Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 395: Permanent mark

Chapter 395: Permanent mark

"I will be there in seven minutes," Doctor Bai replied, his tone steady but strained.

"Seven minutes?" Han Xin echoed, disbelief washing over him. "He doesn’t have seven minutes! Nothing is working!"

On the other end, Doctor Bai paused. A thought struck him, recalling what Han Zhan had mentioned earlier. He said Han Xin had asked him a strange question about an alpha’s anatomy.

After hearing that question he had suspected something was off about Xiang Yu’s disorder. He was curious to know how Xiang Yu managed to achieve that. How did he manage to change his secondary gender which was illegal even in the Federation.

Hearing the panic in Han Xin’s voice shook him to his core. Han Xin, usually so composed, sounded like he was breaking down.

Han Xin’s voice trembled as he asked, "What should I do? He is in pain." The weight of helplessness pressed down on him, but he refused to give in. He would do anything to save Xiang Yu.

Doctor Bai bit his lip, the hesitation clear in his eyes. He took a deep breath and finally said, "Mark him."

The words hung in the air, heavy with urgency. Han Xin froze for a moment, caught off guard. He had wanted this for so long, to claim Xiang Yu as his own. Yet fear gnawed at him.

He remembered his past life. He recalled the excruciating pain he had endured when his alpha gland was bitten into. The searing agony of having an alpha’s pheromones burn into his glad. Han Xin had held back all this time, afraid to inflict that hurt on this person. But now, there seemed to be no other way.

"Won’t it hurt him?" Han Xin asked, his voice thick with concern.

"Not as much as the pain he is in now," Doctor Bai replied, each word a reminder of how desperate their situation had become.

"Okay, please hurry," Han Xin said quickly before hanging up.

He cupped Xiang Yu’s face in his hands, tilting it up so their eyes met. "I have to mark you. It will hurt."

Xiang Yu’s gaze was heavy with exhaustion. "Do it. I will accept a permanent mark. Just do whatever you have to do," he murmured, his eyelids fluttering as he surrendered to the impending darkness. His body felt weak and limp in Han Xin’s grasp.

Without a second thought, Han Xin leaned in and sunk his teeth into Xiang Yu’s gland. The taste of blood mixed with Xiang Yu’s unique pheromones danced on his tongue. For a heartbeat, Xiang Yu didn’t resist, letting Han Xin do what he wanted.

Half-conscious, Xiang Yu grimaced in pain as Han Xin’s teeth sank into the gland at the back of his neck. The sensation was foreign to him; his gland had never been bitten before, and the experience was nothing short of agonizing. He squeezed his eyes shut, fingers tightening around Han Xin’s arm as a jolt of pain shot through him.

Han Xin stroked Xiang Yu’s hair, every stroke laced with gentle affection as he continued to inject his powerful pheromones.

Slowly, the excruciating pain began to fade, replaced by a euphoric wave of relief. The bothersome ache from his disorder lifted, but it was swiftly overshadowed by an intense heat spreading through him like fire.

Xiang Yu’s eyes shot open in shock, wide and glassy, as the overwhelming pheromones from Han Xin surged into his gland. It was possessive, intoxicating, a flood that drowned him in sensations he couldn’t quite understand.

A rush of instinct battled against reason, drawing them deeper into their intimate cocoon. Xiang Yu gasped softly, his body responding without his consent, a yearning igniting within him. The muffled knocking on the door faded into insignificance, the outside world erased, leaving just the two of them in a haze of urgency.

Han Xin was lost in the moment, consumed by his primal need. He couldn’t bring himself to stop. A hungry glint flickered in his eyes, the voice inside urging him on, ’Mark him, make him yours.’ His grip on Xiang Yu tightened, fingers digging into his flesh as if to anchor him in place, fearful that Xiang Yu might slip away. His instincts took control, driving him to ensure that no one would ever covet Xiang Yu again.

He pressed closer, sinking his teeth deeper, desperate to claim every part of him. The metallic taste of blood mingled with the floral scent of Xiang Yu, intoxicating him further and sending him spiralling into a primal frenzy. The last remnants of his restraint crumbled away. He injected even more of his pheromones, a woody essence that enveloped Xiang Yu completely.

Xiang Yu shuddered, his body vibrating at the intensity of the connection. Then, he succumbed to the tide, leaning into Han Xin’s embrace. "Xin-ge," he murmured, a soft plea cloaked in lust and lingering discomfort. His body arched towards Han Xin, desperately craving more of that intoxicating warmth. The fire in his gland pulsed fiercely, each wave of Han Xin’s pheromones ensnaring him deeper, binding him in a haze of surrender.

"Xin..." was all he could manage as darkness began to close in around him. Han Xin held him tightly, lost in blissful possession, feeling the world around them slip away. Just as Xiang Yu’s body slumped against him, Han Xin’s heart raced in panic.

"Yu Yu! Stay with me!" he called, cupping Xiang Yu’s face in his hands, desperation clawing at him. He searched his man’s eyes, but they were beginning to fade.

Then came the sound of the door sliding open, and figures rushed in, their expressions a turbulent mix of shock and horror. They halted just inside the room, eyes wide as they took in the scene laid out before them. Han Xin’s grip tightened around Xiang Yu, a protective instinct surging within him as he faced the shocked intruders. All he could think was to shield his man from the world outside, to hold on tightly to the bond they had forged in this fiery moment.

In front of him stood several imperial guards, their severe expressions matching the tension in the air. Princess Sienna and her sister flanked the guards, with Doctor Bai and Han Zhan positioned at the back, their faces etched with concern.

As Sienna took in the scene, her heart sank into a cold pool of dread. Han Xin cradled Xiang Yu intimately, his hold possessive and fierce. The room was thick with their lingering pheromones, a blend that spoke of a deep bond, one that felt both sacred and forbidden.

Sienna’s pupils trembled as disbelief coursed through her. "Wasn’t Xiang Yu an alpha?" she thought. They rumours she had heard echoed in her mind, questions swirling like a storm.