NOVEL WEB Chapter 611: NSFW Final
Han Xin wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu, lifting him off the bed completely. Xiang Yu clung to him, his legs wrapping around Han Xin's waist as they stood together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Han Xin kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling as he thrust up into him, the angle changing just enough to make Xiang Yu see stars.
Xiang Yu's hands gripped Han Xin's shoulders tighter, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in the skin. "Fuck—fuck me, Xin-ge," he begged, his voice broken and raw. "Don't stop ngh ngh—please don't stop."
Han Xin obliged, his movements becoming even more ruthless, more feral. He pulled Xiang Yu's buttocks apart with one hand, driving into him with brutal force. Xiang Yu's body jolted with each thrust, his cock twitching as another orgasm began to build, even though he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore.
Xiang Yu's increasingly high-pitched cries rang in Han Xin's ears making even more excited. His breathing was heavy but steady, his glowing eyes never leaving Xiang Yu's face as he fucked him with a single-minded intensity that bordered on terrifying.
Xiang Yu felt delirious, his mind swimming in a sea of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "Ah husband —I can't—I can't—" His words dissolved into incoherent moans as his body was pushed to its limit.
His body was alight, every nerve screaming with the intensity of it all. He could feel himself unraveling, his thoughts slipping away as Han Xin fucked him with a ferocity that left him breathless.
The pace was brutal, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure radiating through him, leaving him trembling, helpless. Han Xin's hands were everywhere, gripping, squeezing, pulling him closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one.
Then, something shifted. Xiang Yu felt it... it was a tug, deep in his chest, as if something were being pulled from him. His eyes widened, panic flaring in his gut as he realized what was happening. Han Xin's glow intensified, his eyes burning brighter as he hooked onto something within Xiang Yu, something intangible yet vital.
It was his soul. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, but before he could react, Han Xin came, his release erupting inside Xiang Yu with a force that made his vision blur.
'Yu Yu—' Han Xin's voice was a growl, low and guttural, as he held him tighter, their bodies pressed together so tightly that there was no space between them. The sensation of being filled, both physically and spiritually, was overwhelming.
Xiang Yu could feel Han Xin's essence intertwined with his own, their souls merging in a way that left him trembling, powerless to do anything but cling to him.
When their souls finally parted, something lingered, a faint echo of Han Xin's presence that settled deep within him. Xiang Yu could feel it, a subtle shift that left him dazed, his thoughts muddled.
He tried to speak, to voice the panic bubbling up inside him, but no words came. Instead, he lay there, breathless and trembling, Han Xin's arms still wrapped around him, holding him close.
Han Xin's growl of pleasure reverberated through him, a primal sound that sent shivers down his spine. His grip on Xiang Yu's waist tightened, pulling him even closer as if he couldn't bear to let go.
'Mine,' Han Xin murmured in Xiang Yu's mind, his voice low and possessive, the word sending a thrill through Xiang Yu despite the lingering haze of confusion. He thought demons were fierce in nature but he was wrong.
They were nothing when compared to a divine immortal. Xiang Yu genuinely thought he was going to be fucked to death, literally.
In the end, his body was a canvas of bruises and bite marks, the evidence of Han Xin's relentless passion painted across his skin. Every inch of him felt raw, alive, and utterly consumed.
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Xiang Yu woke up and found himself back in the post apocalyptic world. He thought when he woke up he would be aching all over but he felt relaxed and refreshed like he had had a full body massage.
With a slow blink, he half-opened his eyes, the soft light filtering through the gaps in the curtains dancing across his vision. Just inches away, was Han Xin sleeping in hus arms.
The sight of his sweetheart made Xiang Yu's breath catch in his throat. Han Xin's face, illuminated by the pale light, looked serene, his features soft and inviting.
Xiang Yu's fingers, guided by an instinctual affection, found their way to Han Xin's cheek, tracing the delicate curve of his jawline before drifting to his ear. Han Xin stirred slightly, opening his eyes to meet Xiang Yu's gaze. There was a warmth in those depths that ignited something fierce and tender within Xiang Yu.
"Awake," Han Xin said softly, his voice low and soothing. He reached out, taking Xiang Yu's hand into his own, the contact grounding yet electrifying. As he rubbed the back of Xiang Yu's hand with his thumb, it sent a ripple of calm through him.
Xiang Yu couldn't help but admire him, letting his gaze roam from Han Xin's closed eyes down the elegant slope of his nose to his beautifully shaped lips.
How could someone so benevolent, so full of light, love him, the embodiment of chaos and darkness? It was a question that always lingered at the back of his mind.
What great deed could he have possibly done in his past lives to deserve the love of someone like Han Xin? They were worlds apart, one was destined to be remembered as the bloodthirsty Demon King of the north, and the other, a beacon of hope and beloved by all divine beings.
At times, Xiang Yu felt like mud, tarnishing the purity of Han Xin's essence, worried that their connection was a stain on his lover's brilliance. He felt so undeserving of the love that poured from Han Xin's gaze, an anchor in a world that had long since lost its way.
Han Xin's eyes fluttered open suddenly, catching the soft light filtering through the gaps in the curtains. He stared into Xiang Yu's face, noting the deep introspection in his lover's gaze. "What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Xiang Yu hesitated only a moment, then spoke honestly. "I am thinking I don't deserve you." His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken doubts.
Han Xin immediately pulled Xiang Yu into his arms, embracing him tightly. "I should be the one to say that," he replied, his voice a soothing balm. He stroked Xiang Yu's hair, feeling the softness beneath his fingers, and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head.
The two of them lay in this embrace for a long time each lost in their own thoughts. Han Xin was struggling to recall what happened before. He had lost hours of his memory. His last vivid memory was of him confronting Peng Xiu. Everything that followed was a blank slate.
His awareness only returned two hours ago when he appeared in front of the buidling with Xiang Yu curled up in his arms wearing different clothes than before.
The streets were desolate with blood stains on the ground, torn off cloths and smashed shop windows. In the stillness surrounding them, faint growls barked from the distance, mingled with the occasional scream and distant gunfire.
A chill swept through the air and he noticed Xiang Yu burrow deeper into his embrace, responding to the cold breeze that rustled through the street. Han Xin instinctively hugged him tighter, wishing to dispel any lingering chill.