Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 278: NSFW 7
Memory-Jian Ci didn’t wait. He couldn’t. He pulled back, the drag making Yu Xi whimper, and then slammed back in, setting a ruthless, pounding rhythm right from the start. His hips pistoned, each drive burying him to the hilt in that clenching, reluctant heat.
His hands, the ones he couldn’t command, were vise-tight on Yu Xi’s narrow hips. The torn fabric of his pants and underwear hung in useless ribbons, baring the pale, now-reddening skin of his ass to the violent rhythm. Jian Ci’s breath was a hot, ragged torrent against Yu Xi’s ear, every exhale a promise of possession. "Mine."
The word was a guttural growl, ripped from a throat raw with power and need. He pulled back, the head of his cock slick and gleaming in the chaotic light, and drove back in deep and hard.
Yu Xi’s cry was sharp, fracturing against the stone. His fingers, elegant and usually so controlled, scrabbled against Jian Ci’s sweat-slicked back, nails digging in, carving desperate lines that burned with a sweet, sharp pain. The connection between them wasn’t just physical. It was psychic, a live wire.
With every thrust, a pulse of shared sensation exploded through the bond, the overwhelming, frantic heat of Jian Ci’s cock sheathed inside him, the brutal stretch, the dizzying friction, and underneath it all, Yu Xi’s own pleasure, a bright, shocking counterpoint to the pain.
Jian Ci could feel his fractured mind, the chaotic hunger, the single driving need: take, claim, fill.
He felt the slick, tight heat of Yu Xi’s body clenching around him, trying to adjust to the relentless, punishing pace. He felt the sharp sting of Yu Xi’s nails on his back and wanted to feel it harder. It was filthy. It was brutal. It was everything he’d feared he was.
A sharp, cold stab of horror lanced through Jian Ci’s heart seeing the pain he was putting the love of his life through.
And then he heard it. Yu Xi’s voice, strained, breathless, but utterly clear. "Yes... Fuck me... just like that. Claim me, gege."
Jian Ci’s gaze, both past and present, snapped to Yu Xi’s face. His head was turned to the side, cheek pressed to the cold stone floor. Tears streaked through the dirt on his skin. His lips were parted, swollen from being bitten. But his expression... it wasn’t one of torment. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with a haze of pleasure. His brow was furrowed, but in concentration, in a desperate kind of bliss. He was pushing back against each thrust, meeting the violence with a fervent, eager roll of his hips.
’He likes it?’
The realization didn’t dawn. It detonated. Jian Ci’s entire being went numb, then incandescent. Did Yu Xi like him like that? Like the monster he had become? Yu Xi’s own words from another time echoed in the memory’s static: Who in this world could force me to do something I didn’t want to do?
The answer was no one.
The beastly Jian Ci seemed to understand it in his bones, in his cock. A low, animal sound tore from his throat. His pace shifted, became something even more relentless. A hard, pounding rhythm that drove Yu Xi’s shoulders into the unyielding stone with every brutal snap of his hips.
The wet, filthy sound of their joining, the slick slap of skin, the obscene squelch of his cock plunging into that tight, clutching heat, echoed in the cave, louder than their ragged, mingled breaths.
Then, a voice, a memory-voice cut through the psychic noise, a thread of gold in the violet maelstrom.
It pulled him back, violently, into the heat and weight and feel of a body beneath him. Driving into a tight, scorching heat.
The words were in his mouth, in his mind, spilling out in a psychic rasp that was barely language. "I will imprint on you." His teeth found Yu Xi’s earlobe, grazing, a possessive threat and a promise. "Fill you up and make you mine."
He fucking knew what that meant. In the heart of a psychic storm, it was the ultimate claim. A branding. A permanent scar on the soul. ’Please, tell me I didn’t do that,’ he begged whatever might be listening, even as his hips pistoned forward, fucking into Yu Xi with a force that shook them both.
But his plea was drowned out by the sight before him.
Yu Xi was coming apart.
His orgasm wasn’t quiet. It was a conquest. It ripped through Yu Xi’s body, a violent, whole-body seizure that arched his back off the stone floor. A raw, shattered shout tore from his throat, beautiful and desperate. And inside, fuck, inside, Yu Xi’s channel clamped down on Jian Ci’s cock like a vise, a vicious, milking pressure that stole the air from Jian Ci’s lungs.
The psychic feedback loop exploded.
Yu Xi’s pleasure wasn’t just a feeling; it was a white-hot brand against Jian Ci’s consciousness. Blinding, searing ecstasy crashed into Jian Ci’s own chaotic, desperate need. It short-circuited every thought. All he could see was Yu Xi’s face.
The stern mouth was slack, gasping. The usually guarded eyes were wide, unseeing, glazed with a pleasure so intense it looked like pain. A flush painted his skin from his chest to his cheeks. It was the most beautiful, the most seductive thing Jian Ci had ever seen. It made his heart stutter, his breath vanish.
He was helpless against it.
With a final, brutal thrust, Jian Ci stilled, buried as deep as he could possibly go. A groan, raw and broken, was ripped from the very core of him. He pulsed inside Yu Xi, and it wasn’t a gentle release. It was a fucking eruption. Hot, endless spurts, each one wrenched from him by that perfect, clutching tightness around his cock. He was emptying himself, giving everything, his essence mixing with Yu Xi’s in that slick, heated space.
As he came, the violent violet light wreathing his own body flickered, sputtered. The wild, arcing energy softened, bled of its fury, collapsing into a steady, exhausted glow around him. The golden light emanating from Yu Xi wrapped around it, like a gentle containment. They stayed like that.
Jian Ci’s forehead dropped heavily to Yu Xi’s sweat-slicked shoulder. His body was a dead weight, held up only by the last tremors in his arms. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding against Yu Xi’s chest, could feel Yu Xi’s rapid breaths stirring his hair. The air was thick with the smell of their sex, a musky, intimate perfume.
Slowly, sensation by sensation, the world came back. The cool of the cave floor beneath his knees. The ache of his overworked muscles. The incredible, softening warmth still sheathing him.
Yu Xi’s hand came up, fingers sliding into Jian Ci’s damp hair caressing it.
Jian Ci had thought the violent surge of his psychic storm was over and Yu Xi could get some reprieve but he was wrong. It only got worse after that.
