Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: NSFW 5

The pain was excruciating, but Xiang Yu found himself craving more. He wanted to feel Han Xin’s possession, to be filled by this man in every way possible. As Han Xin’s cock breached his inner womb, a place no one had ever touched, Xiang Yu’s body erupted in a cascade of sensations.

A strangled cry escaped Xiang Yu’s lips as he felt Han Xin’s cockhead nudge against his sweat spot. The man’s thrusts were relentless, each one sending waves of pleasure and pain through Xiang Yu’s body. He clung to Han Xin, his nails digging into his lover’s back once more, leaving trails of red as he marked him.

Han Xin’s restraint snapped, his primal instincts taking over. He pounded into Xiang Yu with abandon, his hips slamming against Xiang Yu’s soft flesh. Xiang Yu’s legs wrapped around Han Xin’s waist, pulling him even deeper, urging him to claim him completely.

Blush-inducing loud PAPAPA sounds filled the room. One could only be grateful for the excellent soundproofing; otherwise, people would have heard everything.

"Oh god..., you feel so good. So tight, so... perfect," he whispered as he leaned down, his lips finding Xiang Yu’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

Xiang Yu’s body trembled, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his lover’s possession. Han Xin’s cock, thick and swollen, filled him completely, stretching his inner walls to accommodate its size.

As Han Xin’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock began to knot, expanding within Xiang Yu’s channel. Xiang Yu gasped, his eyes widening as he felt the his man’s cock swell, locking them together in a primal embrace. Han Xin’s eyes blazed with raw desire, his face contorted in a mask of pleasure and pain.

"Haah... Uugh... fuck me harder Xin-ge... Aaah... Aaah fuck," moaned Xiang Yu his lewd appearance entrancing. Han Xin thrust deeper, his cock throbbing as it reached the depths of Xiang Yu’s womb.

Han Xin could feel Xiang Yu’s restraint. Thus, he whispered in his ear, his voice oozing with seduction, "Cum for me, Yu Yu. Let me feel you come around my cock."

As though on command Xiang Yu’s body convulsed around Han Xin’s knot, his own orgasm building to an unbearable peak. He cried out, his nails digging into the alpha’s shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on Han Xin’s skin. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Every muscle in his body strained as he reached his climax. His hole clenched around Han Xin’s cock, milking it as he shot his load onto his belly.

Under such provocation Han Xin couldn’t last long. He sunk his teeth into Xiang Yu’s gland, injecting his pheromones, reclaiming his territory. His body convulsed as he emptied himself into his man.

His cock twitched and throbbed, releasing thick ropes of cum, marking Xiang Yu as his own. Xiang Yu’s eyes rolled back, his body trembling as he experienced a depth of pleasure he never knew existed.

As their orgasms subsided, Han Xin collapsed onto Xiang Yu, their sweat-slicked bodies intertwined. His cock, still knotted within his lover, pulsed and twitched, keeping them bound together. Xiang Yu’s arms wrapped around Han Xin, holding him close, their hearts pounding in unison.

They lay there, breathless and sated, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Han Xin’s lips found Xiang Yu’s, their kiss tender and loving.

Xiang Yu kicked at the quilt excitedly, but the movement sent a sharp ache through his spine, a painful reminder of the physical toll. It felt as if every muscle had been broken apart and hastily reassembled.

Just as he was thinking of getting up, the sound of the door creaking open sliced through the silence. Xiang Yu pulled the quilt over his head and his muscles tensed involuntarily.

"Babe... Yu Yu" Han Xin’s voice drifted in softly, melodic and warm, each syllable wrapping around him like a caress. The lightness of his steps indicated he didn’t want to disturb him, a tenderness that made Xiang Yu’s heart stir.

Han Xin approached, placing something down on the side table before glancing back at him. The quilt was peeled away gently, a deliberate act filled with care.

Han Xin’s fingers brushed against Xiang Yu’s forehead, pushing aside stray strands of hair with an expression so loving it caught Xiang Yu’s breath.

Caught in the moment, a charge of regret coursed through him for not waking up sooner, an impulse to meet Han Xin’s gaze but he was too embarrassed to open his eyes now.

"Yu Yu, I just want to feed you, okay?" Han Xin’s whisper was like a melody, soothing and intimate.

The warmth of Han Xin’s fingers grazed his lips, igniting a jolt of nerves that set his heart racing at an erratic tempo. The urge to pretend to sleep clashed with the overwhelming temptation to reveal himself, yet he remained still like a freaking mannequin.