Free Web NovelChapter 267: Mireya’s Concern
Shortly after taking Arwen to her room, where the elf settled in to rest for the next day, Ethan left his mansion.
First, he made sure the guards were protecting the Tree of Life.
Many elves were already making their way toward it to pay their respects, while humans and dwarves gathered around, watching with curious eyes and whispering among themselves.
Next, he plucked a few red fruits and a single blue one before heading home.
Upon arriving, he handed three of the red fruits to John, instructing him to try making wine with them.
He distributed the rest among his wives and set aside the blue fruit, along with three more red ones, for Alice.
Since Arwen had mentioned the blue fruit was beneficial for pregnant women, he didn’t hesitate to give it to her.
With all the day’s work finally done, Ethan returned to his room and let himself fall comfortably onto the bed, the mattress sinking under the weight of his body.
Alice and the other girls were meditating, each in her own room, so he found himself alone once again.
"Ah..." Ethan sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
Soon, the air around him began to shift, and from inside the pendant he always kept close to his chest, a figure slowly took shape.
It was a woman.
Her long, straight hair was as white as snow, framing a face with delicate features. Her skin held a purplish hue—distinctly non-human, yet undeniably beautiful and sensual.
"Hm... finally willing to be a good wife?" Ethan teased, sitting up on the bed.
His hands immediately found Mireya’s slender waist, sliding over the thin fabric as he pulled her closer.
She was wearing only a greenish-white nightgown of light, comfortable fabric that hugged her enormous purple tits and barely reached the middle of her luscious thighs.
"Hmpff!" Mireya looked away, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of purple. "Who’s being the good wife now, you pervert—"
She didn’t even get to finish her sentence. Ethan yanked the nightgown’s fabric back forcefully.
The thin material caught on her full breasts for an instant, stretching to its absolute limit as it pressed those enormous purple spheres against her delicate torso.
Then it gave way with the soft sound of tearing, opening completely and exposing every inch of her nakedness to Ethan’s hungry eyes.
Her freed breasts surged forward, bouncing once before settling, the lush purple flesh quivering in slow, heavy waves that rolled across the soft expanse of her chest.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He leaned over her and claimed her lips, his tongue invading her mouth hungrily.
"Mghnnn~~" Mireya moaned into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body yielded to his touch.
"Hm... what do you want?" Ethan asked when their lips finally parted, his hand sliding down to deliver a firm slap to her left buttock.
"Ah~!" Mireya let out a sharp yelp, blushing even deeper.
The purple flesh of her ass shuddered with the impact, rippling in soft, weighty waves that traveled slowly across the entire round cheek before settling back into its perfect, plump shape.
After a moment’s hesitation, she finally replied in a trembling voice. "I was just curious about Arwen... do you think she can turn me back into a human?"
That was something that had been weighing on her mind ever since she discovered what Arwen really was.
Mireya’s greatest fear was not being accepted by her own mother. But what if Arwen could fix that?
"I don’t know..." Ethan grew serious, the playfulness vanishing from his face.
For Mireya to swallow her pride and ask a question like that, she must have been truly distressed.
"Perhaps, if she returns to the height of her power," he said in a softer tone, caressing Mireya’s silky skin as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
He felt the weight of her breasts—only slightly smaller than Elena’s—squeezing against his chest, filling the space between their bodies. He sighed into her snow-white hair.
His hands left the Death Knight’s delicate back, sliding down until they reached her ass.
Her skin was cold beneath his fingers, but not in any uncomfortable or morbid way. On the contrary, it was an inviting, velvety coolness that made his fingertips tingle.
His fingers sank hungrily into those purple buttocks, the soft flesh giving way to his grip, molding between them as he leaned over her.
"Nghnn~~ you perverted scoundrel... I told you you’d have to wait until you fulfilled your promise and took me to see my mother!" Mireya declared, puffing out her cheeks in a pout.
Ethan just smiled, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the bed.
Mireya’s voluptuous body bounced against the mattress as she landed on her back.
Her full breasts sprang upward, those heavy purple orbs leaping before crashing back down against her chest, trembling in deep, rolling jiggles that rippled all the way to her collarbones, while the graceful curve of her spine arched naturally from the impact.
Her buttocks pressed into the bedding, flattening against it like two perfect full moons against the sheets, the lush flesh wobbling briefly before settling.
Her delicate arms moved quickly, crossing over her chest to cup her own huge tits, controlling the trembling of those mountains of soft skin and squeezing them tight against her torso, hiding her baby-pink nipples from Ethan’s hungry eyes.
She instinctively closed her legs as Ethan climbed onto the bed. But he simply grabbed her delicate knees and pulled them apart, opening her completely before him. freewёbnoνel.com
Finally, he revealed her pussy: a virgin treasure, untouched for four hundred years. Two soft, fleshy pillows met in a plump cameltoe, forming a perfect puffy mound, the supple vulva glistening faintly with the first traces of arousal.
"Even if your mother rejects you for who you are..." Ethan grabbed Mireya’s hips, pulling her firmly against him, his eyes locking with hers.
"I promise I’ll do everything I can to make things right. Even if, to do that, I have to make your mother my wife too."
He reached for her pussy, pressing his thumb against the puffy mound.
The sensation was heavenly. The soft, fresh flesh gave under the pressure, the plump labia parting slightly to embrace his thumb, enveloping it like two warm, padded cushions.
His finger nestled deep between those puffy folds, feeling every centimeter of that untouched vulva tingle against his skin.
"N-no..." Mireya gasped. "My mother would never—nghnn~~—agree to be yours... nghnn~~ ah~~"
Ethan silenced her with the fingers of his free hand, smiling as he watched her eagerly suck on his index and middle fingers, betraying the feigned resistance she was trying to maintain.
His thumb, still pressed against her pussy, sank in a little harder, parting those puffy folds further as Mireya writhed beneath him.
Her full breasts trembled against her own arms as she struggled to contain them, and her purple eyes filled with desire, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
