Reverend Obscenity-Chapter 22: Eating the Ripened Fruit

Rong Yuilian turned her head toward him, lips parted slightly, eyes glowing with anticipation. Lin Fengyang didn't hesitate.

He caught her mouth with his own, and their kiss deepened instantly—hot, hungry, unrestrained.

Her body melted into his as their tongues danced, her breath catching when his hand slid along her waist to pull her tighter against him.

The taste of her lips lingered on his tongue as they finally parted, breathless and flushed.

He allowed her to rise from his lap, her soft curves brushing against him as she stood, cheeks tinted with heat.

Before she could take a full step away, he seized her waist again and pulled her close, kissing her once more.

This time it was slower—possessive. His hand came up, boldly slipping beneath her loose robe to seize the weight of her breast. His fingers sank into the softness of her massive tit, feeling the supple warmth fill his palm as she gasped against his lips.

"Master," she whispered, her voice thick with both desire and nervous urgency. "Someone might come... Let me lock the door."

He gave a low chuckle, voice dark and firm. "I can't have you do that," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I'll do it myself."

Turning away from her for just a moment, Fengyang strode toward the door, the heavy sound of the bolt sliding into place echoing in the room. The world outside ceased to matter.

As he returned, his hands didn't hesitate. He stepped behind her, and with a boldness that made her shiver, he cupped her from behind—his palms spreading wide to grasp her plump ass.

His fingers pressed into the soft, luscious flesh, squeezing, molding her curves with greedy intent.

She gasped, leaning forward slightly, her back arching instinctively into his touch. "Master..."

Fengyang's hands continued his slow, indulgent exploration of her plump ass.

His fingers traced the curves with almost reverent fascination, then sank in again to squeeze the luscious flesh.

The heat between them only thickened, the air pulsing with tension.

"You've got such a lovely ass," he murmured, voice husky against her ear.

She let out a soft, embarrassed whimper, her cheeks burning. "Master Lin, d-don't tease me like that..."

Fengyang chuckled quietly at her shyness, then let his hands slide away.

His fingers moved to his belt, loosening his robes with practiced ease. He shrugged them off, letting the outer layer fall to the floor, leaving only the snug-fitting pants that hugged his hips.

His sculpted torso was revealed—taut, lean muscles flexing with every breath, his skin smooth and golden under the lantern light. His handsome face, looked like something carved by the heavens.

She couldn't help but stare.

He's... too perfect, she thought, heart pounding. How could someone like him... want me?

But that look in his eyes was unmistakable. It wasn't some idle curiosity—it was hunger

She swallowed hard, realizing it was her cue.

Her trembling hands moved to the sash of her robe, fingers fumbling slightly. She loosened the knot and let the silk fabric slide down her body, pooling at her feet.

Now, she stood before him in nothing but a crimson dudou that barely held her massive breasts, the embroidered silk pulled tight over her heaving chest.

Below, a thin loincloth veiled her sacred place—little more than a whisper of fabric tied delicately at the hips.

Her face flushed bright red.

Fengyang's gaze darkened, burning across every inch of her exposed skin. The sight of her—so eager yet bashful, nearly naked in front of him—made his blood roar.

Old geezer sure knows what's good to taste, he thought with a smirk, thinking of Huo Yan's urging to taste her. He wasn't wrong about her.

He loosened the drawstring at his waist. With a single motion, his pants slid down to his knees, and his cock sprang free—thick, long, and rock hard, pointing upward like a beast ready to ravage. The veins pulsed along its length, its girth formidable.

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted with an audible gasp.

Is that...? How can it be that big?! she thought, heart racing. H-Husband's wasn't small... but this... this is on another level... Can I even fit that inside me? Won't it tear me apart?

The awe written plainly on her face made Fengyang grin with quiet satisfaction. He didn't need to hear her thoughts—her expression said everything.

As she slowly lifted her hands to unclasp her dudou, he raised a hand.

"Ah... don't do it," he said softly. "I want to do it myself."

She froze at his words, then slowly nodded, her eyes lowering demurely. "Yes... Master Lin."

Fengyang stepped forward, his presence swallowing the space between them. His hands reached behind her, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her back.

He found the clasp and gently undid it. The silk fell away, sliding down her front and landing at her feet like a petal drifting to the ground.

Her massive breasts bounced free, full and heavy, the pale skin flushed, her nipples already hard from anticipation.

He took a breath, drinking in the sight of her.

