The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 277: Jian x Yang: Orgasmic — R18

Chapter 277: Jian x Yang: Orgasmic — R18

It was like nothing he had ever felt before.

It. Was. Orgasmic.

He was inching toward another release, the seed from the last round still hot against his abs. A mix of his own release and Jian’s.

Then without warning, a third finger joined in at his entrance without any difficulty. There was more than enough room to move and continue the journey to completion.

The slight change in sensation made Xuan Yang fidget a bit, but the movement continued and he wasn’t opposed. His body was craving release.

Another long lick—a trail that left him battling a trial to remain sane.

"Hmmmm!" Xuan Yang moaned, barely keeping his voice from breaking. His mind was far gone at this point.

"Ready..." A gruff voice from below came without notice, thick and coated with lust. A voice Xuan Yang still registered even in his unfocused state.

That grumbling, sexy voice was his Xuan Jian. His Xuan Jian who willingly took all of him. His Xuan Jian who looked so tempting in their intimate moments. His Xuan Jian who would ride him, bear him, match him with the deep rumbling lust with every note and word from his lips.

Xuan Yang’s mind was filled with his Xuan Jian, his Jian, when suddenly, the building pressure stopped, and there was no longer a tantalizing wetness trailing along his jade sword.

The fingers filling him up had stopped their paced and practiced motion, the rubbing against the throbbing spot within him had ceased.

He felt hollow. Empty. Filled with a yearning.

Xuan Yang wanted to ask what had happened. ’Why had the pleasure stopped?’

Then he felt a burning hot object, hotter than the tongue up against his entrance. His mind was still hazy, but he knew what was happening, and he welcomed it.

Soon after, a curved red tipped jade blade shot into Xuan Yang’s entrance, the pain he imagined didn’t come. Only a fullness he never felt before overtook him.

A hot, pulsating stretching fullness. And the barely controlled groans of his lover as they adjusted to the new feelings overwhelming them both.

"Huuuh,"

"Mhhhmmm,"

"Ughhh,"

"Mmmm,"

It happened an inch at a time, but it was only when Xuan Jian was fully sheathed that Xuan Yang fully registered the foreign object inside him.

The warmth of Jian’s length.

The sword slowly advanced, bent on bringing him an unimaginable pleasure. The lubricant in and around Xuan Yang’s entrance worked well, smoothing the first impact, and paving the way for this journey.

But something Xuan Yang hadn’t taken into account drove him over the edge. The curve!

The curve of Xuan Jian’s jade sword was wicked. Talented. Perfect. Too much.

It grazed against that throbbing part just inside and up past Xuan Yang’s entrance. The place Jian had been stroking with his fingers.

It was entirely too much.

"Ahhnn!"

"Ugh!"

"Hmm."

Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang were both clearly affected, one openly holding back screams now and the other groaning with his eyes rolled back.

Xuan Jian swallowed his saliva as he watched the sweat drip down his lover, and his body glisten under his gaze.

Xuan Yang’s jet black hair had become a mess under his ministrations. The sight of it, cascading like a silk waterfall over his shoulders, against the silk of the bedding, framing that enchanting face.

It was perfect.

The ebony curtain framed his face with a touch of disheveled elegance, a visual treat unraveling the emotions and desires that had been concealed beneath Xuan Jian’s usual calm.

He gripped Xuan Yang’s waist, the soft elastic skin pressed against his palm as the man underneath him tightened unbearably. "Relax," he whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.

This was Xuan Yang’s first time. He needed to keep reminding himself of that fact.

Still, the kiss was sweet. He sucked away the slight panic in Xuan Yang’s eyes, bringing him back to that comfortable and pliant state. All the while adjusting his position inside the warm body of his lover.

Xuan Yang was rooted firmly against the bed. Pinned by Jian’s strong waist. With a burst of strength, he reached out and grabbed at his lovers ass, stroking at the small amount of scales scattered there.

Xuan Jian had a few scales that would make themselves known when he was aroused. His weren’t a permanent fixture like Xuan Yang’s but they were just as sensitive. Their silver-grey sheen enticing something in Xuan Yang.

Lust?

Perverted tendencies?

Either way, it felt like something he learned from Xu Feng. Something very unbecoming and bold.

He wanted more, but he wouldn’t let Xuan Jian off the hook.

His fingers went from gripping the firm round buttocks, to trailing the path from between Xuan Jian’s entrance to the sacks below his jade sword, caressing the scales that had materialized lightly and slowly.

"Ugh," Xuan Jian groaned loudly as his own entrance twitched. Xuan Yang wasn’t playing fair. He could play this game too.

The sword sheathed in Xuan Yang’s body was growing more engorged. It was already thick, but it grew more happy with the teasing.

Xuan Jian thrust in and out in a sharp motion. He was going to take his time, but a certain young master had pushed him too far. His reasoning was gone.

It had flown to a far off place somewhere in the void.

"Yess,"

"Mahhh,"

"Ahhnnn!"

Xuan Jian thrust in and out with a sharp but rhythmic motion, dozens of times with a steady and vigorous pace. The entrance had transformed from an entrance until it mirrored a rosebud. One to match Xuan Yang’s beautiful, dripping jade sword. It was bright, rosy, red, and swollen.

The lubricant worked overtime, softening the rampage for Xuan Yang. Fluids seeped out between thrusts making wet sounds with each plunge.

*Squelch

*Squish

*Splash

*Squelch

With the next thrust, Xuan Jian suddenly gripped Xuan Yang tighter. Their eyes stayed locked and the sweat between Xuan Jian’s brows pooled as he concentrated on the throbbing spot inside Xuan Yang.

This was still his first time. Xuan Jian was consumed with lust, and was egged on by the young master, but he would make this experience good for both of them.

They would release together, or as close to it as he could manage. Xuan Yang had already been close for some time, the unshed tears in the dark eyes driving Jian to the edge.

It was time.