empty crown

Chapter 20

Mouth!With a faint smile, he repeated in his mouth: "Okay... good... good..."

Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he walked into the hall alone in a daze, and walked to the throne involuntarily, looking at the empty hall under the moonlight.

He understood that the old king was going to die...

He has been preparing for himself to be a king, but he never thought that day would come so soon...

The pain of losing his father spread from the depths of his heart to his whole body. Harry bit his fingers tightly, but he still felt the hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

How sad and disappointed I let my father...

Although all of this was a scene I played, it pierced through the old king's body like a sharp knife...

He couldn't forget the angry but distressed look in the old king's eyes after he slapped himself—how much his father loved him...and how much he let him down...

Thinking of the blond woman smoking a cigarette, Harry clenched his hands tightly, and a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.

Eric...

Harry couldn't help but think of the name, letter by letter, clearly spit out from his mouth: "Eric..."

Harry began to miss the warm embrace that smelled of alcohol, the stubble that was slightly pierced by the kiss on his lips, and the big hands that held the back of his neck. Harry's heart began to ache when he missed it...

"Hal..."

Harry thought for a moment that he was hallucinating, but when he raised his head, he saw Eric standing at the door of the main hall, looking at him.

"Eric...!?" Harry looked up in surprise, the tears in his eyes were still wet.

"You miss me..." Eric reached out and touched the small silver cross hanging around his neck: "So I'm here..."

farewell

Harry stood up from his seat abruptly, and Eric also rushed towards Harry. The two hugged each other tightly in the hall, as if they wanted to embed bones into each other's body.

"Eric! Eric!" Harry took the initiative to lean over and kiss Eric's mouth, tears kept falling from his eyes, and wet his cheeks.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Eric stuck out his tongue to lick the tears off Harry's cheeks: "I know you're sad...but please don't cry..."

Harry looked at Eric's eyes like the blue sea, this person always appeared in front of him when he needed it most...his lover...the person who loved him deeply...

Harry closed his eyes and forced a smile: "Go to my room..."

"Hal, I'm not here to be with you...I know you're sad..." Eric touched the back of Harry's neck, and gently pressed his head against Harry's: "I just want to see you...I heard The matter of the old king..."

"Go to my room..." Harry repeated.

"Hal..."

"I want you, go to my room." Eric couldn't refuse the hard look in Harry's eyes.

Harry dismissed everyone around him, closed the door of his dormitory hard, and locked it.

"Hal...you really don't have to..." Eric didn't know what to say, he could feel how sad his Hal was, the first time he saw Hal so vulnerable.

Harry didn't speak, just walked up to Eric and pushed him down on his big bed, possessed himself and kissed Eric violently, Eric hugged Harry helplessly and accepted the kiss.

Harry kissed so earnestly, as if he wanted to remember the smell of this man forever, he kissed his lips, his stubble, his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his beautiful abs, his sexy Mermaid line...

Harry looked at the thick clone that was once tightly embedded with his body, opened his mouth slightly and sucked it in.

Eric snorted, and the strong stimulation made him couldn't help but grab Harry's hair: "Hal! Don't do this! It will dirty you!"

Harry didn't speak, but stammered stubbornly.

Eric couldn't imagine that he would be lying on the bed of the First Prince of England, and the person who sat on him and gave him oral sex was the First Prince of the British Empire, who would soon be king...

Harry has no rules or skills, but Eric saw Harry lowering his head trying to please himself, even though Harry's teeth occasionally bit him, Eric still felt that he was on the verge of orgasm soon, he grabbed Harry's hair and wanted to Trying to pull Harry up, Harry frowned and didn't leave.

"Hal──get up──Hal!!" Eric was in a hurry, and he could hardly bear it anymore.

Harry raised his head and glanced at Eric, the red corners of his eyes were filled with tears from the feeling of vomiting, Eric couldn't hold it back and ejaculated.

"Cough cough cough..." Harry retched non-stop from being choked, but he still stubbornly covered his mouth and swallowed the liquid that smelled like Eric.

"Hal! You don't have to do this! Hal!" Eric hugged Harry who was choked and almost out of breath, and he kissed away the cloudy white corner of Harry's mouth. He could feel that something was wrong with Harry today, from head to toe. It seems to be covered with a layer of sadness, he should feel sad because of his father's matter...

Eric hugged Hal, stroking his hair reassuringly.

Harry took a moment to push Eric down on the bed to continue.

"Don't be Hal...don't be..." Eric just wanted to hold Harry, he wanted him to lean on his chest and have a good cry instead of having forced sex at this moment.

"Why, you're not interested in my body anymore?" Harry smiled self-deprecatingly: "Although I've lost a little weight these days, it's not enough to make you lose your senses, right?"

"Why am I not interested in you...I just don't think now is the time to do this kind of thing..." Eric grabbed Harry, trying to wrap him back in his arms.

"I'll do it if I say it. If you're not interested, just lie down obediently. I'll do it myself." After finishing speaking, Harry held Eric's semi-rigid avatar and lifted his legs to sit down.

"Hal!" Eric pulled anxiously, and he hugged Harry tightly: "Don't be like this...it hurts to see you like this..."

"Then fuck me!" Harry looked at Eric with red eyes, pointed to Eric's chest and said clearly, syllable by syllable: "FUCK! Me! Now!!"

Eric stopped talking, he grabbed Harry's neck and pushed him down, he kissed him fiercely until he tasted blood in the other's mouth, Eric ripped Harry's hair, forcing him to show The fragile white neck, Eric lowered his head and bit the slender neck, pinched the tender flesh between Harry's buttocks with his palm, stroked the dry entrance, and reached out to touch the clothes pocket he threw on the bed. Vulnerable for lubricant use.

"Don't use that stuff!" Harry grabbed Eric's hand.

"It will hurt you." Eric gasped impatiently.

"That hurt me! Hurt me!" Harry grabbed Eric's brown hair that was scattered on his chest: "Hurt me!!"

In my body, imprint your trace forever!

Eric couldn't say anything anymore, he tore apart Harry's legs, buried his body deeply into Harry's body, Harry's body didn't expand, the entrance was torn immediately, blood gushed out immediately, Harry seemed to feel no pain, twisting his waist to allow Eric to enter deeper into his body.

Lubricated with blood, Eric tried to twitch a few times, and then began to hug Harry's frantic bumps.

Harry moaned intermittently under Eric's body, he didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, Harry's eyes kept staring at Eric, tears filled his eyes.

Eric and Harry's bodies were deeply connected, as if he could feel Harry's sadness, Eric also began to shed tears involuntarily, he hugged Harry, and called Harry's name over and over again, without pleasure or pain , some are just the warmth of two people embracing each other...

"Give this to me..." Harry fished out the dagger that Eric had always carried with him among the clothes scattered on the bed.

"Take it if you like." Eric hugged Harry from behind.

"I'll give you this one as compensation..." Harry also took out the gem-encrusted dagger that he had always carried with him from his clothes scattered on the floor. He pulled it out and inserted it into Eric's mouth. Sheathed that dagger, and inserted Eric's one into his own: "...It's perfect, like a pair from birth, the sheath fits so well..."