HC – Volume 3: Chapter 42: Invitation Part IV

“…Ah—!” Nalan Xuan’s black hair flew around him as he threw back his head and cried out. His body went rigid and arched sharply like a fully drawn bow beneath the moon. With gravity adding the full weight of his body to the point where they were joined, Feng Xuanyi’s already deeply buried erection was forced in even farther, reaching a depth Nalan Xuan had never experienced before. The painful fullness made his vision blur, yet it was immediately drowned beneath the tingling pleasure that followed, as though his organs might be pierced through and even his soul forced open.

The arms hanging weakly around Feng Xuanyi’s neck spasmed. Nalan Xuan clenched both hands tightly, leaving one desperate red mark after another across Feng Xuanyi’s back. The desire Feng Xuanyi had only just suppressed rose violently again. It hardened, trembled, and then spilled, white fluid splashing across Feng Xuanyi’s taut abdomen.

“Hiss—” Feng Xuanyi had not expected Nalan Xuan to climax so easily and had no time to prepare himself. The passage around him contracted fiercely in orgasm, clenching and sucking around his swollen erection like a warm, soft mouth. Feng Xuanyi’s eyes darkened and his body abruptly stiffened. He had to draw upon his internal energy to keep himself from surrendering in that instant inside Nalan Xuan.

Had he simply fallen too deeply under this man’s spell? Why did absolutely everything about Nalan Xuan hold such fatal attraction for him?

Half irritated and half bitter, Feng Xuanyi retaliated with a hard upward thrust.

“…Mm… ah… no more… ngh… don’t…” The suspended position already allowed Feng Xuanyi to penetrate deeply, and inside Nalan Xuan his erection seemed only to grow harder and fuller. Two climaxes in quick succession had left Nalan Xuan drained. Before he even had time to catch his breath, the deep thrusts drove broken cries from him. He struggled to evade them, only to change the angle and help Feng Xuanyi take him even more thoroughly.

“…Ah—!” The broad, swollen head happened to brush a certain spot inside him, sending a violent shudder through Nalan Xuan’s entire body and making the cock between his legs begin to stir once more. “…Don’t… ah…”

He buried his face against Feng Xuanyi’s neck and bit down hard on his lip, almost as though that were the only way to calm the burning desire even briefly.

Everything proceeded exactly as Nalan Xuan had asked. He had said he did not want to do it outside, so Feng Xuanyi carried him toward the inner chamber. He had told Feng Xuanyi not to touch a certain place, so Feng Xuanyi avoided it.

“…Hah… mm… ah… ngh…” Yet as Feng Xuanyi walked, his hips continued rising and falling. He carefully avoided that most sensitive spot, deliberately giving Nalan Xuan everything except what he truly wanted, teasing him so maddeningly that the frustration became harder to endure than direct pleasure. Unable to suppress his moans, Nalan Xuan hid helplessly against Feng Xuanyi’s neck and shook his head, as though only that movement could release even a little of the sensation overwhelming him.

They passed the screen embroidered with paired phoenixes in flight. Feng Xuanyi occasionally used his internal strength to make deliberate trouble along the way. The distance was only a few steps, yet to Nalan Xuan it felt impossibly long, long enough for him to nearly drown in desire and lose himself entirely in pleasure.

Feng Xuanyi pushed aside the deep-red bed curtains. When Nalan Xuan touched the smooth bedding, its faint coolness sent a sudden shiver through his body, already burning so fiercely it seemed almost ready to smoke.

“…Mm…” A small sound of discomfort escaped him.

“…Hah… ah… ah… don’t… not so… ah… too, too fast… ah—!”

The instant Feng Xuanyi finally had a stable footing, every restraint vanished. His burning erection drove forward like a horse that had broken free of its reins, conquering ground without pause and reveling in the soft, tight passage around him. His lean, powerful hips thrust rapidly, muscle lines slick with sweat beneath the dim moonlight. Even the air above the bed seemed to grow restless and scorching with them.

Nalan Xuan tried to twist away, but Feng Xuanyi seemed to anticipate him and immediately held him in place. One hand gripped each side of his buttocks, kneading the pale, sweat-slicked flesh and leaving dark-red marks behind. Feng Xuanyi’s hard abdomen struck against the rounded curves with repeated slap, slap sounds, while the overburdened bed answered with rhythmic creak, creak, making the room seem even more indecently charged.

Nalan Xuan’s neatly trimmed fingers left desperate red scratches across Feng Xuanyi’s back. His legs were raised high and spread helplessly as he endured Feng Xuanyi’s seemingly endless assault. The sensitive raised spot deep inside him could no longer avoid the relentless grinding. His body spasmed and contracted beyond his control. Even when it seemed impossible to bear anything more, even when the intensity made him want to push Feng Xuanyi away, the passage around him only tightened and drew him deeper, bringing wave after wave of suffocating pleasure that seemed to reach the very core of his body.

The thick, dark-red length moved repeatedly between Nalan Xuan’s pale buttocks, withdrawing almost completely before burying itself to the base again. Tender reddened flesh was helplessly drawn outward with every retreat, only to be pushed back in before it could adjust. Moisture spread between them in a slick sheen. His body repeatedly betrayed his intentions, meeting Feng Xuanyi’s movements even through the aching fullness, seemingly insatiable, as though desperate to discover both his own limit and Feng Xuanyi’s.

His body no longer seemed to belong to him. All he could do was sink into that ocean of desire and drift wherever it carried him. He thought heaven and earth were swaying, never realizing that it was his own body rocking uncontrollably with Feng Xuanyi’s rhythm.

“…Mm… hah… ah…”

His body was drowning in extraordinary pleasure, yet somewhere on the left side of his chest, something seemed to become calmer with every movement. It was as though something there was being hollowed out little by little until nothing remained but an empty blankness.

“…Ah… deeper… a little deeper… hah… harder… ah—!”

The moans that had once refused him gradually turned into breathless urging. It was as though Nalan Xuan could never be satisfied. His body had gone so weak that he could barely control it, yet he still panted for Feng Xuanyi to go faster, still begged for more.

With a sudden snap, the last string of Feng Xuanyi’s reason broke. A low growl tore from his throat as his hips began moving with the violence of a storm, dense as pounding rain and urgent as war drums. He drove into the body beneath him, already covered in his marks, while both hands gripped and kneaded the full curves of Nalan Xuan’s buttocks so the man who had deliberately provoked him could not retreat even an inch. The narrow, burning passage had nowhere to escape and could only accept each deep, complete thrust.

Feng Xuanyi bent down and once again took the tempting red nipple swaying before his eyes into his mouth. He bit, sucked, and teased it, alternating between itching pleasure and slight pain as though teaching it the consequences of flaunting itself so fearlessly before him.

“…Hah… ah… mm…”

Following Feng Xuanyi’s rhythm, Nalan Xuan arched high, almost as though even this were not enough, offering his vulnerable chest without reservation to Feng Xuanyi’s mouth. Saliva that had not yet dried glimmered beneath the moonlight with a darkly sensual sheen, making the gesture seem almost like an eager invitation for more.

“…Ah… too… too hard… mm… ah…”

Nalan Xuan wound both arms around Feng Xuanyi’s neck and panted against his ear, each breath scorching. His face was flushed, beautiful and decadent as a flower in full bloom. His lips remained parted between uneven breaths, his lifted phoenix eyes misted and almost painfully seductive. Tears of passion left damp trails beside his temples, and beneath the moisture some of the ink-dark color there seemed to fade away, revealing scattered strands that gleamed silver-white like moonlight.

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