How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 26 - Earth-shattering

A/N: After reading your comments, I think I will give you this chapter today instead of waiting for tomorrow. I'll take a break tomorrow and post an update on Friday or Saturday.

Again - I re-iterate - I am specifically highlighting this chapter as having a lot of gore, violence and very graphic non-con. 

Please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. 

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Feeling his fingers go sticky and the friction basically reduced to nothing, Wen Ke Xing takes them out and spits in his palm. Mixing the liquid with the semen and blood already smeared all over his erection, he moves the tip against the entry and sees it twitch in response.

"I mean, look at this. Ah-Xu, your body gives you away."

Pushing inside, he thrusts so deep a whimper escapes from his man sprawled on the rock. Satisfied, he breathes along to the rhythm of the rolling motions his hips are masterfully performing. Shifting both of his hands to control that slender waist, amusingly realizing that his hands can enclose the entire waist. How is this strong and fierce man wrapped up in such a delicate body?

He thrusts them flush, as deep as he can go as he increase the speed, the angle always shifting, searching for that spot that only it can find, that spot that makes his man hard. I will make you hard and you will beg for it.

Zhou Xu's hands searches in despair for something, anything, to hold on to. He settles for the sharp edges of the rock, even though they cut into his palms for every thrust. Soon his hands are bloodied to the point they are so slippery he can't even hold on anymore. His body is now unable to do anything but succumb to the bullying.

Frustrated, Wen Ke Xing abruptly pulls out and flips him around on his back, his unease only lessening when he can see the face, the eyes, the expression of his possession, his husband. His eyes wander over the tormented body and the new shaves and bruises inflicted by the bullying against the rock, his gaze stopping at his cock.

Ah-Xu, no matter what your mind and mouth say, your body does not lie.

Shifting the legs around his waist, he curls forward and pushes inside that already loose hole. With one hand around the throat and the other around Zhou Xu's erection, he begins to thrust, mercilessly searching for that spot.

The conflicting sensations of anguish and pleasure clash as they rip through Zhou Xu, the roaring screams in his head so overpowering he finally turns to the side and vomits a mixture of semen and blood.

With that removed from his system, he collapses back to face the man who has not slowed thrusting for even a moment. The hand around his throat tightening as the speed increases around his erection.

"Ah-Xu, can you feel how hard you make me? Can you feel how much it likes you? I can feel how much you like me."

"..."

Shifting angle yet again, a sparkle appears at the corner of Zhou Xu's eyes. Thrusting flush, he hits the spot again and again.

"Ngh." A moan escape from his man and the lips are left parted, his breath rough.

"Call me your husband and I will treat you well."

"..."

Slowing down the thrusting to barely nudge against that spot, Wen Ke Xing shifts his gaze to that lovely cock. Rubbing, tugging, pulling, wishing he could take it deep in his mouth just to taste it once.

"Gnnnnh."

Rewarded with another moan, he slides his thumb against the tip, tracing the outline of the slit.