Chapter 87: Xiao Feng's father and Meng Tian's wife

That was the first day Holy Son Xiao Feng started sharing women with Meng Tian, and in that process, Meng Tian stopped thinking about his deceased wife and the tragic accidents that had happened to her as he indulged in adultery with Holy Son Xiao Feng.

Then, with a smile on his face, he said, "I like being rough with women, but I only do so with those discarded by Young Master or those he wants me to break using my methods. Luckily, you're one of his favourite sluts; otherwise, instead of my thumb, my dragon would be inside your sacred cave." Then, he removed his thumb and held her legs in the air.

"Spread those lips," he told her to open the mouth of her lower lips as he rubbed his dragon on the surface.

She complied, opening them with both hands, her legs high in the air. The position was incredibly sensual, making Meng Tian smile as he entered her.

She moaned, "aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa." This was one of Meng Tian's ways: using his rough dragon to insert inside a woman without lubrication.

"splllurrch"

A small fountain of honey flowed from Elder Li's lower lips as Meng Tian struck her sweet spot with a single thrust. Having witnessed her intimate moments with Holy Son, he knew her weakness.

She moaned again as he withdrew his dragon and inserted it again, repeating this 5-6 times. On the seventh attempt, his dragon goes off target, but Elder Li guided it back inside her.

Meng Tian then thrust deep inside her, not withdrawing this time, as he began to move his hips.

"Aaaahhhaaa!"

"Aahaaaa!"

"Aaaahaaaaaa!"

"Aaaaaahhaaaa!"

Elder Li moaned, her voice rising with each thrust as Meng Tian's dragon has big width and length more than 6.5 inches, she felt its full presence within her.

"clap"

"clap"

"clap"

As he thrust, the sound of his body colliding with her hips echoed like thunderous claps, each stroke leaving her body in pain and pleasure, as if a madman had lost all sanity.

Elder Li murmured, her voice tangled in pain and pleasure, "Aahaaa... aaahaaa... slowly-slowly."

She begged, "Please, go slower... aahaaaa... ahaaaa."

But Meng Tian is Meng Tian, how can he stop when he's going through an adrenaline rush? The more she begged, the more he increased his thrust. It went on for long 14 minutes before he withdrew from her inside due her long orgasm, "ssppppllluurrch" and with that she came like nigra fall.

Meanwhile,

as Holy Son was going towards Sect Leader's wife's chamber, his communication artifact rang, he picked up and saw it was his father.

Xiao Feng then retrieved another artifact, one that would shield him from prying eyes, ensuring complete secrecy.

Feng Duan, Holy Son Xiao Feng's father, "Are you too busy perhaps that you are not even contacting your father back." He smiled, his face looks cunning, so does his smile.

Xiao Feng smiled, "How can that be father, aren't you always receiving reports from Meng Tian, so what's the difference between me or him talking to you."

Feng Duan, "you are my son, not him and it seems you really pity him after what happened to him and his wife aren't you" he smiled cunningly.

Holy Son Xiao Feng replied, "And who is responsible for this, Father?" He paused, studying his father's expression, which remained unreadable. Then, he continued, "It's not that I pity him, but I enjoy his company.

As long as he remains loyal, I'll treat him like family, just as you treat his wife." Xiao Feng's smile hinted at underlying intentions.

Holy Son continued, "With one move, you gained not only a loyal guard but also a new bitch as your plaything."

Feng Duan smiled slyly. "you know…Not only is the husband loyal, but the wife is too. Would you like to see?" He tilted the artifact, revealing a woman under the table, between his legs pleasuring his dragon.

Her mouth was filled with Feng Duan's dragon, and she still had her hands on the base of the dragon, which showed how long his dragon was.

Holy Son Xiao Feng spoke as he reverted his eyes from the artifact, "Aaah, Father, don't show things like this to your son."

Feng Duan burst into laughter. "Ha-ha-ha-ha! Look who's talking! You used to watch me with those bitches when you were here. Now you suddenly feel this is wrong? Are you really my son?"

Holy Son laughed, "Ha-ha-ha, Father, I'm still the same. By the way, how did you like my gift?"

He was referring to the first young female disciple he had tamed, with her striking red curly hair, chubby physique, and voluptuous assets like a mature woman.

