Love and Desire Sea 1-16 by Shimizu Jingsha

Love and Desire
(21,000 words) Prologue:
The Returned Wedding Gift
"Jane, happy wedding." Blood-red liquid rolled down Xiuqi's back, disappearing upon touching the ground.
Looking across the entire elven realm, no place could offer more dense shade: sunlight couldn't penetrate, darkness was like an eternal night. It was undoubtedly the perfect place for remembrance or eternal rest.
Three hours earlier, in the Demon Realm, at her wedding, he saw her one last time—she was still delicate and shy, dressed as a Demon Queen, yet still lacking any striking beauty. Her face, devoid of any dark memories, was fresh, innocent, and pitifully cute. Nestled beside his nominal second brother, she smiled shyly and gently.
In his memory, she was always clumsy, her smiles varied—charming, alluring, delicate, seductive… yet she always lowered her eyelashes, her smile heartbreaking.
"Fifth Prince." A figure in a one-piece cloak gradually emerged from the shadows.
Brad lowered his eyelashes and smiled slightly. "The fifth prince of the Demon Realm, is that Ryan?"
The shadowy figure hesitated, but his voice remained calmly flat. "His Highness said he wouldn't attend the wedding banquet, but he went anyway."
Brad still smiled. "So what if he went?"
"He went, but it's nothing. The Second Prince specifically sent me here to confirm and return the Fifth Prince's lost item." Dean presented a small box, bowed slightly, and slowly retreated from the shadows.
Brad quietly picked up the box and opened the lid. Twelve tiny arms and legs shimmered with a red glow in the dark treehouse—not one was missing. So, that meant she hadn't seen them at all?
So guarded.
As expected of the Second Prince of the Demon Realm. Ha, good Second Brother—
we'll see.
1.
The realm of elves is a sea of flowers: from the delicate cat's-eye grass to the magnificent giant water lily, each flower possesses an invisible barrier, concealing a splendid palace or a simple dwelling.
Even the weakest elf, when living alone, possesses the basic ability to protect the barrier around their home—except for Prince Brad.

All morning, only that enormous white jasmine flower could be seen fluttering on its branch, the silvery-white and shimmering gold palace appearing and disappearing.
"The little prince is messing with his palace again!"
"He has no one to serve him, how pitiful!"
"Hehe, then go help him!"
The two little elves frolicked around the jasmine branch, chasing each other, but neither dared to approach the palace—it is said that the prince who lives alone in the elven realm is a witness to the mistakes of the seventh princess who once married into the demon realm, and with sixteen limbs, he is the embodiment of evil.

Inside the palace,
a young elf with pointed ears caught up with a panting human girl, tightly embracing her fragrant body, which radiated warmth from her body heat. He pressed her against a Roman column, lowered his head, and bit her neck. "Still running away, huh?"
Jane shrank back, tickled, but still refused to admit her mistake, constantly trying to escape, but failing repeatedly. She had to suppress a laugh and apologize,
"I-I'm sorry! Lala—ouch!" This time it was a real bite, and it hurt!
"You promised!" He was both angry and embarrassed, his face flushed red.
"Yes, yes, I won't run away again." His voice still carried a smile.
He had lost trust in her, and no matter how she tempted him, he wouldn't let go. "Let me tie you up."
"How?"
She knew he was different from other elves, but the fact that he always suddenly sprouted a large bunch of spider-like tentacles during intimate moments still startled her. She jumped out of bed, and he chased her through several palace chambers. Now, thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Tie your hands," he said, to prevent her from creating any more obstacles for him. He unfastened her clothes and helped her put them on.
"Ah," she murmured, placing her wrists together and handing them to him.
He squeezed her wrists briefly, but didn't immediately release his tentacles to bind them. He simply lowered his head to kiss her, then bent down and swept her up in his arms, flying back to their bedchamber—their first time had to be in bed. This insistence might seem a little ridiculous, but he wanted to be careful.
The rose petals scattered on the floor were swept back onto the soft white sheets by a streak of pale gold light.
He placed her on the sheets. "Don't run away again."
"Mm." She reached out to wipe the slight sweat from his pale forehead—he had actually warned her four times already. But she knew that if she tried to run away again this time, she would probably still escape—he would always give her time to change her mind, and even if he chased her, he wouldn't fly or use his arms and legs; but perhaps, he would never chase her again… She couldn't keep discouraging him like this.
He turned and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his pointed ears.
"Jane."
"Hmm?"
"Don't run away."
She opened her eyes slightly.
His face was very close, red and hot, almost warm through the air. A bead of sweat slowly trickled from his forehead to his brow. He stared at her, his deep black eyes filled with undisguised tension.
Uh, how could she explain it in a way that wouldn't hurt him too much? Every time he got into a relationship, her wrists and toes would pop out on their own—it was purely instinctive for her to want to run away!
"Um—you can tie me up," she suggested cautiously.
He glared at her angrily, the bead of sweat already seeping into his brow, another bead gathering from his brow and sliding down—Jane wanted to reach out and wipe it away for him, but Brad had already turned over and lay back on the bed in frustration.
"Brad?"
"Willingly, understand? Do you think this is the first time you've acted impulsively? I can tie you up anytime I want. A gift—a gift, humph!" As he spoke, she brushed a flower petal against his lips to shut him up, but he remained unaffected and finished speaking in one breath—then he put the petal in his mouth, bit her finger, clenched his teeth, and listened to her gasp in pain before finally releasing her in satisfaction.
Jane grasped her bitten fingertip and exhaled to relieve the pain. She had only blew on it twice when Brad, who had turned around again, caught it, put her finger in his mouth, and gently entwined it with his tongue, his cold anger in his eyes undiminished.
Jane gently kissed his ear, and he dodged away.
You stingy little thing.
She kissed his forehead, then dodged again
and bit the tip of his straight nose.
Brad opened his mouth in disgust: "Disgusting human."
Jane pounced on him. "Huh, what's this?"
Their first meeting was five years ago, when she plucked the rose from his rose garden. He couldn't escape in time, and she grabbed his wings. "Is it a butterfly?"
How could a butterfly have transparent wings?
He was both embarrassed and annoyed by her catching him like an insect. "Let me go!"
She wasn't running away anymore, which was good—but he still needed to be careful with his first time; he couldn't let her do whatever she wanted.
"Lala—"
"Don't call me that."
She straddled him. "Lala, let me finish."
He took a deep breath. "Don't do anything reckless while you're talking." To eat or to be eaten—that was the important question.
2
"Lala, I let you tie me up not because I was afraid I'd regret it—" His body stiffened slightly, as if she'd accidentally sat on something… She carefully climbed up his body a little, only to find his gaze, which had just softened, turning both shy and angry again—she really didn't mean it. She racked her brains, thinking hard,
only to realize her situation seemed to be getting dangerous again—
Brad's face grew increasingly red. "Get down!"
"No!" But not getting down seemed impossible; he was being pressed against again—climbing up a little more.
Brad took a breath.
Jane quickly climbed down—it turned out she'd been kneeling on his wings the whole time.
"Jane."
"Huh?" Occasionally, she felt like blushing.
Brad hugged her from behind. "Thank you for the gift."
"Hmm—what?" She hadn't even given it to him yet. She tried to turn away, but Brad held her tightly, his slender knuckles becoming slightly translucent from the force. "I'm so happy you're giving it to me, but—I don't really like it, so please take it back."
He spoke the last sentence very quickly, but Jane was faster than him, grabbing his wing before his incantation faded. She sighed,
"Brad, at least open your gift!"
"I already opened it." His usually clear and gentle voice was as hard as marble.
"What did I say I was going to give you?"
"..."
"You really opened it?"
"..." He blushed, and one of his tentacles involuntarily popped out. He was about to retract it when she caught it.
He glared at her and pulled it back.
"You can't even borrow it to look at normally. Either you won't let me touch it, or twenty or more pop out and scare me to death." "
...Twelve."
"Huh?" His voice was too soft for her to hear.
"..." Another one popped out, which she caught and touched. Even his ears turned bright red.
"Alright, the second one."
"..." He held her hand, refusing her teasing, "Really want me to take it apart?"
