You've Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale

Chapter 43 - How Can A Pengornis Compare to Me? (NSFW)

Chapter 43 — How Can A Pengornis Compare to Me? (NSFW)

Edited by DancingDolphinsYo

Wu Xingzi was rather thin, but still, the parts of him that should be fleshy still had some heft to it. Caressing his fair and slender legs, they felt smooth and sleek. This was especially so for his thighs, as they were soft to touch while kneading them.

His perky and plump buttocks were even more outrageous. After going through the epic love making awhile ago, they seemed to have grown bigger from all the squeezing and kneading. Guan Shanjin’s giant pengornis was trapped between those buttocks, becoming harder each time he thrust, and the more he thrust, the more slippery the valley became. He tightened his embrace, his actions gradually turning rougher.

The egg-sized head of the cock was already dripping wet, smearing across those fair and smooth buttocks. Occasionally, it would press against a certain little dark hole, the pressure causing Wu Xingzi to pant excessively. He shifted his hips uncontrollably, and no one knew if he was trying to hide from the pengornis, or was welcoming it.

“Stop moving around…” After a few times of brushing past the hidden entrance but not entering, Guan Shanjin’s forehead was covered in sweat from enduring his desires. The pulsing on his temples could be seen clearly, and the veins were about to turn visible.

However, not only was this old fellow panting heavily, he was even moaning and mewling away. Each cry lingered, each drawl spilling slowly from his lips. His narrow waist twisted and writhed, and he could not look any lewder.

Unable to stop himself, Guan Shanjin gave those drenched buttocks two good smacks. Already pink from friction, two clear handprints soon appeared on those cheeks, looking extraordinarily obscene.

Guan Shanjin was at the end of his tether, as he could barely resist spreading those cheeks apart and thrusting his cock right into this old fellow’s hole. The fluids staining his cock did not come entirely from him. In fact, the source of a large amount was from the old fellow’s slutty little hole, dripping and soaking Guan Shanjin’s trousers.

“Come on… rub harder…” Despite his usual shy temperament, Wu Xingzi was always very liberal in bed. He was starting to sound tearful, whining as he urged Guan Shanjin on. This sort of barely perceptible grinding heated his body, warming it up. Wu Xingzi felt an indescribable emptiness within him, and this made him very impatient.

He tried to grind himself against that thick, burning hot cock, but his waist was gripped so tightly that he could not move. The man below him took his own sweet time, thrusting unhurriedly against his thighs and buttocks. There were a few times Guan Shanjin skidded past Wu Xingzi’s sensitive perineum, making his desires flame up further, his body falling limp to the sensation, and Wu Xingzi was unable to think properly anymore.

“My lewd darling…” Guan Shanjin suckled Wu Xingzi’s earlobe, again giving a good smack on his buttocks, causing his pale flesh to ripple upon the impact. “Clamp your thighs together and let me rub it out.”

Having stated that he would not enter, the Great General Guan really did not push himself inside. His lust burned within him, his cock was so hard that it hurt, and he desperately wanted to hold the man down and fuck him hard.

However, he had official duties to attend to, and he truly was not able to slowly take his time to play with this lewd quail. As such, he could only choose the next best thing, which was to use Wu Xingzi’s thighs to resolve his blazing desire.

Wu Xingzi was very compliant, clamping his thighs obediently. The tender skin on his inner thighs was extremely sensitive, and his thighs shuddered slightly, feeling as though he was about to be burnt by that scalding huge pengornis.

The size of Guan Shanjin’s pengornis was startling. Even the portion that could be seen poking out from between Wu Xingzi’s thigh seemed as though it was nearly the same size as Wu Xingzi’s cock. The heated flesh, plastered right next to the pink, half-hard cock, jabbed away, causing Wu Xingzi to lose his balance. Swaying with the thrusts, Wu Xingzi whimpered. With tearful eyes, he looked at his little thing turning red from the friction, jolting about as precum drooled from its tip.

“Uhh… Gentler… be gentler…” In no time at all, Wu Xingzi pleaded, unable to bear the sensation. His inner thighs burned with pain, while his little cock tingled with pleasure. Holding onto Wu Xingzi’s waist, Guan Shanjin held him firmly on top of him. Every bristly strand of hair rasped against Wu Xingzi’s sensitive perineum, and this pleasure did not lose to the feeling of his hole getting fucked.

“Hmm? Who was the one who wanted me to move?” Guan Shanjin was in ecstasy, being between Wu Xingzi’s slippery smooth thighs. Although it was not as pleasurable as fucking right into him, there was still a sort of delight in this action.

“Ahh…” Guan Shanjin’s gentle and sentimental tone swept past Wu Xingzi’s ear along with his warm breath. Wu Xingzi’s shoulders raised a little, and he begged, “I was wrong… it hurts… n-not so hard…”

Wu Xingzi’s two balls were suddenly prodded by Guan Shanjin’s hard cock. Wu Xingzi cried out, shuddering violently as he orgasmed without any warning. Whitish shots of come landed on his own belly, with small drops still dribbling out from the tip of his cock. The man behind him seemed to have gasped slightly, before reaching out to caress the tender head of Wu Xingzi’s cock, stroking it with his callused fingers.

The pleasure needled into Wu Xingzi’s heart and brain. His mouth gaped open slightly as he raised his chin. No sound left his lips, while his perineum was harshly jabbed a few times. With a twitch of his hips, thin streams of come again shot out from his cock, all landing in Guan Shanjin’s palm. The fluid was then smeared on his softened dick, and Guan Shanjin gripped both his own dick along with Wu Xingzi’s softened one, rubbing the two of them off together, and Wu Xingzi cried for mercy, with no place to hide.

