Chapter 438: Auryndra (02)

Naturally, once the tears had dried and the two women had caught up on everything they’d missed, they stepped inside the cathedral to take a look around.

The air inside was cool and still, their footsteps echoing softly across the polished floor.

Auryndra was a beautiful woman; Ethan had to admit it.

Her figure mirrored her older sister’s. The same slim waist, the same wide hips, the same enormous elven tits stretching the fabric of her clothes to its limit, swaying heavily with every step she took.

Her temperament, though, was clearly a bit less mature and more explosive.

Still, there was no hostility on her face as she stared at Ethan.

There was curiosity, there was suspicion, and, deep within those red eyes, there was gratitude.

[His soul is strange... The divinity within him is almost as strong as ours, even though he is a human. How many blessings has he received?] Auryndra sent a sound transmission to Arwen, who stood beside her.

[Many.] Arwen replied without taking her eyes off Ethan. [The Mothers seem to like him very much. And besides, he’s a child of the Great Ascension... For some reason, everything is happening ten thousand years earlier than expected.]

At that, Auryndra’s eyes widened.

The Great Ascension was something they had known about since birth.

Every lower world was destined to be consumed by an intermediate world.

And every intermediate world was destined to consume a lower world so it could ascend to the level of a higher world.

Generally speaking, these events followed a set timeline, since the energies of both worlds first needed to be perfectly aligned.

To force this integration to happen sooner, those energies had to be aligned well ahead of schedule. By making the souls of the two worlds interact earlier, for example.

The problem was, what had led the gods to decide to align these worlds so early?

Auryndra cast a sidelong glance at her sister.

Arwen didn’t seem the least bit concerned about it, so the younger sister relaxed as well, turning her attention back to Ethan.

The young lord wasn’t exactly comfortable with the intense, silent stares of those two.

The only sound was the low creak of leather and metal whenever one of them shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Still, already accustomed to this kind of attention, he simply waited.

"You’re human." Auryndra took a step closer, leaning in toward him.

The movement sent those massive breasts swaying forward, their soft weight shifting slowly inside her neckline with a lazy, heavy wobble.

She drew a long, slow breath beside his neck, the warmth of her breathing raising shivers along his skin. A few strands of red hair tickled his jaw.

Ethan held still. Then her eyes went wide.

"Oh... you’ve already put a child in my older sister’s womb???" she asked, way too loudly.

"Not yet, you idiot!" Arwen nearly choked, delivering a quick smack to the back of her sister’s neck. The sharp crack echoed through the hall.

"Ugh~ Then why does he smell like you?" Auryndra rubbed the back of her neck, her voice pained. She didn’t even bother to straighten up, so her huge tits kept hanging forward in her neckline, swinging gently with every rub of her hand. "And what do you mean by ’not yet’?"

Arwen shook her head. "When you go to the palace, you’ll understand..."

Her mature, beautiful voice took on a cheeky tone, and she ran a hand slowly down her own waist, letting her fingers trail over the swell of her hip as she glanced at Ethan out of the corner of her eye.

"That is, if your husband doesn’t break you too quickly, fufufu~"

"You... you naughty big sister!" Auryndra sputtered, her beautiful face flushing a deep red that spread down her neck and all the way to the top of her cleavage.

She spun toward Arwen and lunged, her massive tits lagging a beat behind the turn, lurching to one side before swinging back heavily to slam into each other.

Arwen sprang to the side, twisting her body out of the way just in time. The rush of air from the lunge tugged at her hair.

Her enormous elven boobs swung wide with the twist, the soft mounds jostling and squeezing against each other inside her neckline, a ripple running through them as they settled.

Of course, dodging a woman like Auryndra wasn’t easy, even for Arwen.

By the time her feet touched the ground, Auryndra was already on her again.

"Hey, don’t act like a spoiled child! You’re too old for that!" Arwen shouted, barely slipping past another grab.

Her long green hair whipped through the air behind her, and her heavy chest bounced with every hurried step.

Auryndra landed hard, her feet sliding across the polished floor with a low screech.

The impact jolted straight up through her body, and her huge breasts dropped hard, dragging her neckline down before springing back up and clapping together with a soft, heavy smack.

Her red eyes stayed locked on her sister the entire time.

"You’re the childish one! You’ve got more boobs than brains!" she shouted, brushing a strand of red hair from her face with a sharp flick of her hand.

"We’re the same size! hubby will love your tits too!"

Ethan just watched the two of them, his eyes naturally glued to those beautiful elven tits that wouldn’t stay still for even a second, swinging, bouncing and slapping together with every lunge and dodge.

In the end, he could only smile.

Those two women were so old that, combined, their ages exceeded three hundred and fifty thousand years.

Yet they fought like a pair of naughty little girls.

Which was even more absurd considering they were High Elves, creatures known for being extremely arrogant and proud.

Honestly, what excited him most was knowing that there were still ten more sisters to bring back.

He just wasn’t sure whether he’d be able to handle all twelve of them or not.

Before he’d finished the thought, the fight had already reached him.

Arwen ducked behind him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she pulled him in front of her like a shield.

That warm body pressed flush against his back, her heavy breasts flattening against him, so big their tops bulged out above his shoulder blades, their heat seeping straight through his clothes.

And when Ethan looked up, all he saw were Auryndra’s breasts rushing toward his face.

The deep neckline cutting between them ran all the way down to the top of her belly, and it revealed the pink edges of her areolas peeking out from either side.

Those two heavy mounds heaved wildly as she closed in, slapping together and parting again.

They were ready to swallow his face whole in that warm, soft, fragrant sea of juicy elven tits so large they seemed endless.