"Take it apart, please." She bit his white tentacle, and he pulled it back, leaning in to kiss her.
His lips were soft, thin and warm, and his slightly fuller lower lip made his face always seem to be smiling, handsome and affectionate. Because he always fed on flower dew, even his breath carried the fragrance and sweetness of the morning dew.
She was definitely not as good as him, because he would always laugh at her for being too young after each kiss. But this morning, it seemed like she had drunk milk again...
His tongue probed, and she dodged away dizzily.
Her (Lala) hands cupped her cheeks, teasing her.
3 On her first night
, when she felt the strangeness in her body, Jane tried to close her eyes tightly, but the hand tightly wrapped around Brad's neck still accidentally touched the tentacle that had appeared again. The small suckers on it were like little mouths, sucking on her fingers.
Jane was startled, her teeth accidentally chattering—but she didn't close them completely—Brad's tongue, which had been teasing hers, suddenly snapped shut, causing him to stiffen slightly as he sat up and looked at her.
Jane knew all too well what would happen next: first, Brad would ask her, "Don't want to again?" Then he would leave her body, giving her ample time to scream and run away; five minutes later, he would find her at a leisurely pace, politely asking if she still wanted to continue,
but this time, let's not make a fuss!
Jane closed her eyes, her hand tracing his back to his wrists and feet—she'd get used to it, she'd have to get used to it sooner or later… she shouldn't be afraid.
Brad let Jane touch him; her forced courage initially annoyed him, but it was indeed as she said—how could he blame her for being afraid of the parts he never let her near?
Although, the reactions of those rarely used parts always made him feel ashamed.
"Lala, my finger's been bitten!"
He quickly let go.
But she brought her finger to his lips, "Try biting it."
How could he not know the sensation his tentacles would cause her? Yet, as she wished, he took her hand, lowered his head, and sucked on it.
"Lala, Lala..." His mouth was warm, his tongue smooth, and when he licked her finger, even her arm went weak, and she could only lean back. His tentacles entwined around her, gently and skillfully.
Seeing her flushed cheeks and half-closed, passionate eyes, Brad's heart raced. He released Jane's fingers and tentatively unbuttoned her collar.
Jane's soft hand pressed against Brad's chest, and she unbuttoned one of his buttons as well. A small patch of Brad's clean, white chest was exposed, and Jane gasped softly—it seemed a little too fast!
But Brad clearly had no such intention. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and cufflinks, tossed them to the ground, and returned to his previous task.
Jane, seeing Brad's completely naked upper body, swallowed hard and began to tense up again. Seeing that Brad had unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, she quickly reached up and buttoned it back up.
"Jane—" Brad squinted.
"Uh, sorry," she said guiltily, lowering her hand.
Compared to his self-awareness in automatically undressing himself after only one button was unbuttoned, she did seem somewhat insincere.
After the vest, it would be time for the skirt.
"Turn around,"
Jane readily complied. Even just for a second, to avoid facing his nakedness for even a moment, would be good.
Brad gently brushed aside the stray hairs at the back of Jane's neck. "Jane—"
"Huh?"
The long dress clinging to her body loosened slightly at the shoulders, and warm lips pressed against her bare neck. His slightly hot breath made her tremble.
"La-La-La—" she stammered.
His hands slipped from under her armpits to her chest, embracing her. "Jane…" His lips slid from her neck to her earlobe, capturing it.
Her body trembled, and she leaned back softly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Jane…" He kissed down her earlobe, licking and nibbling along the curve of her chin to her throat, gently sucking.
"B-Brad…" her voice trembled, her fingers climbing up his arm, gripping his shoulders tightly.
One tentacle gently lifted Jane's cheek, while the other slid up to her lips. Jane's lips parted slightly as it was sucked, and the tentacle slipped inside, capturing her tongue and gently sucking and licking her saliva, just as she usually teased Brad. All of this was barely tolerable
on their first night
—although the actions of two tentacles removing her shoes and socks seemed a bit too slow and erotic, it was still better than the ones that slipped under her petticoat and panties, not to mention the two that crawled under her bra and slowly caressed her. What was especially excessive was that one of them even started rubbing against her through her panties.
Did Brad not know any of this?
Jane wanted to ask, but her tongue was captured, and the long kiss seemed like it would never end—he hadn't even finished unbuttoning her outer skirt yet!
Whether he untied her or not seemed to no longer bother him—her waist and legs were tightly wrapped, her ankles spread apart. The one between her legs was even secreting fluid, like a wet, large tongue, soaking through her panties and underwear, licking her until she felt flustered and confused.
What was even more alarming was that the one that had slipped into her panties began to advance towards her secret place, responding to the one outside, sucking and touching her until a hot current began to surge within her body—how embarrassing! Especially since it would lick up all the fluid from her cleavage like countless tiny mouths…
Jane moaned and began to struggle, her nails, which had been digging into Brad's shoulder, now scratched—when she realized she still couldn't stop him, she even grabbed his hair, forcing him to stop.
"Pull—uh, uh—Brad, Brad," his hazy dark eyes made her heart pound, "today, it seems not possible…"
"Hmm?" He seemed still lost in lust, his eyes still misty, as he pulled her onto his lap and continued unbuttoning his shirt.
"Brad," she tried to grab his hand, but the tentacle that had slipped into her panties quickly sucked at her secret place, and Jane's body went limp, sliding off Brad's lap onto the bed.
At the same time, Brad unbuttoned her outer skirt. He lifted her hands and took them off for her, then began to unbutton her petticoat.
"Brad," Jane tried to pull out the tentacle lurking beneath her skirt, but it cunningly wrapped around her thighs and tied a knot, still sucking and licking her vulva, causing her body to flow with heat. "Brad—ah—Brad, you, you—can you let it out? Today, today really not..." "Why not
?" His fingers deftly untied the straps of her bra.
"I, I—ooh...I think I'm getting my period..."
"Getting your period?" He finally paused. "What is it?"
"...It's—um, that—bleeding..." She was about to blush with embarrassment at having to explain this to him.
"'Which' is bleeding?" The bra was removed and tossed aside, her upper body as naked as his. His hand easily covered her slightly swollen, small breasts, gently and fascinatedly pressing his face against them. "You're so small—" He rubbed against the creases created by her bra.
"It's the one that visits once a month—what did you say?" Her eyes reddened.
"Mmm," he held the pale pink tip of that tiny peach in his mouth, gently licked it, then touched it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it back and forth between his lips, "I said, it's so cute..."
He was clearly saying she was "small," but he pretended not to hear. Jane cautiously peeked at him—sure enough, even his "circle" was a little bigger than hers—
and couldn't help but reach out, mimicking him, covering half of his chest, then releasing it, and pointing at that small protrusion with her index finger.
Brad took a breath, then suddenly pushed her down, pressing his whole body against hers.
5
Is this how their first night is going to begin?
Had he not listened to anything she said before?
Brad—her lesbian, she had thought he would prefer a more explicit way of giving himself to her!
She cradled his face, lost in his embrace, her breasts being suckled by him in a half-awake, half-asleep manner. The caressing and lingering sensation gave her, though not large or ample, a strange and satisfying sense of accomplishment, almost like pregnancy.
"Lala…" she murmured tenderly, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. "Will you be my baby?"
Brad nearly choked on his saliva—listen to that, the maternal instincts of a thirteen-year-old!
The sudden chill made him grit his teeth, contemplating biting her—but when his long fingers forcefully pulled her breasts together, the nipples barely touched, and she was already teary-eyed with pain.
Fine, he couldn't bring himself to do it—
"Little Mommy…" he climbed back, his tongue entwining with hers. "Swallow me back into your womb…"
Jane's hands closed around the edge of Brad's long, white neck, pressing harder and harder.
Brad just smiled, kissing her until she could barely breathe.
As they were playing around, suddenly (rip!) Brad's tentacles ripped Jane's underwear.
"Whoa!" The two of them sat up in shock.
Brad withdrew the tentacles that had caused the trouble, looking completely innocent.
"How could...it's torn..." Jane reached out incredulously to touch the shapeless pieces of fabric.
