The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 220: Without Restraint — R18

Chapter 220: Without Restraint — R18

At this point in time, after ’dying’ via overheating in his original zombie infested world and months after transmigrating into this ancient cultivation parallel universe with a third gender, Xu Feng had learned one thing for sure.

That one thing: Threesomes will not fix problems in a relationship or lead to the perfect relationship.

Okay, maybe more had been learned in the last few months, but a poly relationship was hard like any other relationship, but also nice in its own way. Instead of one lover to share his everything with, Xu Feng now had two.

There would be a whole lifetime to share the secrets he was willing to be open with—maybe one day that would be all of them—and maybe Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang would feel the same way about theirs.

But for now, Xu Feng was happy enough to share his desires with both his lovers. He had more than enough to go ’round, and so did both his husbands.

"Hmmmm."

Soft moonlight filtered through the gauzy window paper, casting a gentle glow across the room. The walls danced with the few shadows of the waning candles placed haphazardly in a few corners of the large bedroom, seeming to revel in the energy filling the area.

"...Ji-wan...ahnn...." (Jian, ahn)

A king sized bed, adorned with modern decorations, stood as the centerpiece of the lively room. This central point had three bodies nestled together, moving in a passionate harmony.

"Ahm."

For those born of an immortal lineage gifted with a keen sense of smell, three distinct fragrances wove together in a surprising masterpiece.

The robust essence of sandalwood intertwined with the crisp purity of mountain air, appearing to take the lead, while a cedarwood aroma, laced with hints of citrus, provided a sturdy foundation, enhancing the sandalwood’s presence.

Yet, there was a jasmine and sandalwood fusion that cleverly masqueraded as a subtle addition but, in reality, reigned supreme. Its artful entanglement with the other two scents birthed an enchanting and irresistible concoction, a newfound essence that surpassed the sum of its parts.

This final scent was a center, a glue to bring the first two together in a new way. Not necessary, but powerful when fused.

Unfortunately for the writhing Xu Feng, he didn’t feel like a powerhouse bringing anyone together. He felt more like the monkey in the middle.

"Maaahhh...Uhmm..."

He was positioned with his knees and palms against the bed, his bed, in a pony position with Xu Jian mounting him from behind. The thoroughly heated up iceberg bore into him rhythmically, consistently thrusting and withdrawing at a practiced pace.

In. Turn. Out. In. Turn. Out.

In. Turn. In. Out. In. Turn. In. Out.

In. Turn. Out. In. Turn. Out.

From behind the practiced rhythm and powerful thrust were enough to send Xu Feng to the next level of pleasure, but then there was Xuan Jian’s secret weapon, the curve of his jade sword that stroked places that made Xu Feng shiver uncontrollably.

The curve was a blessing and a curse. One that Jian seemed to learn how to use rather quickly. From their first time together till this very moment, with each session, there was always an improvement.

At this point the "turns" in Jian’s motions were the new addition.

As he entered Xu Feng’s wet entrance, he would glide past that special spot that made a man’s knees weak, then once he reached the wet, now welcoming birthing canal, Jian’s turns had Xu Feng on the edge of blackout.

The pleasure was so intense and threatened to knock him unconscious.

"Yeee...hhhh!!!"

As Jian moved with determination, his voice mingled with the muffled moans of the ger trapped in the middle. Deep grunts added to Xu Feng’s experience. "Ugh. Feng. Feng Feng."

While Xuan Yang was usually quiet the mood of the night, and the new experience had him moaning. Less audible than the other two, but Xu Feng heard the man above him even as he tried to repress his voice.

Even in the heat of the moment, Xuan Yang was controlled. The concern in his eyes eclipsed with the pleasure. This was Xu Feng’s first successful oral adventure with his nominal husband...

To be fair, at this point, Xuan Yang was doing all the work. Both Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang were doing all the work. While Xu Feng was still "upright," he was only able to stay that way because of the two immortal blood carriers physically holding him up.

Xuan Jian, thrust into him from behind, all while gripping at his waist with one hand and the other stroking at his upper body and providing support simultaneously.

"Hmmmm," Xu Feng couldn’t help but whimper as he gazed up into Xuan Yang’s eyes and the man moaned in response.

"Uhhh," the scene of his lover and his "wife." The scene of his wife, mouth full of him. Of his "little snake," it was too much.

Xu Feng’s flushed face and watery eyes perfectly framed the image of his length, moving in and out of the ger’s beautiful pouty lips. Strands of silver dotted the image as Xu Feng’s body shook in response to both his and Xuan Jian’s motions.

They almost mirrored each other at either end of their Feng Feng. Filling him up to the brim.

How had they made love before this? It seemed too hard to recall in the midst of the passionate haze they were in.

Xuan Yang held the back of Xu Feng’s head with one hand, using it to guide his wife to the base of his sword, and then back to the tip. He used the other hand to help stabilize himself and Xu Feng when and where needed.

The strain against the...his ger’s throat was driving him insane. The imprint of himself inside his lover, was always addictive driving him to move deeper and deeper. He was glad they started slow, even if now he knew his lover could recover quickly, he still didn’t want to cause him pain.

The slow and frustrating ministrations were worth it. It felt almost as good in Xu Feng’s upper entrance as it did in his lower one.

Xu Feng was talented. Very talented.