Feng Duan chuckled, "Ha-ha-ha-h! She was a fine piece, my son. You know your father's taste."

He continued, "Even at that young age, her body felt like a mature woman's. Well, now she's carrying a child. I've sent her to the factory."

"With her joining the group, we're one step closer to our goal." His voice dropped to a sorrowful whisper, tinged with disappointment. "But we still need more... and you haven't sent anyone after her."

Holy Son Xiao Feng replied, "Father, I can't just send anyone I want. You know as well as that if multiple young disciples or even a single elder go missing, it will raise suspicions and jeopardize our plans and Only those who have cleared the mark can be utilized; the others are disposable to us."

His father roared in anger, "You hold a high position and still can't silence them? At least send someone after the expedition of the Secret Realm!"

suddenly, a woman's coughs echoed from his father's side. S~eaʀᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Cough... Oolahaaahhhhaa... Ooollaaahaazzzjjjj... Ooolaaaaajjjj... Cough... Cough."

Holy Son Xiao Feng recognized the sounds; his father must have unleashed his anger on Meng Tian's wife. The coughs indicated Feng Duan had forcefully held her head, compelling her to take more of his "dragon" into her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face as Feng Duan released his grip. She coughed violently, her breathing growing rapid. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she lay on the ground, gasping for air.

Feng Duan growled, frustrated, "Her body's adjusted, but that petite mouth of hers remains as delicate as ever. A single thrust and she's gasping for air."

Feng Duan gazed at Holy Son Xiao Feng through the artifact, "Your mother was the best at this. She could handle more than this little slut. I miss her mouth."

Holy Son Xiao Feng's expression changed, "How is she? How many more days will she remain there?"

Holy Son Xiao Feng's expression remained neutral, "She should return. I won't tolerate more half-siblings from her side, born from those old men, not from my father."

Feng Duan chuckled, "This is how our family operates, son. Never forget it. And I'm anticipating new additions of bitches to our household. Perhaps, if we provide them with fresh... breeding vessels, they'll return your mother."

"I understand, Father," Holy Son Xiao Feng replied, before abruptly severing the communication link.

Meanwhile, Feng Duan's attention shifted to Meng Tian's wife, his voice cold and commanding. "Get up and spread your legs on the bed." He pressed his thumb into her hip, his grip firm.

Meng Tian thought that his wife died on the day his house was burned by his enemies, and being saved by Feng Duan was like a blessing to him, as he saved Meng Tian's life and gave him a new purpose in life.

But in reality, this was all a lie, as it was orchestrated by Feng Duan from the day, he found out about Meng Tian's beautiful wife. He first identified his enemies and then bribed them to burn his house, using the body of a different woman while abducting Meng Tian's wife.

Meng Tian's gratitude and loyalty to Feng Duan knew no bounds. He pledged to serve him, unaware of the sinister truth. Feng Duan's manipulation had crafted an elaborate facade, hiding his true intentions.

As days passed, Meng Tian proved himself to be a valuable asset to Feng Duan. He carried out tasks with precision and dedication, fuelled by his debt of gratitude.

Meanwhile, Meng Tian's wife languished in Feng Duan's grasp, her beauty and spirit slowly withering away. She remembered the fateful night, the flames engulfing their home, and she was abducted by feng duan by force, then he forced himself onto her.

Feng Duan's obsession grew stronger with each passing day. He revelled in his power over her, delighting in her helplessness. His grip on her tightened, crushing her will.

Feng Duan's treatment of Meng Tian's wife was eerily peculiar. He didn't lavish her with attention like his other conquests, nor did he parade her as a trophy. Instead, he concealed her existence from the rest of the family, shrouding her in secrecy.

Only two people knew of her presence: Xiao Feng, Feng Duan's eldest son, and his wife. Their reactions, however, couldn't have been more different.

Xiao Feng's eyes would narrow whenever he saw her, his gaze laced with disdain. His father's latest obsession was a constant reminder of Feng Duan's ruthless nature. Find adventures at m_v l|e-NovelFire.net

His wife, on the other hand, would steal glances at Meng Tian's wife, her expression tinged with pity. She knew the horrors that lay beneath Feng Duan's polished facade.

The isolation was suffocating. Meng Tian's wife felt like a ghost, invisible and trapped. Her mind accepted the realty as she hoped that her husband would never discover the truth.