Reverend Ecstasy
chapter-164

Stretch and Swallow was a simple game. Six dancers stimulate Xinzi with sensual chants, dances and mystical yin-based arts. Three cock-molesters stimulate his body directly, ready to collect his spunk, while a fourth one—the receptacle—receives his caresses. Should Xinzi come first, the ladies would each receive his meat in their dripping holes. But if the receptacle succumbed to his touch, then the meat would go up their asses.

Three groups had tried and failed already. And until one succeeded, the consummation wouldn't reach its final phase.

Xinzi snapped his fingers, summoning the Immortal Blood Wine. Not much was left, but our monk still had enough for one last game. Already aware of the rules, two of the seven dancers reached for the wine gourd, sharing whatever liquor remained. Then they pinched and pressed one another's breasts, aiming their nipples at Xinzi's mouth. Our monk's lips curled up, and he brushed his right hand against the nipples. Colorful energies flowed out, and to none's surprise, drizzles of red wine started dripping from the two dancers' tits—dropping straight into Xinzi's mouth.

His lips spread apart, opening wide to receive the milk-wine. At the same time, the butt-shaking hussy twerked over our monk's cock. First, she grabbed it between her ass cheeks, shook it left and right, slid up and down, before letting it ago and resuming the twerking. The cock stood erect like an inflexible mast of meat, refusing to soften and eager to punish the provocation that this hussy had put it through.

The temperature rose, sweat and sexual fluids mixed on the red sheets. The twerking hussy, a mermaid with shoulder-length dark blue hair, stuck her tongue out—looking over her shoulder to stare at our monk with salacious eyes. A thin line of colorful scales stood at the upper half of her back, constantly producing sweet-scented aphrodisiacs that brought Xinzi's lust to inhuman levels.

The hussy bent over. Two of her sisters reached for her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her pulsing butthole to our monk's cultured eyes. The rest crawled over, stroking Xinzi's spit-drenched meat while spilling more of their saliva around his shaft.

"Ooh…" The natural lubricants glistened our monk's shaft, and as his tongue flopped on the left, the milk-wine producing dancers filled his mouth with the remaining Immortal Blood Wine.

Not one of these ladies didn't come from a racy sea clan—all equipped with innate abilities that'd make average human partners lose their lives in the throes of ecstasy. All the lust they kept bottled up to dedicate themselves to cultivation erupted here. Caution left the chat, and the twerking hussy pressed her butthole on Xinzi's meat—her eyes rolling back as she impaled herself, one chunk of meat at a time.

"Ohhh…Abbot, why are you sooo…big? You're messing up your initiate already!" The hussy arched her back, her ass clenching on Xinzi's meat while jolts of electricity coursed through both their bodies. Xinzi couldn't speak. The milk-wine producing gals brought their tits down, filling his mouth with their fleshly jugs, and smiling as our monk tugged on their nipples.

The Blissful Extinction Art still operated, a haze of lust wrapped the room, and the twerking hussy resumed her dance, sliding up and down our monk's meat and pumping it in the deepest reaches of her ass-tunnel.

"Aaaah!" The cheeky mermaid dropped to the base, comfortably sitting on Xinzi's erect pole while her silver nails trailed over his chiseled chest. By now, Xinzi had forgotten about Xue Jingzhao. Our monk gave the mermaid's ass one good smack, urging her resume cock-pumping.

"Naughty Abbot…let your initiates…serve you well." The ten all said in sync. The mermaid's hips moved back and forth, then swayed as if forming an 8-shape. Her ass never stopped clamping our monk's meat, making it explore all the corners of her backdoor.

Other hussies sucked on Xinzi's balls. Others still dragged their tongues across his chest—and with number on their side, plunged our monk into ecstasy. Squelching sound upon squelching sound filled the room, meshing with the moans as the mermaid smacked her hips on Xinzi's cock. It tensed once more, eager to release the spunk.

"Alright, I quit. Bring that cunt over here," Xinzi said, broke free of the tight encirclement, and grabbed the mermaid by the waist. Barely had her lust-glazed eyes regained their senses that Xinzi pinned the hussy down, slamming his cock straight into her dripping love-hole.

"Aaah…aaah…Abbot, yes! Breed your lustful initiate! She is…thirsting for you!!!" These would be the last semi-rational words that echoed in the room. Xinzi put two fingers in the hussy's mouth, making her suck on them while his hips smashed into hers. The sound of flesh smacking flesh spread through the walls.

