The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 469- Silly little sister

Qingyi paused to admire Ruxue's features before fully embedding himself within her.

Her face possessed a mature allure, frozen at the absolute zenith of her beauty. She was a stunning, curvaceous milf whose experienced grace was currently replaced by a flushed, quivering expression of desire.

He cherished the way she reacted to him, often receiving his cock with the same bashful intensity as a virgin.

With a deliberate thrust of his hips, he drove forward. His cock descended gradually, burying itself deeper and deeper into Ruxue's pussy.

The crimson head forced its way past the initial tightness before the rest of his length slid home.

"Nghnn~~ Q-Qingyi!" Ruxue cried out.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she felt the tip of his member strike the very depths of her womb. Their bodies met with a heavy, wet smack as his hips collided with hers.

Her breasts bounced against his chest, and she instinctively tried to steady them. Her slender, elegant fingers pressed into the soft mounds, though they were far too large for her hands to fully contain.

The rhythmic motion was unstoppable. Qingyi increased the pace of his hips, and with every slap of skin against skin, her massive, soft peaks rippled violently beneath her grip.

As her pleasure peaked and her eyes glazed over once more, she finally lost her hold.

Her hands abandoned her chest to claw at the grass beneath them. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swung wildly against her torso while Qingyi relentlessly fucked her tight, plump pussy.

"Aghnn~~ you... hubby... b-be gentler, nghnnn~~ I can't take it aghnn~~ anymore—ah!"

Ignoring Ruxue's desperate pleas, Qingyi seized her by the hips,

repositioning her across his lap.

Before Ruxue could process the change, her face was pressed into the greenery. Her backside was thrust high into the air as Qingyi’s cock buried itself once again into her fat, tight pussy.

"Have I mentioned..." Qingyi whispered, his lips parting as he pinned her wrists and pulled her body back against his, his hips never ceasing their powerful rhythm. "Exactly how much I love you?"

Ruxue’s face burned with a deep blush; her torso was lifted and her hips arched, leaving her heavy breasts to dangle from her delicate frame.

"Y-yes... you nghnn~~ never fail to remind us of that..." Ruxue panted.

She felt the full force of Qingyi’s waist crashing against her buttocks. Each strike sent her reeling forward before she was snapped back against his pelvis.

The pale, flawless skin of her rear was already flushed red from the impact, the ample flesh trembling with every hit.

Her moans grew ragged and her speech dissolved into incoherent sounds. Her pussy spasmed, attempting to milk Qingyi’s cock with all its strength as she reached her breaking point.

Suddenly, a violent shudder racked her frame. Her eyes snapped wide as she climaxed, her pussy pulsing and squirting uncontrollably around Qingyi’s member.

He eventually relaxed, taking a seat on a nearby fallen log, and presented his member to Ruxue’s lips.

The ethereal beauty knelt in the grass without hesitation, taking Qingyi’s cock into her mouth and beginning to suck with voracious intensity.

"Ah... good girl," Qingyi murmured with a smile, running his hand through Ruxue’s long, dark hair as he felt himself slide deep into her tight throat.

The sounds of their tryst soon drew attention. A figure appeared atop the temple walls to investigate the commotion.

It was Aeryn, accompanied by Sapphire and Celestia, all of whom stared down at the pair in disbelief.

"Husband, what is happening? Why are you with the spirit sister? What of our enemies?" Celestia questioned, trying to ignore the sight of Ruxue performing a blowjob on Qingyi.

"They are dead. Every last one of them," Qingyi replied.

His cock gave a final, painful throb deep in Ruxue’s throat before he released his burden, a thick torrent of hot cum filling her mouth.

The spirit beauty’s throat moved rhythmically as she swallowed his seed, all under the blushing stares of his other wives.

Once she had drained the last drop, she finally pulled away.

"Ah... you were delicious as well, you... shameless, womanizing rogue." Ruxue breathed against his cock, pressing a final kiss to the reddened tip before standing. She settled onto his lap, pulling his face into the deep cleavage of her breasts.

"Everyone? Even Lucien?" Sapphire inquired, her gaze drifting away.

She was still struggling to adapt to the... uninhibited way Qingyi conducted himself. He truly possessed no sense of shame.

"He is dead as well," Qingyi confirmed with a shake of his head. "I ended him myself after the demon took control of his body."

Sapphire fell into a somber silence upon hearing the news.

While she didn't truly mourn Lucien, his death was not something she could easily dismiss.

"We must return to the capital immediately," Aeryn urged. "A full report of these events must be made."

"No," Qingyi sighed, rising to his feet. "I don't believe we can return just yet... a high-ranking individual within the church has been leaking our movements to the demonic cultists."

His expression turned grave as he continued.

"We cannot risk going back only to be funneled into another mission where they are prepared to finish us off."

In truth, Qingyi had already attained his goals in this place.

He had enjoyed a solid battle, gained devoted wives, and most importantly, gained insight into the celestial demon's schemes.

"Then... what is our next move?" Celestia asked, her lips trembling slightly.

Qingyi offered nothing but a smile in response.

He had various plans in mind, but his sights were set on something much larger now.

It was a goal he knew he could no longer postpone.

***

Many leagues away, the horizon was swallowed by black, tempestuous clouds, and the earth was scorched by constant lightning strikes.

Atop a spire within a massive flying fortress, a woman stood watching the storm.

She possessed a lithe, hourglass figure that bore a striking resemblance to Aeryn’s.

Her proportions were flawless. Her ample breasts, visible through the low cut of her gown, rose and fell with her steady breathing.

Black horns protruded from her long purple hair, and pointed ears framed her exquisite face.

Sitting by a partially open window, she allowed the humid wind to brush against her skin.

Her pink lips parted as she let out a weary sigh.

"Oh, my dear Elise... where have you gone?" she murmured, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion.

The passage of time had brought nothing but heartache and restless worry.

She was growing weary of the wait, tempted to abandon her duties just to search for her lost sister.

"I only hope her husband treats her with care..." she whispered, recalling the strange proposal her sister had made during their final meeting.

"Hm... such a foolish little sister."

A faint blush touched her cheeks.