Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 366: NSFW 4

Chapter 366: NSFW 4

As the pace quickened, Han Xin’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against Xiang Yu’s rounded cheeks. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a primal rhythm that heightened their arousal. Han Xin’s breath grew ragged, his control slipping as he lost himself in the raw, unadulterated pleasure.

"Ah, fuck..." Han Xin growled, his voice raw and unfiltered. His thrusts became longer and harder, his body demanding more as he sank deeper into Xiang Yu’s welcoming warmth. Xiang Yu’s cries echoed through the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain as Han Xin’s relentless assault continued.

Han Xin’s free hand roamed over Xiang Yu’s body, caressing his back and tracing the curves of his spine. He leaned forward, his lips finding the tender spot where Xiang Yu’s neck met his shoulder, and he bit down gently, marking him with a passionate kiss. Xiang Yu arched his back, pushing his buttocks against Han Xin’s hips, urging him to go even deeper.

The sensation was overwhelming. Han Xin’s body trembled as he fought for control, his thrusts becoming a desperate, primal need. Xiang Yu’s moans turned into desperate pleas, his body writhing beneath Han Xin’s powerful strokes. "Harder... mm, don’t hold back..."

Han Xin’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he complied with Xiang Yu’s request. He spanked Xiang Yu’s rounded cheeks, leaving a stinging sensation that only heightened their pleasure. "You like that, don’t you?" he whispered, his voice laced with dominance. Xiang Yu could only nod, his body on the brink of ecstasy.

Just then, Han Xin thrusted even deeper and suddenly felt a strange sensation at the tip of his cock, as if he had brushed against a hidden entrance, a portal to a new realm of pleasure. It was a feeling he had never encountered before, and for a moment, he thought it was merely his imagination. He paused, his breath catching in his throat, and then, driven by curiosity and desire, he withdrew slightly before thrusting forward with renewed vigour.

This time, the sensation was undeniable. As the head of his cock pushed past Xiang Yu’s inner threshold, Han Xin felt a jolt of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. It was as if he had discovered a secret spot, a hidden erogenous zone that sent electric shocks of ecstasy through his entire body. His eyes widened, and he froze, his cock buried deep within Xiang Yu, his mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensation.

Xiang Yu, unaware of the new realm of pleasure Han Xin had stumbled upon, moaned softly beneath him. His hands gripped the sheets, his body arching slightly to meet Han Xin’s thrusts. But as Han Xin remained still, something in Xiang’s expression changed. A hint of concern crept into his eyes as he felt the man’s sudden stillness.

"Xin-ge...?" Xiang Yu’s voice was hoarse, filled with a mixture of pleasure and confusion. "Why did you stop?"

Han Xin, his mind clouded by the intense sensations, couldn’t find the words to explain what he was experiencing. He wanted to ask but all that escaped his lips was a guttural groan. He tried to move, to continue the rhythmic thrusting that had brought them both to the brink of ecstasy, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own.

As Han Xin’s cock twitched inside him, Xiang Yu felt a peculiar sensation. It was as if Han Xin’s cock had grown larger, expanding within him, seeking something beyond the confines of his well-traveled passage. A sharp twinge of discomfort shot through Xiang Yu’s body, causing him to gasp and tremble. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes widened in surprise and mild distress.

Han Xin, sensing Xiang Yu’s reaction, immediately became aware of the potential pain he might be causing. At the thought that he was causing Xiang Yu pain he snapped out of his trance-like state. He began to withdraw, his cock sliding out of Xiang Yu’s body with a wet, sucking sound.

Soon he slid back inside making sure not to touch that enticing spot again. His movements soon became more urgent as he buried himself deep within Xiang Yu. The sensation was exquisite. The tightness of Xiang Yu’s channel massaged his length with each thrust.

Han Xin’s hips moved in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Xiang’s skin with each forward motion. The bed creaked in time with their passionate dance, the only other sound being their heavy breathing and occasional moans.

Xiang Yu’s hands clutched the sheets even tighter, his knuckles white as he struggled to stay lucid. Han Xin’s powerful thrusts were sending waves of pleasure through his body, each one hitting that sweet spot deep inside him.

"Harder, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "Fuck me harder."

Han Xin obliged, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips tightly as he drove into him with renewed fervour. The bed head thumped against the wall, a rhythmic accompaniment to their passionate coupling. Han Xin’s eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mask of pure ecstasy as he revelled in the sensations.

The pheromones they released with each thrust hung heavy in the air, intoxicating them both. Han Xin’s senses were overwhelmed, his mind clouded with the raw, primal need to claim and possess. He felt his climax building, an intense pressure coiling in his loins.

"I am close," Han Xin grunted, his voice strained. "So damn close."

Xiang Yu’s response was incoherent, his body moving in perfect sync with Han Xin’s, urging him on. Han Xin’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper as he neared the edge. Xiang Yu’s ass clenched around Han Xin’s cock, milking him, and driving him wild with pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Han Xin buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he emptied his load into the condom. He cried out, his voice echoing off the bedroom walls, his release intense and all-consuming. Xiang Yu’s body trembled beneath him, his own orgasm rippling through him, his seed spilling onto the sheets.

Han Xin collapsed onto Xiang Yu’s back, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel the man’s heart pounding beneath him, their bodies still joined, the condom now filled with Han Xin’s essence. His lips found the nape of the man’s neck, kissing and nipping gently, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s skin.