How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 25 - Possessing

A/N: You girls seemed to get on fine with the last chapter. Love you!

However - I reiterate - I am specifically highlighting this chapter as having gore, violence and very graphic non-con. 

Please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. 

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Releasing Zhou Xu, he watches him drop to the ground. His legs unable to withstand the impact, instantly giving way and he falls to his knees, coughing. 

Wen Ke Xing removes his bloodied robe and drops it where he stands before moving on to his inner robe. With eyes focused on the almost completely naked man slumped in front of him, he is soon left with nothing but his white trousers hanging loose around his waist.

Looking up at the man that is now also half naked with blurry eyes, the vision is frightening. The pearl white skin shimmering in the sunlight is in bright contrast to the bloodied hands and face. His hair so completely soaked of blood that it leaves marks, similar to thrashes from a whip, where it sticks and releases against his upper body as it sways with his movements.

With a hoarse voice, Zhou Xu continues to try and reach the man that is currently locked away somewhere deep inside this creature in front of him, "Lao Wen, stop. Let's just go back to Hua Men Pavilion and take a bath, clean ourselves up before we do anything else."

Crouching down, eyes level with those walnut-colored ones, he leans in, "I want you to suck me dry. I want you to take me so deep in your mouth you pass out."

"..."

"If you do anything other than suck or lick with that mouth of yours, I will break your jaw so that you can't move it at all."

Standing back up, he removes his pants, his already hard cock massive, the veins pulsing in front of Zhou Xu's face.

"..."

"Ah-Xu, open up."

Automatically licking his lips, he takes hold of the erection and guides it inside his mouth. Before his lips can even close around the shaft, the cock is rammed so hard into the back of his throat he reflexively hurls. Feeling Wen Ke Xing's slender and sticky fingers take a solid grip in his hair, his head is moved back and forth for him.

Maybe getting thrown off this cliff is better? Maybe I should just jump off the cliff myself and be done with this miserable life.

"Nnngh! Gaaah!"

The moans from the demon who controls him echoes inside his mind like firecrackers, burning where they touch, the pain drowning out any thoughts of suicide. Painfully aware of the massive erection stabbing his throat raw at the exact spot where the wounds from the pearls are yet to heal. The familiar metallic taste fills his mouth, starting to color the cock as it moves in and out.

Seeing the blood dye his erection red, it grows even bigger. "Ah-Xu, can you feel it. Can you feel how much it like your mouth? It's all for you."

"..."

When the first semen starts to release from the tip, Wen Ke Xing closes his eyes and turns his face up, letting the breeze caress his face, the blood so dry it is starting to crack. Pumping even harder, he pulls at the hair like a puppeteer, reacting to how it feels. Sometimes tilting up, sometimes a bit down, more against the tongue, deeper, faster. Finally, the rolling spasms in his lower abdomen takes control and his movements turn rough and uneven.

"Ah-Xu. Hnnn. Ghn. Aaah. Ah-Xu!"

Twisting his wrists to force Zhou Xu's face upward, to face him, he looks him in the eyes as he releases. His orgasm deep and ferocious at the back of that hot and wet mouth. Pump after pump, he finally sees the semen start to leak out of the mouth, as Zhou Xu can't swallow fast enough. The semen has flecks of blood mixed in, leaving red streaks as it flows along the cheeks and down the side of the neck. The erotic vision makes his orgasm intensify, curling his abs violently as they pull him forward.

Now bent forward so close he can hear the slurping and gaging sounds from the man suckling on his cock, he sighs from pleasure, his mind relaxing just a little bit.

Taking a firm grip around Zhou Xu's jaw, Wen Ke Xing pulls his cock out and crouches down to lick the semen that is still dripping from the slightly parted lips. "Ah-Xu, do you like the taste as much as I do?"

"..." Trying hard to keep his cold and unaffected exterior, he closes his mouth and swallows the last of the fluid that is lingering in his mouth.

"Did you feel how much I wanted to feed you?"

Not getting a response from that marble face, he takes another grip around the throat and effortlessly lifts Zhou Xu up, like he weighs no more than a bottle of wine.

Swinging him around, his eyes search for a useable rock that isn't too small or too big but just the right size to use as a stand. Finally finding one that is fit for purpose, he carries Zhou Xu over and sends him sprawling on the top.

Pain shooting from his already twisted inside, he instinctively crawls backward. Not again. No. I can't take it. I will split in half. I won't survive.

"Ah-Xu, where are you going?" Grabbing hold of his wrists, purposely pressing against the wounds as he pulls him back and yanks off the trousers. Seeing Zhou Xu's eyes fling open in pain, he leans down to whisper, "I told you, you are mine. I will never let you leave. Do you hear me? You are never allowed to leave me."

"Lao Wen. Don't do this. I am not one of these rocks. I will break. If you break me, you won't be able to use me for anything."

"I will only break you a little. Just enough. Or you can stop fighting and enjoy it."

Flipping him over to his stomach, Wen Ke Xing pulls his legs backward to leave them hanging off the edge, dangling without touching the ground.

Holding him firm with one hand, the other slides in between the cheeks, instantly finding the entry.

"Don't do this. Lao Wen!"

"Ah-Xu, a gem cannot be polished without friction." (1)

Pushing two fingers into that moist and dirty mouth, he wets his fingers before moving them back between the cheeks, forcing them inside without pausing. He can feel that the dry walls and folds are still swollen and irritated from last night, now aggressively closing around on him. Separating his fingers, he massages back and forth to loosen the hole and work up some liquids.

The pain is still bearable, but Zhou Xu doesn't know how much longer he can hold on. That now familiar pain burns, claws, and slices through his inside making him so dizzy he feels like vomiting. Like a blessing from heaven, his silent prayer is answered and his inside finally react to the assault, releasing his fluids out of pure self-preservation.

Aware that his hard exterior is about to crack, he presses his face against the unyielding surface of the rock. His last pathetic attempt of hiding from the man controlling him.

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Author's notes:

(1)Reminder, 'A gem cannot be polished without friction' is one of the variations of the Chinese proverb "A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man made perfect without trials." This is what Wen Ke Xing said to Zhou Xu before he left him after their first wedding night.