Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: A dash of NSFW

The sensation of Xiang Yu’s hole milking his cock pushed Han Xin over the edge. He arched his back, his body convulsing as his cum spurt uncontrollably into Xiang Yu’s hole.

Xiang Yu collapsed on top of Han Xin, his heavy breathing mingling with Han Xin’s ragged pants. They lay entangled, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, both spent from the intense encounter.

Back to the present...

They made their way toward the armoured vehicle parked outside, Xiang Yu leading with a casual grace. Han Xin followed closely, almost like a devoted pup in the shadow of his master, yet his piercing gaze never left Xiang Yu’s body. Around them, the crimson guards stood vigilant, their expressions a mixture of vigilance and surprise.

Their lord, usually the embodiment of stern authority, seemed, for a fleeting moment, utterly entranced. His eyes tracked Xiang Yu’s every movement, and the guards exchanged knowing glances, feeling as if they were seeing something that could get people silenced for seeing.

Inside the vehicle, Xiang Yu settled onto the plush seat, brushing back a stray lock of hair with a languid elegance that made Han Xin’s heart race. Before the door even had a chance to fully close, Han Xin intertwined their fingers with a fierce tenderness, his chin resting on Xiang Yu’s shoulder. It was an audacious display of affection that sent a thrill racing through his veins.

"Why won’t you let me hold your hand in front of others?" Han Xin’s voice was a low murmur, edged with an innocent longing.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine. "You’re overthinking," he replied lightly. "I was just fixing my ring..."

The air in the vehicle grew thick with tension. The two crimson guards sitting in front stiffened, exchanging glances that spoke volumes.

Han Xin, unfazed by the awkwardness enveloping them, leaned in closer, a determined glimmer in his eyes. "Then from now on, can we hold hands outside?"

Xiang Yu’s smile deepened, crinkling the corners of his striking dark eyes. "Sure," he acquiesced. Yet, a shadow flickered across his face. "I am just worried that your people will be displeased seeing their imperial lord with a criminal like me."

Han Xin’s grip around Xiang Yu’s waist tightened instinctively as if defending a fragile treasure. He turned Xiang Yu’s face towards him, fingers pinching gently at his chin. "Never call yourself that. You are my imperial queen, remember that," he declared, his voice taking on an imposing tone that surprised even himself. It was stern, yet laced with an undercurrent of affection that thrilled Xiang Yu.

At those words, a flutter ignited deep within Xiang Yu’s stomach. Han Xin, despite his serious demeanour, wore an aura of commanding warmth that pulled him in easily.

He found himself lost in the depths of Han Xin’s intense gaze. He bit his lower lip, caught in a mix of admiration and something more profound. There was an intense electric pulse that ran between them.