"Uh, sorry." Brad awkwardly withdrew all his tentacles.
He helped her gather the pieces of fabric and folded them neatly.
Jane still stared at him in disbelief.
"Jane~" His voice was ingratiating and a little pitiful, "Your calves are beautiful." He pulled her to sit sideways on his lap, holding her delicate, exquisite feet, his face still close to hers, as if he wanted to kiss her but didn't dare. "
I'm not blaming you, Lala," she said, feeling a little embarrassed by his grip, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. "You don't have to do this..."
"Really, they're beautiful..." His eyes began to mist over again, and he lifted her up with fascination, his soft lips pressing against her ankle.
"Brad!" She reached out to block him.
"So pretty..." He dodged her, moving to her calves.
She tried to block with both hands, lost her balance, and fell back onto the soft bed. Her body trembled, she didn't even have the strength to get up—he was like a puppy, starting to lick the back of her knees.
"Brad—" Ugh, please, please don't do this.
Jane covered her eyes with her hands, unwilling to look at the elven boy who had used magic to make her look disheveled when they first met, now looking at her with awe and fascination as he traced lines between her knees and thighs with the tip of his tongue.
"Really—I love it—" His adoring hand slid under her panties, grasped her waist, and his lips lingered on her inner thigh, leaving a kiss mark there.
Jane wanted to push him away, but with her eyes closed, she was afraid of accidentally poking his face. Hesitantly, she finally touched Brad's chin, only to have him turn his hand away and wetly lick her palm twice. She recoiled as if electrocuted, utterly ashamed. Just then, Brad pulled aside her panties and tentatively touched her with the tip of his tongue.
Boom!
Jane sprang up and shrank to the headboard.
Brad followed, hugging her and kissing her. "Let me see!"
"No!"
"My gift!" he pleaded.
She had indeed promised him.
Jane gritted her teeth, removing her last piece of clothing. "Don't lick! You're not a pet dog, don't lick like a puppy!"
"I'll just look," he assured her, holding her close.
Then he made her bend her knees and peered closely between her legs.
She was about to reach up to cover herself, but he grabbed her hands and held them together.
"Just looking." His voice was as gentle as flowing water. He lightly brushed her lips together, then leaned in to sniff. "Jane~"
"What?!" Jane asked loudly, her eyes still closed. Did it smell? Why was he doing this? She was so embarrassed that her toes curled up.
"I want to be your pet dog..." he said shyly, then gently kissed her.布拉德只能放弃，跪坐到她身边，笨拙地为她抹泪.
「你怎幺能这样对我？」
他惭疚地低着头，抱着她肩轻轻摇晃，「不是故意的。」
「我都已经流血了，可还是不想对你食言。但你──你是吸血鬼吗？」
「血？什幺血？」他迷惑地望住她。
「就是──」珍恩往床上看，一片洁白，「肯定是你变没了。我明明感觉有流出来──」珍恩抽抽噎噎地哭，用手推他，「你太恶劣了。」
天地良心──
「我只是想让你快乐一点儿。」
「你若不要乱来，我会很快乐──又、又流了，你看。」
她让出来的床褥上有硬币大小一片湿迹，颜色晶莹，浅于水色。
布拉德用指尖蘸起来尝了尝，「我记得你的血是红色的。」
「是、是啊。」时间这幺短，他好像真没时间捣鬼，可是明明──忍不住也用手指点了下：黏而滑，湿且凉。触感都不一样。
珍恩小心地收回眼泪，看布拉德一眼：他垂着黑浓的睫，没什幺明显的表情。
他会不会认为她又在找借口临阵脱逃？
「拉拉──」她抱住他。
布拉德扬起睫。
她和他亲吻。
「有点儿难过，」他说.
「对不──」她张着嘴，看他挣出她怀抱，动作极快地将内裤和着长裤一起脱掉。
６初夜
「现在好多了。」布拉德舒展着身体，在珍恩下巴上摸了一把，替她合上嘴。
仍旧依回她怀中。珍恩努力镇定，可还是手足无措得差点儿将他推出去。
「怎幺了？」布拉德拉着她手臂当披肩，环住自己，仰脸轻轻吻她下颏.
「没、没有啊！」她被他拉得不得不骑坐在他腿上，那陌生的器官不太客气地点触着她小腹，有点儿烫，有点儿硬……珍恩不得不和它保持距离，小心地退后一点儿，再退后一点儿……
布拉德不满地环住她腰，箍紧.只这幺一抱，那个部分马上和珍恩的小腹贴成负距离，像要嵌进她身体里去──这，就是呆会儿他要用来接收(礼物)的部分吗？这幺大，会进不去吧？
珍恩小心地低头亲亲布拉德，他闭着眼，响应得异常热烈──他一定不知道，每次他一激动，它们就会冒出来，七上八下地和她打招呼--！
十几条触手将珍恩以跪坐的姿势紧缚在布拉德身体上，他的顶端堵满了她，灼烫着她，若是不小心滑坐下去──会贯穿吧？
珍恩横横心，将布拉德推倒，但他马上警觉地睁开眼，和她交换了位置。
「拉拉？」
「我想──开始了──」
「嗯。」
但他竟又想要爬下去，珍恩来不及阻止，只能抓住他耳朵，「又要做什幺？」
「我总得看看。」
「不许看！」
「不让看，我会进不去，」他将她手放到自己身体上，「你看，我比你要大了那幺多──我不想弄伤你。」
「拉拉──」她愿意为她受伤。
「让我再看看。」
「拉拉──」她捉住它，不让他动。布拉德吸了口气，脸红起来。
「拉拉，为什幺不让我先看看你呢？」
「唔，」他连耳朵都红起来，却还是努力漫不在乎地给她一个笑，「喔，随便看。」
得到允许的珍恩扑倒布拉德，学他的样子在他胸口用脸和鼻子用力蹭来蹭去，又吸又咬。一分锺不到，布拉德被她折磨得惨叫。
珍恩无辜地爬起来，「你刚才就是这样子──」他胸口的牙痕和吻痕都是她身上没有的，为了不至于太愧疚，她伸手盖住被她吮吸得嫣然肿立的乳尖。
「……那你轻一点.」他疼得眼泪都要掉下来。
「这样？」她轻柔地再舔舔他乳尖。
「疼，换一边。」
她爬过他身体时被他捉下来亲吻好一会儿才放开.珍恩抿抿被他吮舐得有点儿胀痛的唇，低头舔了舔布拉德，这次他惬意地抱住她头，「还要。」
珍恩继续.
只要一停下，布拉德便腻声撒娇，「还要。」
珍恩吸了他一下。
布拉德抱着珍恩呻吟起来。抓住她手环握着自己身体，示范地上下套弄了下，「一边亲一边摸……嗯，就这样──」他长长地吁了口气，阖着睫陶醉地命令，「稍微用力点──」
珍恩轻轻咬他一下。
布拉德全未发觉地摸着她的头发，「珍，我爱你。」
「拉拉，我也爱你。」
他半张开眼望着她微微喘息的神情迷离又性感。
「珍～～」布拉德揽住珍恩的腰，张口吸住她胸房，「握紧我，别放开.」
「嗯。」
他却还是不放心似地双手用力裹住她手。然后上下挺动腰部。他的那个器官被她双手攥紧，在她的掌握里来回涌动得像是一尾灼烫而鲜活的鱼.
「拉拉──」
「大声一点叫我！」他张嘴，放过她胸部，身体却动得更快了。
「拉拉，拉拉──」
他重浊地呼吸，身体在她手里胀得更硬更热，几乎脱手。珍恩用了力，重新握紧.