Fengyang brought his hands up slowly, savoring the anticipation that made her tremble before him.

His palms pressed against the underside of her heavy breasts, lifting and weighing them as if appraising the offering of a goddess.

The softness was unreal—lush, warm, and pliant beneath his fingers.

He squeezed gently, then firmly, watching with rapt attention as the pale flesh spilled between his fingers, her nipples stiffening further under his touch.

"Ahn... Y-Young master..." she whimpered, her voice catching as the pleasure bloomed through her chest.

He kneaded them rhythmically, thumbs brushing over her swollen peaks, drawing out helpless gasps and moans.

Every pinch, every soft tug of her nipples sent jolts down her spine, her knees threatening to buckle.

"You're so sensitive here," Fengyang murmured, his voice like silk over steel. "Just a little touch and you're already squirming..."

Her cheeks were blazing now, and her thighs pressed together instinctively.

Then, without warning, he leaned in.

His lips closed over one of her nipples, and the sensation made her cry out—half-shock, half-ecstasy.

His mouth was hot, tongue swirling around the bud before suckling gently, then harder. He alternated between licks and suction, dragging his tongue over her areola in slow, deliberate circles that made her breath stutter.

His other hand never stopped—still massaging the untouched breast, his fingers rolling and pulling at the nipple, coaxing it to the same aching stiffness as its twin.

He switched sides after a moment, releasing her first nipple with a wet pop before turning his attention to the other. The nipple glistened from his saliva, and the cool air made her shiver as he shifted his mouth to the next.

Again, his tongue lashed at her sensitive tip while his hand returned to fondling the first breast, this time even more eagerly.

He groaned softly against her skin, as if savoring the taste of her, and she mewled from the sheer intensity.

He moved back and forth between them with growing hunger—licking, sucking, nibbling just enough to make her twitch.

Sometimes he'd take a whole mouthful of her soft mound, cheeks hollowing as he drew on her deeply, greedily, like he meant to drink her essence from the source.

"Y-Young master... please..." she gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. "It's too much...!"

But he didn't stop.

Each time he switched, the wet trail of saliva left behind gleamed on her flushed skin, and her nipples glistened, stiff and reddened from his devoted attention.

Her breathing grew ragged, her thighs clenching tighter with every lap of his tongue, every squeeze of his fingers.

Fengyang looked up at her face then, a thin smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. "I haven't even begun to taste all of you yet..."

Fengyang's hands lingered on her breasts a moment longer, lifting and letting them fall with deliberate slowness.

The soft weight of them jiggled with every bounce, the motion hypnotic, almost decadent.

Her nipples, swollen and wet from his mouth, stood proudly as her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"You're more delicious than I thought," he murmured, almost to himself—but loud enough that it made her flush even deeper.

Then, slowly, his hands began to trail downward.

They brushed over her sides, the curve of her waist, then her hips, until they reached the knot of silk that held her loincloth in place.

With a single practiced tug, the fabric loosened and fell away in a whisper of sound.

The delicate cloth fluttered to the ground, leaving her completely exposed.

Her womanhood, hidden until now, was bare and glistening—slick with desire, the folds plush and flushed with arousal.

A shudder passed through her body at the sensation of cool air caressing her wetness.

Fengyang stood still for a breath, simply admiring the sight of her in her full naked glory—her massive breasts still heaving slightly, her narrow waist flowing down into wide, fertile hips and long legs, thighs pressed modestly together even as her flushed core peeked between them.

A growl rumbled low in his throat.

He reached for her, one hand on her waist, the other on her back, and pulled her into a short, heated kiss—his tongue brushing hers with carnal promise before he broke away.

"Come," he whispered.

Still dazed, she let him guide her across the room with gentle insistence.

Her feet padded softly over the floor until they reached the empty table nearby, the wood bare and cool under the lanternlight.

He turned her around, then firmly bent her forward.

Her hands instinctively braced against the polished surface, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders as her chest pressed against the cool table.

Her ass—round, plump, and high—was lifted perfectly into view, a sensual invitation offered without a single word.

Fengyang stood behind her, breath thick with rising heat, eyes roving over every curve as his cock throbbed in anticipation.

She swallowed, heart racing as she waited. She's about to accommodate another man who's not her husband.

He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her soft cheeks apart as he admired the glistening heat between them. His breath ghosted over her sensitive skin, drawing a quiver from her legs.

