Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 295: NSFW

Chapter 295: NSFW

Xiang Yu’s hands travelled down, gripping Han’s thighs and lifting his legs, exposing the pink, puckered hole that was glistening with desire. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh, causing Han to shudder. "You are so ready for me," Xiang Yu growled, his voice thick with desire. "I can’t wait to feel you clench around me."

Han Xin’s eyes fluttered open, a mixture of emotions flashing through them. There was desire and a hint of fear buried deep in those depths. But before he could process his thoughts, Xiang Yu’s thick length was pressing against his entrance, seeking entry.

Xiang Yu’s cock was a force of nature, throbbing and demanding. As he pushed forward, Han’s body yielded, the tight ring of muscle stretching to accommodate the man’s girth. Han Xin’s eyes widened, his breath catching as he felt the initial burn, quickly followed by a sensation of fullness that sent shivers down his spine.

"Fuck..." Han Xin’s panted, his voice laced with pleasure and pain. "Slo- slowly."

Xiang Yu’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he paused, allowing Han to adjust to his size. "You feel so good, baby," he grunted, his voice hoarse. "I am gonna make you feel even better." With that, he began to move, his hips thrusting forward, driving his length deeper into Han Xin’s pliant body.

Han Xin cried out, his back arching off the bed as Xiang Yu’s cock hit his prostate. It was an explosion of pleasure, unlike anything he had ever experienced. His cock, already hard and leaking, jerked with each thrust, begging for attention. Xiang Yu’s hands gripped Han Xin’s thighs, holding him in place as he pounded into him with abandon.

***

Xiang Yu lay on the bed, wrapped in the embrace of peaceful dreams. The soft sheets cradled him like a gentle wave. In his arms, he felt something sturdy and cool. He instinctively chased the sweet chill, nuzzling against the soft skin beside him. A smile spread across his face as he inhaled the familiar woody fragrance, pulling Han Xin closer.

But tranquillity shattered like glass. A sharp kick sent Xiang Yu tumbling off the bed. The world spun as he hit the ground, pain radiating through his abdomen. He curled up instinctively, clutching his midsection, gasping for breath. The ache was excruciating and he thought he would have been torn up if he wasn’t strong. When he managed to raise his head, he met Han Xin’s fiery gaze.

Hate burned in Han Xin’s eyes, a look Xiang Yu had never seen before. The man lay there, rigid and fierce, as if Xiang Yu were an enemy. Confusion twisted in Xiang Yu’s heart, a painful knot of disbelief. He had never imagined that Han Xin could look at him this way.

"I—" Xiang Yu started, but his voice faltered. Han Xin turned away, tugging at the restraints binding him to the bed. Xiang Yu’s confusion deepened. Restraints? He hadn’t noticed them last night. In fact, most of the night was a blur, only fragments lingering in his mind. He remembered being drawn to Han Xin’s scent, the sensation of desperation pushing him to stab his leg with a shard of glass. Then, waking up to chaos.

The sight of Han Xin struggling against his binds ignited something within Xiang Yu. "Wait, wait! Let me help you!" he called out, scrambling to his feet. The urgency in his voice cut through the tension, a plea for understanding. The room was charged with unspoken words and raw emotions, and Xiang Yu desperately sought a way to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between them.

Han Xin stopped tugging at the restraints, his glare fixed on Xiang Yu as he approached the bed. A storm brewed in his chest, anger swelling like a tide. When had Xiang Yu ever helped him? The very bane of his existence now acted as if he cared. The hatred in Han Xin’s eyes burned fiercely. He clenched his fist, a murderous intent rising within him, urging him to kill Xiang Yu and end his suffering.

Xiang Yu felt the hostility, but it didn’t deter him. He stepped forward, quick and determined. In an instant, Han Xin’s hand shot up, grabbing Xiang Yu’s throat. There was no fight in Xiang Yu. He let Han Xin strangle him without struggle. Han Xin’s expression was a mask of fury as if he were ready to end Xiang Yu’s life right there.

Xiang Yu’s face turned red, veins throbbing as he held Han Xin’s gaze. Han Xin expected to see fear or hatred, but instead, he found affection, a calmness that didn’t fit the dire situation. It was as if Xiang Yu were gazing at a lover, not a man who was about to die. Confusion washed over Han Xin, causing him to loosen his grip just slightly.

Suddenly, a jolt shot through Han Xin’s brain. His body convulsed, his eyes rolling back. Xiang Yu’s heart raced with terror. "Xin-ge!" he yelled, coughing as he struggled to breathe. Panic surged through him, his heart pounding hard against his chest as he tried to help Han Xin.

As Han Xin finally stilled, Xiang Yu’s eyes filled with tears. He checked Han Xin’s pulse with trembling hands, fear clawing at him. In his mind, the Divine Emperor spoke, calm yet firm. "He is going to be fine. He just suffered an electromagnetic pulse to the brain when the chirp inside him sensed he was about to kill you."

Confusion and anger swirled inside Xiang Yu. "Isn’t this your son? Why do you let him suffer so much?" His voice echoed with rage.

The Divine Emperor’s voice quivered. "Do you think I want him to suffer? I have held him close all his life. I would never let him be wronged." There was a pause, a moment of realization. The Divine Emperor took a breath, calming himself. "If I could take away his pain, I would. Believe me."

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, frustration boiling over. "What is this world about?"

"You should go back to sleep," the Divine Emperor advised gently. "I will give you the memories of this world. Otherwise, the pain will be excruciating."

"I don’t care! Give them to me!" Xiang Yu shouted defiantly.

In response, a sharp pain stabbed through his mind, leaving him gasping. For a moment, it felt like the air had vanished, and he struggled to breathe. The world around him blurred as he fought against the darkness creeping in, determined to save Han Xin, no matter the cost.

Xiang Yu clutched the bed sheets, pain tearing through him as memories flooded in like a relentless tide. This world was unlike any other.

It was an interstellar realm where three genders existed and power was a weapon used for survival. Alphas, the strongest of the three genders, stood at the forefront of the federation army. Their unmatched physical prowess and heightened senses made them the ideal pilots for the colossal mechs that patrolled the galaxy. These mechs, powered by advanced metal technology, responded to the Alphas’ every command, their movements a seamless extension of their pilots’ will.

Alphas were deeply affected by pheromones, their senses attuned to the subtle chemical signals that could drive them into a powerful, almost primal state. This sensitivity made them formidable in battle but also vulnerable to the influence of Omegas.

Betas, who made up the majority of the population, were immune to the effects of pheromones. They occupied a wide range of occupations, from engineers and scientists to diplomats and traders. Their neutrality in the pheromonal spectrum allowed them to function without the intense biological drives that influenced Alphas and Omegas