»No!« Ying yue rejected him. »Don't always say no!« the annoyed voice of the demon sounded at his ear. Ying yue had laid down near the crackling campfire and tried to ignore Zhen yan's every price, which became increasingly difficult.
At first, the demon had only lain down near him, then he had slid up to him, and now he was half on top of him, with one knee between Ying yue's legs and his lips at his throat. With one hand buried under Zhen yan's body, Ying yue tried to push the demon away from him with the other, but to his own surprise, the pressure he applied was almost laughable.
His heart was beating up to his throat and the sweet, heavy feeling in his lower abdomen pulled painfully at him. Zhen yan braced himself with one arm next to him, so as not to crush him; with the other hand, he ran through Ying yue's hair over his face and gently opened his lips so that he could cover them with his.
Zhen yan's kiss was hot, demanding and unyielding, ceaselessly claiming Ying yue's lips and tongue until he could hardly breathe. His words of refusal stuck in his throat and his heart and body did whatever they wanted. The familiar panic welled up inside him. He tried to convince himself how unnatural this relationship was, but he didn't feel weird or disgusting. When Zhen yan released his lips and covered his neck with kisses.
He didn't feel dirty or unclean when the demon's free hand loosened his clothing and slid under it. Since that incident in the temple of Tuér Shen, Ying yue's inhibitions had virtually melted away. Zhen yan teased Ying yue so much that he no longer had his voice under control; no matter how hard he pressed his lips together, he couldn't prevent it from slipping like a deep sigh.
Zhen yan paused for a moment and felt Ying yue's body vibrate beneath him. The delicate, fragile bodies of women were nothing compared to the raw power of the muscular body of the man beneath him. It was almost like a fight between equals.
»Zhen yan!« Ying yue gasped when he had recovered a bit. His body had gone rigid and even if he almost melted away under the demon's touch, he couldn't suppress the fear of what was to come. Before Ying yue could reject him again, the demon playfully bit the curve of his neck and let his hand wander even deeper under his clothes.
Ying yue's hand, which had tried to push him away powerlessly, ran over his face, got caught in his black hair, and held him closer, while he lost more and more control over his body and voice. When his hip started to move and bent towards the demon, Zhen yan's self-control was gone. Ying yue's soft, powerless words of »not yet« that had held him back like a spell dissolved with a deep sigh. His skin burned when he touched Ying yue's naked white body; he gripped her hips in an electric grip and pushed Ying yue's clothes aside. He bent down to Ying yue's ear.
»Now?« Ying yue felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over him. With a panic-stricken effort, he wanted to throw Zhen yan off of him. He was not drunk at all. He felt something where it didn't belong. This couldn't be right and all his fears seemed to be confirmed, but before Ying yue could say something, a fierce pain tore through his body and he almost fainted.
Zhen yan pulled him back from the brink of unconsciousness. His body moved over him, into him, and the last vestige of sanity sank into the heat and the feelings. A hard, velvety iron dug into warm, soft flesh. Zhen yan was completely inside him without warning and Ying yue felt a pain that tore him apart inside. Nevertheless, he bent his hip involuntarily and snuggled closer to Zhen yan, who covered him with kisses and moved rhythmically inside him.
He twisted his hip as a completely new, clear feeling sent him into ecstasy. He arched up, aflame, allowing Zhen yan to penetrate even deeper. His voice broke and an utterly inhuman sound escaped his throat.
He was ashamed, but the tighter he pressed against Zhen yan, the more the uncomfortable feeling within him shrank. He closed his eyes and dug his fingernails into the demon's bared chest. Despite the pain and the wounds he was rubbing open, he couldn't help but unconsciously direct Zhen yan to where it felt best.
Zhen yan's hard member rubbed the spot deep inside him relentlessly and the electrifying waves of pleasure crashed over him. The lust inside him piled up and buried him. His legs and ass ached and went numb and he had no other choice than to cling to Zhen yan like a drowning man and rub against him, deeper, faster. His mind swam in a sea of colors and feelings, inside he melted like snow in the tender spring. Zhen yan reached for his hip and lifted it gently.
Ying yue couldn't suppress the lustful sound inside of him as Zhen yan penetrated him deeper and dug his hard shaft into Ying yue's soft flesh. The demon's robe had slipped off his shoulders, revealing his white, muscular chest. His black hair glided over the smooth, even skin and tickled Ying yue's already aroused pubic area.
Zhen yan grasped the back of Ying yue's knees and bent his legs a little more. Ying yue gasped, his hands clawed into the grass and earth. He wanted to hold on to something, otherwise he had the feeling that he would drift away completely. Zhen yan looked at him with dark, reddish eyes. Despite the sounds of pain mixed with Ying yue's lustful moans, he couldn't help but dig deeper and deeper into him.
His thrusts became faster and harder, and he watched as the young man bent and twisted under him, turning his hips and losing his reason beneath him. With one hand he held Ying yue's hips tight against him, with the other he took hold of his own hard shaft and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Ying yue, who had desperately pressed his lips together, now opened his mouth and his dark eyes, reflecting desire and excitement, looked up at him.
Instinctively, he reached for Zhen yan's hand, which was rubbing him ceaselessly. He gasped, and now that he no longer tried to suppress his ecstasy, he only made the demon more insane with his sounds. His legs wrapped around Zhen yan's hips and he lifted his waist when his body suddenly winced. »Zhen yan!« he gasped.
