Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 490: NSFW 6

The words seemed to fuel Han Xin’s desire. He leaned over Xiang Yu, his chest pressing against his husband’s back, his lips nipping at his shoulder. His thrusts became wilder, more desperate, as if he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t take enough.

Xiang Yu’s body was a mess of sensations, his hole aching, his cock throbbing, and his omega gland pulsating in time with Han Xin’s movements.

"Husband... cum for me," Han Xin commanded his voice a harsh whisper. "Cum for your husband. Let me feel it."

Xiang Yu’s eyes rolled back as his orgasm hit him like a wave, his cock spasming as he came, his seed spilling onto the sheets. His cries were muffled by the pillow, his body shaking as he rode out the pleasure.

Han Xin’s thrusts didn’t falter, his own release building as he felt Xiang Yu’s hole tighten around him, milking him mercilessly.

"Fuck, Yu Yu," Han Xin groaned, his voice breaking. You taste so good, so... perfect."

With a final, deep thrust, Han Xin buried himself to the hilt as he bit down Xiang Yu’s gland and injected his pheromones into his man.

Unlike before, this time, he was extremely heavy-handed with the pheromones, like he wanted his scent to stain Xiang Yu’s soul. He wanted others to know who he belonged to, be it in this life or the next.

His body stiffened as he came, his cum shooting deep into Xiang Yu’s womb. His growls filled the room, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips so hard his fingers trembled. For a long moment, they stayed like that, Han Xin’s body pressing against Xiang Yu’s, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high.

Slowly, Han Xin pulled out, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. He collapsed beside Xiang Yu, his arm wrapping around him, pulling him close. Xiang Yu rested his head on Han Xin’s chest, his body still trembling, his heart pounding in his ears.

The morning light bathed them in its warm glow, the silence broken only by their heavy breathing. Han Xin’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Xiang Yu’s back, his touch gentle now, tender. Xiang Yu closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as he savoured the moment. freewebnøvel.com

But as Han Xin’s lips brushed his hair, his voice low and possessive, Xiang Yu felt his heart beating extremely fast. He was still in a trance from the pheromones that he couldn’t think straight. "I love you," Han Xin murmured, his hand resting on Xiang Yu’s stomach. "Promise me... you will never leave me."

Xiang Yu’s smile widened, his heart swelling with a wonderful sweet emotion. "Xin-ge, I love you too and I promise I will never leave you." Han Xin was so happy. He kissed Xiang Yu’s lips hard, seeming very excited like this was the first time Xiang Yu said he loved him.

Han Xin hugged him tightly and said, "Yu Yu, are you hungry?"

Xiang Yu, who was buried in Han Xin’s chest, said, "No, I am fine for now." He was really exhausted and just wanted to sleep a little longer.

After some time Han Xin lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Babe, I am hungry."

Xiang Yu raised his head and said, "Then eat something. Do you want me to feed you?" He was really concerned but soon he realised that something was very wrong with Han Xin’s expression. He couldn’t help but exclaim in his mind, "This damn beast, why are you looking at me like I am a roasted pig."

Han Xin wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist as he half sat up. With a sly smile, he asked, "Yu Yu, what are you thinking? Baby, is that all you can think about?" Han Xin’s tone was playful and teasing.

Xiang Yu’s eyes became shifty. Who wouldn’t think that when their man was staring at them like they were a seafood platter ready to be eaten? He said, "I didn’t, you are putting words in my mouth."

Han Xin wouldn’t let it go. He said, "Since my husband offered himself I will oblige." Xiang Yu felt his chrysanthemum twitch. Soon, there were sounds of a tussle. One was pulling and one was pushing with the sound of laughter and playful banter on the other side. If only Xiang Yu knew that this world was coming to an end very soon he would have made it count.

***

Xiang Yu lay deeply asleep, his upper body bare and marked with hickeys that told tales of a very passionate night. The red bed sheets cocooned him in warmth, a stark contrast to the chaos outside his dreams.

He shifted slightly, stretching out his hand, half-heartedly searching for the warmth of another body. But as his fingers grazed only the smooth, cool sheets, he let out a frustrated sigh.

With great reluctance, he cracked open his eyes, the light blaring in like an uninvited guest. Blinking, he tried to shake off the remnants of slumber.

But before he could fully orient himself, a familiar voice echoed through the haze. His heart raced, and he shot upright in bed, his mind scrambling.

