The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 606: Between a Dragon and a Snake—R18

Chapter 606: Between a Dragon and a Snake—R18

"Hahhh!" Xu Feng let out the air he was barely holding onto, making his lungs feel painfully empty.

The heat wrapped around his length, trailing all the way to the base of his smaller head. He could feel Xuan Yang’s breath tickling his lower abdomen; all the while, his tongue moved continuously, alternating between fast and slow.

It was like the snake was savoring a small prey in his mouth, wanting to swallow, but not willing to lose the thrill so quickly. Xuan Yang was a tease, this was known, well known even. But, Xu Feng felt his mind going white around the edges. Again.

Not good.

Focus was hard. So very hard. Nearly as hard as his jade sword. ’Phallus. Penis. Dick. Willie. Manhood. Pecker. Weenie. Shaft. Cock. Male genitalia, well, ger genitalia. Peter. Tool. Johnson. Schlong. Wood. Rod. Male sexual organ. Ger sexual organ. Wang. Knob....’

It was working, the world seemed a little less hazy around the edges. What were some other words for his little friend?

’Giggle stick. Love whistle. DNA rifle. Weiner. Joystick. Pocket Rocket. Sausage. Whanger. Thing. Thang. Peen. Disco Stick. Middle leg. Equipment. Third leg. Krull the warrior king... Cucumber—’

Xu Feng was absurdly proud of himself. It was working so well; he wasn’t going to go all soft in the head and joints like he had the night before. He could actually participate with both Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang.

As he heard Xuan Jian’s light voice, Xu Feng’s list of pet names for his little head was temporarily interrupted. "What are you thinking?" He asked patiently, but with a rough edge to his voice.

"You aren’t focused at all."

"Little Snake—" Xu Feng continued with a small smile on his lips.

"We need to stretch you out—" Xuan Jian seemed to be answering back after pulling himself together a bit more, his voice becoming a bit clearer, but only a little bit. But a certain ger was still practicing his new skill.

"Fire hose. Mickey. Nether rod...." Xu Feng seemed to realize he was now chanting out loud and that the attention on his lower half had paused to listen to his mantra...

"Umm..." He looked between the man between his legs and the one slightly to the side. Both were looking at him quizzically, but not quite like he had a second head... or a third head. It was like they had already accepted his special performances.

Now, it was a debate whether they would try to decipher his list or continue on as planned. It didn’t take too much time, and neither man needed to speak; sharing a few glances was enough to come to their conclusion.

The snake went back to the ’giggle stick’ he had been lavishing his attentions on for a quick kill. He would let the prey get away from him. It was impossible.

As Xu Feng subconsciously began to brace himself for what was to come, he heard movement against a heavy wooden box. The box had already been withdrawn. They’d used some of the toys the night before.

Xu Feng hadn’t reverted to an untouched flower; no, his chrysanthemum flower didn’t have that function. But they had noticed that it was more painful taking his snake since he had been back, not to mention his stamina in this forte was a bit lacking.

Before he could linger too long on what Xuan Jian had picked out of his toy box and how they would use it, a tongue—a forked tongue at that—sent shivers down his spine once again.

Toes touching the bedding with heels in the air, Xu Feng seemed to thrust in the air as he automatically tried to levitate his entire body. Maybe one really could reach immortality through ’dual cultivation.’

The sensation of the forked tongue, gently playing with the tip of his head was so light but intentional. Xuan Yang wasn’t playing nice-ish anymore. He knew what made Xu Feng lose his mind, and he was employing them all at once.

From the transformation of his tongue to the heavy focus urethra, he was not giving Xu Feng a way out at all.

Xu Feng didn’t know how he had fallen in love with such a cruel friend. Such a handsome, cruel man.

Even in the haze of pleasure, Xu Feng couldn’t help but be drawn into the abyss of those dark eyes—intense, consuming, locked onto him with a hunger that made his breath hitch. Silky black hair spilled over his thighs, a deviation against his skin, framing the face of the man who had him completely undone.

