Reverend Ecstasy

Chapter 81: Harvest the Meat (R-18)

Prompted by carnal impulses that they had zero control over, the 18 beauties attempted to charge our monk, crowding him with their hardened nipples and disheveled dresses. From small and perky curves to curvaceous bombshells, the Soaring Crane mountain took care to select and serve all quality tastes, enabling our monk to stand as the lone sausage in a sandwich of delicacies.

“Slut! Get out of my way!” Driven by desires and feral instincts, the ladies slapped, slammed, shoved and clawed at one another, desperately trying to get a piece of Xinzi’s monstrous body. Those who did first tore the robes off his chest, pressed their hands on his balls, and while taking the measure of his meat, flicked their tongues across his nipples. Two by two, the ladies’ tongues slurped and dragged on Xinzi’s chest, fighting for the demonic, enrapturing taste that continuously leaked from his form. Too slow to get a bite of Xinzi’s chest, others caressed his legs. Others still kissed his feet, while the rest took turns on his shoulders, neck and back.

No position remained occupied for long. Some of the unattended beauties would manage to dislodge a slurping competitor, replacing them long enough to hug, kiss and lick our monk, only to get replaced by another frantic beauty.

It was a mess. A beautiful, tantalizing mess that our monk would not fail to take advantage of. Animated by this primal hunger, the beauties seemed to have dropped their humanity, becoming brutish sex fiends that would allow no competitors to stand between their meat and them. The fight got more brazen, with tits and ass cheeks getting slapped left and right.

“Enough.” Though a part of him wished to let them fight for the grace of worshipping his body, our monk reckoned it was time to retake control. His six sanguine eyes flashed with a pink glow. The 18 beauties pouted in response, making their oh-so-kissable lips lure in more of our monk’s lust. Blood flowed to his nether regions—engorging his cock, which stretched and poked through his half ruined pants. The bulge, that deceiving mast that so often plugged the holes of the Liberation Temple’s donors, stirred the beauties’ loins.

Their hips swayed seductively, and again they rushed towards Xinzi. The first two to get their hands over the monk’s crotch drew their sisters’ envy. But concerned by Xinzi’s reaction, the ladies dared not fight anymore, and with the same pout, awaited their turn at the monk’s feet. But they wouldn’t wait in peace—no. Refusing to not stimulate our monk’s perversion, the most voluptuous of the lot lowered their collars, letting their breasts spring free and grab the monk’s attention. Though jealous of their sisters’ moves, the less endowed beauties couldn’t play the same trick, and thus had to be more creative.

Revealing parts of their pert bodies, they broke into sensuous dances. Moving with the grace of swans and the allure of succubi, they paired with their voluptuous sisters to trap our monk in a garden of visual bliss. These erotic dancing techniques had clearly been taught with extreme care to seduce superior experts. Had the Soaring Crane mountain predecessors known that they’d been spent on a Qi Refinement boy, perhaps they’d have rammed swords into their skulls.

A generous man of faith, Xinzi reached out for the ladies, letting his hands sink into their fleshy mounds, swaying hips and ass cheeks—pinching and cupping, two at a time.

The two that stroked his bulge sensed that the meat-stick could no longer hold on, and like virtuous priestesses tending to an idol, they dropped on their knees. Eyes sparkling in expectation, they lowered Xinzi’s pants and whipped his cock out.

Primitive instincts and aching needs met here. The seductresses stuck their tongues out, first poking at the base of our monk’s meat, before dragging their spit-drenched tongues across up his veiny shaft. Up and down they went, and lured in by the spectacle, a third hussy joined the dance, kneeling right before Xinzi and resting the head of his shaft on her stretched out tongue. Greedier than her peers, this hussy didn’t beat around the bush, took our monk’s meat in, and sucked his shaft with gusto.

“Ah, the bitter sea!” In raptured bliss, Xinzi let out a long sigh—arching his head back. A voluptuous hussy awaited behind, letting him rest against her ample chest while she reached out for the only available piece of meat and stroked the base of our monk’s spit-drenched shaft. In that instant, Xinzi had the firm belief that the Celestial Paradise itself couldn’t do better. Any fear for his demonic form had long died under the stimulus of potent lust—leaving an explosion of chemicals to drive this madness on.

Nearby, the dancers’ legs were getting moistened by wet, dripping fluid. Fluid that leaked alongside the pervading smell of their excitement. Unable to hold on anymore, they took their dresses off and, while forming a circle around our monk, stroked their hardened clits. The depravity was off the charts, and Xinzi loved every bit of it. Who could blame him, though? Was it not by Heaven’s will that men could indulge in this level of pleasure? If not Heaven, then nature. Some righteous or impartial creator had to be guilty, and so it was man’s right to enjoy every chunk of the opportunity—or so our monk thought, at least.

The slurping hussies became more brazen, licking his veins and sucking his meat with a perfect blend of hunger and precision. Learning to share, if only a little, they took turns on the shaft, only giving it a second of respite before pumping it down their throats.

“Oh…ohhh!” The monk passed his hands through their hair. The stroking he received from the curvy beauty at his back added to the friction. His cock tensed up, announcing its release. Here the pumping hussy grew greedy, refused to share, picked up the pace, and welcomed our monk’s demonic spunk with her tongue hanging underneath his shaft. Xinzi’s milk burst out, filling the hussy’s mouth with warm gushes of spunk. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy, her cunt soaked the ground underneath. The two that helped her in this cum-draining work refused to get outdone, pushed her off the meat, and were delighted to see that it still spurted more for them to enjoy.

“Mhmmm…” While the greedy hussy lay groggily on the ground, drunk on Xinzi’s cum, the voluptuous hussy still stroked more milk out, letting the sucking pair enjoy a milk shower on their rosy faces, and some more down their throats.

They too got drunk on the sauce—trembling in an orgasm induced by the Klesha Heart’s corruptive properties. Xinzi’s cock stayed rock-hard, delighting the neglected beauties, whose self-fingering intensified as they stared at the work of art, perverse art, that stared at them with provocative pheromones.

Though Xinzi wished to not let them suffer any longer, he had to reward the good services of the curvaceous cock-stroker at his back—also the leader that previously wanted to harvest his meat. Spinning towards her, our monk sank his massive hands into her large, pulpy ass cheeks, first letting his cock poke against her entrance. Instinctively, she rubbed against it, her juices spilling over both their thighs. But she didn’t care, and neither did he. Ever in control, Xinzi pulled his cock back, interrupting the hussy’s humping, before pushing his meat-stick up this uncharted territory.

“Aaan!” The first time’s breakage had no impact here—the intoxication too strong for any of the beauties to get distracted from the waves of pleasure that Xinzi’s meat promised. Our monk took note of this little fact, and after giving his meat a second to draw a full map of this new territory, and appreciate the contours of the gripping walls, dragged it down to the entrance—then again slammed it all the way up—straight to the hilt.

“Ahh…ahhh…ahhh!” Thus trapped in Xinzi’s arm, and standing like a naughty sow in some open-air mating ritual, the hussy wrapped her arms around Xinzi’s neck—welcoming the pounding with loud moans, punctuated by the occasional grunt.