Wenzhi could barely process the absurdity of the reality he had landed in. He was actively being stretched and worked open by a dense tentacle of Xinyuan's dark mist while the Esper himself hovered over him, planting soft, tender kisses against his lips.
"Relax, baby," Xinyuan murmured. "Do you want me to go deeper or not? I want to hear the words, Zhi'er."
Wenzhi parted his lips, heat rolling through his lower abdomen. He sharply turned his head to the side, refusing to look into those manic eyes. "Yes," he gasped out, his pride completely cracking under the pressure.
The moment the word left his mouth, the shadow slid significantly deeper, moving with a slow rhythm that targeted every sensitive nerve ending inside his entrance.
Wenzhi's eyes snapped shut, his jaw slackening as a delicious, overwhelming sensation flooded his body.
