Buy The Marshal Omega Chapter 27
byThe landing point of a meteor ④
In the room, Rulong walked to his bed. On his bed was an Omega who was completely marked by him.
The two looked at each other in silence, Feinier leaned on the bedside, and Lu Rong found that his shirt was a bit too loose on Feinier, and the seams on his shoulders fell to his arms.
According to memories from a long time ago, Fenier was only a little shorter than him. Although Omega’s body was not as overly bulging and strong as Alpha’s, and was a bit slender and softer, a person who had been in the army for a long time would never be thin. He was healthy and strong, and would never be able to hold up a shirt.
Fenier lost a lot of weight.
Lu Rong took a few steps, walked around the bed, and walked to the space on the other side of the bedroom.He designated this area as a temporary office area so that he could handle things in his bedroom when he didn’t want to go out.
The desk was placed in the center, and on the wall behind it was a whole wine cabinet filled with wine he had collected in various galaxies. The wine bottles were dazzling and crystal clear under the light.
He raised his hand and took out one of the bottles, and then took two empty glasses from the cup holder, filling one with a sip and the other with half a cup.
The two cups were next to each other, with the walls touching each other. Lürong took the middle part and clamped the two cups firmly. He went behind the desk, dragged the chair to the bedside, sat down generously, and then handed the cup with only a small amount of wine to Fenier.
Fenier took the wine glass, held it in his hands, looked down at the clear wine, and then looked at Lu Rong. The bright water shined into his eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist, with a bit of doubt.
Lu Rong took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the spicy taste filled his lips and teeth. He raised his chin and motioned for Fenier to drink.
Fenier was really confused now.
He felt that he should be considered a patient. Is it really okay to drink?It would be troublesome to ask in writing, but he was probably in a dream. If he was in a dream, drinking a little would be fine.
He frowned and took a small sip, then his brows deepened and he took another tentative sip, licking his tongue across the roof of his mouth. He began to wonder and looked at Lu Rong.
Lu Rong smiled. His green eyes were like the aurora in the eternal night, changeable and gorgeous. He had short hair on the temples, but long tail. The sharp hair fell to his shoulders and neck, elegant and beautiful.
Fenier felt that his unclear sight added a soft halo to Lu Rong, making the Alpha in front of him too dazzling. He lowered his head again, and the shadow of his eyelashes covered his sight.
Lu Rong shook his wine and smiled as he recalled, “I have been to A311 before and bought this kind of wine there. It is said that ordinary people can only drink the usual taste of wine, but the feathered snake can taste the sweetness.”
Lu Rong leaned on the chair and looked at Fenier. He was very lazy, with a few strands of hair hanging in the air. The pink color was dyed into crystal white by the light, “I never know whether it is true or false.”
Fenier didn’t answer. He looked up at Lu Rong again. The faint sweetness in his mouth spread, spread into his throat, and swallowed into his stomach. He wanted to say “it’s true,” but his vocal cords were like sawed-off strings, unable to connect with his thoughts.
“Looking at your expression, I think it’s true.” Lu Rong smiled.
Perhaps because his smile was so contagious, Fenier couldn’t help but curl his lips, very vaguely, like a meteor in the sky, and the arc disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He turned the cup in his hand and held it casually with his other hand. He felt that the atmosphere had relaxed a little. When he looked at Finier, his expression gradually became serious, mixed with a little helplessness.
He found that when he stayed with Fenier, he always seemed to have to face sexual problems.
Last time it was an explosive estrus, this time it was a pheromone disorder.
Lu Rong put the cup aside, considered it and said, “Your glands have recovered a little, but the pheromone disorder still needs to be treated. You can’t be too stimulated now. I will take care of you and give you enough Alpha pheromone until you can tolerate other treatments.”
There was a long silence in the room, and Fenier was a little unsure of what he heard.
Lu Rong smiled helplessly, “Just…just like before, are you willing?”
