The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 867 - Akane-sama is in love! (01)

Akane didn't hesitate for even a single moment.

Her hands clamped down on Qingyi's wrists with surprising strength for someone so small and delicate, yanking him inside the house before shoving him down onto the sofa with a muffled thud.

The demoness's blood-red eyes glowed with hunger, her pale face lit up with delight. She climbed onto his lap in one fluid motion, her knees sinking into the soft upholstery on either side of his hips.

"So… hubby… Qingyi-chan… how should we do this? We can fuck here… on the bed… outside… Akane-sama wants to try everything!" The naughty little demoness purred, grinding her huge, soft ass down onto his lap.

Each roll of her hips made the plump cheeks squish against his thighs, and through the thin fabric she could feel the hard bulge of his cock throbbing insistently against her damp crotch.

Two entire lifetimes as a virgin truly worked wonders for a woman.

The first had been short and bitter, ending at twenty-two, when she left that world as just another femcel, without ever having known the touch of a man.

In the second, she had become a powerful Primordial Empress, and for twenty million years she had remained untouched, a virgin waiting for the charming prince that fate had promised her.

Now that she had finally found him, it was obvious she was brimming with excitement.

After a few seconds of weighing her options, something finally dawned on Akane, her blood-red lips curving into a naughty, mischievous smile.

Her hands slid downward, gliding along his body until they came to rest on the prominent bulge between his legs.

The fabric of his pants was already stained dark, soaked through by the wetness trickling down from her own crotch.

She squeezed tightly through the damp fabric, feeling the huge member throb hot and insistent between her pale, delicate fingers.

"Oh… it's big!" she squealed with excitement, sliding off Qingyi's hips like a child eager to unwrap a present.

She knelt on the floor between his legs, her black kimono with red markings slipping further down her delicate shoulders. The loose fabric slid lower still, exposing the pale pink nipples that stiffened at the touch of cold air against her skin.

With eager, greedy hands, she gripped the front of Qingyi's pants and yanked them down in one swift motion. The sharp sound of tearing fabric echoed through the secluded pavilion.

A massive, fair-skinned member—twenty-three centimeters of pure, throbbing flesh—sprang free from the ruined garments.

Fortunately, Akane's face was right there to catch it. The Japanese beauty's crimson eyes widened as her destined husband's cock settled upon her, heavy as a marble sledgehammer.

The shaft stretched all the way across her face, pressing against her chin, lips, and nose, while the thick, reddish glans rested heavily against her pale forehead, marking her as his property.

There, kneeling between her man's legs, her eyes glazed over and her expression hungry with lust, she looked nothing like the fearsome Primordial Demon Empress.

"Aghnn~~ Q-Qingyi-chan… so big, hehehe~" Akane let out a lewdgiggle, her warm, moist breath washing over the pale skin of Qingyi's cock. The shaft twitched at the sensation, throbbing against her cheek.

She had been a huge fan of otome games in her life on Earth, and when she arrived in that world, she had harbored the sincere hope of finding her own Prince Charming.

In the first few days after her arrival, she had received the prophecy that this man would be the very one who controlled the primordial chaos—the master of the flames of primordial chaos.

Since then, she had never had eyes for any other man.

She had rejected all suitors, keeping her focus on her destined husband, even without knowing his face.

She had been poisoned for rejecting a marriage proposal. She had even been betrayed by one of her most trusted subordinates for deciding to preserve her purity at all costs.

But now, gazing at Qingyi's handsome face above her, feeling the warm weight of that cock against her face, Akane knew it had all been worth it.

Now she was ready to fuck her hubby until she had no strength left for anything else, and in the future, by his side—her prince consort—to regain control of the demon race.

Akane's tongue slipped from between her red lips, pressing first against the base of his cock—hot and soft—before slowly tracing its length.

She worshipped every bulging vein with care, her wet tongue leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

Qingyi relaxed against the couch, savoring the touch of that soft, pink tongue. It soon stretched to a decidedly non-human length, coiling tightly around the base of his cock and squeezing from all sides like a hungry serpent.

"Mhnmmm~~ How can Qingyi-chan be so delicious? Aghn~! Akane-sama wants to feel all of this inside her!" she moaned as she withdrew her tongue, bringing with it the salty taste of sweat and a thick, crystal-clear drop of pre-cum.

She nodded excitedly, her small horns glistening in the pavilion's dim light. Opening her mouth once more, she wrapped her red lips around Qingyi's swollen glans, stretching them wide.

That part alone was almost enough to fill her entire mouth.

She let out an adorable little sound—something between a squeal and a purr—before pressing forward.

Qingyi ran a hand through her long hair, his fingers sliding through the silky black and red strands before coming to rest firmly between the small horns sprouting from her head.

He felt the suffocating grip of that warm, wet mouth; her long tongue coiled around his cock, squeezing with a force that made him inhale sharply through clenched teeth.

He had to admit, he'd experienced many perfect deep throats over the years, but Akane's mouth felt like it had been sculpted specifically to take his huge cock.

Slowly, his pale cock slid deeper down the demoness's throat, visible as a long, thick bulge distorting the delicate skin of her slender neck.

The twenty-three centimeters of throbbing flesh sank in completely, every last inch swallowed by her greedy throat.

She moaned excitedly against the base of his cock, her nose buried against his pelvis, before slowly pulling back. The heavy shaft slid out from between her lips, still connected to her by thick strands of glistening saliva.

Obscene, wet sounds echoed through the silent pavilion. Rivulets of saliva ran down her chin, dripping between her enormous, bared breasts and leaving glistening trails across her gray skin.