The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL] Chapter 45: Take Him Back! — R18

R-18 scenes can be skipped, it’ll still make sense >.<

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Xu Feng wanted to bite sothing, but there was nothing in range, even his own hands weren’t an option. He could only continue to scream, with no thought of keeping his voice down anymore.

He would scream until his voice box lost its function.

The penis sheathed in his body was growing more and more engorged. It was already so thick, there should be a limit!

Xuan Yang thrust in and out dozens of tis with a steady and vigorous pace until the rosebud was truly rosy, red, and swollen.

The fluids, trying their best to soften the rampage for the ger, seeped out between thrusts making wet sounds with each plunge.

With the next thrust, Xuan Jian suddenly restrained Xu Feng tighter as Xuan Yang raised and turned his waist at an angle. His eyes narrowed and the sweat between his brows pooled.

"Ughh," Xu Feng groaned; the behemoth was too deep. How did Xuan Jian take this thing willingly?

In an instant, he knew the man inside him was right at the door of the right place if they wanted to have a child, but the books didn’t say it would hurt so much.

Xuan Yang after finding the opening he was looking for, began to piston with force. And another level of pain and pleasure(?) washed over Xu Feng.

*thump

*thud

*thunk

*thump

The room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of flesh eting flesh, an intimate song that left nothing to the imagination.

Each collision reverberated through the night, as all three participants were cloaked by foggy desire.

Two naked bodies, glistening with sweat moved in a new faster rhythm. anwhile, the third figure, his robes now drenched in sweat and the other two n’s body fluids, remained a rock in the sea of motion.

All this would be a waste of ti if Xuan Yang couldn’t fill the birth canal with seed. And he seed to take this duty seriously as he filled Xu Feng over and over and over again as the ger cried out.

"Stay down," he grumbled as Xu Feng tried to run with what little strength he could muster.

Even if he wanted to move, the grip above him wouldn’t let him get far. The feeling of being filled in a deeper place was far worse than before. At the sa ti, the feeling was a sweet pain.

It seed like he could picture the place deep in his body with his mind’s eye. His body was really different.

Even in the confusion of pain and pleasure, even as his mind occasionally found clarity and protested, Xu Feng’s body stayed ready and willing.

The two red fruit on his chest had stayed hard and pointed through the plowing, as his rosebud continuously secreted fluids to ease the hard burden sheathed within. Even Xu Feng’s stan was continuously released as if to give him so compensation for the pain.

Xuan Yang and Xuan Jian couldn’t help but think the ger was truly a perverted talent. During his first ti, his body was so sensitive, that not much needed to be done to soothe him. It was almost like a self-play.

Every ti the cavern was filled, the heat beca stronger. The pain was like a stabbing knife.

"Uh, uh...uhhh..." Xu Feng could only sob, as his body rocked back and forth.

Xuan Yang refused to slow down, the whole bed was shaking under the movent and weight of the three bodies.

When he drilled into the deeper cavern one last ti, it seed like he was drilling into Xu Feng’s soul as a wave of warmth washed over him.

Xu Feng’s eyes were wide open, his chest rising and falling raggedly, his flower stan felt like releasing, but there was nothing left to release. He almost wet himself...

After that, he lay on the bed, unable to breathe for a long ti. His silver hair was disheveled, splayed between him and the man who stayed behind him like a rock.

Xuan Yang lay on top and didn’t get up. The red candle was weeping but still had so life left.

At that mont, Xu Feng’s heart was empty, and his mind was blank. The weight on top of him kept him from drifting away—either in the wind or off to sleep.

After a mont of rest with the only noise in the room being harsh breathing, Xu Feng noticed the object in his body was getting hot and hard again.

A sharp wave of fear spiked in him as he glared at the man on his body before moving his eyes toward the other man—his savior.

’You can have your man back. TAKE HIM BACK’ Xu Feng tried his hardest to relay this ssage to Xuan Jian who was watching the two n in his lap with hidden eyes.

’TAKE HIM BACK!’

"Again," Xuan Yang whispered.

"Nnnnn." Xu Feng pushed himself to deny the instruction. The word would co out of his mouth if it killed him. An abused throat wasn’t an excuse.

The heartbeat of the man on top of him was now steady. It was like Xu Feng was the only one trapped in a cycle of panic from beginning to end.

Luckily, of the two n surnad Xuan, one seed to have a conscious.

Xuan Jian finally released the ger underneath him and leaned down catching the raven-haired man’s jaw in one hand and stroking the fingers of the other through the soft dark temptation. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable even for the interloper.

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His stomach was lean with a bit of muscle that could barely be seen. Further up were two perky red nubs, still in a state of readiness, unlike the owner of the body.

At the top of the beautiful picture was an even more stunning face full of fatigue and curiosity. But drowsiness still won out in the end.

The silver-haired beauty struggled a bit longer as eyes were completely enchanted one mont near closing in the next.

He couldn’t understand how the two n could have the energy to play so hard. Was this the difference between gers and n in this world?

Xu Feng lay on the bed as the candle neared its end, finally drifting off to sleep to the lody of bodies vigorously moving against each other.