布拉德忽然大叫一声，用力扑住珍恩。
她吓了一跳，不觉松手。
他将脸埋在她颈侧，伏在她身体上，拢住她双腿，重重在她腿间冲刺了几下，一股烫热在她双腿间弥涌开来。
珍恩双手摊放在身体两侧的床单上。
布拉德的脸烫得厉害，伏在珍恩身上，身体又痉挛似地震颤了好几次，一股股热液涌泻得珍恩身上身下一片濡湿。
７初夜
纵然再不解事，看到布拉德这样一番激烈，珍恩也知道必然有什幺事情已然「发生过」了。虽然她有帮忙，但毕竟和她身体的关系不怎幺大。这让珍恩有点儿失望。
她将手指探到身下，将布拉德刚从身体里迸射出来液体蘸在指尖，含入口中：有点儿淡腥甜的味道，好像还带着他身上惯常散发的蜜馨气。
「珍，」布拉德双手捧着珍恩的脸，亲吻她。
但他本来重重抵在她身体上的部分却在缩小，退到她腿外，毫无侵略性地栖在她的三角地，填空一般卧在那里.
「珍，让我再看看你好不好？」
珍恩赌气地将双腿张得很开.
布拉德笑着亲了她一下，这次并没有爬下去趴在她腿间.他将她的双腿抬起来，放在自己腿上，坐在她身前，贴得很近，用一个软软的东西在她穴口磨蹭，珍恩被他蹭得又痒又窘，爱液淌到布拉德的手指上。她想坐起来，却被他的触手按回去。
「别动。」
布拉德低头看着她，眼神很认真，手里仍然捉着那奇怪的小东西在她身下轻轻蹂蹭，试探地将它按进她身体.蹀躞来回了几次，它似乎大了些。布拉德开始改用手指拨弄珍恩，将她的身体打开一点，再打开一点，让它在她体内继续成长，膨胀；而珍恩也开始在布拉德的挑动中感到慵懒愉悦的舒适.
「拉拉，你在做什幺？」
「爱你。」一只触手随着他的话语轻柔地蹭了蹭她的颊.
珍恩捉住它，放到唇边吻了下。
原本被安置到她体内的东西忽然像是有了硬度，弹出来。
「珍，别捣乱.」现在不知道还能不能塞得进去，布拉德望着被珍恩印在触手上的一吻增加一倍体积的部位，有点儿发愁。
小心地将它捏住，往珍恩的身体里挤了下。
珍恩没出声。
再推进去一点.
有点儿疼，珍恩忍着没有皱眉──听说女孩要变成女人都是要经历痛苦甚至重创的，她有这个心理准备，即便再难过也不会叫出来让她的拉拉担心。
好像又大了些，布拉德紧张得都快淌汗了──它已经无法弯曲。
「珍，疼吗？」
「呜……不、不疼。」她甚至还对他笑了下。
但它在她身体里已经茁壮得宛如刀锋，她连呼吸都要放得很轻，撑胀和贯裂的痛楚充斥在她体内的每一个神经元，布拉德每推进一点，她都必须要抓紧褥垫才可以控住自己不要战栗。
「珍～～」他终于将自己完全放置进去，呼一口气，吹开被汗湿在额前的发，将她卷起来紧紧抱住。
「啊！」她终于忍不住痛呼出声。
「珍，」他怜惜地吻她的唇，「是不是很疼？」
珍恩缩了下身体，慢慢摇头.
布拉德看着珍恩泛红的眼眶，摸摸她强自镇定着的泛白小脸，努力轻松地对她笑，「好冷幺，珍？你还抓着棉被呢！」
珍恩赶紧放手。
布拉德用触手抓过来一堆枕头褥被，紧揽着珍恩的腰，撑跪起身体，将她安置上去。
终于成功躺下时，痛楚减轻的感觉让两个人同时呼一口气。
「咦，你也会痛？」
「疼疯了。」他退出来一部分。
身体里要撑裂了似的剧痛马上大大减轻.可珍恩并不敢放松，抓住布拉德一根手指，「拉拉──」她不愿他放弃。
布拉德反握住珍恩的手，安慰地摇了摇，「不会放弃……」
他吸啜她一躺平就只像两只倒扣小碟似的酥胸──真的好小，再挺也没用，因为青涩，还硬，受不住疼。哪怕是舔得久了，她的身体都会受不住地收紧，窒得他像要被握断了似的疼。
「放松点儿，珍～～」他无奈抬头.
「嗯。」她忍着疼再将腿张开一点.
「不是──」不是这样。钻心剧痛袭来，布拉德连抽身而退也不能够，眼前黑红不分地一阵金光乱闪，重重摔伏到珍恩身上。
８初夜
「布拉德……布拉德──拉拉，拉拉……」
是珍……她，在哭？
布拉德倏然清醒，睁开眼睛。
「拉拉！」珍恩扑过来，抱着布拉德一阵亲吻，「我好担心你。」她的眼泪沾得他脸上一阵濡湿。
布拉德安抚地拍拍她手臂，「没事了，珍，我没事。」
「你流血了。」
「额──」这种事，男性也会流血吗？难怪那幺痛！
布拉德坐起身检视一下，确实是有血迹干涸如缕，但这些──是她的吧--！
「珍，」布拉德探手摸摸珍恩腿间的秘地，「你不疼吗？」
摇头.
才怪了。布拉德半开玩笑地用手扪了一下。珍恩有丝害羞，却没再那幺凶巴巴地制止他──她将自己的初夜作为生日礼物送给布拉德，想要让他快乐，却意外害他昏倒，心里是颇有些愧疚的。
所以当布拉德又忍不住趴在她腿间仔细观察时，珍恩也没有拒绝.
布拉德离得很近，呼吸都挨在她的秘穴边上。
珍恩想到他尖尖的耳朵和挺翘的鼻尖，身体轻颤。
「别紧张。」布拉德的声音比往常更温柔，甚至，甜蜜。
有点儿奇怪。
是错觉吗？她竟会看到布拉德漆黑如夜的发上浮出幽莹蓝光……
「拉拉？」
「不要怕。」他柔声劝慰着，张口含住她。
珍恩的身体僵住了。
布拉德温热的口腔裹覆着她，灵活的舌尖舔舐着她。
她像一块冻讷了的黄油，而布拉德负责将她熔开.她在他的唇舌制造的高热之下一点一点融化，流淌，然后被他温柔地含吮，吞下。
「拉拉，拉拉──」她的拉拉，她最爱的男孩与男人，正在他的出生纪念日这一天，以他的方式让她感知着从女孩蜕变为女人的幸福与快乐。
她在他的唇齿间变得渺小。床褥，房间，宫殿，他最初憩息的蔷薇花……一一都在她眼前闪现，再逝离──她什幺也抓不住，只能茫茫然地漂浮。
极度的愉悦中，她像平时与他亲吻时一样，将指尖插入他发间.
布拉德抬头看了她一眼，忽然大力吸她一下，将整张面孔埋进去。
挺直的鼻尖微凉地抵进她身体左右摇晃时，珍恩无法抑制地抖颤起来，紧紧合住双腿。可他却仍然不肯停下，托高她的臀，继续抵压。
一条柔软滑腻如同舌尖的东西也在这时钻进她的身体，直刺进珍恩甬道的最深处。
「啊──」出奇细致如同舌蕾的小型吸盘搅覆着敏感而狭窄的花径，短短一瞬已将她送到欣愉的巅端。
「喜欢吗？」布拉德在她最狂喜时用力压住她，吸吮她的唇。他重新硕大起来的部位正热而烫地顶在她的穴口。
「喜欢，喜欢！」她的声音似哭似笑，双腿紧紧环上他纤细有力的腰际，循着身体的需求将早已湿润的花蕊紧贴着他来回磨蹭。那只变成手指粗细的触手正在她身体里来回抽插，含咬着某个一触即发的位置不停咂吮，让她身体不由自主地颤抖再颤抖，将它湿得不能再湿。
「爱我吗？」
「爱的！一直都爱的！拉拉──」她呜咽着紧紧抱住他，「一生一世都爱你！」
「我也是，」他温柔地托着她泪湿的脸颊，轻轻吻去泪迹，「生生世世都爱你。」
第二条变细了的触手亦进入她体内，和第一条相互缠绕，彼此研磨。
甬道内壁被无数张小嘴啜吸吮噬的奇痒让珍恩揽抱着布拉德的手指几乎要掐
陷进他背部的皮肉里去。
「拉拉，拉拉──」她因狂喜而大哭。
「珍，我让你难过了吗？」他柔声问，手势轻柔地为她拭泪.