There was a long silence. Under the quilt, the neat sheets were wrinkled by Fenier’s hands. He hesitated to speak and lowered his head in confusion, suspecting that he was about to have an unusual erotic dream.
This dream was not as straightforward as usual. It did not hesitate to pull him directly into the tide. Instead, it very implicitly asked for his opinion, or told him about what was about to happen, which actually made him a little uncomfortable.
Fenier was silent for a few seconds and nodded.
Lu Rong added: “After you recover, if you want to wash off the mark, or whatever, you can, I won’t interfere with you.”
Fenier shook his head subconsciously.
This is all he has.It was the only thing he made his own decision to get and keep.
Lu Rong was raising his head to drink all the wine in the wine glass, and did not see Feinier’s movements, but when he put down the wine glass, he met Feinier’s eyes.
The two of them looked at each other in silence. After saying what needed to be said, Lürong stood up and took away the cup from Fenier’s hand.He found that the mute Fenier was much better behaved, at least he would not raise the gun to kill him, but Fenier like this made him feel sad, as if he would rather have Fenier stand up and point the gun at him than talk to Fenier like this.
This feels strange, and Rürong can’t explain why.
He put the cup in the self-cleaning cabinet and returned to the bed. There were still a few hours before it was time to get up. “It’s too late. Let’s rest.”
He walked around to the side away from Finier and got on the bed. When he was about to lie down, he found Finier looking at him, a little nervous, as if he was waiting anxiously.
Lu Rong put his hands on the bed and looked at Fenier sideways, “Not tonight, just sleeping.”
Fenier’s Adam’s apple slipped, feeling very embarrassed. His body was like a dead tree, stuck stiffly on the ground, and he wanted to continue to pass out.
Lu Rong looked at him with a teasing smile, “Are you already looking forward to it?”
Fenier:…
Fenier felt that his reason had died early. He would rather have a straightforward dream and get to the point directly, instead of hanging him in front of the topic and teasing him repeatedly. At the same time, he was very angry about why he couldn’t move and was so passive.
Fortunately, it is a dream, so go to sleep.
Lu Rong observed a series of subtle changes in Fenier’s expressions from the sidelines. He was fascinated and fascinated, and finally asked: “So, can you sleep?”
Fenier nodded slowly and relaxed a lot when he looked at Lu Rong, but he soon found that he couldn’t lie down, his legs became a burden and he couldn’t move.
Lu Rong naturally discovered Fenier’s dilemma and said, “I’m offended.”
He came closer, picked up Finier through the quilt, and laid him down on the bed. The scent of pheromones blended in an instant, and the faint floral fragrance blended harmoniously into the smell of mint. The two of them swallowed at the same time.
Finier turned his head stiffly, and the dried flowers on the bedside table broke into his field of vision. His poor eyesight turned the dried flowers into ridiculous and messy color blocks, but he did not dare to look back.
Lu Rong’s pheromones were so stimulating that he even felt like he was about to react. Fortunately, he was now hemiplegic and couldn’t feel anything, so he didn’t have to be embarrassed about reacting.
Turning his head, the joints in Fenier’s throat became more prominent. Lu Rong stared at his undulating Adam’s apple. The white bulge was right in front of him, and his mouth went dry.
I couldn’t stand it anymore and got hard again.
The highly matched pheromones are indeed irresistibly attractive.
Lu Rong silently let go of Feinier, pulled up the quilt for him, returned to the other side of the bed, covered him with another quilt, and lay down with his back to Feinier, trying to eliminate the influence of the jade-white bulge on him.
It obviously failed.
He entered a ridiculous dream, and the white Adam’s apple became the theme of the dream, rising and falling in front of him, swallowing, rising and falling with the ups and downs of his body. He wanted to force himself not to look at that place, but no matter where he looked, he could see the raised niche from different angles and the lines of sweat slowly sliding down the skin texture.
It made him want to touch, trace, bite hard, and do all the excessive things to that place, but he couldn’t reach it, so he was ignited, and the sparks fell into the hay, heating up Lu Rong’s entire dream.
