Chapter 439: Auryndra (03)

Ethan felt Arwen’s enormous breasts press against the back of his head.

Two warm, full mounds molded themselves around the nape of his neck, so soft that his skull sank into them as if into living pillows.

In front of him, Auryndra’s cleavage came at him head-on, crashing down like an avalanche.

Her breasts, every bit as large as her sister’s, swallowed Ethan’s face whole, the heavy flesh surging around his cheeks and closing over his nose and jaw on impact.

Those gigantic elven tits were, on their own, more than enough to bury his entire head in the deep valley between them.

The impact sent all three of them toppling backward.

A dull thud echoed through the cathedral hall.

Arwen hit the floor first, letting out a muffled squeal as the weight of the other two came down on her. Auryndra landed on top. And Ethan was squeezed right in the middle, sandwiched between the two taller elven sisters.

Beneath his head, Arwen’s breasts flattened under the sudden weight, spreading wide and bulging out past the edges of her neckline like two overfilled cushions.

The two women’s bosoms met on either side of his head. Four huge breasts squashed against one another under the weight of their bodies, swelling around his ears until there was nothing but soft, warm flesh in every direction.

Through the thin fabric, the sisters’ nipples ground against each other, hard as pebbles, while all that elven heat smothered him.

The unique, delicious scents of the two sisters mingled into a single sweet cloud—the only thing he could breathe.

Ethan’s hands rose on instinct and landed on the sinfully curved line of Auryndra’s hips.

His fingers closed tightly there, feeling the exact spot where her slender waist flared out into that broad, generous curve.

Auryndra didn’t even notice at first.

Her face was turned toward her sister’s, her legs spread around his hips, her thick thighs clamping down on Ethan’s waist from both sides.

Then she felt it.

His firm grip squeezing her hips. His hot, stifled breath blowing between her breasts, dampening the sensitive skin of her cleavage with every gasp.

And a bulge—large and throbbing—pressed tightly against her most intimate part, with nothing but a few thin layers of fabric between them.

A high-pitched squeal, full of terror and strangely adorable, escaped Auryndra’s lips.

In a single second, she was already far away.

Her breasts tore away from Ethan’s face all at once, and cool air rushed in where all that warmth had been.

She used her mana to throw herself backward, crossing the hall in a blur.

When her feet touched the floor several meters away, her immense pair was still in motion. The sudden stop sent both heavy globes lurching upward, then dropping back against her ribs with a muted slap.

She clutched her own breasts tightly, her forearms sinking deep into that voluptuous mass.

Pale flesh bulged out above her arms, below them, and between her squeezing fingers; there seemed to be no end to it.

She wanted to hide all of it, but she simply didn’t have enough arms for the task.

Ethan watched her, still lying on top of Arwen, his head nestled in the soft cushion of the older sister’s breasts.

He let out a laugh and sighed before teasing, "Ah... I like your little sister."

"You like her boobs, that’s for sure, you naughty human hubby!" Arwen said, giving Ethan’s shoulder a playful slap as he sat up.

Freed from his weight, she propped herself up on her elbows.

It was funny.

She, too, was a high elf.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that they considered humans an inferior race.

Elves were known for their arrogance and pride.

Arwen was too old to really indulge in such petty things, but still, she’d had her own share of arrogance.

Well, in the past, anyway.

Ethan had washed almost all of it out of her, and she knew that one day he would wash it out of her younger sisters as well.

"I like her and her tits," Ethan retorted, stretching until his shoulders cracked.

"I-I’m still here!" Auryndra shouted, her face as red as a tomato, her eyes darting anywhere but toward Ethan.

Her arms tightened even more, squeezing her bust.

Ethan and Arwen exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

The paladins of the Order of the Silver Wings were already whispering among themselves, especially those who served Arwen directly and who, naturally, knew Ethan very well.

Muffled giggles. Hands covering mouths. Glances that went from Auryndra to Ethan, drifted a little lower than they should have, and came back full of curiosity.

It didn’t take long for rosy blushes to color the faces of the beautiful elven paladins.

Ethan noticed those looks and sighed.

Well, they’d played around enough. It was time to get to know each other on a more serious level.

Auryndra, too, was steadying her breathing. She looked away, turned her back on Ethan and Arwen, and walked toward her altar.

She adjusted her clothes as she went, tugging her neckline back up over the swell of her chest and smoothing the wrinkled fabric over her flat stomach.

"You brought my older sister back to life, and our paladins as well, Lord Ethan..." Auryndra said, forcing a serious tone even though her voice still trembled slightly. "Even though you’re a human, I’ll be loyal to you until death, and I’ll work hard to repay you."

Her eyes fell on her older sister.

Dignified, proud, and noble... and yet, standing next to Ethan, Arwen looked more like a mischievous girl.

Auryndra sighed.

She missed the days when all twelve of them were together, having fun to pass the time in their long, ancient lives.

So many of those games had been lost to time.

Recalling her chase after Arwen, she smiled.

It was good to be back. And even better to know there was a chance of having all her sisters back as well.

Soon, Auryndra led Ethan and Arwen to her office.

It was relatively large, located in the cathedral’s tallest tower at the top of a long spiral staircase.

From there, the enormous window behind the main desk offered a view of the entire city of Windmere, from the mines and the Lord’s mansion to the vast industrial fields stretching to the horizon.

Auryndra first checked on her personal belongings in the cathedral’s safe, which sat right next to the office.

Almost all of the church’s ancient artifacts had disappeared. Only her scepter remained.

It was the same thing that had happened at Goldenveil Cathedral, where only the sacred book had been left behind.

Scepter in hand, Auryndra sat down on a large sofa next to Arwen, the cushions sinking under the two sisters, their ample bosoms giving a gentle bounce as they settled.

Ethan took the sofa across from them, already pulling out a bottle of Green Fairy wine for them to share as they talked.