「不、不，我很快乐，拉拉～很快乐……」她大颗大颗地淌着泪，在他怀抱间昏死过去。
布拉德在珍恩紧阖的眼帘上轻吻，「我会让你更快乐的，珍～」
他将其余十条触手变成棉线一样细，缠绞在一起进入她的身体.因为细，于是长，潜入稚嫩的子宫，在那里盘萦了无数圈，将她盈满.然后才吟一道咒，令珍恩苏醒：
「小妈妈，你的拉拉宝宝还饿着呢……」
９初夜
珍恩只觉得有一条水线，无休无止地自体内最深处不断不绝流泻.
「妈妈，小妈妈，」布拉德呢喃着，舌尖在她耳涡内徘徊，将那里弄得又湿又热。
「拉拉──」珍恩抖颤着，抓紧了布拉德垂泻而下的长发.
「唔，这里.」他捉住她手，将欲望顶触到她掌心。
珍恩攥住他。
布拉德低低呻吟着，又开始挣扎得像一尾鱼，脸埋在珍恩肩上，轻轻重重地喘息。珍恩脸畔全是布拉德急促呼吸中逸出的清甜花蜜香，被熏蒸得口干舌燥──布拉德在她体内不停来回的插旋转吸噬着的触手，她体内一直涌流不息的水线，都在令她的体液大肆流失……
「拉拉──」她用鼻尖开路，穿过他披覆在脸上的长发，找到他正急促呼吸着，半张开着的嘴唇，吻住。
布拉德比她更急切，才一触到，便马上把舌头送过来。
他们似心灵相通，他永远都知道她的需要。
清甜的津液通过柔软纠缠着的舌尖润入她的口腔，源源不绝，任由吸啜。
她并紧双腿，他便将触手变细，仍旧轻轻厮磨；她的指尖扣住他的臀，他便压住她的肩……缱绻浮沈，抵死纠缠.
当她终于挣脱他的拥抱，伏身将他的分身含入口中时，狂乱的喜悦将他淹没，手指尖缠绕着她长仅及肩的淡金卷发，身体蜷成虾米，迷乱地亲吻着珍恩纤稚的背脊。不断被褪落再吮入的痛楚与陌生的快乐感觉交织，让他在她身上留下一处又一处樱粉色微痕。
即将喷发的前一刻，他回身捧住她的颊，退了出来，
「先，先别……」几乎臻致极限的忍耐让他的呼吸都要破碎。
她湛蓝如湖水的眼眸不解地望住他。
「别──看我……」布拉德伸手挡住她的眼，蓦然抽出驻在珍恩体内的触手！
一道莹亮的水线随着他的动作自她穴口喷溅而出，在空中形成一道弧光。
好，好美！
他迷眩地注视着，倾身含住她，接收她不由自主第二次第三次涌溅出来的全部蜜液。吞咽，再吮吸。在她情不自禁掐住他肩臂时回身相抱，将因不得纡解正
灼灼而跳的欲望挺入她早已润泽的身体──
完全楔合的一剎，两人同时满足叹息，紧紧相拥。
「你好暖……」他在她紧环着他腰的双腿间大幅挺动，「让我融化在你的身体里，珍……」
「变成妖怪吃掉我吧，拉拉……」
「珍……」他在她嫣然流转的水样眸光中醺然如醉。
他占据着她，吸吮着她，双手抱住娇躯还不够，再加上十二只触手，将爱人紧紧缠缚，给她无所不在的亲吻与爱抚：堵住她的耳朵，不让她听到任何和他无关的声音；点逗着她可爱的肚脐，让她因为畏痒而在自己身下不停扭动；穿绕过她的指缝与趾隙，感受她在自己顶触下的每一次舒展与羞蜷……
在她再一次因承受不了巨大的欢喜而身体轻轻抖颤着紧扣住他的臀部时，他终于抑制不住身体里奔涌呼啸着的热流，将它们全数送入她身体的最深处！
呼啦──砰──碰！
原本只是在枝条间显得格外硕大而馥郁的茉莉花朵忽然开始长大，枝叶舒张，瓣蕊撑开，一分一分沈坠，终于堕下枝头，落到地面。
阳光下，原本隐匿在花蕊中的微型宫殿开始显形，华美绝伦的白色宫殿以光速成长，壮大，塔顶的尖端直刺云间！
１０迷梦仙境
午后明煦的阳光穿透宽阔的落地窗映上无意间垂落床帷外的柔细指尖时，黑发黑眸的精灵王子已然醒来，伸个懒腰，才发现恋人已经和他在大床上滚得天各一方，趴在快要摔下床的角落里好梦正酣。
「睡成这样子──」小心翼翼将她抱回来，拉起薄被一直拢到睡得红粉粉的脸颊，「不是应该抱着我吗？」
郁闷地拈一缕发尾扫扫她的唇，珍恩无意识地抿了抿，又伸舌舔了舔嘴唇。
咦──
换上自己的舌尖试试。
果然被她含住了轻轻咂吮。
布拉德恶劣地将自己舌尖咬破一点，流出血来，也被珍恩全不知晓地吞咽下去。
上面这样听话，下面呢？
手指轻覆着青涩小巧的胸房，正欲动作，身后不远处却响起一声轻咳。
「殿下。」
「谁？！」可恶！虽然一向都知道自己法力低弱，常常会护不住结界，但这样一声不响地随意闯进他的寝殿，未免也太过分！
「迷梦仙境巴夏礼前来觐见，恭贺王子殿下成人之喜。」短短一句话，却时而明润时而低沈时而清朗时而喑哑地变换了七八种嗓音，偏偏每一种又都不难听，反而无形中仿佛带了魅惑，揉合着听来竟是诱人已极.
布拉德虽是男子，又早早心有所属，一时不防竟也听得面红耳赤。直觉地抱紧了仍恬然安睡着的珍恩，堵住了她的耳朵。
「我和你们并无往来，成年与否，也和阁下毫无相干，无需庆贺.阁下请回吧！」
「殿下封印甫解，便以一己之力拯救全族，举国上下感戴恩德，殿下何必自谦如此？」
「拯──救全族？」这要从何说起？
布拉德震惊地回头，瞪住床帷之外衣饰考究的莹蓝身影。那人仿佛全身都氤在微光里，教人看不分明，体态却是秀逸端庄已极，让人直想看个清楚──又是媚术！
什幺迷梦仙境？不过是一窝淫荡八爪鱼罢了，仗着天生色性到处勾搭祸害……若不是当年母亲被诱惑堕落，他也不至于生来便带触手，遭精灵廷和魔界歧视，沦为六界话柄。
「正是全凭殿下一身之力。但殿下如今虽然法力浩瀚，却全然不会咒术，巴夏礼所以来此，一为代迷梦仙境数万子民叩谢殿下，并迎殿下归为新主；一则腆颜自荐向殿下传授法术.」
什幺跟什幺啊？
明明是和他们不共戴天，若然知晓，又岂会救援数万头淫兽？一定是有什幺地方弄错了！他才不要和这帮淫兽扯上关系！若是自己一成年淫兽魔界便会全族复活，精灵廷和魔界当初在设定封印时便不该将咒语锢在他身上！以三界的数年战乱来换一个只有十二年时效的封印，未免也傻得太离谱！
「我一向幽居深宫，鲜有游历，至于出手相救──想必阁下误认了。你们要治国兴邦，尽管自去，不要硬搭上我。」
被天降奇祸震惊得方寸大乱的布拉德极力撇清干系，帷帘之外的巴夏礼却依然是镇定自若，
「殿下若是执意不愿归位执政，臣下也无强求之理。但这几卷强身自保之术，颇有延寿健体之效，还望殿下熟习以珍重玉体，得享遐龄.」
一段话真是趋奉得肉麻已极.
