Chapter 17: A Feast on the Table (R-18)
"Good girl," Kai whispered, his voice vibrating against the shell of her ear.
The air in the room shifted instantly. It became heavy, thick with a primal tension that made the candlelight seem to dim. Mrs. Lin trembled under his hands, her head falling back against his chest, surrendering to the heat radiating from him.
Kai didn't waste time with buttons or clasps. He wasn't a guest anymore; he was the master of the house.
His hands slid down from her shoulders to the high collar of her crimson dress. With a dexterity that belied his size, he found the fastenings. Click. Click. The silk loosened.
"You don't need this," Kai murmured.
He peeled the dress down. It slid over her shoulders like water, pooling at her elbows. Mrs. Lin gasped, the cool air hitting her heated skin, followed immediately by the scorching warmth of Kai’s hands.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts tumbled free, bouncing heavily as they escaped the confinement of the silk. They were magnificent—large, soft, and pale, with wide, dark areolas that were already puckering in anticipation. They hung with the natural, heavy weight of a mature woman, swaying slightly with her every breath.
Kai groaned low in his throat. He reached around, cupping the heavy undersides of her breasts with his large palms. They filled his hands to overflowing, the flesh spilling through his fingers like warm dough.
"So soft," Kai growled, squeezing them.
He kneaded her breasts, his thumbs digging into the plush meat, circling inward to tease the hardening nipples. Mrs. Lin let out a high, broken whimper, her hips shifting in the chair.
"Kai... not here... the table..."
"Yes. Here."
Kai gripped her waist. He pulled her up from the chair. Mrs. Lin was limp, her legs weak, but Kai’s strength—boosted by his cultivation—made her light as a feather.
The dress fell to the floor in a puddle of red silk. She was completely naked now, save for her heels. Her body was a landscape of soft curves, thick thighs, and womanly indulgence.
Kai turned her toward the dining table. The steam from the braised pork still rose into the air, mingling with the scent of sex.
With a sweep of his arm, Kai shoved the bowls and plates aside. Clatter! Ceramic clicked against wood, wine spilled, but neither of them cared. He cleared a space right in the center.
He lifted her.
"Up," he commanded.
He set her down on the edge of the hard wooden table. Mrs. Lin gasped as the cool wood touched her bare ass and thighs, her legs automatically spreading to accommodate him. She leaned back on her elbows, her breasts heaving, displayed like the main course of a banquet.
Kai stepped between her spread legs. He didn't look at her face; he looked at her chest.
He reached out and grabbed both of her breasts, pushing them together. The soft flesh mashed against each other, creating a deep, sinful valley.
"You are made for this," Kai said, his voice husky.
He buried his face in them.
"Oh! Oh god, Kai!" Mrs. Lin screamed, her head thrown back, her hair spilling over the table among the spilled rice.
Kai showed no mercy. He motoboated her cleavage, shaking his head side to side, letting the heavy globes slap against his cheeks. He opened his mouth and latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard. It was even more sensitive than yesterday. At the same time, his hand squeezed her right breast, his fingers kneading the fat, pinching the other nipple.
He played with them roughly, treating them like toys designed for his pleasure. He watched the skin flush pink under his grip, watched the nipples turn into rock-hard diamonds in his mouth. He bit down gently, and Mrs. Lin’s thighs clamped around his waist, her heels digging into his back.
"Please... Kai... I need... I need..." she babbled, her mind melting.
Kai pulled back, a string of saliva trailing from her nipple. He looked at her—naked, ravaged, spread open on her own dining table.
"You need what, Auntie?" Kai smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "This?"
He stepped back for a second. His hands went to his belt.
Mrs. Lin watched with hazy, hungry eyes as he undid his trousers. He shoved them down.
His cock sprang free.
It was massive. Thick, veiny, and angry. The purple head was swollen, glistening with a drop of clear, sticky precum that caught the candlelight. It twitched in the air, eager and hard as iron.
Mrs. Lin’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. It was far bigger than anything her husband had ever possessed.
"Kai..." she whispered, a mix of fear and desperate want.
Kai stepped back between her legs. He grabbed her knees and pulled her hips to the very edge of the table, so her ass was hanging off slightly.
He grabbed his cock in one hand, feeling the heat and the slickness of the precum.
He lined it up.
He pressed the broad, wet mushroom head directly against her entrance.
She was soaking wet. Her pussy lips were swollen and slippery, parting easily for him. The head of his cock nudged against her opening, stretching her just a fraction. The heat was electric.
"Look at it," Kai commanded, his hips pressing forward just enough to tease, but not enter. "It’s knocking on the door, Auntie. Are you going to let me in?"