Encountering a Snake - Chapter 20

Compared to the simplicity of the small courtyard in the mountains, Shen Qingxuan’s childhood home was more luxurious. The antique furnishings were exquisite, and even the zitan wood bed was about nine feet wide. Due to Shen Qingxuan’s physical condition, several hidden compartments had been crafted into the bed by artisans, containing frequently used items and books. The compartments were adorned with intricate carvings of strange rocks, landscapes, swimming fish, and flying birds, with the bird beaks made of gold, protruding outward and functioning as hidden cabinet latches.

Shen Qingxuan opened the bird beak, retrieved a palm-sized box from inside the compartment, and set it aside. He then pulled down the bed canopy tied with silver hooks, which was embroidered with delicate flowers and lotus leaves in a pinkish color. The canopy completely enveloped the bed, isolating the space from the outside world.

In this self-contained little space, Shen Qingxuan took his time, removing his hairpin and undoing his belt, allowing his clothes to fall loosely around him. He looked at Yi Mo with a somewhat ambiguous smile, as if to say, “Will you take them off or not?”

Yi Mo, with his long hair cascading down but his clothing still intact, met Shen Qingxuan’s gaze for a while. Finally, Yi Mo lifted his robe and knelt in front of Shen Qingxuan, sitting up straight and said, “Do it yourself.”

Shen Qingxuan was caught off guard by this and instinctively turned his face away as Yi Mo moved closer. After a moment, he turned back, wordlessly extending his hands to Yi Mo’s waist. “If you insist,” Shen Qingxuan thought, swiftly unfastening Yi Mo’s belt and opening his collar.

The sight of Yi Mo’s well-built torso was suddenly before Shen Qingxuan, making his ears flush red. His eyes didn’t know where to focus, as Yi Mo’s waist, honey-colored skin, and firm texture were right in front of him. Shen Qingxuan’s nose was almost touching Yi Mo’s navel, and the scent was overwhelming. He felt his face burning and his heart racing, unable to hide his embarrassment. With a panicked glance at Yi Mo’s bare upper body, Shen Qingxuan quickly averted his gaze.

Yi Mo continued to look down at him, calm and composed. It seemed that he was determined to make Shen Qingxuan act. Realizing this, Shen Qingxuan steeled himself and let his warm hands fall to Yi Mo’s waist. The smooth, cold sensation reminded him of the copper bell he had kept for many years, though this felt different, with a combination of metal’s coldness and the flesh’s elasticity. Shen Qingxuan touched cautiously, as if afraid of offending Yi Mo, looking at his expression which showed silent consent, he continued to explore, moving his hands from Yi Mo’s waist to his chest.

The firm and broad physique, the blend of strength and beauty, was perfectly embodied in Yi Mo. Shen Qingxuan almost stroked in admiration, extending his arms to feel every inch of Yi Mo’s chest. Yi Mo, observing Shen Qingxuan’s hands on his body, remained calm. Shen Qingxuan, lost in the sensation, was filled with desire.

After much hesitation, Shen Qingxuan finally undid Yi Mo’s pants, pulling them down. The dense hair and the prominent bulge immediately came into view. Shen Qingxuan’s fingers trembled as he held Yi Mo’s pants, his breathing became erratic, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

Words escaped him, and his vision blurred, with only the clear image of Yi Mo’s member occupying his sight. Shen Qingxuan heard his own voice, mumbling incoherently, “Yi Mo…” not knowing what he was trying to say, overwhelmed by the raw masculine scent that made him feel feverish and dazed.

Yi Mo gently stroked Shen Qingxuan’s head and asked, “Do you want to try?” Without waiting for a response, he pressed Shen Qingxuan’s head down, guiding him.

Shen Qingxuan, caught off guard, bumped into Yi Mo’s member. His face was instantly covered with a ticklish sensation from the hair, and his nose and lips were in contact with Yi Mo’s member, which felt soft.

The distinct scent became even stronger, making Shen Qingxuan’s face burn and his mind turn into a mush. Driven by instinct, he opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked the still-flaccid member. His hands involuntarily moved to Yi Mo’s legs, touching and rubbing his sack.

The moist saliva gradually covered the member, and the soft skin underneath started to emerge, expanding and becoming harder like a sponge soaked in water. Yi Mo’s hand rested on Shen Qingxuan’s head, stroking him gently, almost as if to encourage or comfort him, while his other hand rested at his side. Yi Mo’s eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation.