Xuan Yang was beautiful, yes. Not in the delicate, fleeting way of a painting, but in a raw, undeniable way—male, beautiful, and utterly shameless in his desire. His expression held a scholar’s intelligence, a predator’s patience, and something far more wicked beneath the surface.

Xu Feng barely had time to breathe before the depraved scholar’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile—one that didn’t pause in its sinful work.

That was all it took.

The dim glow from the snow piled high outside their residence spilled through the frost-kissed window, casting a pale shimmer across Xu Feng’s form. Even in the dead of winter, his body glowed with heat, his skin dewed with sweat despite the frigid world beyond the thick walls of their estate.

His silver hair, disheveled and wild, fanned out across the plush bedding like liquid moonlight, strands clinging to the flushed skin of his face and neck. The opposition was striking—an ethereal beauty caught in the throes of something beyond reason.

His brown eyes, darkened by something raw and unrestrained, flickered beneath heavy lids, the small red mole at the center of his forehead standing out like a beacon against his skin.

His lips—pink, plump, and parted—shuddered on a breathless moan, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. The tension in his body trembled, every muscle taut beneath the weight of sensation as he convulsed, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang could and would do nothing but watch, entranced, as their husband came undone—a vision of devastating allure, dangerously beautiful even in his most vulnerable moments.

But it wasn’t over. One release was just that, one release of many.

That was how his men liked to play.

Xu Feng had become friendly with his old toys since he’d returned to Nanshan Estate. Not because he didn’t enjoy some one on one... two-on-one... uh, some special time with his men, but because with more people demanding their attentions at home, it was harder to find time they could all fully relax. Without interruptions.

The toys that were hand-picked by Xuan Jian had a lot of sentimental value, and he was already pretty handy at helping himself reach and exceed completion with them. When he’d first returned, they’d ’danced,’ but not quite as vigorously as in the past.

Was it because he was out of practice? Was it because they both could sense he couldn’t ’dance the dance?’ Or was it because he wasn’t putting out pheromones like it was his divine-given right to pollute their airways?

Whatever the reason was, their joined "spicy sleep" life was completely bearable, but the increased restraint wasn’t doing it for him. Not because Xu Feng was insatiable, no, it was because he knew he wasn’t fully satisfying his partners—at least not to the best of his abilities.

When he was exhausted or not in the mood, what they did was their business. But when he was raring to go, and so were they, he wanted all three of them to feel satisfied, doted on, and indulged.

As so the winter sports began in earnest.

Xuan Yang exhaled slowly, steadying himself as he pulled away, his movements fluid despite the lingering heat between them. Without a word, he cleaned himself up cleanly savoring the small afterglow of his lover beneath him, the warmth of the room making the task easier despite the freezing world outside.

Xuan Jian shifted seamlessly into his place, his selected toys moving with him, dark grey eyes glinting with anticipation as he settled over Xu Feng, who was still trembling, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

Xu Feng’s nipples were flushed and perky fruit, begging to be touched between the strands of silver hair encasing them. Both men seemed to be drawn to the fruit but decided against plucking them too early. They were very sensitive, and Xu Feng’s stamina wasn’t inexhaustible.

Xu Feng barely had time to process the change before he felt another presence beside him, something warm and solid pressing against his side.

Xuan Yang.

Unlike before, the air around him wasn’t charged with the sharp, almost predatory intensity he carried. This time, it was softer—gentler. He positioned himself comfortably next to Xu Feng, one arm resting against the pillows as he gazed down at his husband, an indulgent expression flickering across his sharp features.

Without thinking too deeply, he leaned in.

His lips barely ghosted over the corner of Xu Feng’s eye, the touch featherlight but lingering—devotion in the simplest of gestures.

Xu Feng, still dazed, barely registered the movement before he felt the warmth of a familiar hand curl around his own, fingers intertwining.

By the time he turned his head slightly, he caught the expression on Xuan Yang’s face.

A smile—soft, pampering, and entirely unlike the cold, calculating demeanor he wore in front of others.

Xu Feng blinked at him, his lips parting slightly, but before he could say anything, Xuan Jian chuckled lowly from above.

"I think we should continue with a bigger toy."