17 Beautiful like the rest of him (18+)

Yu Yanlin's eyes went wide. He swallowed slowly. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a way before, not even when he was a child. And the intentions behind Zhang Wang's words were not missed.

His eyes trembled as he looked down on those piercing phoenix eyes, the charming upward tilt caught him and made him breathless in a way none of his consorts have ever succeeded at doing.

The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms had beauty widely acclaimed. His oat-colored skin was as soft as cotton and without a single blemish. His lips, full and colored red-pink like a blooming peony were as soft as clouds and lured men and women in for kisses. His hair, shiny and without flaw could easily make a maiden rage with jealousy.

But Zhang Wang's appearance did not make up even a sliver of his charm. No, all of Yu Yanlin's consorts were heavenly beauties that put most fair maidens to shame. He was not so easily swayed by appearance alone. But this Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms was truly something else!

This man did not fear him. Those dark eyes with large irises bore into Yanlin's soul and made his throat dry.

This was humiliating, Yu Yanlin thought absently.

But he had also suggested such a thing not long ago.

It was be an act that would benefit the both of them.

He swallowed down his apprehension and knelt. The rock below their feet was covered by a thin layer of moss and scrapped against his knee caps. They were so close that Yu Yanlin's chest was flush against Zhang Wang's legs. And he had to lean back to not have his face buried in Zhang Wang's crotch.

Blue eyes were fixed to the ground. Anticipation came in the form of itching needles that seemed to creep along his spine.

Fabric rustled. Zhang Wang's sash came loose. Fingers crept through his hair, along the side of his scalp and Yu Yanlin's face was guided to the girth and hung heavily between Zhang Wang's legs.

For someone with features as delicate as Zhang Wang, his manhood was very thick and long…! It was currently flaccid and was a lovely healthy pink hue. The hand brought his face closer until Yu Yanlin's nose brushed against the soft flesh. There was only a slight hint of seedy musk, though the member was cleaned quite well during their earlier soak there was an unmistaken whiff of masculinity that lingered there.

Yu Yanlin swallowed. Though he had men who had tasted him before, he himself had never been the one to do such a thing! But he could not deny the lewd excitement that sizzled in his belly and made him feel hot.

Ignoring the shame that made his spine and shoulders stiff, Yu Yanlin parted his lips. He took a tentative lick.

"We don't have all day," Zhang Wang scoffed, his voice a little tighter and more domineering compared to what the tiger demon had grown used to over the past few days. He gulped and pressed his face closer until thick pubic hair tickled his nose and cheek. He enveloped the base with his lips, his hand coming up to better grip Zhang Wang's balls and cock, allowing a better angle.

A thick trail of saliva was left on the underside of Zhang Wang's dick. It became heavier against Yu Yanlin's tongue. Hot. Filling out with blood, the cock was fearsomely long and curved slightly upward at the tip. The thickness was perfectly in proportion with the length, not appearing too skinny or too fat. Despite the large size, there were no bulbous veins and appeared almost delicate. The Immortal of a Thousand Blossom's cock, like the rest of him, was really beautiful.

Yu Yanlin spent a moment marveling at such a beautiful erect penis. Zhang Wang hissed in impatience, "What are you doing? Do you think staring at me will make me come?"

"Oh, sor-" A thumb pushed into his mouth. Yu Yanlin was startled when Zhang Wang pushed his thumb between his molars, forcing his mouth open. He whimpered at the sudden action but did not resist.

"Let me help you." Zhang Wang used his other hand to guide his penis into Yu Yanlin's open mouth. He tentatively pushed back. But only a third of his length could fit before the tip pushed against the back of Yu Yanlin's hot mouth. The demon king made a pathetic whimpering groan. His eyes were turned misty.

A chuckle, "Sorry, was that too much? We can go slower."

Kindly, Zhang Wang pulled back again until it was only the tip resting heavily against the demon's tongue. He whined but also refused to give up so easily.

He gave the thick head a lick, more eager this time and less shy. When he ran his tongue against the slit, a heavier, salt taste tickled his tongue and the hand that gripped the side of his head tightened.

The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms hissed lightly, "Yeah, just like that."

Encouraged, he lowered his face, further impaling his mouth on that fat dick. Even if he had never done this himself before, Yu Yanlin was a man who knew well what was enjoyable. So he did not scrape his teeth against Zhang Wang's dick and sucked eagerly without letting his tongue rest.

He bobbed his head on that dick, tears gathering at his eyes each time the cock scrapped the back of his throat.

"You're doing great," Zhang Wang hummed, his breath slowly increasing and voice turning airy. "Just like that."

Yu Yanlin groaned against it, frustrated that he wasn't able to take more than half of Zhang Wang's length. Even with Zhang Wang's kind words he was not pleased with himself and each time he tried to force the length down further, feeling the thick manhood burn under the caress of his tongue.

Pale hands gripped at Zhang Wang's thighs for balance. They were quivering almost violently but Yu Yanlin continued to take dick down into his throat.

Tears fell shamefully down his face as his feverish throat convulsed against the intruding thickness.

"Fuck, that feels really good," Zhang Wang rumbled above him, fingers raking each side of Yu Yanlin's skull, massaging his head and pulling on his round, tiger ears. He looked up through tearing lashes and saw the cultivator's face. His lips were slightly parted and glistened with spit and a lovely shade of red began to seep through across his face. His phoenix eyes, half lidded, were full dilated and only enticed Yu Yanlin more.

He pulled back and took a desperate gulp of air before swallowing Zhang Wang's entire length. It nestled in the soft folds of Yu Yanlin's throat, making it impossible to breathe. He whined against it, vibrating until he could no longer hold back his gag reflex.

He jerked back, only to realize in horror that Zhang Wang's iron grip was holding him in place.