The hussy's legs flailed in the air, her toes curling as our monk crammed her love-hole, his meat-slab twisting in her elastic tunnels to press all sweet spots.

"Oooh…ohhh…ohhh!" Pressing and grunting, pressing and grunting went on for half-an-hour, with the bystanders stroking Xinzi's body, and making our monk slam faster into the mermaid's love-tunnel. With one loud grunt, Xinzi impaled himself to the hilt, then pulled out in haste, unloading warm liters of spunk all over the mermaid's face.

"The Abbot quit! The Abbot quit! All of you can come in!" Said a criminal hussy, giving the 90 beauties outside the door the signal they needed to flood and swarm our monk in a feast of meat and juice.

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For seven nights, Xue Jingzhao waited in the Consummation Palace's greeting hall—entertained by none but her shadow against the walls. At first, the Moon Children brought her tea, but soon, they forgot about her—and alone she waited for the God-Monarch—her fury soaring with each passing day.

"Aaah…ahhh…ahhh!" The Consummation Palace's walls seemed as thin as paper. Or perhaps someone set up formations to ensure that all could hear what went on. Regardless, Xue Jingzhao clenched her thighs, biting her lips and holding on her shoulders to restrain the thirst and excitement that grew on the daily.

In the August Divinity's Solar Palace, sexual frustration was Jingzhao's daily meal. Unlike other Sun Spirits, Taiyang Yuan had virtually no interest in coital matters. Worse, though he treated her with courtesy, behind the gentle mask, Jingzhao could sense the scorn he felt for her. Jingzhao couldn't understand why Taiyang Yuan treated her so. If not for her, Qiu Meng's Ancient Spirit Lineage would have never been exposed—giving him time to grow into a threat that even the Taiyang clan couldn't contain.

Granted that the Infernal Nuns brought hell on earth to avenge their master's death. Granted, that the Hengye clan later used the damages left by world war to launch an irresistible sneak attack, none of this was her fault!

'Taiyang Yuan, you faithless bastard! For you I've betrayed my sister, brother and clan! Yet you still treat me as an outsider, refuse to grant me an immortal destiny, and even send me on degrading errands where I face no end of humiliation!

So what if I lead the Demon Slaying Hall? The Hall Master is still a mortal! I…want to become Immortal!" Unable to constrain herself, Jingzhao slammed her fist into a wall. It didn't crack, proof that the only reason why these adamantine walls let so much noise pass was that a formation or spell of some sort forced them to.

"Damn! And why is this God-Monarch so lustful?!" If Taiyang Yuan had one-tenth the lust Jingzhao felt from the reigning Eternal Night Monarch, she didn't doubt that she'd have the means to make him worship her skirt. Alas, as always, she got the less appealing prospect.

Here, a devious idea started taking shape in Xue Jingzhao's mind. The Hengye clan's momentum had become unstoppable, and no one could tell when they'd resume the war they'd put on hold. By then, could the Taiyang clan resist their offensive?

Unlikely!

If not because of these fears, why would Taiyang Yuan offer them an invitation to the Great Desolation World's most prestigious event? And have a Noble Consort deliver the message, at that.

'The solar umbrella has run its course. If I don't shift to the right camp as soon as possible, when the inevitable war starts, I will follow that no-good deity to the grave. Taiyang Yuan, you can't blame me for being faithless. It is you…that didn't treat me right.' As usual, Xue Jingzhao convinced herself that she did nothing wrong, that she wasn't to blame.

The coital noises stopped here, and a herculean giant waltzed into the scene, dressed in a black satin robe that left his chest exposed.

"Hi. My apologies for the delay. My new consorts came with no knowledge of Lianist precepts, forcing me to educate them from scratch. I love Lianism, you see? Especially my Creed of Liberation. The Golden Lotus be praised. What can My Divine Self do for you?" Xinzi said while ambling at his throne, for in every greeting hall of Night Flower City—and even the Evernight Palace at large—stood a throne prepared to cushion Xinzi's ass.

Our monk took his seat. Xue Jingzhao spun towards him, but could see nothing past the mystical clouds that shrouded Xinzi's figure.. Instantly, her face twisted into a frown.