当初刚嫁到魔界去的母亲也曾被人这样许之以利吗？
布拉德听得咬牙扭脸之余也不禁愕然，「我身上还有什幺法禁封咒和你们有关吗？」
不然何以如此讨好？
「殿下多心了。臣下不过是期望殿下身体康健，能早早为本族开枝散叶，诞下主事人罢了。」
越说越不象样……
开枝散叶──
难道他的子嗣，还要继续持有淫兽的特征？
纵非如此，以她尚还稚弱的身体，他又怎幺舍得？
「知道了，你出去吧。」
封印的事，也不知道外公那有消息了没有──总不至于要为自己的生日来向老人家谢罪吧？真是……
眷恋的目光不舍地转过怀中好梦正酣的恬美面孔，忍住又想俯身亲吻的欲望，轻手轻脚地将珍恩挪开，下床寻了件精灵界最传统的长礼服换上。
「要梦到我。」吹一个睡眠咒给她。
咦，不对，万一到时竟要受罚，珍恩不是要不能按时回家？
那些人的无聊破烂咒语，为什幺要加封在他身上呢？
１１迷梦仙境
「参见殿下！」
步出寝殿之外，竟有女侍列队相迎，大出布拉德意料之外。受了她们一礼后，他开始怀疑自己将仍在沈睡中的珍恩一个人放在寝殿是否明智了：
「你们退下，我的宫殿不需有人值守。」
为首的两个侍女官却只是嘻笑地互相看了一眼，同声答道，「殿下误会了，奴婢们是来服侍殿下梳洗的。」
细看一眼，她们身后的诸人果然是各自捧着巾栉盆盂一类物事。
但显然都不是精灵：娇媚的吐词方式、冶艳的身段体态，眉梢眼角藏掩不去的缕缕妖娆，都是比(没有翅翼)更明显的证据。
「我不要人服侍！」布拉德冷声命她们退下。
折回寝殿替珍恩穿上衣物，抱起来从窗口飞出去。
「参见殿下！」震雷般的万人齐声。随即便是整齐划一的甲胄武器相击的行礼，声传数里外。
布拉德吃了一惊，险些坠下地来。半空中垂眼看到长发垂束在左胸弯身行礼的巴夏礼──有这个人在，就不奇怪了。
他是在嫌这个突然全族复活的国家给自己惹的祸事还不够大吗？
但现在显然不是质问的时候──为安全计，他不能把身为人族的珍恩置于众目之下。

「巴夏礼，你是想软禁我？」
气冲冲地飞回寝殿，确认刚才的雷鸣声声也并未惊醒珍恩后，将她放回床上，布拉德咬牙诘问跟随进来后站得更为恭谨的人。
「殿下误会了。仙境将士们只是太过仰慕殿下，前来宣誓忠诚而已。」
「不、需、要。」
「魔界和精灵廷向来视仙境存在如眼钉肉刺，如今我仙境方经殿下亲手拯回，总要为守护殿下安全略尽绵力。」
「不必了，我会去向外公请罪。」
「殿下是想请精灵廷联合魔界再血洗仙境一次？」
「……」是的，届时若外公确有此命，他当然不会阻止──十五年来，布拉德深以自己背上的十二腕足为耻，「你们可以远离此二界，又何来血洗之说？」
「哈哈哈哈哈哈～～」巴夏礼忽然纵声长笑。笑完却又敛声道，「谢殿下如此为国民属地设想。容臣下多事一问：殿下口口声声要向精灵王请罪──殿下犯有何罪？」
「这个不用你管。」
「殿下要覆国灭族，祸延臣下身家性命。臣下纵是草芥蜉蝣之辈，也有惜生畏死之情，还请殿下容涵体恤。」
布拉德冷冷哼了一声，不开腔。
珍恩在睡梦中转了个身，离他近了些，压住了布拉德垂散到枕上的长发.布拉德不动声色地将面孔侧向她一点.
伊人睡容恬酣，唇色粉润。看得布拉德竟有些无法自抑，几乎又想附过去亲吻痴缠.只是碍着宫殿外数万甲士峙立，帷外巴夏礼又在絮叨，才耐着性子只用手指在珍恩唇上描着唇形玩。
「殿下知魔界与精灵廷曾连手覆我仙境，但殿下可知我仙境为何而灭？」
珍恩被布拉德动得难过，皱眉转侧了下，忽然张口咬住他指甲。
布拉德以为珍恩已被扰醒，等了片刻她却还只是含着毫无动静.胆子不由也大了些，将指尖往前送了送，碰到温软柔滑的舌，按上去轻轻揉了下。
被温暖包围着的回忆浮上来，布拉德瞬间被情欲俘获，身体立刻胀得隐隐疼起来。这让他开始懊悔自己穿了长袍。若要脱衣的话，动作势必太大。
小心地拉出珍恩的手，隔着外袍放在已然硕大起来的部位轻轻揉弄，却总像是隔山取火，不得尽兴.只能俯了脸去吻珍恩的唇，舐舔吮啜，聊以相慰。
巴夏礼的泣血之言，于布拉德早已如过耳清风，只盼着他能在察觉等不到回应时自行离去。
却不想巴夏礼不见布拉德回话，竟转而自问自答：
「我仙境士民之最大特点，乃是上下一体，举国存亡，亦只关乎上位者一身之──」
布拉德与珍恩斯磨片刻，全然未得消解，只恨巴夏礼不能立即化成轻烟四散，勉强听到此处，已是万千之难，此刻再也捱捺不住，霍然起身脱了外袍，掷出帐去。
巴夏礼被打断进言，也无窘色，拾起布拉德的衣袍，迭放到桌上，「臣下告退。」
１２迷梦仙境
赶走了絮聒不休的谏言者，先前浮躁喧嚣得不能自抑的意乱情迷之感似乎也相与俱去。
好个巴夏礼，一面跟他大谈家国之要，一面却以音魅撩拨他的情欲，暗行蛊惑……
法力低弱，就要这样被轻视、被操控幺？
「真是不可理喻。」却还是忍不住脱去衣物，钻入被中──他是经不起诱惑，没什幺不好承认的。巴夏礼暗中对他施法造成影响的行为，虽然令人费解，但与他无关：纵然没有任何外因，他在珍恩身边也当不了君子。
「珍恩，珍恩──」试探地叫了两声，没得到任何回应，却还是不放心地再封一层睡眠咒，才轻轻将她衣物脱去。
珍恩的胸颈腰腹间都还留着浅浅痕迹，或红或粉，大腿内侧甚至还有几处微青──他问她时，她却还一直说不疼。
笨蛋。
布拉德伏下身，以唇舌为她施法治愈。
可当他不经意抬头换气时，眼光又开始不由自主停留在那一处踯躅不去。
再看一次──
他是为她好，早早先作了解，下次才不会莽莽撞撞又造成误伤。
只再看一次──
布拉德用手指轻轻把蚌合在一起的秘密拨开.
她那里还有他残余的气息，温暖地和她的天然幽香相合，混成既熟悉又亵乱的味道，让他忍不住又将鼻尖凑过去，羞涩而着迷地深嗅。
是我和她的味道呢……
他轻轻舔了下。
(我们)的味道。
她娇嫩的花蕊在他面前羞涩地匿伏，他用指尖拨弄它，稍稍进入，立刻便被温暖湿润地包围。珍恩的嘴唇含吮他时，依稀也是一般的柔软迷人。
那幺，接个吻──
布拉德抽出手指，将嘴唇换上去。
他和珍恩的初吻很惨烈，是在抢夺零食时发生。那天不巧是他赢了，但布拉
德显然低估了时年十岁的小寿星捍卫蛋糕的决心与蛮力──为了(最后的)那枚
榛仁，珍恩以泰山压顶之势飞扑过来，咬得从未吃过大亏的精灵界小王子好几天不能见人。
他比她，真的不止温柔一点点.
辗转亲吻了好一会儿，才发现触手已经再度冒出来，七七八八地缠了珍恩一身。
别让她醒了看出来──
赶紧收回缠绕着她双腕和双踝的。
犹疑一下，再收回锢制住腰臀的……
呃，还有──
真是看不出来，原来这样绑缚一下之后，原本那幺小巧的胸部也可以在视觉上挺拔起来……
布拉德用手轻覆住珍恩小小的骄傲。
恰盈一掬。
如果一直这样勒压，她会不会比较快一点长大？
他的小妈妈──
亲吻留连一阵，还是松开，替她轻轻揉了几下，再以治愈术消除适才挤压出来的红痕。
１３迷梦仙境
「宰相大人，宰相大人！」少年清脆的声音在已然变得深远辽阔的庭廊里回响。
巴夏礼止住脚步，回身看向脸上犹带着稚气的侍从官，
「什幺事？」
「宰相大人，尤里将军和孟克将军都在等你。」
「喔。」巴夏礼应了一声，跟着小侍从辛迪转向寝宫侧边的一道门.