During the process of licking and kissing, Shen Qingxuan occasionally looked up to study Yi Mo’s expression, but quickly returned his focus to the member, lowering his head to lick the reddened, swollen tip and taking it into his mouth.

The moist, agile tongue worked skillfully, as Shen Qingxuan sucked earnestly, lightly rubbing the ridged surface with his teeth, and occasionally teasing the small opening with his tongue, causing Yi Mo’s member to expand further in his mouth, stretching his cheeks painfully, determined to make Yi Mo lose control.

This thought gripped Shen Qingxuan like a spell.

Yi Mo, who had maintained his posture for a long time, finally began to move. He opened his eyes and saw Shen Qingxuan’s face, surrounded by his arms and facial features pleasing him. Yi Mo’s brows were slightly furrowed. He began to thrust into Shen Qingxuan’s throat, watching as Shen Qingxuan’s eyes reddened and tears streamed down his face from the sudden intrusion.

Shen Qingxuan instinctively tried to pull away, but Yi Mo held his head in place, leaving him nowhere to retreat. Yi Mo continued to thrust into Shen Qingxuan’s mouth, making him “mm” with a sound that was a mix of reluctance and acceptance. Yi Mo’s gaze darkened, and after a few more thrusts, he withdrew, placing Shen Qingxuan, who was gasping for air, back onto the pillow and leaning over him.

Noses touching, eyes meeting. Shen Qingxuan, catching his breath, still smiled at Yi Mo, with a hint of pride, like a child who had finally solved a difficult problem, showing no signs of modesty. Yi Mo chose to ignore this smile and reached between them to undo Shen Qingxuan’s robe.

As their bare chests pressed together, Yi Mo distinctly heard Shen Qingxuan’s low moan and felt his body shiver. The moan was brief, its meaning unclear. Yi Mo knew he had chilled Shen Qingxuan and tried to get up, but Shen Qingxuan held him tightly, pulling him back close, as if wanting to embed him into his bones.

Yi Mo, seeing this, held Shen Qingxuan tightly again and whispered, “You’ve lost so much weight, now you use bones to jab people.”

Shen Qingxuan’s voice, tinged with a smile, was slightly hoarse. “If you’re good to me, I’ll gain weight and not jab you with bones.” Despite saying this, he tightened his embrace, holding Yi Mo close, pressing his warm yet firm body against Yi Mo’s, to the point where Yi Mo could feel the pressure from Shen Qingxuan’s ribs.

Yi Mo remained silent for a moment before allowing his weight to rest completely on Shen Qingxuan. His hands slid down Shen Qingxuan’s slender waist, past his prominent hip bones, and onto his buttocks. He squeezed the only part that still had some fullness, making a pointed comment, “There’s more flesh here.” He then extended his index finger, teasing the area that had once accommodated him, “You can keep holding me, but this place might be yearning for me.”

Shen Qingxuan’s face flushed red but did not deny it. He released his hold on Yi Mo, undid his long pants, and pulled them down, exposing the member that had been erect for a while. He whispered, “This place wants it too.”

Yi Mo played with the member in his hand and suddenly recalled Shen Qingxuan’s previous remarks about taking a concubine. He remarked, “This thing that has been used is getting more greedy.”

Shen Qingxuan ignored the teasing, lifting his hips to rub against Yi Mo’s hand. The cool hand on his member provided an indescribable pleasure. Yi Mo adjusted his grip, moving fast and slow, tight and loose. In no time, Shen Qingxuan gripped Yi Mo’s shoulder, moaning as he reached his climax.

With his hands covered in fluids, Yi Mo reached towards Shen Qingxuan’s rear. Lost in pleasure, Shen Qingxuan made no effort to stop him until Yi Mo inserted a finger. Realizing what was happening, Shen Qingxuan asked urgently, “What are you using to clean this?”

Yi Mo didn’t answer, his eyes showing an expression of knowing full well. Shen Qingxuan, realizing that his own fluids were being used as lubrication and would be returned to his body, felt extremely embarrassed. He hurriedly grabbed the wooden box he had previously taken out and threw it to Yi Mo, saying, “Use this.”

Yi Mo caught it, looking at the “gift” he had given during Shen Qingxuan’s birthday. He said, “I believe I mentioned that you should apply it yourself.”