His whole body went rigid, pain spread through his body. »Zhen yan!« he gasped even more desperately. He didn't know what these feelings, all the pent-up desire inside him, meant. He only felt the waves of arousal, Zhen yan inside him, drilling deep into his flesh. Zhen yan bent over him, he reached into Ying yue's long, damp hair and gave him an intense kiss.
His tongue explored Ying yue's mouth, catching all the lustful moans that rose from his throat. Swallowed his breath and tasted his saliva. Pressed close together, so that skin rubbed against skin and between them Ying yue's hard iron, which pulsated painfully, Zhen yan drove him ever further to the climax.
»Let go,« the demon whispered in his ear. »It's okay, let yourself go.« Ying yue clutched Zhen yan and dug his fingers deep into his back. He pushed Zhenyan's buttocks against his groin as the blood and the lust shot in his loins and exploded. His seed covered her pubic area with a hot, whitish trail.
Ying yue covered his eyes with his arms, not wanting to look at the demon, not wanting to look at all at what he had just done, what he had just allowed Zhen yan to do to him. His voice trembled as his body went limp under Zhen yan. With a few powerful thrusts, he felt the demon cum inside him.
The demon massaged his hips and legs tenderly, yet with fierce pressure.
He first spread the love juice over his belly before fetching a piece of cloth and gently wiping himself clean. Ying yue had no feeling left in his abdomen; it felt as if a boulder had rolled over his lower body. His rump and back hurt, not to mention his sore, reddened back entrance. Still, he couldn't stop himself from moaning when Zhen yan touched him at his most sensitive spot.
Ying yue gritted his teeth and tried with all his might to concentrate on coming down again, but Zhen yan had already realized what he had done and was playing sinfully with Ying yue's pubic area with his glowing and at the same time cold fingers.
»Zhen yan!« Ying yue pushed herself up onto the cold floor and pushed the demon away. Zhen yan took a surprised step back, but he still clung to Ying yue's hips, so that he was pulled along and suddenly sat on top of him. Ying yue's eyes widened as he felt Zhen yan harden inside him and immediately took the opportunity to penetrate deeper. Too deep.
He hadn't been prepared for further torment. He gasped, but Zhen yan held him tight and began to thrust again. With one hand, he pushed Ying yue onto his lap, and with the other, he ran his hand up his sweat-soaked back, under his loose robe and dug his fingers into Ying yue's loose braid and pulled. Ying yue bent shivering under his rough handling.
His legs and his lower body trembled, not even on the battlefield had he been so close to exhaustion, and yet Zhen yan's thrusts drove him further and further. He managed to free his hair from the demon's grip and now buried his fingers in the sea of black. Ying yue bent down and gave the demon a long, burning kiss.
Their breathing and moaning mingled. The closer Ying yue nestled against Zhen yan, the harder and deeper his penetration became. Clutching each other tightly, forgetting everything around them, they drove each other to climax.
Ying yue felt the heat between them and inside her as her seed poured over and into him again. He breathed quickly and in fits and starts, his legs trembled and he felt as if he were paralyzed from the waist down. The waves of pleasure ebbed away, leaving a warm, buzzing feeling in his body and his head. When his arms slid down, Zhen yan caught him and gently laid him back on the grass.
»Ying yue?« he asked tentatively. Ying yue felt pain, satisfaction and shame, but above all, there was pain. In the past, when he had thought of something like this, he had been the one who... He covered his eyes with his hands. But now he had been the one who... He had been taken. His fears had been confirmed, it had happened exactly as he had feared.
Zhen yan had been ruthless, the pain brought tears to his eyes. His body trembled uncontrollably from the waist down, he lost feeling in his cramped calves and felt the heat pulsating in his head. The thought of what he had just done... a cold wind blew over his skin, he trembled from exhaustion, cold and agony. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't let Zhen yan kneel between him like that. Cramps went through his muscles.
»Get off!« he demanded in a hoarse voice. Zhen yan covered him with his robe. »Get off me!« Ying yue shouted louder and tried to push the demon away, when he grabbed his arms and squeezed them hard over Ying yue's head. He misunderstood Ying yue's behavior and became furious. »Now you're unclean,« Zhen yan growled annoyed about his reaction.
»I made you dirty.« Then he gave him a rough, possessive kiss that only ended when Ying yue took the opportunity to bite him on the lip. Blood flowed into his mouth and he saw the thick red drops dripping from Zhen Yan's lower lip. Ying yue fought back fiercely, but the demon was much stronger. His legs cramped and he squirmed helplessly under Zhen yan. »I can't anymore,« he said between clenched lips. »Get off, please,« he pleaded.
Zhen yan let go of him immediately and rolled off him. Exhausted and with trembling, quivering legs, Ying yue curled up and clung tightly to his robes. Zhen yan didn't say anything, he straightened his clothes and dressed him again clumsily. The demon's eyes reflected concern and regret. Ying yue's whole body felt maltreated, as if he had fought to the point of exhaustion.
Although he tried with all his might to prevent it, he could not stop the exhaustion. The gentle waves of pleasure that smoothed him and the crackling fire soon lured him into a deep sleep.