The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 489 - We are the most perfect creations of the gods

Feiyan showed not the slightest worry over those matters like Qingyi did.

Positioned on her knees between her husband's thighs, she just grasped his cock. In a hungry embrace, her plush, damp lips wrapped the flushed head. "Guk nghnn~~" A gag came from her as she took in a bit further.

Her gaze rose, sparkling with joy at her husband's considerate yet faintly smug look while his cock slid deep into her throat. She adored that expression on her husband. Nearly as much as his playful smirk, and naturally, almost as much as feeling her mouth and throat stuffed full by that thick, pulsing cock.

She pressed her head down with more force, her lips stretching broader to create a snug, slick ring around the massive shaft of meat as her

cheeks hollowed from the pull.

Upon reaching the root of Qingyi's cock with her lips, Feiyan held still briefly. Then she withdrew, exposing the spit-drenched length, shining faintly under the sun's rays.

"Good girl..." Qingyi offered a soft grin, running his fingers through Feiyan's flowing dark hair.

Again, she engulfed his cock. Her chest heaved with each bob of her head, her throat clenching tight around his enormous cock, working hard to draw it out.

"Ah... nghnnn~~" Feiyan halted for a second, breathing heavily against Qingyi's cock.

She seized it with both hands, stroking him faster and faster, her own saliva slicking up her fingers as lubricant.

"Mmhm~~ does hubby like that? Fufufu~~" Feiyan grinned, letting go of her husband's cock for just an instant.

Her tongue traced the tender head, and her grip on the shaft tightened even more.

"You know I do..." Qingyi grinned. His hands in Feiyan's hair shifted from tender strokes to a firm hold.

The stunning woman's eyes went wide as he drew her closer. His cock forced its way into her narrow throat, lewd choking sounds bubbling from where his shaft met her lips.

Pausing only a beat for himself, he started rocking his hips, drawing his cock back before slamming it fully inside once more, pounding her throat like it was a tight hole.

"Nghnnn~~ so big~~ aghnn~~ gulk~~" Feiyan wheezed, her cries broken by gentle gags while Qingyi's cock pulsed hard in her mouth.

She sensed it when her hubby hit his peak.

He teetered right on the edge, so very near... Only a final instant and...

Qingyi's hip thrusts ceased, handing the reins back to Feiyan.

The beauty's cheeks bulged with the massive rush of warm, thick cum flooding her mouth before sliding down her throat in eager, prolonged swallows, her neck muscles flexing nonstop.

"Gulp... ah~~" Feiyan swallowed once more, savoring the heat of the cum as it descended, then drew back with a thrilled grin.

Her slender, graceful fingers rose to her lips, brushing off a thin trail of cum that had escaped.

Not a drop went to waste.

With a content grin, he drew the beauty back onto his lap, Qingyi glanced once more at her status panel.

'System... what is an Origin Grade Alchemist?' He queried in his mind.

Even Feiyan herself remained unaware of that, leaving him to rely solely on the system.

[It represents a pinnacle of skill. An Origin Grade Alchemist can effortlessly craft entirely new advanced formulas, beyond merely blending known ones. This ranks among the highest honors in alchemy, even within the Celestial Heaven.]

"Oh..." Qingyi couldn't conceal his awe as he gave Feiyan's rear a light pat.

"That plump, snug, bronzed pussy truly fills me with pride..." He chuckled, rising to his feet and settling her on his lap again.

"You better be proud, fufufu~~" Feiyan giggled wickedly. Her melodic, alluring, and vibrant laugh echoed as they headed back to the temple. Twilight was falling, and Elize would soon ready the evening meal. As usual, nobody dared miss her dishes.

***

"Tell me... what more must I do for you?" A voice resounded.

An arm extended, clutching at empty air. Or more precisely, at an object beyond its grasp.

It was unmistakably the core of some beast. Enormous, throbbing with might, despite being severed from its host over

seventy thousand years prior.

That core belonged to Karlan, ally of the Ancestral Dragon and founder of the dragon elves.

Should Qingyi have been present, he would identify the man as the present Patriarch of the Dragon Elves and Grand Duke of Vaeldrinn, heir to

Lucios Vaeldrinn Valerio.

Letting out a heavy breath, he rose to his feet.

Dwelling on it excessively served no purpose.

In the last thirty years, he had eliminated countless bothersome pests.

He had deceived, slain, and plundered.

Yet none of it weighed on him.

Ultimately, to him, purity stemmed from strength alone. Virtue arose not from principles, nor standards, nor compassion.

Virtue sprang solely from the authority to proclaim: "I am just, I am virtuous. All beneath me are wicked and merit destruction. My hubris cannot victimize me, as I am the divine's finest work. The divine would never judge me."

The Patriarch turned aside, chanting this mantra in his thoughts repeatedly.

Countless fears plagued him: stagnation in his cultivation, failure to break through the eleventh ring.

But ultimately, such concerns faded into irrelevance.

As he departed the sealed chamber, his gaze locked onto his dragon. A crimson monster brimming with unrivaled fury and strength, a creature destined to dominate the heavens.

"Nothing holds weight, for we stand as the gods' supreme masterpieces..." The Patriarch climbed atop RedDeath, and with fluid grace, they soared skyward.

Before long, the instant he had craved would dawn. Before long, his era of supremacy would eclipse even his father's.

"Just a bit longer," the patriarch murmured, his features etched with

resolve and malice.