Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 487

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?"