Feiyan didn't seem even a fraction as concerned about those things as Qingyi.
Kneeling between her husband's legs, she simply reached for his cock. Her soft, wet lips closed around the reddish tip in a greedy kiss. "Guk nghnn~~" She gagged as she swallowed a little more.
Her eyes lifted, filling with delight at her husband's thoughtful and slightly proud expression as his cock sank to the back of her throat. She loved seeing her husband with that look. Almost as much as she loved his teasing expression, and of course, almost as much as she loved having her mouth and throat completely filled by that fat, throbbing cock.
She pushed her head down a little harder and her lips opened wider, forming a tight, wet circle around the huge rod of flesh while her
cheeks sank in with the suction.
When her lips reached the base of Qingyi's cock, Feiyan paused for a mont. Then she pulled back, revealing the saliva-soaked mber, glistening slightly in the sunlight.
"Good girl..." Qingyi flashed a gentle smile, stroking Feiyan's long black hair.
Once again, she swallowed his cock. Her breasts swayed as her head moved rhythmically, her throat squeezing around his huge cock, struggling to milk it.
"Ah... nghnnn~~" Feiyan paused for a mont, panting against Qingyi's cock.
She grabbed it with both hands, masturbating him with increasing speed, using her own saliva as lubricant for her fingers.
"Mmhm~~ does hubby like that? Fufufu~~" Feiyan smiled, releasing her husband's cock for a brief mont.
Her tongue slid against the sensitive tip, and her squeeze around the mber beca even stronger.
"You know I do..." Qingyi smiled. His hands on Feiyan's hair changed from a gentle caress to a possessive grip.
The beauty's eyes widened as he pulled her against him. His cock pushed its way into her tight throat, obscene gurgles escaping from the junction between his mber and her lips.
Taking a single mont for himself, he began to move his hips, pulling his cock out before thrusting it all the way back in again, fucking her throat as if it were a pussy.
"Nghnnn~~ so big~~ aghnn~~ gulk~~" Feiyan gasped, her moans punctuated by soft gags as Qingyi's cock throbbed painfully in her mouth.
She could feel it when her hubby reached his limit.
He was close, so close... Just one more mont and...
The movent of Qingyi's hips stopped, and he gave the control back to Feiyan.
The beauty's cheeks puffed up with the huge flow of hot, sticky cum invading her lips and then going down her throat in long, greedy gulps, her throat working incessantly.
"Gulp... ah~~" Feiyan took one final gulp, feeling the hot cum go down before pulling away with an excited smile.
Her long, delicate fingers moved up to her lips, wiping away a small stream of cum that had leaked out.
She didn't waste a single drop.
Giving a satisfied smile and pulling the beauty onto his lap again, Qingyi took another look at her status screen.
'System... what is an Origin Grade Alchemist?' He asked ntally.
That was sothing even Feiyan herself didn't know, so he was left with only the system.
[It is a level of mastery. An Origin Grade Alchemist is capable of fully and easily creating their own high-level recipes, not just combining existing recipes. It is one of the most acclaid levels of alchemy, even in the Celestial Heaven.]
"Oh..." Qingyi was unable to hide his impressed expression as he patted Feiyan's buttocks.
"That fat, tight, tanned pussy really makes proud..." He laughed, standing up and lifting her onto his lap.
"You better be proud, fufufu~~" Feiyan cackled. Her sweet, sensual, and resounding laughter spread as they returned toward the temple. It was almost dark, and soon, Elize would start preparing dinner. As always, no one wanted to risk missing out on her cooking.
***
"Tell ... what else do I have to do for you?" A voice echoed.
A hand reached out, grabbing at nothing. Or, to be more specific, at sothing that was out of its reach.
It was clearly the heart of so kind of beast. Huge, pulsing with power, even though it had been separated from its main body more
than seventy thousand years ago.
That was the heart of Karlan, partner of the Ancestral Dragon and progenitor of the dragon elves.
If Qingyi were there, he would recognize that man as the current Patriarch of the Dragon Elves and Grand Duke of Vaeldrinn, son of
Lucios Vaeldrinn Valerio.
With a sigh, he stood up.
There was no point in thinking too much about it.
Over the past thirty years, he had gotten rid of many annoying flies.
He had lied, he had killed, he had stolen.
But none of that mattered to him.
In the end, in his mind, the pure one is the one who has power. Goodness does not co from morals, nor from ethics, nor from the
heart.
Goodness cos from nothing more than the power to declare: "I am righteous, I am good. All those below are sinners and deserve death. I cannot be the victim of my arrogance, for I am God's most perfect creation. God would never punish ."
The Patriarch turned away, repeating this in his mind several tis.
Many things terrified him: the lack of advancent in his power, the inability to progress further in the eleventh ring.
But in the end, none of that mattered.
As he left the closed room where he was, his eyes focused on his dragon. A scarlet beast of unmatched hatred and power, a being born
to rule the skies.
"Nothing matters, for we are the most perfect creations of the gods..." The Patriarch mounted the back of RedDeath, and with a smooth movent, they rose into the skies.
Soon, the mont he had longed for would arrive. Soon, it would be
his ti to be great, above even his own father.
"Just a little more," the patriarch whispered, his face full of
determination and cruelty.
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