Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 486: NSFW 2

Han Xin blushed, tugging at the lace, unsure if he’d put them on correctly. The fabric felt impossibly fragile, and he worried he might rip it with a single wrong move. This is insane, he thought, but for him, it’s worth it.

He took a moment to adjust the panties, smoothing the lace over his hips and ensuring the thin straps were in place. The sensation of the fabric against his skin was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was light, almost nonexistent, yet somehow intimate. He could feel every whisper of air, every brush of the lace against his thighs. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Han Xin stepped back to the mirror, his reflection now transformed. The tight dress, the black tights, and the barely-there panties combined to create an image that was both foreign and captivating. He looked... sexy.

The word startled him, but he couldn’t deny it. The way the dress clung to his body, the way the tights accentuated his legs, the way the lace panties added a touch of vulnerability, it all worked together to create something he never thought he would see in himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his racing heart. He will love it, he repeated to himself, he will love me like this. The thought filled him with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Soon Han Xin stood at the bedroom door, his tall frame accentuating the daring ensemble he wore. The room was set up in a romantic atmosphere, dimly lit with a few red lights casting a soft, crimson glow. The shadows danced across the walls, creating an intimate, almost surreal ambience.

Xiang Yu sat on the edge of the bed, his robe loosely draped around his broad shoulders. His dark eyes locked onto Han Xin, intense and predatory as if he were a lion eyeing its prey. He stared at his figure, the sheer white dress clinging to his body like a second skin, its hem barely grazing the tops of his thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

Beneath it, black lace tights hugged his legs, the thong biting sharply into his groin, a stark contrast to the delicate fabric above. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him.

Han Xin’s fingers instinctively tugged at the hem of his dress, a futile attempt to cover himself, his embarrassment palpable. The fabric was so sheer, so revealing, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being exposed, vulnerable. Xiang Yu’s deep voice cut through the silence, rich and commanding. "Husband, you don’t have to tug at it. You look sexy."

Han Xin’s ears burned, a flush creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks crimson. He bit his lip, his eyes darting nervously toward the bed. The dress felt tighter now, the lace tights constricting, as if they were reminding him of the bulge forming down south.

"Do you really like it?" His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty. He knew Xiang Yu loved him, but this... this was different. This was Han Xin pushing boundaries, stepping into a role he never thought he would be in.

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips curling into a knowing grin. He spread his legs wide, the robe falling open just enough to reveal the hint of his muscular thighs. With a crooked finger, he beckoned Han Xin closer. "Come here."

Han Xin’s heart raced as he took a hesitant step forward but Xiang Yu’s next command stopped him in his tracks. "On your knees."

There was no hesitation this time. Han Xin dropped to the floor, his lips parting slightly as he crawled toward the bed. The lace tights whispered against the carpet, the sound soft yet pronounced in the quiet room. His breath quickened, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

Xiang Yu’s hand shot out, long fingers closing around Han Xin’s chin. He tilted Han Xin’s face up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You look sexy," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and husky.

His thumb brushed Han Xin’s lips, tracing their shape, lingering on the fullness of his lower lip. Han Xin shivered, his breath catching in his throat. Xiang Yu’s touch was firm yet tender, a perfect balance of dominance and care.

"Do you know how long I have wanted to see you like this?" Xiang Yu’s voice was barely audible, his eyes darkening with desire. Han Xin’s cheeks burned hotter, his embarrassment warring with the thrill of being wanted so intensely. He shook his head slightly, unable to find his voice.

Xiang Yu’s gaze was intense, his eyes dark and hungry as he leaned forward, his other hand reaching out to grasp the hem of Han Xin’s dress. He tugged it upward, slowly, deliberately, exposing more of Han Xin’s thighs. The fabric slid over his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Without a word, Xiang Yu descended, capturing Han Xin’s mouth in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Their lips moved in perfect sync, tongues tangling in a feverish dance as if each sought to claim the other.

The air between them crackled with unspoken longing, a raw hunger that had been building since the moment they’d exchanged vows.

Xiang Yu’s hands slid down Han Xin’s back, tracing the contours of his body with possessive fervour. His touch was firm yet reverent as if mapping every inch of skin beneath the thin fabric. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Han Xin moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching slightly, craving more. The dress, though revealing, seemed to frustrate Xiang Yu, a barrier he was determined to overcome. Breaking the kiss, Xiang Yu whispered hoarsely, "Touch me."

Han Xin’s large, calloused hands obeyed, sliding up Xiang Yu’s thighs, slipping beneath the silk robe that draped his husband’s frame. His touch was rough yet deliberate, fingers kneading the muscle beneath the fabric. Xiang Yu shuddered at the contact, his breath hitching as Han Xin’s hands explored him with a confidence born of deep trust.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Han Xin tugged at the robe’s ties, unravelling it to reveal the lean, powerful body beneath. The robe fell away, pooling at Xiang Yu’s feet, leaving him bare but for his underwear.

Han Xin’s hands drifted lower, brushing against the bulge in Xiang Yu’s underwear. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he gazed at the evidence of his husband’s desire. Xiang Yu smirked, a sly glint in his eyes. "Do you want it?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Han Xin nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. His cheeks flushed, but his gaze was steady, filled with a longing that left no room for doubt. Without hesitation, Xiang Yu commanded, "Use your teeth."