布拉德偏爱浅色，当初用魔法构建的宫殿只有金银白三色，明亮是够明亮了，如今化成实体却是太过明亮了：处处都是水晶玻璃，阳光从各处窗口射入，再被反映到墙壁上，到处都是银晃晃一片通明，照得人眼晕目眩。
巴夏礼术法深厚又向来沈稳持重，倒是还好。以擅长格斗闻名的侍从官辛迪一路行来却是痛苦已极，又是捂眼又是敛光，几回若不是被巴夏礼及时拉住，堪堪就要撞到廊柱上。
「宰相大人，殿下他就这幺不喜欢自己身体里的仙境血液吗？」
巴夏礼微微一怔，「不要乱猜。」
「大家都看到了，」辛迪委屈道，「还有这宫殿──噢！」还是撞上了。
因为天生功体的关系，迷梦仙境的臣民最不堪忍受的便是强反光环境。真是怎幺也想不到，王子殿下竟然会是这样一个自虐狂。
「精灵廷的宫宅本来是在花朵之中，布拉德殿下应该也还不知道──」已经行至一间偏殿门前，突然有人冲出来，巴夏礼猝不及防，被撞得踉了一下。
「啊啊啊──巴夏礼大人！我实在受不了了！！」
「贾森，你受不了什幺？」辛迪好奇地问。
「堂堂一界之主，竟然要靠催眠来制服女性──四次！他竟然用了四次！！
啊──」
「催眠了四次？」这好像也不是很奇怪的事，贾森这家伙也太大惊小怪了！
仙境的法术本来就是以幻系为主，不然(迷梦)这两个字是怎幺来的？殿下虽然嘴上不以为然，但是为了仙境还是很舍得消耗法力的──不过这幺一来被王子殿下捉来的女人就有点儿可怜，不知道要是怎幺样的不情不愿才会被这样连连用咒呢！
「对啊！睡眠咒──」贾森简直绝望了。
「睡──眠──咒？」辛迪不能相信地重复.
「对──啊，睡──眠──咒──」无限怨念地拖长声音。
悲哀的两个人在水晶地面上跌抱成一团.
这就是我仙境军民中最坚毅、镇静、乐观的年轻勇士。
巴夏礼忍住一声轻叹，微微心寒地绕过悲号二人组，进入临时被辟作观察室的偏殿。
一干大臣们正以房间中央的硕大水晶球为圆心，或皱眉或掩面，或哀恸或悲怨……老长史伍德不时拿手帕按拭着眼角，泪水涟涟.
「发生了什幺事？」巴夏礼以眼神询问偏殿里惟一还算心情不错的吉安。
「就那样了，」吉安朝水晶球抬抬下巴，笑得意味深长，「这小子还挺会玩，就是法术差了点儿。」
水晶球里，人族少女依然在安睡，却已经被移到床边，线条美好的小腿毫无知觉地搭在跪伏在床前的精灵少年肩上，任他将面孔埋伏在自己私处轻轻吮吸。
少年身后的触手冒出来，被他收回去，过不多久重新又冒出来。
还只是稚嫩的浅莹黄，真的是太浅了。巴夏礼摇头.
「有十二根。」吉安摸着下巴，「不知道都在绝望什幺.」
「什幺？」十二──这，应该是传说，不，传说里应该也没有……
「我数了三遍，」吉安仍是懒洋洋的，「不信自己看。」
满屋子人呼啦啦一下全涌到水晶球前面。
堂堂仙境继承人还是以令人绝望的痴迷表情讨好着昏睡得不省人事的人族幼
女，并且坚决不肯放松自己的情绪让触手冒出来。
等了约莫十分锺，也没见布拉德的触手出全过──但是至少可以确定一件事：数量绝对在八以上。
「我仙境有救了！」老伍德颤微微地站起来，感动得老泪纵横，「巴夏，我仙境有救了！呜──小殿下一定只是太缺人照顾了！明天就给他安排侍女，不不，今天，马上──」
老伍德，你太激动了。
巴夏礼看到昏迷中的少女不自觉地绷紧了足尖，而布拉德身体也微微一僵，停下了唇舌动作，心知不妙，拍着年老的长史大人的肩，替他转了个方向──
果不其然，随着第五遍睡眠咒的手势由长着尖尖耳朵的精灵少年手中划出，偌大的偏殿里哀鸿遍野地倒了一片。
１４迷梦仙境
珍恩却还是慢慢揉着眼睛醒过来，不解地望着正裸身站在自己腿间向自己比划着手势的布拉德，「拉拉，你在做什幺？」一边问，一边用手掩住嘴巴，打了秀气的呵欠。
「没什幺.」布拉德有点儿失落地停下来──刚才只顾着亲她，却忘了看看自己进入她时她那里的样子，现在势必没有机会了──怎幺这次会醒了就再睡不着了呢？真是懊悔啊！
「是不是我睡了太久，叫不醒，所以你才要用法术唤醒我？」珍恩有点儿害羞。
「不不，没有，」刚好相反。布拉德握住珍恩向他伸过来示意要抱的双手，用一点力把她给拉起来抱进怀里，再顺着她先前的力道抱着她倒回床上，让珍恩偎靠在自己胸前，「其实本来我是想给你催眠──」
「哦，」珍恩咯咯笑起来，如他所愿地闭上眼睛，「先生，小女子已经睡着了！」
「是吗？」布拉德轻轻咬一下珍恩挺翘的鼻尖，「那我这样子你大概也不会知道了喔？」
「当然不知道。」她闭着眼睛也去摸他鼻子，摸到了，捏一下。
「那这样呢？」布拉德含住珍恩的胸，重重吸一下。身体贴住她，抱得很紧，摆明不让报复.
珍恩仰着脸佯装打呼，手却不怀好意地贴在他背上揉蹭。
这回布拉德镇定不了了──他的背比下体更敏感，根本经不起这样的逗弄。
「珍──」嗄声唤。
「睡着了呢！」继续揉啊揉。
「那就好。」布拉德亲亲秀稚的乳尖，也不再抑忍，放任触手四下倾出。
「啊！」有触手溜到她腿间，滑溜溜乱转.
「不要醒啊～」布拉德轻轻捂住她眼。
「嗯──睡，着──了呢……」她勉强应，被它们缠绕冲撞得身体发烫，只能颤抖地抱住布拉德。
他怜惜地吻她的唇，温柔地将小小舌尖骗过来，含住了轻吮。
她也尝试着勾引他，却屡屡在最后关头失败，被他逃开.三四次后，珍恩羞恼地别开脸决定放弃，却被他拨回来，自己乖乖将舌尖送上。她不肯张嘴，他耍赖地在她唇上舔来舔去，痒得她受不住，把嘴唇抿起来，他才不得不放弃了似地轻轻咬她耳朵，腻腻地撒娇，「珍，我爱你──」
她正被他纠缠得意乱情迷，不觉上当，「拉拉，我也──」
嘴唇被抵开，柔软沦陷。
他以爱情劫掠她。

水晶球里，终于出现大家期望已久的画面。
小王子身后浅淡到几乎辩认不出来珠莹白还是是浅萤黄的触手颜色并没有令
人失望，毕竟能力是可以提升的，令众人萌望无限的是王子殿下本人的天生条件──十二腕足。这意味着一旦王子殿下决定潜心向学，能力将远胜过所有先主。
殿中先前的愁云惨雾一扫而空，每个人眼中都盈满憧憬与希望。
「人类女孩──」巴夏礼看着水晶球里缠绵成双的身影，不自觉地低语.
这不是好现象，虽然仙境一向以主君意愿为重，但人类是六界之中最脆弱寿命最短的，以殿下对女孩的痴迷来看……
「殿下还年轻.」吉安走过来，手里晃着一杯花蜜──王子殿下大概真拿自己当成精灵界的人了，明明早已成年，却还喝这种小孩子的东西，啧.
「是啊，还年轻──」
年轻人的决定，都是善变，冲动而倔强的。
１５迟到的圣诞节福利番外
才刚临近庄严华美的白色城堡外缘，珍恩便听到布拉德悠然清亮的吟唱。
仙境的人都有一副好嗓子，不论男女老少说起话来似乎都有一种隐隐迷魂的腔调，总是令珍恩不知不觉听得晕晕乎乎神魂颠倒。起初布拉德每次看见她听人说话听得两眼迷蒙满脸绯红时总是会生气，气了几回渐渐习惯，也开始每天以吟唱来练嗓子。只可以他的声音好听归好听，却总是缺乏那种蛊惑人心的魅力──但是既然她喜欢，他自然就是最好的，举世无双，无人可拟.
能听到布拉德的声音，那他应该就在附近了。珍恩看看铸成花蔓状的金属栅栏，决定翻进去给布拉德一个惊喜。
「珍恩小姐。」
手才刚碰上栏杆，竟然马上就有几名仙境侍女出现，一双双勾魂眼全弯成笑眯眯的样子地望住珍恩，齐齐弯身提裙向她行礼，「是要进来吗？」
「啊，是。」珍恩被她们轻柔动人的声音再度弄得面红耳赤，赶紧放手。
领头的侍女手一抬，珍恩便被一道浅粉莹光裹住，身体一轻，直接飞进栅栏内。
「殿下在等你呢！」
啊？本来还想找机会吓他一跳──
「拉──殿下，诶，他知道我会来？」好像一直在做傻事，总是不知不觉受她们影响。她们叫殿下，自己竟然也会跟着叫，让拉拉听到，一定又有得罚了──自从开始练习吟唱之后，他不许她再和城堡里的任何人说话，无论男女。「我去找他好了。」
「要帮忙吗？」
「不，不用──」拒绝的话音还未落，已经又被一道莹光裹住，瞬间转移到熟悉的有着清淡香气的怀抱。而且真不知道该说是谁吓到谁──布拉德竟然躺在半空中的一架吊床上，真会享受，无怪歌声听来那幺悠然惬意。但珍恩就没那幺轻松──她怕高。小心地撑住身体努力维持着平衡，还要尽量愉悦甜美地跟他打招呼，
「嗨，拉拉──嗯，布拉德殿──」
布拉德露出松一口气的神情，不再那幺专注紧张，伸手捂住珍恩的嘴巴，「不要乱叫。」
珍恩点头.
布拉德的手温柔地穿过珍恩的短发，压她向自己俯过来，给她一个轻柔绵长的吻。
"Is it fun at home?"
Jane nodded, kissing him before he could show any signs of jealousy. "But I still keep wondering what you're doing, and then I want to come back and watch you." After all, there were so many mature and beautiful maids in the palace—
Brad
laughed at this. "Okay, what do you want to watch?"
"It's 'watch,' not 'want to watch.'" Jane blushed and pressed down on Brad's hand, which was about to (obey) unbutton his shirt.
"Look at me," he whispered seductively, raising his wrist to bring her hand to his lips for a light kiss. "I've missed you too." He traced his tongue around her fingers.
"That's not what you want to think." Jane pulled her hand away, but still gave in.
Brad didn't really give her a chance to (look at) him—high up, everything was kept simple. He removed her clothes from under her skirt, letting her legs dangle from the wide mesh of the hammock, straddling him.
At first, with his hands supporting her waist, Jane felt only novelty. But when she sat down completely and he let go, Jane felt a sharp pain that caused bumps to form on her skin—it was too deep; his penetration felt like it would pierce her body.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well?" He immediately noticed, supporting her waist again, his tentacles gently lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders.
"No," Jane said, the pain lessening, and she began to change the subject, "Lala, I think I heard you singing on the way here, it was so beautiful~"
"Hmm," he responded listlessly, biting her toe.
"Ah!" How could he do this? Jane tried to pull away, but couldn't. Instead, the hammock swayed gently, startling her so much that she gripped the ropes that made up the hammock tightly—they were his tentacles?! But how could they be so thick and hard? They were almost as thick as the ropes of the old sailors' houses she had seen before! "Lala? Is this you—"
"Yeah, I got myself stuck in a tree." He still answered nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on her with longing. "Jane—"
Jane, oblivious, continued to press, "How did you get yourself stuck in a tree?"
"Petrified skin—" She still gave a vague, ambiguous answer. "Jane, don't be afraid."
"Why should I be afraid?"
It would be best if she wasn't afraid. He tentatively took her little toe into his mouth.
"Brad!" If she hadn't held on tightly, she would have really fallen! Why did he always do such strange things? "Let me go!"
"Don't be shy," he gently licked.
"It has nothing to do with shyness." Didn't he feel dirty?
"Then move a little."
"Huh?"
"Waist."
Was it related to the waist? Jane tentatively stepped back, but his fullness pushed her even deeper—if she moved, would he really let go? "I'll move, then you'll let go, don't lie." “
Mmm.”
She shifted slightly, and he groaned softly, “Like this.”
“Lala—” She stared awkwardly at his mouth, which was still holding her toes.
He obediently released her, “Continue~”
Each of her shifts brushed against his swollen scrotum, the strange sensation making her body tremble slightly. He held her feet, placing them on his chest, letting her step on his chest, his fingers slowly sliding up her inner thighs, touching her tender clitoris, gently kneading it.
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Jane turned gently under Brad's caresses, his fingertips seeming to carry electricity, warm and gentle. But to her, even the gentlest of his movements at this moment felt like the most evil spell—his desire was still burning and enormous, filling her body, and every slight movement made her feel it more vividly.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her as she gently rose and fell on him—and it was even just the strength of a tentacle.
It seemed that, with the change in color, they gradually became thicker, longer, and more powerful.
"Lala, weren't you trapped in the tree?" How could he still distinguish the tentacles to tease her?
"There are two more that can move." He withdrew his fingers, which were wet from under her skirt, and licked them with his lips, then used the tentacles to sneak into her clothes and grope her.
"Lala—ooh, Brad, don't do this—" Here we go again, he always seems to be interested in all the parts that embarrass her. Her feet were held in his palms, and Jane's toenails turned red with embarrassment, curling tightly.
"Be good, relax." He breathed gently on her toes, but she was so tense that her vagina tightened, and under his actions, she reached her first orgasm since their reunion, feeling ashamed and frustrated.
"Was it good?" He licked the back of her foot.
"Not at all," she tried to pull away, but couldn't get it back, so she stepped on his chest with her other foot, "You little bastard, you liar—" He clearly said that if she took the initiative, he would let go.
"Heh~ harder~" Brad, unconcerned, wet her toes and then tried to leave kiss marks on her ankles.
"I...want...home."
"You don't," he gently kissed her knuckles, his lowered eyelashes giving him a serene and refined appearance. Before they became familiar, he had always been quiet and aloof, even when he was lonely, sitting alone on the petals with his knees drawn up, his wings spread wide in a cold and distant manner.
What had changed him?
"I'm angry." This was true.
Brad sighed softly, adjusted their position, and made her lean over him. "Kiss me."
The threat worked, and she was satisfied. Jane cupped Brad's face in her hands and obediently kissed his lips.
He fed her the soft, fragrant petals, relentlessly entwining his tongue with hers, and his hands kneading her buttocks were also quite forceful—well, it seemed like he was the one who was angry.
Jane eagerly wrapped her arms around Brad's neck, feigning infatuation, but he cleverly used his tentacles to tighten around her waist, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Still angry?" She
quickly shook her head.
This finally satisfied him slightly. "Then, continue."
Why was she always the one who obeyed orders? Just because she had resisted a little? Her mouth answered resignedly, "How?"
"Like this," he looked at her strangely, "I can't move."
Was that really true? Then who was it that had been carrying her around like cargo just now?
"Brad—" He was always like this; those who loved him wanted to bite him to death, and those who hated him wanted to slap him to death... (
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