Feudal Dregs - Chapter 43

This wasn't the first time Lan Yu had said he loved him. Li Mingzheng knew full well that nine out of ten words from Lan Yu's mouth were likely lies. Yet, in that moment, within the stifling confines of the bed, his heart stuttered as if electrified, a strange tingling spreading through his chest.

His gaze darkened as he stared down at Lan Yu, whose flushed cheeks and misty, fox-like eyes brimmed with affection. An inexplicable restlessness surged within him. Gripping Lan Yu's legs, he flipped him onto his stomach, no longer willing to look at that face. Another sharp slap landed on the plump curve of his ass.

"Lift your hips," Li Mingzheng ordered coldly.

Lan Yu cried out in pain, biting his lip as his back arched, his hips lifting in a posture that seemed to beg to be taken.

He was slender and delicate, his sweat-slicked shoulder blades like the wings of a butterfly, his waist curved inward, his buttocks beautifully shaped—utterly alluring. Li Mingzheng's cock was so hard it was unbearable. Gripping Lan Yu's narrow waist, he thrust in without hesitation. The moment the thick shaft entered, it began to ram ruthlessly, his balls slapping heavily against Lan Yu's perineum. The force made Lan Yu's knees buckle, his toes curling and uncurling. The bell buried in the bedding muffled its sound, yet the muted chime only made it more tantalizing to the ears.

Li Mingzheng's cock was thick, and he fucked with brutal force. Lan Yu didn't hold back his moans, crying out wantonly, "So deep... you're going to break me—ah, it feels so good, Li Mingzheng—Li Mingzheng."

Even the simplest three syllables from Lan Yu's lips seemed drenched in sticky, lustful heat.

Sweat rolled down Li Mingzheng's forehead. Suddenly, he reached out, gripping the back of Lan Yu's neck and shoving him down into the bed. "Shut up," he said coldly.

Caught off guard, Lan Yu's face was pressed into the bedding. He tried to lift his head, but the hand only tightened its grip. Struggling to breathe, his lower body clenched even tighter, greedily squeezing around the scorching intrusion as if trying to swallow it whole. Li Mingzheng groaned in pleasure, his restraint slipping. Hearing the man's low, rough gasps only made Lan Yu's body burn hotter, his cunt feeling like it was melting under the relentless thrusts.

A sudden, deep plunge—the cock slammed straight into his cervix. Lan Yu shuddered, a soft cry escaping him, but the hand on his neck held him down against the bed, rough and unyielding. Lan Yu bit into the sheets, drool soaking a corner as his moans became muffled and strained. "...No, too fast."

Li Mingzheng ignored him. Only when he forced his way past the entrance of Lan Yu's womb, shoving his cock into the tight little opening, did he realize Lan Yu had come, his cunt spasming in climax, warm slick gushing out and splattering against the invading shaft.

Chest heaving, Li Mingzheng grabbed Lan Yu's hair and leaned down to look at him. Lan Yu lay there, biting the soaked sheets, his lashes wet, his face streaked with what could have been sweat or tears—pitiful and beautiful all at once. For some reason, Li Mingzheng felt like something was missing. He stared at Lan Yu's flushed lips for a moment before reaching out to rub his thumb over them. "Lan Yu," he called.

Lan Yu's unfocused gaze slowly sharpened as he looked up at Li Mingzheng. Just as he was about to speak, two fingers were shoved into his mouth. He sucked on them obediently, his tongue swirling around the digits as if they were the man's cock. The sight sent a surge of heat through Li Mingzheng. He pulled his fingers out and patted Lan Yu's cheek. "Little bitch," he said, "why are you so fucking lewd?"

He added, "No wonder my father and second brother can't get enough of you."

Lan Yu mumbled incoherently, "Don't want them... I like you."

Li Mingzheng looked down at him, then abruptly pulled out. Changing their positions so they faced each other, he ordered, "Hold your legs up."

Flushing with shame, Lan Yu slowly lifted his thighs, baring himself. Li Mingzheng didn't rush him, pressing the tip of his cock against the still-gaping entrance. But Lan Yu turned his face away, too embarrassed to look.

Li Mingzheng pinched his small nipple, his voice indifferent. "Open your eyes."

Lan Yu shivered, opening his eyes to stare blankly as his womanly entrance swallowed Li Mingzheng's monstrous member. The lewd fluids inside were squeezed out, dripping onto their slick joining point in an obscene display. Suddenly trembling, the bells on his ankles jingled as he instinctively held his breath and looked down at his belly, nearly convinced he was being fucked straight through.

His hands loosened slightly, causing his legs to begin to slip, but Li Mingzheng thrust in harshly—a clear warning. The pain jolted Lan Yu awake, and he clumsily hugged his legs back up, spreading them obediently for the man who called him "little wife." With just a glance, Li Mingzheng could take in the full sight of Lan Yu lost in pleasure: the delicate ankles adorned with swaying silver anklets, the frantic jingling of bells matching the brutal pace of his thrusts, and Lan Yu's choked sobs—each detail only fueling Li Mingzheng's satisfaction.

He had always been indifferent by nature, even in bed, never indulging excessively. Yet tonight, he was like an insatiable beast, craving nothing more than to devour Lan Yu whole.

Lan Yu nearly thought he would be fucked to death.

Pleasure surged like violent tides, keeping him suspended in the crest of the waves long after his climax. Exhausted, he could no longer hold his legs up, but Li Mingzheng didn't care, continuing to take him sideways until he finally spilled inside.

The sensation of being filled made Lan Yu shudder violently. His spent cock twitched, releasing a small trickle of liquid.

Li Mingzheng lowered his gaze, taking in the ruined mess between Lan Yu's legs with twisted satisfaction. He pinched Lan Yu's chin, thumb brushing over his soft, red lips before kissing him lightly and murmuring, "Little wife, you pissed yourself."


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