Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

Tight, dripping heat, feeling the way it sucked him in, warm and inviting. The squelch of Xiang Yu's body was obscene, mingling with the sound of the waterfall, and Han Xin couldn't help but smirk as Xiang Yu gasped, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach.

"Fuck," Xiang Yu breathed, his voice trembling as Han Xin stretched him open with slow, purposeful thrusts. The wetness coated Han Xin's fingers, slippery and warm, and he could feel every inch of Xiang Yu's body clenching around him.

Han Xin leaned in closer, his breath hot against Xiang Yu's ear. "Do-don't stop... ah ngh... ngh fuck," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice high-pitched and dripping with lust. Han Xin's fingers curled slightly, brushing against that spot that made Xiang Yu cry out, his entire body shuddering.

"U-ugh—!" Xiang Yu's voice broke, his hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure surged through him. His cock pulsed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, and Han Xin could see the desperation in his eyes... raw and unfiltered.

Without warning, Han Xin withdrew his fingers, leaving Xiang Yu gasping and empty. "Wait—fuck, don't stop—" Xiang Yu begged, his voice ragged, but Han Xin silenced him with a look, his glowing eyes burning with need.

In one fluid motion, Han Xin tugged down his pants, freeing his cock,hard and thick, before letting them hang low on his hips. He gripped Xiang Yu's thighs, lifting them effortlessly, leaving him completely exposed. Han Xin's hot palm caressed up his abdomen and chest, brushing his fingertips against the erect nipple underneath the sheer material. He let out a growl as he positioned himself at Xiang Yu's entrance.

Xiang Yu's chest heaved, his face flushed as he stared up at Han Xin. "Husband fuck me—please, just—mm, slowly…" he managed to rasp, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Han Xin obeyed for now, pressing the head of his cock against that slick opening and pushing in slowly, inch by torturous inch. He watched every reaction on Xiang Yu's face with a burning gaze. The way his lips parted, the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his breath came in shallow gasps, all drove this man insane. As he bottomed out, his hips flushed against Xiang Yu's ass.

He moved slowly but restraint wasn't in the cards for long. With a sharp intake of breath, Han Xin began to move, starting with shallow thrusts that gradually grew deeper, harder.

His grip on Xiang Yu's waist tightened leaving distinct marks. He fucked him with abandon, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the air along with the ceaseless roar of the waterfall.

"You bastard—" Xiang Yu gasped, his back arching as Han Xin hit that spot again and again. His cock leaked against his stomach, untouched and throbbing, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.

Han Xin's muscles flexed with every thrust, his pace relentless now as he pounded into Xiang Yu with a ferocity that left them both breathless. He was like a beast in heat thrusting ruthlessly making Xiang Yu's eyes a little red.

His gaze locked onto Xiang Yu, who shifted uncomfortably, his body instinctively preparing to flee. But before he could move, Han Xin's hands shot out, gripping Xiang Yu's thighs with a strength that left no room for escape. Holy fuck, Xiang Yu thought, his breath catching for a moment as he felt the intensity radiating from Han Xin like a storm about to break.

Without a word, Han Xin leaned in, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Xiang Yu's inner thigh. The sharp sting of pain quickly melted into a searing pleasure as Han Xin's mouth worked against his skin, his tongue swirling over the tender spot he'd just marked.

Xiang Yu moaned, his head falling back against the bed as his body arched instinctively. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling, hands clutching the sheets tightly.

Han Xin's aura enveloped him, hot and demanding, like a wildfire consuming everything in its path. He pressed closer, his body pressing Xiang Yu's thighs apart with deliberate force. The friction between them was unbearable, and Xiang Yu could feel himself throb with need.

Han Xin's hands roamed up once more, caressing the tight planes of Xiang Yu's abdomen, tracing the defined muscles with a possessive touch that sent shivers through him.

When Han Xin's fingers found his nipple, pinching and teasing it mercilessly, Xiang Yu bit down on his lower lip to stifle another moan. "Please," he gasped, his voice barely audible.

But Han Xin wasn't done. He thrust deeper, his movement calculated and relentless, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through Xiang Yu's body. The sensation was overwhelming, and Xiang Yu clutched the sheets tighter, his knuckles whitening as he tried to ground himself.

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Ngh ngh ngh," he choked out, his voice breaking. "Xin-ge—ah, slow down, I'm—"

Before he could finish, his body convulsed violently, his thighs trembling as his cock twitched and spilt streams of cum across his abs, chest, and face. The orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping and writhing beneath Han Xin's unrelenting grip.

Han Xin didn't stop. Instead, he leaned down, his tongue lapping up the mess he'd made, savouring every drop with a low growl of satisfaction. The taste seemed to drive him wilder, and he kissed Xiang Yu fiercely, their lips crashing together in a dizzying collision of need and dominance.

Xiang Yu felt like he was drowning in the intensity of it all, his mind spinning as Han Xin's aura consumed him completely. 'Fuck!This is too much. I am going to die on his bird,' he thought, but his body betrayed him, arching into Han Xin's touch as if begging for more.

Han Xin's lips trailed down his neck, biting and sucking marks into his skin as his hands explored every inch of Xiang Yu's trembling form. "You are mine." Those words echoed in Xiang Yu's mind making him think that he was hallucinating. But that dark and possessive voice was so familiar. "Every part of you is mine." It was definitely Han Xin's voice though he didn't open his mouth to speak.

Xiang Yu couldn't speak, couldn't think. All he could do was feel as Han Xin took him apart piece by piece, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than the last. In his ear were the sounds of their heavy breathing, the slickness of skin against skin, and the low growls that escaped Han Xin's throat as he claimed Xiang Yu completely.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu gasped again, his voice ragged. "Are you trying to fuck me to death," he continued to say but his words were completely different from his actions.

In response, Han Xin didn't let up. He began to move again, his thrusts slow yet harder and deeper.

Xiang Yu was sure he would break under the relentless onslaught. And yet, he didn't want it to end. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming to resist. His body responded eagerly, seeking more even as it begged for relief.

Han Xin's lips met his once more, their kiss bruising and raw, a silent promise of the madness that was yet to come.