Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 487: NSFW 3

AN: One Chapter today. I am so tired. Happy reading.

Han Xin obeyed, sinking his teeth into the elastic waistband of Xiang Yu’s underwear, tugging it down just enough to free his husband’s cock.

It sprang free, thick and flushed, and Han Xin wasted no time, his lips parting as he took Xiang Yu’s thick, throbbing cock into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, his tongue swirling around the head, savouring the taste of his husband.

The warmth of Han Xin’s mouth, the wetness of his tongue, it was a sensation that sent shivers down Xiang Yu’s spine. Xiang Yu’s head fell back, his fingers tangling in Han Xin’s silky hair, guiding the rhythm.

His neck stretched, the Adam’s apple bobbing as he gasped for air, his groans filling the room. The sound was raw and primal, a testament to the pleasure Han Xin was giving him.

Han Xin’s free hand wandered up Xiang Yu’s body, sliding beneath the silk robe. His palm traced the ridges of his husband’s abs, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his touch. Xiang Yu trained attentively, his body honed by years of extreme conditions, and Han Xin revelled in the power he held in his hands.

With a boldness that always pleased Xiang Yu, Han Xin pinched a nipple, rubbing and twisting it until Xiang Yu arched his back, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "Fuck, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You know how to drive me mad... ah ah ah."

Han Xin hummed around Xiang Yu’s cock, the vibration adding a new layer of pleasure. His fingers continued their exploration, teasing and tormenting, his touch both gentle and demanding. Xiang Yu’s grip tightened in Han Xin’s hair, his body tensing as he neared the edge.

He groaned, pulling Han Xin back just as his climax surged forward. Han Xin obeyed, his face splattered with Xiang Yu’s cum, but his expression was one of pure delight. He licked his lips, savouring the taste, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu leaned forward, his breath ragged as he looked down at his husband. Han Xin’s smile was intoxicating, his face glistening with the evidence of their passion. The room was thick with the scent of their pheromones, a testament to the intensity of their pleasure.

His heart swelled with a mix of desire and tenderness, knowing that, at this moment, there was no one else he’d rather be with. "You are insatiable," Xiang Yu said, his voice a low rumble as he reached down to wipe a streak of cum from Han Xin’s cheek.

Han Xin chuckled, a soft, sultry sound that sent a fresh wave of desire through Xiang Yu. "And you are delicious," he replied, his voice dripping with affection and lust. He rose to his knees, his dress riding up his thighs, exposing the delicate lace of his underwear. Xiang Yu’s gaze lingered, his breath catching at the sight.

His untied silk robe slipped lazily down his broad shoulders, revealing the sculpted contours of his chest. The fabric pooled around his waist, a soft contrast to the hardness of his body. Han Xin still kneeling before him, was a vision in a short provocative dress that was hugging every curve of his frame.

The hem rode high, teasingly close to the edge of his thigh-high black stockings, which clung tightly to his muscular legs. Beneath the dress, his thong strained against the evidence of his arousal, the bulge unmistakable and achingly prominent.

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and ravenous. Han Xin’s mouth was soft yet demanding, his tongue brushing against Xiang Yu’s with a hunger that spoke of pent-up desire. Xiang Yu’s hands came up to cradle Han Xin’s face, his thumbs brushing against the flushed cheeks as he deepened the kiss.

Han Xin moaned softly, the sound vibrating against Xiang Yu’s lips, and slowly began to crawl up the bed, pressing Xiang Yu down into the soft, luxurious sheets.

Han Xin’s hands were everywhere as if he couldn’t decide where to touch first. One hand gently caressed Xiang Yu’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, while the other slid down his thigh, tracing the warm skin beneath the robe.

The fabric was cool against Xiang Yu’s skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Han Xin’s touch. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Han Xin gazed into Xiang Yu’s eyes, breathless and flushed. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Then how about you consummate your marriage with your beautiful husband?"

Han Xin’s smile was wicked, full of promise and lust. "Gladly," he replied, leaning in to kiss Xiang Yu fiercely. Their lips collided with a hunger that filled the room, the sound of their passion echoing off the walls.

Han Xin’s hands moved with purpose now, one sliding up Xiang Yu’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, while the other slipped beneath the robe to explore the firm planes of his abdomen.

Xiang Yu arched slightly into the touch, his breath hitching as Han Xin’s fingers danced across his skin. Han Xin kissed his way down Xiang Yu’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of this night. Xiang Yu shivered, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as Han Xin’s mouth continued its descent, pausing to tease his chest.

Han Xin’s lips closed around one nipple, sucking gently, while his fingers twisted the other, eliciting a sharp gasp from Xiang Yu.

"Fuck... ah fuck," Xiang Yu muttered, his voice rough with need. Han Xin hummed against his skin, the vibration sending shivers down Xiang Yu’s spine. He alternated between sucking and nibbling, his tongue swirling lazily, driving Xiang Yu wild with desire.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the scent of their arousal mingling with the strong fragrance of their pheromones. Han Xin’s hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the robe to cup Xiang Yu’s ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to trace the outline of his thighs. His fingers brushed against the edge of Xiang Yu’s trunks, teasingly close but not yet touching what both of them craved.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu groaned, his patience wearing thin. "Don’t tease me like this."

Han Xin looked up, his eyes dark with lust, a smirk playing on his lips. "Teasing is half the fun, husband," he replied, his voice dripping with mischief. He leaned down to kiss Xiang Yu’s chest again, his mouth moving slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every inch of skin.

Xiang Yu’s hands found Han Xin’s dress, tugging at the hem impatiently. "Take this off," he demanded, his voice commanding yet laced with desperation.

Han Xin chuckled, sitting back on his heels to comply. The dress slid off his shoulders effortlessly, pooling around his waist, revealing the thong that barely contained his erection. Xiang Yu’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of Han Xin’s body.

"You are stunning," Xiang Yu murmured, his fingers brushing against Han Xin’s chest, dipping lower to tease the waistband of his thong.

Han Xin shivered, his breath coming in short gasps. "You are even more stunning than me," he replied, leaning down to kiss Xiang Yu again. Their lips met hungrily, tongues duelling as their hands explored each other’s bodies with growing urgency.

Xiang Yu’s fingers hooked into Han Xin’s thong, tugging it down his legs. Han Xin stepped out of it, kicking it aside, his erection springing free, thick and flushed with need. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering as he reached out to stroke Han Xin’s length.

"Fuck... ahhh Yu Yu," Han Xin moaned, his head falling back as he savoured the touch. "Do that again."

Xiang Yu smirked, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head. Han Xin’s hips jerked involuntarily, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "You like that, don’t you?" Xiang Yu teased, his voice low and husky. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Yes," Han Xin hissed, his eyes closing as he leaned down to kiss Xiang Yu again. Their lips moved in sync, their desire palpable as Han Xin’s hand slid down to join Xiang Yu’s, guiding his touch, showing him exactly how he liked it.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, heavy breathing, soft moans, and the occasional vulgarity. Xiang Yu’s other hand roamed Han Xin’s body, tracing the curves of his hips, and the swell of his ass, before sliding down to grip his thigh. He pulled Han Xin closer, their bodies pressing together, skin on skin, heat on heat.

Han Xin broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Xiang Yu’s as he caught his breath. "I want you," he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a smirk. "Then take me," he replied, his hands guiding Han Xin down the bed. "Show me just how much you want me."

Han Xin’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned down, his mouth trailing kisses along Xiang Yu’s chest, his hands roaming with purpose. The air was electric with anticipation, their desire hanging heavy as Han Xin’s lips moved lower, his tongue tracing a path that promised pleasure beyond measure.