Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 489: NSFW 5

"Harder Yu Yu," Han Xin growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me harder.... ah fuck... let me feel you."

Xiang Yu’s eyes snapped open, meeting Han Xin’s gaze with a hunger that made his heart race. With a desperate cry, Xiang Yu obeyed, his movements becoming more frantic, his body slamming down onto Han Xin’s cock with a force that made the room echo with the wet sounds of their coupling. Han Xin’s cock throbbed, aching to fill Xiang Yu’s womb, to mark him again and again, but he held back, letting Xiang Yu take control.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a dance of dominance and surrender, and neither of them wanted it to end. Xiang Yu’s omega hole devoured Han Xin’s cock, milking him relentlessly, his body moving in perfect rhythm with Han Xin’s thrusts his silk robe hanging down his lower back.

As he moved the fabric smoothly glided on his skin making the scene even more sensual. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, their desperate cries, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Han Xin’s restraint was fraying, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He wanted to flip them, to take control, to pound into Xiang Yu until they both shattered. But the sight of Xiang Yu’s pleasure, the way his body moved with such abandon, kept him anchored. This was Xiang Yu’s moment, and Han Xin was content to let him lead.

As Xiang Yu’s movements became more urgent, his hole clenching tighter around Han Xin’s cock, Han Xin knew they were both teetering on the edge. The room seemed to spin, the world narrowing to the sensation of Xiang Yu’s body moving above him, the heat of his omega hole enveloping him. Han Xin’s hands strained against the cuffs, his body arching off the floor as he fought the urge to climax.

But the decision was taken from him as Xiang Yu’s body stiffened, his hole clamping down on Han Xin’s cock with a force that made him see stars. Xiang Yu cried out, his voice breaking as his omega hole pulsed, milking Han Xin’s cock, drawing his release from him. Han Xin’s vision went white as he came, his cock throbbing as he filled Xiang Yu’s womb, his seed spilling deep inside him.

Xiang Yu collapsed onto Han Xin’s chest, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Han Xin’s hands, still bound above his head, twitched as he fought the urge to pull Xiang Yu closer, to hold him tight. The air was heavy with the scent of their combined pheromones, the room echoing with the sound of their laboured breathing.

For a moment, they lay there, Han Xin’s cock still buried deep within Xiang Yu’s body, the handcuffs biting into Han Xin’s wrists a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Then, slowly, Xiang Yu lifted his head, his gaze meeting Han Xin’s with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, something that made Han Xin’s heart race.

"Let me go," Han Xin had whispered, his voice soft yet commanding. Xiang Yu had hesitated, his heart pounding, before leaning down to press a fierce, possessive kiss to Han Xin’s mouth. He released the handcuffs, his fingers lingering on Han Xin’s skin as if to memorize the feel of him.

But Han Xin wasn’t done. With a smirk, he turned Xiang Yu over, their positions reversing in an instant. Xiang Yu laughed, a sound that was equal parts surrender and anticipation, as Han Xin’s lips crashed down on his.

The alpha’s cock, hard and insistent, slid into Xiang Yu’s body, filling him completely. Han Xin’s dress rode up his thighs as he moved, the white fabric a stark contrast to the sweat gleaming on his skin.

"Stay still," Han Xin murmured, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear. His thrusts were deliberate, each one driving Xiang Yu closer to the edge. Han Xin hooked Xiang Yu’s legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips as he fucked him deep and slow, then fast and hard, varying the pace to keep Xiang Yu on the brink of orgasm.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu had moaned, his voice breaking. "Ah ah fuck I am...I am close."

Han Xin had smirked, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Not yet," he said, before leaning down to suck a bruise into Xiang Yu’s neck. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing it gently as he continued to thrust, his cock relentless. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The room spun as Xiang Yu’s orgasm built, his body arching off the bed as he came, his cum spilling onto the sheets. Han Xin followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his seed filling Xiang Yu’s hole again.

The next day....

As Xiang Yu lay in the aftermath of their passion, he could feel the ghost of Han Xin’s touch, the echo of his laughter, and the weight of his desire. The night had been a storm, and Xiang Yu was still caught in its wake.

He rolled onto his back, his hand drifting down to his still-sensitive cock, his mind replaying the way Han Xin had looked in that dress, the way he’d moved, the way he’d taken control.

The door creaked open, and Xiang Yu’s eyes snapped open to see Han Xin standing there, a tray in his hands. His dress was gone, replaced by loose pants and a shirt that hung open, revealing a hint of his chest. He smirked as he caught Xiang Yu’s gaze.

"Good morning husband... I brought some breakfast," he said, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "Unless... you would rather have me for dessert."

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a lazy smile. "I was just thinking about you."

Han Xin’s smirk deepened. "Dangerous thoughts, Yu Yu. Very dangerous."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing against Xiang Yu’s thigh. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the promise of more to come. Xiang Yu reached out, his fingers tangling in Han Xin’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss that was anything but gentle.

Han Xin loomed over him, his broad shoulders and muscular frame casting a shadow across Xiang Yu’s slender body. His dark hair was tousled, his jaw tight with unspoken desire.

Last night, he had been a model of restraint, his lips brushing Xiang Yu’s omega gland without biting, his thrusts careful to avoid entering him fully. But this morning, all pretence of control was gone. The air crackled with raw, unbridled hunger.

Han Xin’s hands gripped Xiang Yu’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself at the entrance of Xiang Yu’s body.

His cock, thick and rigid, glistened with pre-cum, the head pressing insistently against Xiang Yu’s tight hole. Xiang Yu’s eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a silent plea, though whether it was for mercy or more, neither man could say.

"Ready?" Han Xin growled, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s ear.

Xiang Yu nodded, his throat dry. "Yes," he whispered, though his body trembled with anticipation.

Without another word, Han Xin thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Xiang Yu in one fluid motion. Xiang Yu’s head fell back, a sharp cry escaping his lips as Han Xin’s hardness claimed him, filling him completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, raw, primal, and utterly consuming. Han Xin’s cock stretched him open, his balls brushing against Xiang Yu’s entrance with each deep thrust.

"Fuck ah mm," Han Xin muttered, his voice strained as he pulled back slowly, savouring the tight grip of Xiang Yu’s body around him. He thrust again, harder this time, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the bed creak. Xiang Yu’s cries filled the room, his nails digging into the sheets as he struggled to anchor himself against the onslaught.

Han Xin’s hands tightened on Xiang Yu’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin as he set a relentless pace. Each thrust was deliberate, punishing, yet impossibly pleasurable.

Xiang Yu’s body was a symphony of sensation, his hole clenching around Han Xin’s cock, his omega gland throbbing with need, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets below.

"Xin-ge... husband," Xiang Yu gasped, his voice hoarse. "Please—"

"Please what?" Han Xin taunted, his lips brushing Xiang Yu’s ear. "Tell me what you want."

"More," Xiang Yu whimpered, his head falling forward, his hair cascading over his shoulders. "I need more."

Han Xin chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and obliged. He gripped Xiang Yu’s hips harder, his fingers leaving bruises as he pistoned into him with brutal force.

The bedframe groaned under their weight, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Xiang Yu’s cries grew louder, his body arching off the bed as Han Xin hit his prostate again and again.

"You are mine," Han Xin growled, his breath hot against Xiang Yu’s neck. "Mine to love, mine to claim. Say it."

Xiang Yu’s eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling on the edge of release. "Yours," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "Yours, Xin-ge."