The long iron chain surrounded Conlin's two arms and controlled his body.
Conlin struggled, growled, and his lip brushed Athach's lips.
The soft lips, as well as the clear medicinal fragrance emanating from her body, made him pause slightly.
But soon, Conlin struggled again, with great strength.
The length of the iron chain was not enough. Athach used her arms to encircle half of his body.
When he struggled, Athach's arm ached, and her strength was was no bigger than bigger than his, so he would soon be free.
If he broke free, it was hard to subdue him again.
Athach looked at Conlin, and then she kissed his lips. Her tiny pink tongue pried open his lips and teeth and burst in ...
He said she was sweet, and he should like it.
He liked her smell, so he should calm down.
Athach let go of the chain, hugged him with her own hands, and then kissed him her heart.
Conlin only felt that the world of fire and blood seemed to have a cold and sweet smell, gradually suppressing him.