garlan almost laughed out of anger.

But the man's burning eyes looking down at him made him a little nervous, and he glanced at the door.

The door is ajar and can be opened with a push.

Gallan knew that Tapti must be outside. If she pushed the door open and came in...

Just as he thought of this, Heimos's deep voice rang in his ears again.

"...I still want to continue."

The man said, his voice low.

Heimos looked at him with bright eyes. He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked his lips with his thumb, as if tracing the shape of his lips with his fingertips.

The rough fingertips rubbed his lips, making his lips itch.

"May I?"

Heimos asked softly.

Garlan, who was confused for a second by the golden-red eyes that stared deeply at him and the hoarse voice that was forbearing, almost nodded.

Yes, almost.

He came to himself within a second.

no.

We can't continue to be led by this guy.

Garlan first confirmed his situation.

The other person was suppressed by Heimos on the bench, with the back of the chair on one side and Heimos' arms on the other. It was impossible to escape.

It was even more impossible for Heimos, who was on top of him, to get up on his own.

He had to think of a way... quickly.

Just as the young man's eyes were rolling and he was trying to think of a way to escape, Heimos, who had been staring at him, quickly guessed what he was thinking.

So, the man who didn't intend to give the other party any room to think directly lowered his head and kissed her.

Those pale pink lips are like flower buds blooming in early spring, green and sweet.

Ever since Heimos came into the room and saw the sleeping boy, he has been spying until now.

Now, I finally put it in my lips.

The desire that had been suppressed for a long time was almost out of control at this moment.

He greedily, almost roughly sucked the boy's soft lips, pried open the teeth hidden in his lips, and penetrated deeply.

It was like attacking a city and plundering the ground, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to dodge, and directly captured the opponent's tongue, which was trying to hide back in a panic.

He seizes the other person's strength as if he wants to merge it with himself.

Without any restraint, he plundered deep inside the opponent's lips and teeth again and again, like a greedy beast.

It wasn't until Gallan made an uncomfortable groan and slapped his shoulder hastily that Heimos realized and let go of the other person's lips.

Looking at the other person's lips that were so red that he was rubbing them, his heart felt hot and he almost leaned over to bite them again.

It was only when he saw Garlan panting in pain that he barely managed to hold it back.

The extreme lack of oxygen prevented Gallan from speaking a word, and he could only open his mouth and gasp for air.

Heimos' kiss that was so intense that it seemed to take away the oxygen in his mouth made him almost unable to breathe. As time went by, the feeling of suffocation made the corners of his eyes turn red.

Gallan stared at Heimos and wanted to curse, but he could only gasp.

His eyes were forced to mist, and his moist pupils were glowing with water, making his crimson cheeks look even more alluring.

Huymos' breath paused.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed Garlan's eyelashes that were stained with water mist with his fingertips.

"You said that you have saved me many times since I was a child."

"..."

Garlan was still panting, his chest heaving violently, and he couldn't answer.

He thought that what he said in the underground stone hall was actually heard.

It turned out that this guy had already woken up at that time.

The corners of Heymos's lips raised slightly, he stared at the person in his arms and whispered.

"You have saved me so many times. In return, how about I give you my whole body?"

Garlan, who finally regained his breath, smiled at Heimos.

He said: "Get lost."

Heimos: "..."

Then, the black knight who attacked people while they were sleeping was driven away.

Subsequently, he was prohibited from approaching within ten meters of Garlan for three full days.