Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-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?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

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.

Han Xin wasn’t going to let it go. He wanted Xiang Yu to answer him. "Do you understand?" he asked, his voice firm yet laced with a softness that wrapped around Xiang Yu like a warm blanket.

"I understand," Xiang Yu replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes trailing momentarily to Han Xin’s lips, which were full and inviting, heightening the tension that crackled between them.

"Good," Han Xin said, releasing Xiang Yu’s chin but allowing his fingers to linger on Xiang Yu’s hand, rubbing circles with his thumb that sent shivers up Xiang Yu’s arm.

Xiang Yu leaned closer, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Keep this going, and you might get fucked," he whispered, his breath warm against Han Xin’s ear, filled with playful mischief that took Han Xin by surprise.

Han Xin’s demeanour shifted instantly, pursing his lips in a futile attempt to conceal the flush creeping up his cheeks.

In the front seat, one of the crimson guards, his heart racing as he glanced through the rearview mirror. The sight of Han Xin, with his cheeks tinged a delicate pink and his piercing gaze fixed on Xiang Yu, made him freeze mid-thought. He hadn’t anticipated the moment to feel so... personal, and it sent a chill down his spine.

When their eyes briefly met, Han Xin’s piercing stare felt like ice piercing through him. The guard quickly looked away, his heart plummeting as the weight of how badly he had overstepped settled on him. "Y- your Majesty we arrive in five minutes," he managed to stammer, his voice shaking. Sweat broke out on his brow, a visceral fear overtaking him.

Soon the armoured vehicle rumbled to a halt, and Han Xin was the first to emerge, stepping down with an ease born from command and training. With a quick glance back into the vehicle, he extended his hand toward Xiang Yu, a gesture both protective and inviting.

Xiang Yu took his hand, the warmth of their touch sending a rush of comfort through him as he descended. Together, they walked hand in hand toward the massive entrance of the spacecraft.

As they crossed they entered, the familiar buzz of voices filled the air, and suddenly, Lian and Mei rushed over as if propelled by a spring, their faces alight with excitement. "Master!" they called in unison, a joyful mixture of surprise and relief.

Han Xin quickly hugged Xiang Yu to his side, pulling him away slightly in a protective gesture that sent an unfamiliar thrill coursing through Xiang Yu.

"Brother Han Xin," Lian exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. "You have monopolized our Master for days!"

"Yes," Mei chimed in, a pout forming on her lips. "We also want to spend time with him!" Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and yearning, underscoring the bond they all shared.

Han Xin stood his ground, a protective arm still draped around Xiang Yu. "Your master is tired," he asserted gently but firmly. "He needs to rest, so no jostling him around." At that moment, Xiang Yu felt like delicate porcelain, beautiful yet fragile. He had never in his life been treated as such until the day this man fell in love with him.

Meanwhile Han Zhan stood at a distance, watching the scene unfold with a sense of disbelief. His mouth hung agape, astonishment painting his features.

These days, he hardly recognized his cousin anymore. Han Xin, usually so stoic and reserved, had transformed into someone vibrant and tender... all thanks to Xiang Yu. It was incredibly dumbfounding.