Then, with slow deliberation, he leaned in and began to eat her with his tongue—deep, hungry strokes alternating with teasing flicks.

Each motion elicited a sweet, breathy moan from her lips, her hips trembling under his attentions.

He savored every reaction, holding her in place as he feasted on her essence like a starving man at a banquet.

The room filled with the soft, wet sounds, the heat between them rising to a fevered pitch.

When he finally rose, his lips wet with her nectar, he pressed his thick shaft against her slick entrance.

Slowly, he rubbed himself along her folds, smearing the evidence of her arousal along his length.

The sensation made her gasp and press back instinctively, her body clearly aching for more.

He let out a low chuckle, savoring how easily she responded to his touch.

With a steady grip on her hips, he aligned himself behind her—then, with one fluid motion, he thrust his entire length into her slick depths.

She gasped—eyes flying open as her body stretched to take in the sheer size of him.

A sharp cry escaped her lips, not of pain, but of overwhelming sensation.

It felt as though her body had never known a man until this moment.

Her inner walls clung to him, trembling around the thick heat buried inside her.

A wave of involuntary shudders ran through her, and her knees almost buckled.

He stayed still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust—feeling the wet, pulsing grip of her inner folds as they hugged him tighter than he'd ever experienced.

She turned her head just slightly, panting. "Please continue."

His lips curled into a wolfish grin.

He drew back—and then drove into her again, the wet sound of their union echoing across the kitchen.

The rhythm quickened, his hips slapping against the soft curve of her rear with increasing force.

Each thrust sent ripples across her flesh, her ass bouncing back into his hips with every motion.

The wooden table, meant for meal preparations, now hosted something far more carnal.

Her upper body lay sprawled against it, her breasts mashed against the cool surface, nipples taut from friction and arousal.

Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth as she moaned helplessly, overcome with ecstasy.

The scent of sex filled the air, thick and undeniable.

And he—he was lost in the feel of her, in the tight, quivering paradise that clutched him greedily every time he drove in.

His hands gripped her waist like a lifeline as he pounded into her, mind clouded by lust.

Lin Fengyang's thrusts grew fiercer, each one driving deeper into her quivering depths, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the kitchen.

Her moans escalated, raw and unrestrained, as her inner walls clenched around his thick shaft, trembling with every forceful push.

The table creaked beneath her, her massive breasts pressed flat against the wood, nipples scraping with each shuddering motion.

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he felt the pressure building, a primal heat coiling in his core.

With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed his release. A torrent of hot cum flooded her pussy, the sheer volume overwhelming her senses.

So much... she thought, awestruck, her mind reeling. It's impossible... multiple times more than anything I've ever felt. Husband's seed was nothing like this.

His cock throbbed inside her, the spurts continuing unabated, each pulse adding to the heavy warmth pooling in her womb, her body barely able to accommodate the ceaseless deluge.

The pressure built, her walls clenching instinctively, yet his seed kept flowing, a seemingly endless cascade that marked her completely.

Her inner walls continued to pulse, struggling to contain the relentless flood. It's still coming... still spurting inside me with no end.

Her body trembled, stretched to its limit, yet greedily accepting every drop.

After what felt like an eternity—nearly a minute—her pussy finally took all of his cum, filled to the brim, a warm heaviness settling deep within her.

Guilt stabbed at her heart. I've taken another man's seed... not my husband's... and so much of it.

Her cheeks burned with shame, but the thought dissolved under the weight of pleasure. How could she stop? This man... he's a beast. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming to resist.

She bit her lip, torn between remorse and the intoxicating ecstasy that still coursed through her.

Fengyang slowly withdrew his cock, the slick sound of their mingled fluids filling the air.

Her ravaged cunt gushed with his cum, a thick, white stream spilling out and pooling on the floor in a lewd puddle that stained the floor.

The sight made her flush deepen, her thighs trembling as the excess dripped down her legs.

He stepped back, his cock still hard, glistening with her nectar and streaks of his own white seed.

Turning her around with a firm grip on her shoulder, he met her dazed eyes.

"Suck it clean," he commanded, voice low and authoritative, a smirk playing on his lips.

She stared at his shaft, the mix of her sweet juices and his creamy cum coating its length, veins pulsing faintly.

Her heart raced—part shame, part desire.

Kneeling on the cool floor, her knees pressed into the floor, she leaned forward.

Her lips parted, then closed around the tip, tasting the tangy blend of their essences.

Her tongue swirled, lapping at the slick mixture, cleaning every inch with slow, deliberate strokes.

Fengyang's hand rested on her head, fingers threading through her hair as he guided her gently.

She took him deeper, her mouth warm and eager, hollowing her cheeks to suck him clean.

The musky taste of his cum mingled with her own sweetness, an intoxicating blend that made her head swim.

She worked diligently, tongue tracing the veins, lips gliding along his girth until no trace of their union remained.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened, and she looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of awe and submission.

Fengyang's smirk widened, satisfied with her obedience, his cock still twitching faintly as he stood over her, dominant and unyielding.

Fengyang's hands slid beneath her trembling thighs, lifting her with effortless strength as he repositioned her on the table.

He splayed her across the polished wood, her back pressing against the cool surface, legs spread wide to reveal her cum-soaked cunt, still glistening with his previous release.

Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her body pliant under his commanding touch.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, he aligned his throbbing cock with her slick entrance and shoved back inside in one fluid motion.

The sudden intrusion, stretching her already-filled pussy, pushed her over the edge. She came instantly, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as her inner walls convulsed around him, her juices mingling with the cum still dripping from her core.

Her body shuddered violently, thighs quaking as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping.

Her orgasm left her trembling, eyes half-lidded, but Fengyang didn't pause, thrusting slowly to savor her quivering walls, each motion drawing wet, lewd sounds.

He leaned in, as his hands gripped her bouncing breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs teasing her hard nipples to elicit gasps.

Her moans grew desperate, her body arching into his touch as he quickened his pace, hips slamming with rising force.

The table groaned under their rhythm, her breasts jolting with each thrust, his hands kneading them possessively.

Her pussy tightened, a second climax building, and with a deep thrust, Fengyang groaned, unloading another thick torrent of cum into her brimming womb.

She screamed, cumming again, her spasming walls milking him as cum spilled out, pooling on the table in a sticky mess, tainting the wood with their lust.

Fengyang's hands lingered on her trembling hips, her body still shuddering from her second climax on the cum-slicked table, her breaths ragged and uneven.

With a low growl, he slid out of her dripping cunt, the wet sound of their separation mingling with her soft whimper as more of his thick seed trickled down her thighs.

He guided her off the table, her legs wobbly, and eased her to the floor, his touch firm yet deliberate, positioning her on all fours like a prize claimed.

Her palms pressed into the cool kitchen tiles, knees spread, ass raised high as she arched her back instinctively, offering herself to him.

Fengyang knelt behind her, his cock still rock-hard, glistening with their mingled fluids, and he gripped her hips, slamming into her cum-filled pussy with a single, brutal thrust.

She gasped, her body rocking forward, her massive breasts swinging wildly back and forth, the heavy mounds bouncing with each forceful impact.

He fucked her like his bitch, his hips driving with feral intensity, the wet slap of his pelvis against her rippling ass echoing through the room.

Her plump cheeks jiggled with every thrust, the soft flesh quivering under his relentless pace, her moans escalating into raw, pleading cries.

His hands roamed to her swaying breasts, fingers digging into the bouncing flesh, squeezing hard as he pounded her, claiming every inch of her trembling body.

Her pussy clenched tighter, overwhelmed by the unyielding assault, her mind lost to the haze of pleasure and submission.

Fengyang's thrusts grew erratic, his cock throbbing as he neared his peak, and with a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, unleashing another torrent of hot cum into her already brimming womb.

The thick, scalding flood filled her pussy, pushing her past her limits, and she screamed, her body convulsing as she came again, her juices squirting in a forceful gush that soaked the floor beneath them.

As he withdrew, her ravaged cunt pulsed, more cum spilling out in thick ropes, mingling with her squirted essence in a lewd puddle on the tiles.

Her body collapsed on floor, her face a perfect ahegao—eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool dripping from her parted lips, utterly wrecked by ecstasy.

The kitchen, now heavy with the scent of sex, bore the marks of their carnal frenzy.

But then they heard a sound as the wall parted with a low, grinding rumble, revealing a shadowed passage beyond.

She gasped, panic seizing her as her ahegao expression twisted into wide-eyed fear, her trembling hands fumbling to cover her naked, cum-drenched body, dreading who might emerge to witness her shame.

Fengyang, however, remained unfazed, his lips curling into a faint, intrigued smirk, awed by the unexpected development yet utterly in control—after all, with Meiyin as his slave, the manor was his domain, and no servant or intruder could dare question his infidelity.