How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 17 - Eating

A/N: This chapter contains mild gore, violence and non-con. Please don't continue reading if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.

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Taking up the bottle for a second time, he wets the pearls and presses them against the opening. Seeing the entry twitch and pulse, trying to close against the intrusion, his erection gets even harder. Twirling the pearls around his fingers, he pushes them in, a few beads at a time, pushing and massaging.

"Nghn." A soft wince from Zhou Xu tells him the opening is still sore from yesterday's tearing and he pours a bit more lubricant on them. I mean, I am not that much of an animal.

Focusing on the iron taste in his mouth, he feels that familiar popping sensation moving inside him. What is it with those pearls?

When half the string of pearls has been pushed in, Wen Ke Xing dives down between the cheeks. Moving his tongue in and around the hole, he sucks, licks, and massages around the pearls. Moving his lips around the opening, he starts to suck them out, one after another, the raw taste making his skin feel like it's on fire. The sensation is so new and so different to the cold he has long become used to, that his mind goes momentarily blank.

When his sensitive lips feel the soft twitching from the entrance, it pulls him back to the present. Zhou Xu is reacting to the treatment of the tongue and pearls as they move around his inside. Sucking and licking, he continues to eat away at that hole until all the pearls are out. Lost in that ferocious heat, he pulls Zhou Xu up on all four to get better access and dives back in. Sucking, licking, prodding, tasting, slurping. His hands wandering up that slender waist, up the back and down the chest, tracing the contracted abs until he reaches that cock. It's... It's hard! Already? Feeling it tremble against his fingertips, his inside starts to hum.

Taking the erection into his hand, his own grows even harder, pulsing in frustration and anticipation. With fingers still wet with lubrication, they make their way up the shaft, tracing the outline of the banjo string until they reach the neck. Gently rubbing the tip, he finally gets a second reaction.

"Mnhgh." Muffled against the mattress, an almost silent moan escapes Zhou Xu's tightly shut lips.

"Ah-Xu, is getting eaten your favorite? Eating you might be my new favorite thing to do."

Still forcing himself quiet, Zhou Xu refuses to turn his head, refuses to open his lips, refuses to move inside that hand. Conflicting feelings raging inside. Almost chewing on his tongue at this point, his mind screams. Fuuuuck! Just breathe! IGNORE! Think of something else. I can do it.

"Well, since I am the cause, I suppose I am also the solution."

Straightening his back, he twirls the sticky pearls around his erection and rubs the rest of the lubricant until every part of his cock is glistening. Holding the head against the entrance, he can see the hole is still twitching occasionally. Pushing in slowly, he watches the pearls disappear, a few at a time. Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

Bending over, Wen Ke Xing moves his left hand along the arch of the back, stopping on the shoulder to hold Zhou Xu in place as he begins to thrust. His right hand circles around the waist and finds the erection, still as hard as before. Thrusting, deep and slow, he moves his hand to the same rhythm up and down the shaft, sometimes skimming the top and waits. Finally, feeling the first semen seep out of the tip, Wen Ke Xing smears it between his fingers before spreading it all over the erection as he continues to rub.

"Gn... Nghn..." Suppressed moans escape Zhou Xu, who panics when he realizes that his body is not cooperating with his mind. His lower body is reacting on its own to the stimulation, whilst the head is screaming so loud, he can't even think.