"Why... where is Xin-ge?" he mumbled, the sheets sliding down to reveal the evidence of his restless night. Panic washed over him. He could feel the emptiness encapsulating him, the absence of someone who felt like home.

The Divine Emperor peered down upon Xiang Yu. His brows furrowed, uncertainty stitching lines across his forehead. He had only come to check on Xiang Yu because his wife had urged him.

She had grown concerned, especially after this world had come to an end. She was worried that Xiang Yu would be ill at ease.

The divine emperor was truly reluctant more especially when he thought of that stupid timeless devotion oath his son made. The inscription haunted him like an annoying song he couldn’t escape.

Ever since that day, he didn’t bother to check what they were doing. Besides, he was busy trying to repair that damn demon King’s broken soul. He had been so preoccupied all this time, and now that he knew what his son had been up to, he really didn’t know where to put his hands and feet.

He didn’t want to watch how his son had chased after Xiang Yu with reckless abandon. The thought of marriage... of babies made the Divine Emperor cough and turn away, his regal composure faltering.

Xiang Yu, shirtless and peppered with love bites, lowered his gaze, noticing his own state. A chuckle escaped his lips, and with a snap of his fingers, he magically dressed himself in fine clothing.

"Father-in-law," he teased, playful mischief brightening his eyes, "it’s not my fault. Your son was too... enthusiastic."

The Divine Emperor huffed, arms crossed over his chest. "You are truly shameless," he declared, but Xiang Yu simply laughed, unbothered.

"Your son is the shameless one!" he countered, the words laced with intentional provocation. He knew how fiercely the Emperor defended Han Xin. After all he was his only son.

"Y-You—" the Divine Emperor stammered, turning sharply to face Xiang Yu again. His eyes widened in shock as he noticed that Xiang Yu stood beside him, dressed in the same wedding attire he had worn on his wedding day.

"Father-in-law," Xiang Yu said, humour dancing in his voice, "since you didn’t attend the wedding, I can only show you my dress now." He struck a pose, revelling in the brief discomfort he caused.

The Divine Emperor was at a loss, emotions wrestling on his face from disbelief to embarrassment. "You—" he began, but Xiang Yu was already extending a steaming cup of tea toward him.

"Father-in-law, I couldn’t serve you tea before," he said sweetly, "but I can do it now."

The Divine Emperor’s brows shot up. "You, you have no shame!" He turned, his patience wearing thin as he prepared to disappear from Xiang Yu’s teasing presence.

A deep sigh escaped the Divine Emperor as he disappeared, shaking his head. At least he had graduated from "old man" to "father-in-law" without much preparation. Life with Xiang Yu would surely be anything but dull.

Just as he thought he had made a clean escape, Xiang Yu’s thoughts echoed in his mind, an amusement-filled chant: "Old mannnnnnn..."

The Divine Emperor’s face sank, storm clouds gathering in his eyes. "Don’t call me that," he grumbled, irritation seeping into his tone.

Xiang Yu laughed a bright sound that echoed in the room. "But you refused to accept me as your son-in-law, so ’old man’ it is," he replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

The Emperor gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "What do you want?" he asked, exasperation leaking from his voice.

"Nothing much. I just want to know if my husband is fine." Xiang Yu glanced at the ceiling, expecting a scathing comeback or at least some retort. But the silence stretched on. The Divine Emperor did not answer.

"Old man, are you there?" Xiang Yu called out, but a sinking feeling in his gut told him the truth. He had been blocked.

Unable to contain his amusement, Xiang Yu laughed heartily, collapsing back onto the bed. The sound filled the room like music, his laughter a mix of joy and relief. He knew Han Xin was fine; after all, if there had been trouble, the Divine Emperor would’ve certainly said something.

Yet, despite the mirth, a wave of longing washed over him. He rolled onto his side, a familiar habit taking hold. He wanted to create a body pillow that resembled Han Xin, something warm to hold onto until they could be together again.

But as he focused and willed it to appear, nothing happened. Confusion rooted itself in his mind. He could conjure anything he imagined in this space, food, clothes, even an army of fluffy kittens, but not the body pillow.

"Ha... interesting?" he murmured to himself, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. It didn’t make sense. Meanwhile, the culprit was lying on his bed unconscious as his fingers moved slightly before he clenched his hand into a fist.