Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 579: NSFW

The woman on the bed remained motionless, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling, unaware of the twisted plans unfolding beside her. She was lost, a mere shell on the brink of nothingness.

Peng Xiu’s gaze lingered on her mother for a moment longer, her smile unwavering, full of promise and menace. The room thickened with anticipation, the air crackling with a sense of violence just waiting to be unleashed.

The night before

The tent was dim, shadows dancing across the fabric as the soft wind whispered outside. Inside, the air felt warm and intimate, cocooning Han Xin and Xiang Yu in their own world. Han Xin nestled closer, wrapping his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist. He inhaled the sweet scent on his body and a fiery passion ignited.

With a gentle tug, Han Xin kissed the tender skin of Xiang Yu’s neck. Xiang Yu chuckled, a sound that vibrated through Han Xin’s chest, and tried to squirm away, but there was no escape. With deft movements, Han Xin rolled, positioning himself on top of Xiang Yu.

Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the world outside faded. Han Xin kissed him fiercely, his lips capturing Xiang Yu’s, while he pinned Xiang Yu’s wrists against the soft fabric beneath them. The kiss deepened, full of urgency and need. Han Xin’s body ground against Xiang Yu’s, the pleasure sparking between them like fire.

It was raw and hungry, like a beast unleashed. Xiang Yu responded in kind, his breath hitching as he moaned softly into Han Xin’s mouth. They lost themselves in the heat, laughter and sounds of desire mingling with the rustle of the wind outside.

After a while, Han Xin pulled back, releasing Xiang Yu’s wrists. They were both panting, bodies heaving with unspent energy. Han Xin’s fingers found their way through Xiang Yu’s hair, the dark strands slipping between his fingers like silk. He searched Xiang Yu’s eyes, wanting to know what came next. "So, what’s the plan?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

Xiang Yu embraced him tightly then, as if he feared the moment would slip away. "We attack her strongest ally," he replied, determination flickering in his gaze. "Are you willing to ride with me all the way?"

A smile curled on Han Xin’s lips as he leaned in, gently biting Xiang Yu’s lower lip. "I will follow you into the fire," he promised, their hearts racing in sync.

Xiang Yu leaned into him, his warmth a stark contrast to the cool night air. "Husband," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper that sent a shiver down Han Xin’s spine. "Let’s do it."

Han Xin’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Here?" he asked, his voice barely above a breath. The tent felt suddenly smaller, the darkness more suffocating.

He knew they risked being discovered but Xiang Yu’s gaze was unwavering, his expression a mix of desire and defiance.

He smiled, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s cheek as he leaned in. "Yeah," he replied, his breath warm against Han Xin’s skin. "Here."

Han Xin’s heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. But Xiang Yu’s confidence was infectious, his boldness a magnet Han Xin found impossible to resist. "People will hear us," he protested weakly, though his hands had already begun to tremble, his resolve crumbling under Xiang Yu’s touch.

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a mischievous grin as he leaned closer, his teeth grazing Han Xin’s earlobe. "I will be quiet," he whispered, his voice a husky promise that sent a jolt of desire through Han Xin’s body.

Han Xin bit his lip, his resistance melting away like wax under the heat of Xiang Yu’s gaze. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.

It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Xiang Yu’s hands slid up Han Xin’s chest, his touch firm yet gentle, as if he were memorizing every contour of his body.

The sleeping bag rustled beneath them as they moved closer, their kisses growing more fervent, more desperate. Han Xin’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Xiang Yu’s pyjama shirt, his fingers trembling with a mix of eagerness and nervousness.

Xiang Yu laughed softly, a low, throaty sound that echoed in the confined space, and helped him, their clothes falling away piece by piece until they were both half-naked, their skin flushed in the dim light.

Han Xin pulled Xiang Yu onto his lap, their bodies pressing together in a lotus position, their legs intertwined. The position was intimate, vulnerable, and Han Xin felt a surge of protectiveness, a desire to shield Xiang Yu from the world outside the tent.

Xiang Yu’s head tilted back, his neck exposed, and Han Xin couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin, his lips lingering as if to savor the moment.

Xiang Yu moaned softly, his hands tangling in Han Xin’s hair, pulling him closer. "Touch me," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

Han Xin’s fingers trembled as he reached for the bottle of lubricant tucked into the pocket of his satchel. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound of it echoing in his ears, drowning out the world beyond the tent.

He coated his fingers with the cool gel, his touch hesitant at first, but Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as he pressed a finger against his entrance, and Han Xin’s confidence grew.

"Slowly," Xiang Yu murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as Han Xin’s finger slipped inside him. The tent was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, and the occasional muffled moan.

Han Xin’s thumb brushed against Xiang Yu’s lips, silencing him, and Xiang Yu bit down gently, his eyes locking with Han Xin’s in a silent plea for more.

Han Xin added a second finger, his movements deliberate, his touch tender. Xiang Yu’s body arched into him, his hips rocking subtly as he sought friction, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Han Xin’s free hand traced the lines of Xiang Yu’s body, his fingers mapping the contours of his muscles, the curve of his waist, the swell of his hips.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice a ragged plea.