Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 467: NSFW

"Xin-ge... I am close mm mm Ah fuck," Xiang Yu gasped, his voice hoarse with need. But Han Xin didn’t slow down, didn’t relent. Instead, he deepened his sucking, his throat relaxing to take Xiang Yu in as far as he could. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their passion, the only accompaniment to their desperate breaths.

When Xiang Yu finally came, his release was explosive, his body arching off the desk as he cried out. Han Xin swallowed greedily, his lips curling into a smirk as he stood, pulling Xiang Yu into another bruising kiss. Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling as Xiang Yu tasted himself on Han Xin’s lips, an intoxicating flavour that only fueled his desire further.

With a rough shove, Han Xin pushed Xiang Yu onto the desk, face down, his belly pressed against the cool, smooth surface. Han Xin’s hand clamped around Xiang Yu’s throat, his grip firm but not tight enough to cause pain. He pulled Xiang Yu back, their lips meeting in a fierce, biting kiss that left no doubt who was in control.

"You are mine," Han Xin whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His breath ghosted over Xiang Yu’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You belong to me, Yu Yu."

Han Xin’s grip on Xiang Yu’s throat tightened just enough to assert his dominance, his other hand roaming down Xiang Yu’s body. He thrust his hips against Xiang Yu’s, their clothes still half-on, the fabric bunching between them as they ground against each other. The scent of sandalwood and plumeria filled the air, mingling with the heat of their bodies and the sweat that began to form on their skin.

Xiang Yu moaned, his body pliant and willing under Han Xin’s touch. He was completely at Han Xin’s mercy, a fact that only heightened the pleasure coursing through him. Han Xin’s hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against Xiang Yu’s entrance, teasing and promising more.

"Please," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice barely audible. It was a plea, a surrender, and Han Xin revelled in it.

Han Xin’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear. "Begging already, baby?... I will grant you your wish."

His hand moved purposefully now, his fingers sliding between Xiang Yu’s cheeks to find his entrance. He teased the tight ring of muscle, circling it with his fingertip before pressing inside. Xiang Yu gasped, his body arching off the desk as Han Xin’s finger slid in, stretching him open.

"So tight," Han Xin murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "And hot."

He added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare Xiang Yu for what was to come. The room was filled with the sounds of their laboured breathing, the slick wetness of Han Xin’s fingers, and the occasional soft moan from Xiang Yu. The power dynamic was clear. Han Xin was in complete control, and Xiang Yu was helpless to resist the pleasure that overwhelming him.

Han Xin’s lips trailed down Xiang Yu’s spine, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers continued to stretch and prepare Xiang Yu, his other hand gripping Xiang Yu’s hip to hold him steady. The desk creaked beneath them, the only witness to their intense, passionate encounter.

As Han Xin’s fingers withdrew, Xiang Yu whimpered in protest, his body already aching for more. But Han Xin had other plans, his desire far from sated. He positioned himself behind Xiang Yu, his throbbing cock pressing against Xiang Yu’s entrance.

"Ready for me, baby?" Han Xin asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Xiang Yu nodded, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Just fuck me already, Xin-ge."

Han Xin chuckled his fingertips tickling Xiang Yu’s shoulder and arm. "So impatient," he whispered. Xiang Yu wanted to reply but soon he couldn’t speak.

With a single, powerful thrust, Han Xin buried himself inside him, their bodies connecting in a way that left no doubt about who was in control. He cried out, the sensation overwhelming, his body stretched and filled in a way that left him trembling with pleasure.

Han Xin began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving Xiang Yu time to adjust to his size. But soon, he quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove Xiang Yu into the desk. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their bodies, and the occasional cry of pleasure from Xiang Yu.

Han Xin’s hand tangled in Xiang Yu’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. He leaned in, his lips and teeth trailing kisses and bites along the sensitive skin, marking Xiang Yu as his own. The scent of sandalwood and plumeria clung to them, a heady, intoxicating aroma that only added to the intensity of the moment.

"I love you," Han Xin growled, his voice a raw, primal sound. "You can only let me touch you...ah ah shit... do you hear me." freeweɓnøvel.com

Xiang Yu could only nod, his body too overwhelmed to form words. Han Xin’s thrusts were relentless, each one driving him closer to the edge. The desk beneath them groaned under the force of their passion, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, their desires consuming them entirely.

As Han Xin’s thrusts became more urgent, Xiang Yu felt his own release building, his body tightening around Han Xin’s cock in a vice-like grip. Han Xin groaned, his pace faltering for a moment as he felt Xiang Yu’s internal muscles clench around him.

"Cum for me, baby," Han Xin commanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you fall apart around me."

Xiang Yu cried out, his body shaking as he came, his release shooting through him like a lightning bolt. Han Xin followed soon after, his thrusts stuttering as he filled Xiang Yu with his seed, his growl of satisfaction echoing through the room.