Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 488: NSFW 4

The room was bathed in a sultry red glow, the dim light casting long shadows that danced across the walls like silent spectators. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of sweat and desire.

On the bed, Xiang Yu lay sprawled, his silk gown half-slipped from his body, revealing a muscular frame that glistened with a sheen of sweat. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the shadows playing across his skin in a way that only heightened his raw, alluring presence.

Above him, Han Xin straddled his hips, his sheer dress hiked up to expose the curve of his buttocks. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Han Xin leaned down, his lips pressing hot and hungry against Xiang Yu’s neck. His tongue traced the line of his jaw, slow and deliberate, before sucking at the sensitive skin near his Adam’s apple.

Xiang Yu shuddered, his breath catching in his throat as Han Xin’s movements grew more fervent. The heat between them was palpable, electric as if the air itself was charged with their unspoken hunger.

Han Xin’s arousal was undeniable. His thong strained against his body, damp with precum as he ground against Xiang Yu’s hips, desperate to feel their skin merge. His cock throbbed, thick and heavy, aching to be freed, to claim the man beneath him as his own. Han Xin’s eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

But before he could act, Xiang Yu rolled them over with a sudden, powerful motion, pressing Han Xin into the mattress. The sheer dress bunched between them, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Xiang Yu smirked, his eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and desire as he reached beneath the pillow. With a swift, practised motion, he produced a pair of handcuffs, clicking them around Han Xin’s wrists and pinning them above his head.

Han Xin gasped, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and raw, unfiltered want. "Yu Yu—" he started, but his words were cut off as Xiang Yu leaned in, their lips crashing together in a fierce, dominating kiss. Xiang Yu’s tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him, claiming him, as his free hand roamed Han Xin’s body, mapping every curve and plane.

"Don’t move," Xiang Yu murmured against Han Xin’s lips, his voice thick with command. Han Xin obeyed, his body trembling as Xiang Yu’s hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of his chest, his fingers brushing over his nipples, making him arch and whimper.

With deliberate slowness, Xiang Yu hooked his fingers into the waistband of Han Xin’s thong, pulling it down just enough to free his hardness.

Han Xin’s cock sprang free, flushed and throbbing, the head glistening with precum. Xiang Yu’s gaze darkened with hunger as he took it in, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "So eager," he teased, his voice low and rough.

Without hesitation, Xiang Yu leaned down, his mouth closing eagerly around the tip of Han Xin’s cock. His tongue swirled, teasing, before he slid further down, savouring every inch.

Han Xin arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Xiang Yu’s lips and tongue worked their magic. His chest heaved beneath the relentless attention, his skin flushed and slick with sweat.

Xiang Yu pulled back momentarily, his breath hot against Han Xin’s skin as he kissed and sucked at his chest, marking him as his own. The red light cast a fiery glow over their entwined bodies, the shadows deepening as their desire intensified. Han Xin’s hands strained against the handcuffs, his body trembling with need.

The fabric on Han Xin’s lean frame shimmered faintly in the flickering candlelight, accentuating the vulnerability of his position. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps as he awaited the inevitable.

Xiang Yu’s eyes locked onto Han Xin’s aching erection, his gaze predatory and hungry. Without a word, he stepped closer, his movements deliberate and purposeful.

Han Xin’s breath hitched as Xiang Yu knelt before him, his breath ghosting over his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. The air between them crackled with tension, the scent of their pheromones mingling and intensifying with every passing moment.

"You look... perfect," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes never leaving Han Xin’s cock. His words were simple, but they sent a jolt of pleasure through Han Xin’s body. He felt exposed and vulnerable, and yet, there was something exhilarating about being on display like this, his most intimate parts laid bare for Xiang Yu’s consumption.

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile as he leaned in, his breath warm against Han Xin’s throbbing flesh. Han Xin’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Xiang Yu’s tongue swirled teasingly around the head of his cock. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck... baby ..." Han Xin gasped, his voice raw and desperate. His hands tugged helplessly against the handcuffs binding him, but there was no escape, no relief from the overwhelming pleasure Xiang Yu was inflicting on him.

Xiang Yu took Han Xin’s cock deeper into his mouth, his lips wrapping tightly around the shaft as he began to suck with slow, deliberate motions. He deep throated his lover’s hardness making him gag a little but he could take it.

His hands gripped Han Xin’s thighs, steadying him as he worked his mouth expertly. Han Xin’s body arched helplessly, his muscles tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

The scent of their desire hung heavy in the air, fueling the intensity of the moment. Han Xin could feel his control slipping, his body trembling on the edge of release. "Yu Yu... I am close..." he panted, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. He could feel himself quickly losing his mind and approaching the level of peak satisfaction. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Xiang Yu hummed in response, the vibration sending Han Xin over the edge. He cried out, his body tensing as he climaxed, his seed spilling into Xiang Yu’s mouth. Xiang Yu swallowed greedily, savouring every drop of Han Xin’s cum, his eyes never leaving Han Xin’s face as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Han Xin sagged against his binds, breathless and spent. His body felt heavy, his limbs like lead, but his mind was still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. Xiang Yu stood slowly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The air in the room still crackled with the aftermath of their passion, the scent of their pheromones lingering like a promise of more to come. Han Xin’s eyes met Xiang Yu’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was something in Xiang Yu’s gaze, a flicker of something darker, something unpredictable that sent a chill down Han Xin’s spine.

Han Xin’s mouth watered, his desire sharpening at the sight. Xiang Yu’s hesitation was palpable as he positioned himself above Han Xin, his knees bracketing Han Xin’s hips. Han Xin’s cock twitched again, pre-cum glistening at the tip, a silent invitation.

Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as he lowered himself, his omega hole hovering just above Han Xin’s cock. Han Xin’s eyes fluttered closed, his body tense with anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Xiang Yu sank down, his weight settling onto Han Xin’s cock.

The initial entry was tight, almost painful, and Xiang Yu let out a sharp gasp, his body stiffening. Han Xin’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Xiang Yu’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He wanted it so bad but he didn’t want his lover to be in so much pain. He wished he could caress Xiang Yu’s cheek and comfort him but his hands were bound.

But Xiang Yu’s expression quickly softened, his eyes fluttering closed as he adjusted to the intrusion. His walls, hot and tight, gripped Han Xin’s cock like a vice, and Han Xin groaned, his head tilting back against the cold stone. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You feel so good."

Xiang Yu’s lips parted in a silent moan, his body relaxing as he began to move, his hole sliding up and down Han Xin’s cock. Han Xin’s hands twitched against the handcuffs, his fingers curling as he fought the urge to pull Xiang Yu closer, to bury himself deeper. He was in heaven, every nerve in his body screaming for release, but he restrained himself, savouring the moment.

The sight of Xiang Yu writhing above him was intoxicating. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and parted in ecstasy, his body glistening with sweat as he moved with abandon.

Han Xin’s gaze trailed down, taking in the way Xiang Yu’s hole swallowed his cock with each thrust, the muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that made Han Xin’s breath hitch.