Yi Mo clutched the box, and after a moment of contemplation, he bent down and embraced the blushing Shen Qingxuan, biting his earlobe. His voice took on a more seductive tone as he said, “I want you to apply it for me.”

Shen Qingxuan’s body tensed. Yi Mo tightened his embrace, continuing with his seductive tone. He kissed Shen Qingxuan’s lips, then nibbled down his neck, leaving a few red marks on his collarbone, causing Shen Qingxuan to weaken. Yi Mo then bit his earlobe again, taking it into his mouth, nibbling and licking, speaking softly into the sensitive ear canal, “Apply it for me.”

Shen Qingxuan’s breath was already erratic. When he opened his eyes, they were red and glistening with tears. After staring blankly at Yi Mo for a while, as if resigned, he sighed and said, “Just give it to me.”

Taking the small box, Shen Qingxuan sat up with one hand supporting himself, spreading his legs. Blushing deeply, he dipped his fingertip into the ointment, then looked at Yi Mo for a moment before closing his eyes tightly, reaching towards his rear. His hand trembled with the ointment, as if in extreme embarrassment, but he gradually approached the area Yi Mo had previously explored.

The cold ointment, upon touching the sensitive folds, made Shen Qingxuan gasp in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he was doing. He opened his eyes in panic, only to see Yi Mo kneeling between his legs, looking intently at the area with a serious expression. Shen Qingxuan shut his eyes again, resolved to see it through, no longer restrained, and applied the ointment.

As his fingers rubbed at the area, Shen Qingxuan experienced a mix of astonishment, shame, and taboo emotions. Yi Mo’s focused face flashed through his mind, making his heart race as if clouded by confusion. After pressing for a moment, Shen Qingxuan hesitated, extended his fingertip, and pushed inside. At the same time, a mixture of shame and moans escaped his lips, and sweat began to bead on his skin.

The atmosphere was solemn, like a ritual. Yi Mo, sitting between his legs, was still as if he had become air, with only the subtle sound of movement from the area he was focused on. Aside from Shen Qingxuan’s chaotic breathing and occasional muffled groans, there was nothing else.

Shen Qingxuan, eyes open in confusion, could not focus. The only movements were of his wrist and the fingers exploring inside him. He knew Yi Mo was watching closely, scrutinizing every detail. His mind was a blur, but his hand continued, exploring himself, evenly applying the ointment. When one finger wasn’t enough, he added another, probing recklessly until he touched the most sensitive spot, making his entire body shiver with a moan, tears falling from his eyes onto the pillow with a soft thud.

“Does it feel good?”

Yi Mo, who had been silent, finally spoke.

Shen Qingxuan shook his head, then nodded, his long hair spread across the bed in disarray, mirroring his disoriented mind.

Yi Mo, dipping some ointment, grasped Shen Qingxuan’s wrist while his hand was still inside him, not allowing any movement. He applied the ointment in circular motions at the red, moist entrance before pushing in. Their fingers collided in the intimate area, making Shen Qingxuan almost lose his mind. He grabbed Yi Mo’s wrist with his free hand, pleading, “Don’t…”

Yi Mo’s eyes were inscrutable. Ignoring the plea, he continued to hold Shen Qingxuan’s hand inside him, his other hand rubbing and moving his own fingers inside. Pulling out, pushing in, and repeating endlessly, even curling his fingers to tease Shen Qingxuan’s insides.

The overwhelming, lewd actions left Shen Qingxuan unable to bear it any longer. Despite knowing he shouldn’t, the twisted situation aroused a dormant madness within him. His hips twisted and moved, beginning to match Yi Mo’s rhythm.

After a while, Yi Mo gradually loosened his grip on Shen Qingxuan’s wrist. Shen Qingxuan, eyes glazed, looked up without withdrawing his hand.

Yi Mo continued, leaning down again, whispering in his ear, “Move together.”

Like a puppet on strings, Shen Qingxuan began to move as well. His wrist first moved slowly and mechanically, gradually syncing with Yi Mo’s rhythm. His two fingers, together with Yi Mo’s finger, moved in and out of the wet, soft entrance. In the moist heat inside, their fingers and skin touched, creating a tacit, pleasurable sensation.

For some reason, tears continued to fall from Shen Qingxuan’s eyes, first hitting the pillow, then spreading to his temples, sliding down silently.

Yi Mo, silent, watched him for a long time. He knew in his heart that he had gone too far. Yet he had no desire to stop, not at all. What was initially a tease had turned into a genuine desire to dominate Shen Qingxuan, to truly overpower him.

