Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 439: NSFW 4

Chapter 439: NSFW 4

Han Xin positioned himself, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s slender hips, guiding his thick shaft to the tight, welcoming opening.

He moved slowly at first, giving Xiang Yu time to re-adjust to his size. Xiang Yu’s body accepted him eagerly, the warmth of his inner walls enveloping Han Xin’s length. He withdrew almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, before thrusting back in, eliciting a moan from Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu gasped, his body inviting the invasion, the sensation both overwhelming and intensely pleasurable. Han Xin groaned, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored the feeling of being embedded deep within his lover.

He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back into Xiang Yu’s willing hole. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a sensual rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.

"Ah, fuck...that feels so good," said Xiang Yu, his voice hoarse, dripping with lust. His breath hitched, and he clutched the silk sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he braced himself for the incoming powerful thrusts.

Han Xin’s hands roamed freely over Xiang Yu’s body, smacking his pert buttocks, leaving a light pink hue on the fair skin. He gripped the cheeks, pulling them apart slightly, exposing the tight ring of muscle that clenched around his cock with each withdrawal. The sight of his own shaft disappearing into Xiang Yu’s body was enough to drive Han Xin to the brink of ecstasy.

Leaning down, Han Xin bit gently on Xiang Yu’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Xiang Yu let out a sharp gasp, his body arching as he pushed back against Han Xin, seeking more of that delicious pain. Han Xin’s tongue soothed the bite mark, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down Xiang Yu’s spine.

One of Han Xin’s hands traveled up Xiang Yu’s body, twisting and pulling at the man’s nipple. Xiang Yu’s breath caught, his body tensing as a new wave of pleasure washed over him. Han Xin’s touch was firm yet gentle, knowing exactly how to tease and please his lover.

His fingers pinched and rolled the sensitive nub, while his other hand continued to smack and caress Xiang Yu’s ass. Xiang Yu’s groans filled the room, a sweet melody of pleasure

As Han Xin’s movements became more urgent, he leaned down, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s cheek, his breath hot on his man’s skin. He bit gently on Xiang Yu’s earlobe, his teeth tugging at the delicate flesh, eliciting a series of soft grunts and moans from his lover.

Xiang Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled, his body trembling as he struggled to restrain his cries of pleasure. Han Xin’s dominant nature and his skilled touch were overwhelming, pushing Xiang Yu closer and closer to the edge of release.

Their fingers entwined, the rings on their hands interlocking as Han Xin’s thrusts became more rapid, his cock sliding in and out of Xiang Yu’s hole with relentless fervor. Xiang Yu’s body was a canvas of pleasure, his back arched, offering himself fully to his man.

Han Xin’s free hand moved to Xiang Yu’s throat, his palm pressing gently against his lover’s windpipe, his touch adding a new layer of intensity to their coupling.

Xiang Yu’s Adam’s apple rolled against Han Xin’s palm. Han Xin’s tongue traced the shell of Xiang Yu’s ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe, sending shivers down Xiang Yu’s spine.

A few minutes later he found himself lying on his back with his ankles resting on Han Xin’s shoulders. With one smooth thrust, Han Xin slid inside, filling his tight hole again with his hot length.

Han Xin’s hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Xiang Yu’s body.

Xiang Yu’s fingers dug into Han Xin’s back leaving deep scratch marks as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. Han Xin’s hands gripped Xiang Yu’s hips, guiding his movements, ensuring every thrust hit the right spot.

As Han Xin’s cock slid deeper, it brushed against Xiang Yu’s sweet spot, causing him to cry out. Han Xin’s thrusts became more urgent, his own need rising as he felt Xiang Yu’s body clench around him.

He captured Xiang Yu’s lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue invading the man’s mouth, demanding and taking control. Xiang Yu moaned into the kiss, his body melting into Han Xin’s, surrendering to his dominance.

Han Xin whispered into Xiang Yu’s ear saying, "Yu Yu, I am coming in. Bite me if you have to... I will go slow."

As he slid into that intense inner entrance. The tight and untouched place clenched around Han Xin’s cock made him gasp. Xiang Yu’s body tensed, every muscle clenching as he felt the broad head of Han Xin’s cock pushing against his tight ring of muscles. A sharp stab of pain tore through Xiang Yu as Han Xin breached him, his body instinctively trying to resist the invasion.

Xiang Yu bit into Han Xin’s shoulder drawing blood. Han Xin grunted, his eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and primal pleasure. He paused, his cock buried just an inch inside Xiang Yu’s womb, giving his lover a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

"Baby, if it’s too much, tell me, okay," he said as he cupped Xiang Yu’s face. He gently stroked the man’s hair, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped Xiang Yu’s eye.

Han Xin’s throat tightened having some clarity in his rut. He said, "I can stop," his voice soft almost coaxing. His ferocity from earlier had subsided like he had retracted his fangs.

However, Xiang Yu kissed the corner of his lips his eyes glistening with unshed tears before saying, "Don’t you dare stop unless I tell you to." He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the intrusion.

Han Xin stroked his hair gently as his cock, thick and hot, pressed further, stretching him in ways Xiang Yu had never imagined. The pain was intense, but it was accompanied by a strange, intoxicating sensation that made Xiang Yu’s body yearn for more, his pheromones gushing like the floodgates had been opened.

As Han Xin’s cock slid deeper, inch by inch, Xiang Yu bit down hard on the alpha’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the flesh leaving a second mark. Han Xin hissed, his body trembling, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he thrust forward, claiming Xiang Yu’s mouth with his own, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance.