Reverend Obscenity-Chapter 17: Storm of Desire

He stepped in close, hands clamping down on her hips, his fingers dimpling her soft flesh.

With a grunt, he drove into her soaked slit in a single, brutal thrust that forced a pleasured gasp from her throat.

She took him in to the hilt—greedy, welcoming, slick heat wrapping around him like a velvet vice.

The tempo was savage from the start. Flesh met flesh with audible slaps, her ample ass rippling with each impact.

Mingzhu moaned, sharp and breathy, her walls clenching rhythmically around his girth, coaxing every ounce of power from him with every squeeze.

Her hands splayed against the wall as her body rocked with his rhythm.

Then, her right hand dipped between her thighs, fingers circling her clit with practiced precision, drawing pleasure upon pleasure until her knees buckled, her breath caught, and the climax ripped through her with a feral cry.

"Harder," she snarled, lips curling in a wicked grin, her tone edged with need and dominance both. "Break me if you can."

Fengyang grunted, his qi flaring hotter.

He slid out halfway and plunged in deeper than before, grinding against the spot that made her tremble.

Her breath hitched. Her thighs quivered.

Fengyang's breath caught, nostrils flaring as her challenge ignited something primal within him.

He answered her with silence—only the clenching of his jaw and the raw heat radiating from his body gave warning before he slammed into her with renewed fury.

The pace changed.

No longer merely pleasure—it became punishment.

Each thrust was merciless, driving her hips into the wall hard enough to make the jade-etched patterns on the stone tremble.

Her cry was ragged, drowning in ecstasy, and still she pushed back against him, her body welcoming every brutal collision.

Her breasts bounced with each impact, soft flesh quivering as her nails scratched deep into the wall for support.

Her silver hair clung to her back in sweat-drenched strands, sticking to her skin like silk drenched in dew.

"That's it," she hissed between gasps, eyes fluttering. "Show me you're more than Meiyin's little pet."

A growl tore from Fengyang's throat—feral, unbidden.

He pulled back sharply, forcing her to whimper at the sudden loss, only to slam in again, burying himself to the hilt.

He gripped her hair, yanking her head back so her cheek lifted from the wall.

"You talk too much," he growled against her ear, voice roughened by strain and lust.

Mingzhu's laugh was breathless, delighted, as her eyes rolled back and her body convulsed again, this time helpless under the pounding.

Her knees nearly gave out—but Fengyang caught her.

He spun her around roughly, lifting her by the thighs, her slick inner folds exposed as he pinned her back against the stone.

Her arms looped around his neck instinctively, and their mouths crashed together—tongues dueling, mingling breaths like two starving beasts devouring each other.

He adjusted her legs over his forearms, lifting her higher, her dripping entrance positioned perfectly.

One controlled thrust—slow, deliberate—sank him back inside her heat, and she gasped against his lips.

Now each movement was heavier, deeper, and when he began pounding her again, the sounds grew louder—wet, obscene, echoing through the chamber like a carnal rhythm.

Her back slammed against the wall with every thrust, her breasts flattened against his chest, their sweat-slicked bodies moving in violent harmony.

"You... bastard," she moaned, tears pooling at the corners of her crimson eyes, her voice trembling. "You'll make me..."

He didn't slow. He didn't let her speak. He drove himself deeper, harder, each thrust brutal in its precision.

Mingzhu's scream was swallowed by his mouth as her body seized around him, her climax crashing through her like a wave breaking against the cliffs.

Her walls fluttered violently, clenching with mindless need, trying to pull him deeper, as if her body itself refused to let him go.

Her sob of pleasure tore free just as his restraint snapped.

With a final, brutal thrust, he slammed into her and let go, groaning deep in his throat.

His cock spasmed inside her, thick ropes of seed flooding her tight, convulsing core.

Her inner walls clenched around him with raw, gluttonous satisfaction, milking every last drop as her body trembled—not in weakness, but in decadent delight.

They stayed like that, bodies locked in a heated knot against the wall, their skin slick with sweat, breaths ragged and mingling.

Her arms coiled tighter around his neck, and her nails traced lazy, possessive lines down his back.

When she finally spoke, her voice was a sultry whisper, drenched in amusement and satisfaction. "Not bad... You're worth keeping."

Mingzhu chuckled low against his throat, nipping his neck once more before pushing gently against his chest.

"Don't think we're done," she purred, stepping back, her bare skin gleaming with sweat, her breath still ragged but hungry. "I'm not nearly satisfied."

Before she could fully step away, Lin Fengyang's hands shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her back against him, his chest pressing to her back.

Mingzhu didn't resist, her body responding instinctively to the fire in his touch.

She gave a fleeting glance over her shoulder, her crimson eyes burning with a promise of more.

His hands slid down her body, guiding her into a position where her legs remained slightly bent beneath her, her back arching as she lowered herself in a graceful, sensual motion.

She bent as though attempting to touch her toes, her torso angled forward, her tits hung heavily beneath as her breath quickened in anticipation.

Her face hovered mere centimeters above the floor, unable to brace herself on the ground, her hands clawed the air.

Fengyang stared down at her in silent awe for a heartbeat—then seized her hips and entered her in one smooth, unforgiving thrust.

Mingzhu gasped—sharp and breathless—and arched her back deeper, welcoming him.

Her body quivered as he found his rhythm, slow at first, dragging every inch, every grind, before accelerating to a pace that slapped skin to skin with audible wet force.

Each thrust knocked her forward slightly, her breasts swaying beneath her, sweat dripping from her temples.

Her face was hidden from him, but the moans spilling from her throat told him everything—growing louder, darker, edged with blissful madness.

Her nails scraped at empty air as her knees trembled, legs struggling to stay steady under the pounding force behind her.

Her moans rose to whimpers, then to ragged gasps that echoed in the chamber like prayer and sin alike.

Her climax hit abruptly—a shuddering wave that made her entire body seize.

Her thighs clamped, her inner walls fluttered, and she released a cry muffled only by the strain in her throat.

Fengyang gritted his teeth, barely holding himself back, but the feeling of her spasming around him was too much.

He grunted, burying himself deep as he spilled once more inside her little sister.

The moment passed, but they didn't fall away.

Still trembling, Mingzhu slowly straightened, rising from her bent-over posture with deliberate slowness, sweat trailing in glistening paths down her dark skin.

She turned in his arms, her hands sliding up his chest as she looked at him with glazed satisfaction and breathless hunger.

"You're still standing," she said with a breathy chuckle, brushing her lips against his. "Good."

Then, before he could answer, she seized him by the shoulders and shoved him down onto the nearest cushioned surface.

"I want to see how long you'll last."

What followed was no single round, no brief indulgence.

It was a storm of lust, hours long, unrelenting.

Flesh against flesh, sweat slicking every curve, their bodies never fully separating as they chased climax after climax like heated beasts.

On the bed, Mingzhu lay on her back, lifting her legs all the way up and behind her head.

Her ankles crossed behind her own neck, her dark skin taut with strain and arousal.

Lin Fengyang loomed above her, his hands bracing the mattress as he slid in from above.

His cock plunged downward into her drenched cunt while she stared up at him from beneath her own legs, her body trembling at the unnatural depth.

She moaned like a debauched goddess, her cunt spasming around him as he filled her again.

Later, she flipped onto her shoulders in a bridge, only her upper back and arms supporting her weight.

Her hips lifted high, ass angled perfectly toward him.

He knelt between her legs and drove into her in smooth, pounding strokes.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her breath came in shattered gasps as her climax tore through her again.

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Another time, she bent her legs all the way back again—this time folded over herself so tightly her ankles pressed beside her ears.

Her hands clutched her thighs to keep the position, and he squatted over her, his cock dipping in at an angle that made her shriek with ecstasy, her body quaking with the pleasure of being stretched, filled, conquered.

Her walls milked him every time he spilled inside her. And he did—again, and again, and again.

They fucked everywhere in the chamber.

Bent over the low tea table, her hands sliding helplessly over scrolls while he plowed her from behind, her thighs slick with mixed essence.

On the vanity, her ass flat against the surface, mirror fogging as he pressed her breasts against the glass and thrust up into her.

Against the wall, straddling him with her legs wrapped around his waist, bouncing on his cock as her crimson eyes fluttered and rolled back.

Every surface bore witness.

Every corner of the room was defiled—each tile, cushion, and pillar tainted by the overflow of yin and yang essence, by moans and shudders and liquid release.

The floor was damp with their heat. The room reeked of sex and power.

And still she wanted more.

What little remained of the bedding was drenched, the scent of hours of indulgence thick in the air.

Mingzhu lay flat on her stomach, legs spread just slightly apart, her arms stretched out in front of her as she panted softly.

Her skin glowed with heat, hair plastered to her back in silver streaks.

Fengyang hovered above her, placing his knees to either side of her thighs as he slowly entered her again.

She groaned—hoarse, guttural—as his cock slid in once more, the angle tighter, the friction exquisite.

He began to thrust—slow, deliberate, sinking into the tight channel clenching greedily around him.

His chest brushed her back, lips grazing the curve of her neck, one hand slipping beneath to squeeze her breast while his hips ground into her ass.

Her toes curled as he moved above her, their bodies slick with sweat and dripping essence.

Then, with a sudden crack, the bed gave way beneath them.

The legs splintered and the mattress dropped to the floor with a dull thud.

Mingzhu burst into breathless laughter even as his cock remained buried inside her.

"You broke it," she giggled, breath shuddering as he kept thrusting. "You savage—don't stop."

He didn't.

He kept going, hips rolling into her with slow, brutal rhythm until her thighs trembled and her voice was reduced to moans, her nether cave spasming violently around him.

He groaned low in his throat and drove himself as deep as he could—and finally poured himself inside her again, filling her to overflowing.

Mingzhu gasped, her whole body seizing, face twisted in unrestrained ecstasy.

Her crimson eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as her body twitched beneath him.

By the end, she was wrecked.

Face flushed, expression slack with pleasure, drool streaking her cheek as she lay in a state of blissful ruin.

Her ravaged core oozed with the excess of his seed, overflowing with the remnants of countless orgasms.

Her thighs were soaked, her body trembling.

She smiled—lazily, proudly, like a satisfied beast.

And still, in her eyes, a glint remained.

A promise that she'd want more of this in days to come.