Finally withdrawing his hand, Yi Mo wiped the tears from Shen Qingxuan’s eyes and asked, “Is it applied properly?”

Shen Qingxuan, still disoriented, answered vaguely. Yi Mo kissed his face, rubbing his swollen lower abdomen against Shen Qingxuan’s fingers. “Guide it inside.”

Shen Qingxuan pulled his hand out with deliberate movements, supporting Yi Mo’s base, and pressed the large tip against the entrance, staring blankly at him.

Yi Mo watched him for a moment before suddenly thrusting his hips forcefully. Shen Qingxuan let out a soft sound as the extensive foreplay had made the entrance extremely moist and soft. The entry was effortless, and there was no pain, only a feeling of fullness and pleasure that filled him instantly. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around Yi Mo, arching his hips to meet him with a lascivious moan.

Yi Mo held him close, supporting his waist with one hand. The warmth and tightness enveloped him, as if trying to extract his very essence. With each thrust, Shen Qingxuan felt a wave of intense pleasure spreading from his tailbone. Unable to resist, he took a deep breath. Yi Mo withdrew slightly before thrusting back in hard, the intense sensation making it seem like Yi Mo was forcing him to endure.

Shen Qingxuan gasped for air, as if he were being suffocated by the thrusts, his head tilted back. His arms draped over Yi Mo’s body, growing weaker with each impact. He could barely hold on, only able to spread his legs and tremble all over. His voice had become hoarse and out of tune, calling out wildly. His body was soaked, and his groin made a continuous wet sound.

“Does it feel good?” Yi Mo asked in his ear, his tone cold but with an edge of intensity. Yi Mo, losing his composure, relentlessly thrust into Shen Qingxuan, wanting to break through the tight, pliant place that bound him.

But the soft, yielding area only tightened around him with each fierce thrust, sucking and squeezing, like seaweed in the water, with the softest of weapons, clinging on without end.

Yi Mo pulled out and turned Shen Qingxuan onto his back, propping his hips high with a soft pillow underneath, leaving his moist entrance exposed, shimmering with moisture and flushed folds. The sight was so lewd it was almost hypnotic. Yi Mo thrust his own wet hardness back inside, burying himself completely, only to be sucked and gripped tightly. Yi Mo withdrew and thrust again, as if determined to push Shen Qingxuan to his limits.

“Does it feel good?” Yi Mo asked again, his voice cold but intense. He held Shen Qingxuan’s waist, lifting him, and each time brought him closer while thrusting forward. The sounds of their bodies crashing together echoed through the room, tinged with an air of danger.

Shen Qingxuan, overwhelmed by the intense waves, could barely process anything. Yi Mo’s voice seemed distant, almost from another realm, mixing with the almost overwhelming pleasure inside him. Shen Qingxuan, in a daze, replied, “Good…” before crying out again with another thrust, his hands gripping the bed tightly. The pain and pleasure made him want to die, unable to find anything to hold onto. It was all emptiness.

Finally, he made a sound beyond moaning, calling out Yi Mo’s name, tearfully pleading, “Hold me…”

“Yi Mo, hold me…”

“Hold me.”

Yi Mo’s body hesitated imperceptibly. Memories of Shen Qingxuan sitting in a chair, so natural and yet so bloodied, filled his mind. The desperate plea, “Hold me,” was a stark contrast to his immortal existence.

As an immortal who had lived for a thousand years, this was the first time someone needed him so desperately.

As if nothing else mattered, Yi Mo went to him and held him in his arms. The person curled up in his embrace grabbed the necklace around Yi Mo’s neck and returned it.

Yi Mo bent down, holding Shen Qingxuan tightly in his arms. For reasons unknown, Yi Mo opened his mouth and bit down hard with his white, sharp teeth. The flesh on the back of Shen Qingxuan’s neck was pierced deeply, blood seeping out along the edges of his teeth. As Yi Mo continued his ferocious thrusts, Shen Qingxuan cried out in sudden pain and pleasure, trembling violently, eventually reaching his climax.

Licking the blood he had caused, Yi Mo asked in a deep voice by his ear, “Shen Qingxuan, what do you want?”

Shen Qingxuan, still convulsing and disoriented, answered unintentionally:

“I want to marry you.”

TL Note – that was hot lol 🫂