Escape the Infinite Chambers Chapter 65 - Burial Grounds (XI)

Obviously, kissing was not enough for him. Naturally, Xing Yan’s claws did not stop to rest. One claw reached into Luo Jian’s clothes to touch his chest. He found one of Luo Jian’s buds and cruelly pinched it with a strength that was neither too strong nor too weak. Luo Jian was immediately stimulated by his action. His body struggled involuntarily, and his hands pushed Xing Yan away as he tried to maintain some distance between them.

But Xing Yan did not relent or let go. His lips kept nibbling at Luo Jian’s mouth, trying his best to suck the saliva from within. Shortly after, his fingers pulled open the zipper of Luo Jian’s clothes, and he used a little force to take off the other’s coat. Luo Jian had just recently climbed out of the water so the clothes were all **. Xing Yan was obviously very dissatisfied with this, so he ripped Luo Jian’s s.h.i.+rt away and began to pull his pants open.

“You… Stop……” Luo Jian’s resistance was futile, and he was now too heartbroken for tears. What did this fool think this place was? This was likely the main tomb room. At any time, someone else may come in. What’s more, he wanted to do it directly in the sarcophagus? The thought was too stimulating!

Feeling aggrieved, Luo Jian was not willing to cooperate. Therefore, he held on to his pants tightly and refused to let go. After trying for a long time, Xing Yan still did not manage to pull his pants off. Seeing that Luo Jian refused to cooperate, he did not continue to pull at his pants.

But Xing Yan did not want to stop. He changed the way he acted to coax Luo Jian. He grasped Luo Jian’s waist and rubbed here and there. He kissed him on one side of his face and then the other. He purposely gazed at Luo Jian with pitiful eyes.

Although the stalker could not speak, the tattoo that was branded on both of them made Luo Jian feel the yearning of the other party. Luo Jian felt a little softhearted, but at that moment when he hesitated, Xing Yan lunged at him ferociously once again. Before Luo Jian could react, his pants had been ripped off by that hateful stalker!

“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” Luo Jian got so furious that he yelled, but at the next second, Xing Yan closed the distance between them and blocked his lips. Luo Jian was pressed into the coffin as he was kissed to the point where he was all muddled and delirious. In a trance, he found that Xing Yan had stretched out one hand and grabbed the lid of the coffin. The lid weighing several hundred jin was pushed by just one hand. Xing Yan successfully moved and closed the lid of the coffin with one hand. The interior of the sarcophagus instantly became dark.

All Luo Jian could see was pitch-darkness. With his loss of vision, the narrow s.p.a.ce of the coffin made Luo Jian feel strangely tense. In the dark, he felt Xing Yan kiss the corner of his mouth and then all the way down to his neck. He stroked his body wantonly with both of his hands. Although his actions were clearly gentle, it only made Luo Jian afraid of getting raped.

Xing Yan’s hands moved downward to Luo Jian’s lower part and meticulously caressed it through his underwear. The thin cloth could not prevent Luo Jian from experiencing that kind of inhuman pleasure, so he shrank into a ball and huddled into Xing Yan’s body as he kept s.h.i.+vering.

Xing Yan despicably started to lick Luo Jian’s ears. He bit his earlobes and searched for all the places that would stimulate Luo Jian. Previously, when Xing Yan kissed him, Luo Jian felt that he had gotten hard. He felt that his lower part was swelling badly. However, Xing Yan was not in a hurry. He was still prolonging the foreplay.

At this point, Luo Jian could no longer resist. He was now more troubled over the fact that he still had not brought anything for lubrication. Although he had prepared that thing in his carry-on secret chamber…… Well, do not ask him why he prepared this thing in advance, but in any case, he had made preparations. But even if he had prepared it, it seemed that he had no chance to take it out from the chamber now. Moreover, his mirror was in his coat pocket, and his clothes had been ripped away by Xing Yan a long time ago.

Luo Jian was caught up in the thought of suffering the tearing pain once again, but suddenly, he felt Xing Yan rub his private area with cool fingers. It seemed that Xing Yan’s fingers were smeared with some slippery liquid, which was cold and felt like lube, but Luo Jian felt that the places where he touched him were boiling hot.

Xing Yan started kissing Luo Jian again, and while kissing him, he started to stretch him. Luo Jian felt his fingers entering him one by one. He was frightened and surprised. He was surprised that this fool had been enlightened and knew that he had to lubricate Luo Jian. As he thought of this, Luo Jian’s face reddened unconsciously, but before he could take a breath, Xing Yan suddenly took out his fingers, pushed his hard object in, and barged into him.

Luo Jian hugged Xing Yan’s shoulders with both hands and moaned in pain. Xing Yan came closer to kiss him again, drawing his attention away from the pain. Then, Xing Yan waited a few moments to allow Luo Jian to adapt to him before he slowly started to move inside Luo Jian.

After that, Luo Jian was ashamed to find that with just the act of insertion into him, he actually came. Xing Yan was not willing to touch his front organ, but he allowed Luo Jian to uncomfortably wriggle his body. When Luo Jian wanted to touch his organ, Xing Yan insisted on grabbing his hand and intertwined his fingers with all ten of Luo Jian’s fingers.

“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d…… b.a.s.t.a.r.d…” After being ravaged so fiercely, Luo Jian was extremely miserable. He struggled to escape from Xing Yan’s lethal weapon, but every time Xing Yan pushed it into his deepest core. Xing Yan’s movements became more and more intense. In the narrow and suffocating coffin, it made Luo Jian delusional. He felt as if he was being bullied by a terrible devil.

In bewilderment, Luo Jian began to cry. He could not escape but was tightly held by Xing Yan. Xing Yan’s movements became more and more ferocious. In a trance, Luo Jian felt like he was going to break. He fell into unconsciousness after because he could not catch his breath. His awareness seemed to fall into the sea of clouds. Somewhere high enough that was not too cold, he was being moved up and down. This sort of feeling struck great trepidation in his heart.