The chaotic dream was very hot, forcing Lu Rong to wake up from the cold darkness. He raised his hand to his eyes, and later realized that he was dreaming about those nights when he was completely marked ten years ago. This had not happened for a long time.
The object of the dream was right next to him, and the light mint-flavored pheromones filled the air, invading his boundaries little by little.The other person must have known nothing about his dream. He had never thought that even embarrassment could be lonely.
But luckily it’s lonely.
Lu Rong glanced at the time and realized that it had only been two weeks since he went to bed. He turned to look at Fenier next to him, and saw that the other person was in the same posture as before, lying on his back, holding the quilt in his hands, with stiff movements and short breathing, obviously pretending to be asleep.
Lu Rong didn’t expose Fenier’s pretending to be asleep. He got up and went to the bathroom.
As soon as Lu Rong left, Fenier, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He looked at another pillow on the bed. The center was sunken. The person who had just fallen asleep had left, but Alpha’s pheromones did not disappear so quickly. The faint floral fragrance still enveloped him.
He couldn’t sleep, so he just spent a long time staring at Lu Rong’s blurred back.
He thought that since he would probably never open his eyes again when he closed them, and everything in front of him was just an illusion before death and would eventually disappear, it would be better to take one more look.
In fact, he had long been prepared for the end. Every time before he went out to fight for Shane, he thought it was the last time and he might not come back again. However, the God of Luck always favored him and allowed him to return from death and go farther and higher.
But this time was different. When his gender was revealed, when Shane insisted on agreeing to the marriage, he knew that the god of luck would no longer favor him. The old and rotten wounds of the empire finally rotted into the muscles and bones. This was a known and destined death. He had long seen that Kulkan was destined to perish, and he would be the last straw.
The empire’s political system is only suitable for interstellar civilizations in the reclamation stage. Power is concentrated to facilitate rapid development.
Today’s comprehensively developed interstellar is no longer suitable for such a centralized government. Centralization will restrict the development of the interstellar. Therefore, the empire is destined to perish, and differentiation is the future. However, the position he was born in destined him to disappear with the empire.
The only thing he could do was to send his mother and brother away.He chose to become a prisoner and stall for time. As long as he could get the Alliance to give up the pursuit, he could get the final victory that belonged to him, not the Empire.
He had done enough for others, and in the last moment he hoped to have the quiet and peace that belonged to him.
But this long night passed, and he was still lying here. If it was a dream, it seemed too long, and he gradually realized that something was wrong.
He longs for some way to judge whether his situation is a dream or reality. Others may choose to use pain to stimulate themselves, but this method is useless to him.
The pain had been bothering him for a long time.
Since he was forced to stop the gland treatment, pheromone disorder occurred as expected, and the dry glands caused frequent pain. For others, such pain may be unbearable, but for him, he can endure it as long as he doesn’t say it, and no one wants to hear him talk about the pain.
Then he fell into the hands of the Alliance, and the long and harsh torture put him into stress. The concealed identity of the Quetzalcoatl was exposed in a more thorough way. Everything Yunguang did to him made him feel pain even in his dreams.
The pain could no longer wake him up, it would only make him even more unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. Just like now, he could still feel the pain in his lower limbs and glands, always and everywhere, like a shadow, like being cut repeatedly by a blade. The flowing blood turned into sulfuric acid, further corroding his decaying body.
Pain made up every part of his life, so much so that when he tried to find clarity in the pain, he found no way.
I don’t know if it was because I was thinking about pain-related issues, but the pain on my glands suddenly felt like an open box. A numbing and trembling sting came from the dry glands, accompanied by waves of strange heat.
Fenier was in a trance and had not yet noticed anything unusual about himself. He twisted his neck with great effort, his eyes inadvertently swept across the empty room, and he suddenly paused.
In the darkness not far away, the door leading to the bathroom opened at some point. The dim light shined from the door, turning the floor into a warm color. Lu Rong stood in the warm color, wearing a bathrobe, looking at him from a distance.
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