How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 93 - Crying (1)

Author's Notes:

Like I would leave you hanging just when we are getting to the good stuff!? This chapter has some specific adult stuff, just because.

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The right side of Zhou Zi Shu's face is smashed hard up against the rugged stones outside Hua Men as Wen Ke Xing pounds into him like never before. Wen Ke Xing has one hand locked in an unyielding grip around his top knot and the other around his hips, the fingers digging in so hard he knows that he will bruise. He is in heaven. He had teased Wen Ke Xing until he all but breathed fire, his eyes thundering black like that waterfall in the midst of night. It even looked like he grew taller and bigger. Zhou Zi Shu purrs just thinking about it.

They had only been training for six hours and it wasn't even dark yet, when Zhou Zi Shu couldn't take it anymore. He could tell that his man's jealousy had been worked to the point where he was about to erupt and what had been the purpose of all that teasing−if not to have that eruption happen inside him. He had faked loosing just so that he could get caught and fucked into oblivion by his Guigu Guzhu.

And his Guzhu hadn't disappointed.

His clothes had been ripped and cut off his body in a manic frenzy, even leaving a few slice marks on his chest, before he had been pinned to the nearest hard surface, where he is now being fucked within a fraction of his life by that magnificent beast of a cock. Wen Ke Xing hadn't even bothered taking his own robes off−only opening up the front for easier access. There are no sweet words, no loving gazes, no lingering touches. This is pure, animalistic wholesome fucking.

Zhou Zi Shu's cock is leaking in abundance where it is wedged between him and the rock he is half folded over. It's throbbing and begging to be touched but the desperate aching for a stroke only heightens the build-up towards his climax. And besides, his hands are tied behind his back with one of Wen Ke Xing's belts, after attempting to feel where Wen Ke Xing's cock was thrusting into him. The squelching sounds were so intoxicating he had just wanted to feel that beast pound into his leaking and twitching hole.

With all control taken from him, all he can do is lose himself in the moment. How the huge erection feels thrusting furiously and deep inside him, hard and fast. How the hot breaths from his man feels against his neck when Wen Ke Xing bites and nibbles on his flesh. The waves of pleasure that shoots from his inside when the head smashes against those magical spots.

He isn't breathing properly. He isn't even moaning properly. He is screaming. And when the climax finally hits Zhou Zi Shu, not only does his cock come untouched in gushes against the rocks, but his prostate explodes into an orgasmic craze and he whites out. He doesn't even feel the teeth that latches on to his left shoulder as Wen Ke Xing's muffled scream echoes through the walkways and bounces against the walls.

Wen Ke Xing feels Zhou Zi Shu go limp under him, he circle his arms to hold him close as he comes deep and hard. Not until every drop has been emptied and starts leaking out around his softening erection and down their legs, does he let go of that shoulder. When his blurred vision comes back into focus and reality starts to seep in through his peripheral vision, he sees the red and glowing teeth marks. There are also a few cuts and bruises on the man, that has all but melted into his embrace.

With a shift in his qi, Wen Ke Xing is soon in front of the doors. Changing his hold around the man in his arms, he looks at Zhou Zi Shu's dazed smile. Just as he is about to wrangle open the door with his elbow, it opens by itself. Looking up, he is staring into those almond eyes that he always loathed.