The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 889 - A bit too immoral...

Yuehan's eyes opened for a single second before closing again.

She controlled her breathing with the utmost care, forcing her chest to rise and fall at the same slow rhythm as before. Fortunately, Huoyue hadn't noticed that she had emerged from her meditative state.

The fire spirit looked up, her amber eyes sweeping over Qingyi's enormous, thick, throbbing cock.

Twenty-three centimeters of hard flesh, so heavy that even fully erect, the member hung slightly downward, bending under its own weight.

The reddish glans hovered just a few centimeters from her face, its raw, masculine scent invading her nostrils. It was intoxicating.

Her red lips parted for an instant, a trembling breath escaping between them.

One of her delicate hands rose across her face, brushing aside a strand of fiery hair that had fallen over her eyes and tucking it behind her ear.

Leaning forward, the fiery spirit finally closed her lips around the tip of Qingyi's cock, forming a tight, hot seal. Her pink tongue pressed flat against the slit of the glans, teasing it.

The taste flooded her mouth—salty, thick, something that should have been unpleasant, but which made her entire body shudder from head to toe, every nerve ending practically begging for more.

She grunted, angry at herself, and then forced herself forward, feeling that enormous member slide deeper, reaching the depths of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.

Adjusting her posture, she raised her eyes to meet Qingyi's, and then continued swallowing, centimeter by centimeter.

A thick, veiny bulge appeared on her delicate neck, distorting the curve that had once been so smooth, her white skin marked by the exact shape of that cock sinking too deep to be natural.

She only stopped when her lips touched the base of his groin.

The young dragon smiled slightly, savoring the tight grip of that constricted throat and the infernal heat inside her.

Every muscle clenched hard around his cock, as if trying to milk him completely.

Slowly, Huoyue pulled back, wet, obscene sounds escaping from between her lips as they dragged along that thick, pale cock, leaving behind only the glistening sheen of her own saliva coating every inch of the shaft.

Finally, her lips parted completely with a wet pop.

She grabbed the shaft with both hands, squeezing it tightly, feeling the moisture of her own saliva—still connecting her mouth to the glans in thick, pearly threads—stretching before snapping and dripping down onto her breasts in warm droplets.

"Aghn~~ How the hell does something this big fit inside me? You perverted scoundrel!" Huoyue cursed under her breath, almost as if she were berating herself for being so wet over something like this, her thighs rubbing restlessly against each other beneath her dress.

She sighed deeply, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and moved her delicate hands backward before pulling them toward her again, quickly finding a rhythm as she stroked Qingyi's cock.

Her damp palms glided effortlessly along its wet length, twisting slightly at the top with each pass.

Her lips parted once more and closed tightly around the tip, cheeks sinking in with the force of the suction, forming two deep dimples on her beautiful face.

[Yuehan's Lust increases by 10%]

The corners of Qingyi's mouth curved gently as he enjoyed the handjob, his eyes falling on Yuehan's figure sitting in the lotus position a few meters away.

She was perfectly composed, not even a single variation in her breathing, her chest rising and falling at the same steady rhythm as always.

Still, a pink blush tinged her porcelain cheeks, and her long eyelashes trembled gently.

He moved his hands to the nape of Huoyue's neck, fingers burying themselves in her fiery hair.

"Your husband's going to get a little rougher now, okay? Hold on tight..."

Qingyi spoke, taking care not to hurt her, while at the same time forcing his cock even deeper into that tight throat.

"Gkhhhn!!~" Huoyue moaned against his groin, the massive member plunging into her throat with a wet, obscene sound.

She choked on the cock, her hands flying up to Qingyi's thighs and squeezing so hard that red half-moons bloomed on his skin, marked by her fingernails.

Qingyi noticed Yuehan's lust rising even higher. He pulled his cock back and then thrust it in again with a firm stroke of his hips.

Huoyue simply held her place, motionless, her throat being mercilessly fucked, the wetness in her panties growing more and more intense, already seeping through the thin fabric and dripping onto the stone floor beneath her in small, crystalline drops.

From her mouth, amid the gagging and wet gulps, saliva flowed endlessly, connecting her lips to Qingyi's cock with long, glistening threads.

Some of it dripped onto the full, milky peaks of those enormous breasts, trickling slowly down the deep valley between them.

In Yuehan's mind, as she listened to every obscene sound, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled uncontrollably.

She could hear everything—every wet suck, every choked gulp—and she fought the urge to open her eyes or simply extend her divine senses to see what was happening.

Qingyi was a black dragon and black dragons were known for their powerful lust and thirst for battle, but…

Having oral sex with Huoyue right there, right beside her… wasn't that a bit too immoral?

Yuehan did her best to control her breathing, but she still couldn't stop herself from trembling, her shoulders shaking faintly with every thrust the fire spirit received in her throat.

She felt the wetness between her own legs increase even more, trickling down her inner thighs.

Qingyi noticed this, pounding his hips with even greater force, fucking that tight throat at a rhythm that made Huoyue's voluptuous body sway back and forth with every thrust.

Her enormous breasts parted only to be pulled back together by the tight fabric of her dress, the two soft orbs slapping wetly against one another with every collision.

Huoyue was milking Qingyi hard, and it didn't take long before he felt his own limit approaching, that familiar pressure building at the base of his cock.