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

"Ughn... aghn... ohnn..." Muffled cries slipped from Feixue’s lips as her backside rhythmically slapped against Qingyi’s waist with a wet sound.

"Does this please you?" he questioned, his palms sliding over her soft skin as he explored her delicate form.

"Y-yes..." she managed to gasp out, her words broken by moans.

With every thrust, the reddened tip of his pale member forced apart the plump lips of her pussy, teasing the pink interior without ever fully penetrating her.

"Nngh..." A tremor ran through her entire body.

"Betraying your future husband... only moments before you meet him... is this how you prove yourself to be a virtuous wife?"

He spoke mockingly, seizing her small, engorged nipples and pinching them between his fingers. As he awaited her reply, he felt them harden further under his steady pressure.

"T-that..." she tried to speak, but only incoherent sounds escaped her throat.

"You truly are a little slut, aren't you?"

He delivered a sharp slap to her ass, watching as the impact sent ripples through the soft flesh.

When she failed to answer again, he drove his fingers into the plump, moist crevice of her pussy, hoisting her body upward by her slick entrance.

His fingers were instantly swallowed by heat and moisture as he entered her, causing her to shudder and stand on the tips of her toes.

Her knees grew unstable, and her breathing turned increasingly frantic.

"Give me an answer!" he commanded, his tone growing more forceful while he massaged her most private area, feeling her internal walls tighten around his fingers.

"Y-yes... nghn~~" she finally surrendered, her voice trembling between gasps. "I-I am a little slut- ughn~~"

Her frame convulsed as Qingyi’s fingers buried themselves deeper into her pulsing pussy.

A sound that was more of a guttural shriek than a moan tore from her lips as sprays of her essence erupted, coating the carriage interior and drenching Qingyi’s member entirely.

The scalding liquid trickled down her shaking thighs, gathering in a small pool on the wooden floorboards.

"Good girl," he said with a smile, yet he offered her no rest, forcing her down onto her knees.

"Now, tidy up the mess you've created," he directed, shoving his cock against her rosy lips.

To his amazement, she showed no doubt or resistance.

She opened her mouth obediently, pressing a faint kiss against the swollen glans before her tongue emerged to lick the tip delicately.

Locking eyes with him intensely, she stretched her mouth as wide as possible, her jaw straining as she took the massive length inside.

The image of her kneeling, her tearful eyes fixed on his, was stunning.

"Fuck..." a low grunt broke from Qingyi.

It felt as though his cock was being squeezed by the mouth of an experienced professional rather than a haughty, noble Young Mistress.

Picking up on his reaction, she finally felt a sense of power and fought to take even more of his length down her throat.

"Gluck... mmph..." Choking noises came from her nose as she struggled for air, yet she refused to stop.

Tears rolled down her reddened cheeks while she labored to fit him inside.

With some difficulty, Qingyi’s huge cock carved out space in her throat until her lips reached the base, allowing her tongue to feel every pulsing vein.

"Ughn slurp~" She moaned, pulling her head back and sliding his member out of her hot depths.

Her lips were slick with saliva, leaving thin threads of moisture connecting her to the engorged glans.

Pausing for a second, she wrapped her small, dainty hands around the hot, throbbing shaft, though they could only cover a small portion of it.

She began to stroke him up and down, using her own saliva as a lubricant for his entire member.

Gasping for breath, she pressed her mouth against the swollen tip while her tongue swirled around it in rapid circles.

A muffled groan escaped Qingyi as he shook, his teeth and fists clenched tight.

How could this small woman bring him to the brink of surrender? How could she dominate him this way?

His eyes burned with resolve as he reached for her head, but he was too late.

A deep roar filled the carriage, nearly drowning out the sound-dampening formations.

Bursts of thick, white liquid surged from his member, shooting directly down her throat.

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

Feixue gagged, her eyes rolling back as her breath was cut off for a moment.

Though her body shook, she did not pull away, holding his cock firmly as her throat pulsed in a rhythmic swallow.

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

She drained every drop of his seed before finally pulling her lips away from his member.

"It's all clean~" Her voice was high and soft as she stuck out her small, plush tongue to show a completely empty mouth.

Not a single drop had been lost, though her lips were now crimson and swollen from her efforts.

Qingyi smiled with satisfaction, his chest still heaving, but a sudden knock on the carriage door followed by Tianran’s voice startled him, making his heart race.

"Little sister! Young Daoist Qingyi! We are nearly there!"

Qingyi looked at Feixue, but she moved faster, grabbing her bags and beginning to collect handkerchiefs with shaking hands.

"Go now, I will handle the cleanup!" she whispered urgently, wiping the sweat from her body and erasing the damp marks left inside the carriage.

Qingyi turned to the exit, adjusting his robes and trying to regain his composure, but he stopped in his tracks at the sound of Feixue’s voice.

"If I chose to leave everything behind and flee with you, would you take me?"