The nun's excitent lasted only until she realized that Qingyi was also an infidel.
But not just that.
He was an infidel from a completely different continent, a place where many n claid to be gods.
Qingyi checked the old woman's status before shaking his head. She wasn't a bad person, just a religious fanatic.
"I need to send a letter, wait for here!" The nun said before returning inside the church, eliciting a sigh from Qingyi.
Ruxue entered the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, and soon, only he and Aeryn remained.
The elf looked at Qingyi's sword for a brief mont, her beautiful green eyes shining with curiosity. With light steps, she walked toward the gate of the church garden.
"Follow ," she said to Qingyi.
He followed behind her, his eyes focused on her butt, the full, perfect orbs of soft flesh jiggling with every step.
Arriving a few hundred ters from the church, Aeryn stopped and turned around. Her elven blade slid out of its sheath, her entire body being swallowed by pure green mana.
Beneath her feet, flowers blood, and the tiara on her head seed even more alive than before.
She was, of course, using only a fraction of her mana, just as Qingyi himself had barely used a fraction of his Qi when drawing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.
This would be just a short, friendly duel.
The two stared at each other for a brief mont before Aeryn took
the initiative.
Her body turned into a blur, infinitely close to the speed of sound but not quite breaking it, her elven saber slashing towards Qingyi.
He defended himself, parrying and deflecting Aeryn's blade, whose body imdiately spun around.
Her right leg rose. The fabric stretched, clinging even closer to her body, Qingyi's eyes almost lost in the sight of the fat, fluffy mound of her vulva, her outer lips perfectly outlined by the tight fabric.
It was a beautiful sight.
He raised a single hand, defending himself from the kick aid at his head before throwing Aeryn backwards.
Still on one foot, Aeryn landed a few feet away. Slowly, she lowered her raised foot.
The fabric relaxed, and the perfect outline of her plump, virgin pussy faded away, leaving only a soft bulge visible where the fabric dipped into her soft valley.
"You're good..." She replied, her lips curving softly.
"Better than Lucien?" Qingyi asked, eliciting a surprised look from Aeryn.
"You know him?" She asked, tilting her face.
"I had the chance to smash his face once in my holand, it was pleasant."
"Hm... I imagine it was." Aeryn replied before changing her strategy, advancing towards Qingyi again.
Her blade flew toward Qingyi's in the sa way as before, striking the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. Even her leg rose in the sa way, aiming for Qingyi's head.
But this ti, she did not allow herself to be sent backward, her body rising into the sky. She wanted to disarm Qingyi quickly.
Unfortunately, she made a slight miscalculation.
Qingyi's hands went to her waist, while his feet slid on the floor made slippery by the previous night's rain.
Qingyi's back hit the ground with a thud. He barely had ti to notice Aeryn's shapely, fat butt heading toward his head.
His face was imdiately engulfed in a sea of unparalleled softness.
A shockwave spread through the plump, perfect globes, the soft, plump mound of Aeryn's elven pussy coming into perfect alignnt
with Qingyi's lips.
Aeryn froze, feeling Qingyi's hot breath against her intimacy.
His hands moved to her hips, his lips parting softly.
Even through the fabric, the sensation was still overwhelming.
Her cheeks flushed and her full, pink lips parted.
"Nghnn~~" A short, soft moan escaped them before she finally acted.
She went airborne, her body spinning once before landing a short
distance away.
Even in such a situation, she did not lose her nobility; even her moan
had been calm and composed.
"I... I'm sorry..." Qingyi lied, also standing up, unable to contain the monster in his pants.
He wanted to taste that elven pussy without the fabric separating them, he wanted to fuck her and break all that composure.
"No... it was my fault..." Aeryn looked away, sheathing her sword again.
Her eyes flowed to Qingyi's pants for a brief mont before she
turned her face away.
What was that huge, throbbing thing?
[Aeryn's corruption increased by 2 points, 5 billion lust points.]
[Aeryn's lust increased by 5%.]
The two just stood there, an awkward silence dominating them until, finally, the nun appeared again.
She was a little annoyed that the two hadn't waited for her inside the church, but in the end, she could only sigh in defeat.
She knew full well that Aeryn was powerful enough to wipe out a small town with just a few blows. From the casual way she trained with Qingyi, she knew that he was no less powerful.
Added to the fact that they were both infidels, she preferred to be
cautious.
"I have contacted the bishop in the imperial capital. You must leave imdiately, he wants to take a look at the new hero... Miss Aeryn has also been released from her current mission." The nun spoke, her eyes
focusing on Qingyi.
"Do not allow yourself to be corrupted, infidel.
Your soul can still be saved, surrender yourself to the light of
Auranys!" She exclaid.
In response, Qingyi just laughed.
"I'll think about your proposal."
He might surrender to Auranys' pussy, but her light? Hardly.
The nun fud, gritting her teeth, but in the end, she just turned and left. She was too old to stress over these young people.
Alone, Qingyi looked at Aeryn.
"Let's go... I'll lead the way," Aeryn said, nodding her head. A long cloak
imdiately covered her curves.
"If Lucien causes trouble, just knock out a few of his teeth. That
solves everything," she said before finally leaving.
Qingyi smiled, following close behind Aeryn.
The cloak lifted, and even at extre speed, he could appreciate the
curves of Aeryn's thighs and buttocks, swaying with each movent.
This was going to be a long journey and fortunately, the view was beautiful.
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