“Hold on for a while more, I’m not there yet.” Guan Shanjin bent his neck, kissing Wu Xingzi’s sweaty cheek. His breathing was heavier, and erotic words fell from his mouth like rain.

Now, Guan Shanjin no longer kept that casual pace, but thrust with abandonment as he gripped Wu Xingzi’s waist. Wu Xingzi panted, already crying out. It felt as though the skin of his inner thighs was about to be rubbed away. Although the place was slick from the fluids of them both, it was still not enough. His perineum and little cock were both long swollen from the friction, and he was currently unable to get hard. To be ground against by a hard cock wantonly, Wu Xingzi could no longer differentiate if he was feeling more pleasure or pain.

“J-just p-put it inside me… Ahh…” Two smacks fell onto his buttocks. Wu Xingzi sniffled pitifully as he begged. Grinding against him? What for? He would much rather Guan Shanjin just thrust into him!

Having never felt such pain in the matters of sex with Guan Shanjin, Wu Xingzi twisted his hips, trying to avoid him, only to be trapped and unable to free himself. Whenever his thighs fell apart slightly, Guan Shanjin would thrust between his cheeks. Feeling both the hurt and the pleasure, Wu Xingzi could only cry as he pleaded for mercy.

Despite Wu Xingzi being trapped between pleasure and pain, Guan Shanjin was enjoying himself greatly. The smooth thighs brought him great pleasure as they felt like a cock sheath. Wu Xingzi’s little quail was adorably soft. The splendid image of his little cock flopping here could not be put to words.

Eyes red from pleasure, Guan Shanjin lifted Wu Xingzi up and turned him around, hooking Wu Xingzi’s legs around his waist. His heated cock dragged past the swollen cleft of Wu Xingzi’s buttocks, and was trapped between the two fleshy cheeks.

“It hurts?” Guan Shanjin gently caressed Wu Xingzi’s inner thigh, then slid his hand towards the reddened patch of skin. It now felt burning hot, and Wu Xingzi cried out in a low voice when he touched him there, as his hips writhed to avoid his touch.

“It hurts?” Naturally, Guan Shanjin did not allow him to escape. He caught hold of Wu Xingzi with one hand, while the hand stroking his thigh exerted more force.

“Ahh…” Wu Xingzi twitched, stuttering, “I-it h-hurts…”

“Be good.” Guan Shanjin’s eyes curved in a smile at Wu Xingzi, pecking the tip of his nose consolingly. He then moved down, pressing kisses on his lips, and tugged Wu Xingzi into his arms. “Look, pengornises are not anything good too. They don’t dote on you like I do.”

Huh?

Wu Xingzi blinked. Two drops of tears rolled down his cheeks, only for them to be licked away by Guan Shanjin. Guan Shanjin then slid his tongue between Wu Xingzi’s lips, swirling about within. Wu Xingzi’s body fell limp from the kiss. He was unable to catch his breath, and even his brain had melted into a puddle.

As for Guan Shanjin, he seemed to have vented some anger of his. His smile was like a flower, as he cuddled the person in his arms.

The huge cock that had never ceased in hardness was plastered against Wu Xingzi’s buttocks, grinding slowly. There were a few times it nudged its way slightly into Wu Xingzi’s hole, but it did not fully enter. With this action repeating a few times, Wu Xingzi’s thighs no longer hurt like before, and his lust welled up again.

With the exchange between the two tongues, the sounds of kissing echoed in the room. Guan Shanjin too could not hold back anymore. Holding onto the old thing’s narrow waist, he decided to drive straight in. In any case, there was Man Yue in Bastion City. It would be fine for him to occasionally indulge himself.

Just as Guan Shanjin was about to go all the way in, Hei’er’s voice travelled from outside Shuanghe Yard. “General! The third young miss of the Yue family is asking to see you!”

Guan Shanjin paused. The flames of desire in his heart abated abruptly. Although his cock was unable to fully soften in this amount of time, he now had lost his interest in continuing, and it looked rather awkward.

“Hmm?” Wu Xingzi was still groggy. His buttocks unconsciously nudged back towards Guan Shanjin, and they were patted in consolation.

“There’s something I have to tend to, so I need to go. You…” Guan Shanjin helped to pull Wu Xingzi’s trousers up, returning him to his stool. He then straightened himself out, returning to his air of the Great Southern Garrison General in the blink of an eye. If not for that tinge of erotic red in his eyes, he would seem as though he was cold like an iceberg.

“You…” Wu Xingzi had yet to regain his wits. Blankly, he stared at Guan Shanjin. The man in front of him could neither be described as a stranger nor someone close, but Wu Xingzi could vaguely see some annoyance and loathing in those charming, alluring eyes. The fire within Wu Xingzi too slowly died down, and he sat awkwardly on his seat, not knowing where to place his limbs.

“Hmm?” Bending down and planting a gentle kiss on Wu Xingzi’s mouth, Guan Shanjin stroked his earlobe. “Let’s have dinner together tonight.”

“Sure, I’ll get the girls to prepare a couple more dishes.” Wu Xingzi nodded, pushing him away lightly. “Don’t let that young lady wait.”

Now, Wu Xingzi had recalled who the third young miss of the Yue family was. Was that not Mr. Lu’s fiancée? No wonder Guan Shanjin had lost all interest.

Inexplicably feeling a little sad, Wu Xingzi was unable to explain why he felt that way. He watched Guan Shanjin leave as he rubbed his chest. He seemed to have experienced this sort of feeling before, but he could not remember what it was.

“Mr. Wu?” Mint quietly approached him, gently calling out. “Shall I prepare some hot water for you to clean up?”

“Ah, sure.” Wu Xingzi smiled and nodded at her. He could see the worry in the girl’s eyes, but he did not know how to comfort her.

After all, he himself was unable to identify what exactly was he feeling now as well.