Chapter 440: Auryndra (04)

After talking late into the night about countless topics, Auryndra and Arwen walked alongside Ethan to the master bedroom of the High Priestess who presided over the Cathedral.

The hallways were silent at that hour, lit only by the silvery moonlight streaming through the tall stained-glass windows and scattering faint patches of color across the floor.

Only their footsteps echoed softly off the cold stone.

Auryndra wore a complex expression on her face, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress.

Her eyes, red as flames, seemed unable to look away from Ethan’s broad back as he stepped ahead and opened the door to her room himself.

The interior was spacious and luxurious.

The walls were white marble. The ceiling appeared to be gold, glimmering faintly in the dim light, and the floor was covered with a slightly bluish elven silk tapestry, soft underfoot.

There was a small table with a lamp, a luxurious wardrobe, and a bookshelf. Next to the bookshelf stood a bed with more than enough space for the three of them.

The air carried a faint scent of flowers—something clean and sacred.

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

Taking the lead, he began stripping off his clothes piece by piece, each one dropping onto the silk with a quiet rustle.

With each layer gone, the powerful, sculpted muscles covering his body came into view, his fair skin glowing softly in the moonlight.

He himself had grown considerably under the influence of Goldenveil’s magic. His shoulders were broader, his chest firmer, and his cock had become more imposing than ever, hanging heavily between his thighs.

Auryndra didn’t miss the thick, long, veiny member between Ethan’s legs. Her eyes widened, and she felt her face flush instantly, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of her long ears.

She had read a great deal about human anatomy and was almost certain that, normally, it shouldn’t be that big and imposing! It didn’t look anything like the illustrations in the books.

She turned her face away, just in time to notice that Arwen was already naked too, her dress lying at her feet as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What are you waiting for, little sister? Let’s go!" Arwen teased, grabbing the hem of her sister’s dress and tugging it down with a mischievous smile.

Auryndra squealed.

The dress slid down her shoulders but snagged for a brief moment on those enormous, luscious elven tits.

The fabric stretched tight across them, dragging them downward, before it finally slipped free and fell to her feet with a soft rustle, revealing her nakedness.

"We have to go to bed early tonight; our dear human Lord still has a lot to do, so..." Arwen reached around from behind and grabbed Auryndra’s breasts, her slender fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh as she squeezed them together.

The beautiful priestess moaned, glancing over her shoulder at her older sister, her eyes narrowing subtly.

"You shameless big sister..." Auryndra then turned to Ethan. There was no anger in her voice, but she raised it anyway. "Look at what you and..." She pointed at Ethan’s cock, hesitating for a moment. "...and that huge human thing did to her!"

Ethan chuckled. "That was my fault, I have to admit."

He took a step closer to Auryndra, one hand reaching for her waist, so slender it truly seemed on the verge of breaking under the weight of such large breasts.

His fingers closed around it easily, feeling the warm, smooth skin beneath his palm and the slight shiver that ran through her body at his touch.

Arwen let go, and the heavy tits dropped back onto her sister’s chest with a lazy wobble.

Ethan’s free hand fell onto Arwen’s waist, and with a firm tug he pressed the elven sisters against each other.

The sides of their hips met, pale, creamy skin pressing against skin. The sides of their breasts met as well, perfect, soft mounds squashing gently against one another.

They were beautiful, he had to admit.

Two High Elves, among the most divine beings to have ever set foot on that land, and there they were, naked and docile in his hands.

Ethan let his hands glide over their curves, moving upward unhurriedly, feeling every contour beneath his fingers, the warmth of their skin seeping into his palms.

He ran his hands up the exposed sides of those large breasts, the tender flesh dimpling under his thumbs as they passed, and then rested his palms on both of their delicate shoulders.

He pushed them down.

Both knelt before him without resistance, Arwen with an easy grace and Auryndra a heartbeat behind her, on unsteady legs.

Their enormous breasts bounced heavily as their knees sank into the soft silk of the tapestry, the plump flesh wobbling a moment longer before going still.

His cock came to rest right at the level of their lips, hard and throbbing just a few centimeters from their faces, the heat radiating from it brushing their cheeks.

The fire priestess was trembling, still unable to look directly at Ethan’s cock.

But Arwen helped her, holding her chin with her left hand and Ethan’s cock with the other.

Her delicate, soft fingers gripped the shaft firmly, feeling its heat and the steady throb against her palm, and guided the reddish glans to Auryndra’s lips, which parted almost as if they had a will of their own.

Auryndra felt the exact moment the tip touched her tongue. Big, heavy, hot, with a salty, masculine taste that she was deeply ashamed to admit was strangely pleasant.

She moved her head forward, and that thick tip alone was enough to fill her mouth almost to the brim, stretching her thin lips to their limit.

They closed around the shaft with a strong suction, her cheeks hollowing slightly.

Her long ears fluttered gently as she seemed to get used to the pressure in her mouth, her breath escaping in short, hot puffs through her nose.

Ethan let out a deep sigh, his abdominal muscles contracting at the sensation of that warm, tight elven mouth enveloping him.

It was then that she felt Arwen’s hands on the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, slowly pushing her forward.

Wet, choked sounds echoed from her throat as, little by little, that thick human cock sank deeper, forcing its way past her tongue and down into the tight passage of her throat, filling her until there was no room left for anything else.

A long, cylindrical bulge rose beneath the silky, pale skin of her neck, revealing from the outside exactly how far it had already gone inside.

Auryndra’s red eyes filled with tears, and a thin line of drool slipped from the corner of her stretched lips.