The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 5 - 05 - Mo Feixue (04) R18

"Ughn... aghn... ohnn..." Muffled cries leaked from Feixue’s mouth as her buttocks smacked damply against Qingyi’s hips.

"Do you like that?" Qingyi questioned, his palms gliding across her fragile frame, savoring her smooth skin.

"Y-yes..." she panted amid shattered moans.

With every push, the flushed tip of his light shaft parted her pussy’s thick folds, sliding along the rosy depths without ever entering her fully.

"Nngh..." Her frame quivered violently.

"Betraying your soon-to-be spouse... right before facing him... is that how you prove to be a loyal bride?"

Qingyi mocked, seizing her tiny, puffed nipples and pinching them firmly between his digits, sensing them harden further beneath his grip as he awaited her reply.

"T-that..." she faltered, yet only garbled cries tumbled out.

"You’re a little slut, you know that?"

He smacked her rear sharply, observing ripples surge through the tender meat.

Without a reply once more, he plunged his fingers into her slick, juicy slit, hoisting her upward by that soaked opening.

Warmth and moisture wrapped around his digits as they invaded her, her form shaking while she rose onto her toes.

Her legs buckled, breaths growing wilder and more chaotic.

"Answer me!" he demanded, tone sharpening as he kneaded her core, experiencing the tight clench of her inner folds on his fingers.

"Y-yes... nghn~~" she yielded at last, stumbling through breathless phrases. "I-I’m a little slut- ughn~~"

Qingyi’s fingers drove deeper into her pulsing pussy, sending her body into spasms.

A raw scream disguised as a moan burst from her as spurts of her essence sprayed out, soaking the carriage interior and Qingyi’s shaft entirely.

The scorching fluid trickled down her quaking legs, pooling into a tiny spot on the carriage floor.

"Good girl," Qingyi grinned, offering no pause before shoving her down onto her knees.

"Now clean up the mess you’ve made," he commanded, nudging his cock against her flushed lips.

Surprisingly, she showed no doubt or delay.

Obediently, she parted her lips, brushing a light kiss on the bloated head before extending her tongue to softly lap at the peak.

Locking fervent gazes with him, she stretched her mouth wide, jaw straining as she engulfed the enormous rod.

Watching her kneel there, teary eyes locked on his, proved utterly mesmerizing.

"Fuck..." Qingyi growled low.

Her mouth clamped down on his cock like a vice, far more skilled than expected from a haughty noble lady.

Detecting his response, she seized the moment, forcing more of that girth down her throat.

"Gluck... mmph..." Gagging noises bubbled from her nostrils amid desperate breaths, yet she persisted.

Tears trailed over her heated cheeks as she fought to take him fully.

Qingyi’s huge cock forced its way down her gullet until her lips met the root, every throbbing vein pressing against her tongue.

"Ughn slurp~" A moan vibrated as she pulled back, sliding his length from her steamy throat.

Saliva drenched her lips, thin strands linking her still to the engorged tip.

Pausing briefly, she wrapped her dainty hands around the feverish, pulsing rod, barely spanning its size.

Her hands pumped steadily along the shaft, slicked by her own spit coating every inch.

Gulping air, she sealed her lips over the swollen crown, her tongue swirling rapidly around the summit.

Qingyi stifled a groan, body jolting as he gripped his fists and clenched his jaw.

How did this petite vixen bend him so easily? How could she overpower him like this?

Resolve flared in his gaze, hands reaching for her hair, but too slow.

A primal bellow shook the carriage, nearly breaching the sound barriers.

Thick ropes of creamy seed erupted from his cock, blasting directly into her gullet.

"Mmphh... gluck... mmm..."

Feixue gagged hard, eyes crossing as breath failed her briefly.

Shudders wracked her, but she held steady, keeping his shaft locked while her throat worked in steady pulses.

"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp..."

Every bit of semen vanished down her throat before she released him.

"All done~" Her tone rang light and sweet as she bared her mouth, tongue lolling out to display its spotless state.

Not a drop spilled, though her lips swelled crimson from the strain.

Qingyi beamed in satisfaction, chest heaving with ragged breaths, until a rap at the carriage door and Tianran’s call jolted him, heart pounding wildly.

"Little sister! Young Daoist Qingyi! We’re almost there!"

Glancing at Feixue, Qingyi pondered briefly, but she acted fast, grabbing her bags and snatching cloths with shaky fingers.

"Go quickly, I’ll clean everything up!" she hissed, dabbing the fabrics over her slick skin and mopping the wet stains dotting the carriage.

Qingyi spun away toward the exit, adjusting his robes and schooling his face, only to halt at Feixue’s words.

"If I decided to abandon everything and run away with you, would you accept me?"