Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 365: NSFW 3

Chapter 365: NSFW 3

AN: All of you line up for some holy water. We will all need it after this hehehe.

The two figures on the bed where still driven by raw lust. They had themselves entangled in a web of carnal pleasures with no restraint.

With a swift move, Han Xin flipped Xiang Yu onto his back, his strong arms pinning the man down. Han Xin’s eyes gleamed with a wild hunger, and a smile played on his lips as he gazed upon his conquest. Xiang Yu, caught off guard by the sudden change in position, felt a rush of excitement, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Han Xin positioned himself between Xiang Yu’s legs, his muscular thighs pressing against the softer flesh of his man. His breath was hot and heavy, mingling with Xiang Yu’s as they exchanged heated kisses. Han Xin’s hands travelled down, gripping Xiang Yu’s slender hips, guiding him to the perfect angle for penetration.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Han Xin entered Xiang Yu, claiming his body with each inch he plunged into him. Xiang Yu gasped, his eyes widening at the sensation of being filled so completely. Han Xin’s cock, thick and throbbing stretched him wide. The pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but Xiang Yu craved more, his body yearning for the fullness only Han Xin could provide.

As Han Xin began to thrust, the rhythm was slow at first, allowing Xiang Yu to adjust to the invasion. His legs wrapped around Han Xin’s waist, pulling him closer and urging him to go deeper. Han Xin obliged, his hips moving with increasing urgency, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through Xiang Yu’s body. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a primal melody that fueled their desire.

Xiang Yu’s moans grew louder, his head tossing from side to side as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. Han Xin’s hands gripped his thighs, holding them firmly in place as he pounded into him with abandon. The sheets beneath them were a tangled mess, damp with sweat and the evidence of their passion.

Han Xin’s lips found Xiang Yu’s neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He left a trail of marks, claiming Xiang Yu as his own. His hands clutched at Han Xin’s shoulders, his fingernails digging into the man’s flesh, leaving behind faint crescents.

"You are mine," Han Xin growled into Xiang Yu’s ear, his voice hoarse with desire. His pheromones enveloped Xiang Yu, clouding his senses further and driving him to the brink of madness. Xiang Yu felt his control slipping away, his mind drowning in a sea of pleasure and submission.

The pace quickened, Han Xin’s hips moving in a relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into Xiang Yu’s willing hole. His body trembled, his muscles clenching around Han Xin’s shaft, milking him with each contraction. Han Xin’s breath came in sharp gasps, his eyes rolling back as he fought against the tide of his own orgasm.

Xiang Yu couldn’t hold back any longer. The combination of Han Xin’s thrusts, the marks on his neck, and the possessive words whispered in his ear pushed him over the edge. With a strangled cry, he tightened his legs around Han Xin’s waist, his hands gripping the man’s neck as his body convulsed in a powerful climax. Hot jets of cum shot from his throbbing cock, painting their bodies with evidence of his release.

Han Xin felt Xiang Yu’s orgasm, the tight grip of his muscles milking his own release. With a primal grunt, he emptied himself into Xiang Yu, his seed spilling into the condom. How he wished he hadn’t used it. At least then Xiang Yu would be drowning in his pheromones which would deter others. Their bodies moved in sync, riding the waves of pleasure until they were both spent, lying in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

As their breathing slowed, Han Xin rolled onto his side and asked Xiang Yu, "Lie on your belly." Xiang Yu was especially obedient. He rolled over and lay on his stomach. His body was a vision of sensuality, his smooth skin glistening in the soft light.

His breathing quickened as he anticipated what was to come, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. Han Xin, with deliberate movements, positioned himself behind him, his eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger.

His hands roamed over Xiang Yu’s body, tracing the contours of his shoulders and the curve of his spine, as if memorising every inch of this man’s skin. With a gentle yet firm grip, he spread Xiang Yu’s legs slightly, exposing the soft, inviting cheeks of his buttocks. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the pheromones they continued emitting heightening the erotic atmosphere.

Han Xin took off the condom that looked mangled and reached for the bedside drawer. He retrieved a small packet, tearing it open with his teeth. The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open filled the room, adding to the erotic ambience. Han Xin sheathed himself, his erection straining against the thin latex, eager to claim this man once more.

His breath quickened as he admired the sight before him. With a gentle yet firm grip, Han Xin grasped Xiang Yu’s slender waist, pulling him closer. He leaned forward, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Xiang Yu arched his back slightly, offering himself willingly, his body a canvas for Han Xin’s desires. Han Xin’s lips brushed against Xiang Yu’s sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

As his hands explored Xiang Yu’s body, he caressed his firm buttocks, squeezing gently, eliciting a soft moan from the man. His touch was both tender and commanding, sending waves of pleasure through Xiang Yu’s body. He positioned himself at Xiang Yu’s entrance, his manhood throbbing with anticipation, ready to thrust inside.

In one swift motion, Han Xin thrust forward, penetrating Xiang Yu’s tight heat. Xiang Yu gasped, his body tensing as he adjusted to the sudden invasion. Han Xin’s eyes narrowed with pleasure as he felt the incredible tightness surrounding him. He began to move, his hips undulating in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through both their bodies.

Han Xin’s arm wrapped around Xiang Yu’s neck, pulling him closer, their bodies becoming one. He whispered sweet nothings into Xiang Yu’s ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "Does it feel good, your highness?... Do you want more?" His voice was hoarse with desire, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s ear, sending tremors down to his tailbone .

Xiang Yu, overcome with pleasure, could barely form words. "Yes... ah yes, it feels good. Don’t stop..." His voice was breathless, his body trembling with each thrust. Han Xin’s dominant presence was overwhelming, and Xiang Yu relished in the surrender of control.