FreeBooksOnline Chapter 263: The Tree of Life (02)
Chapter 263: The Tree of Life (02)
The golden flowers that had not ripened into fruit fell from the branches, dancing in the air and carried by the wind in all directions, scattering across Goldenveil like a golden rain.
Soon, the people of Goldenveil watched in wonder as the world around them transformed before their very eyes.
The density of mana and aura in the air skyrocketed, the workers’ bodies filling with renewed vitality, and the effectiveness of the elves’ nature magic increasing many times over.
In the farmlands, the speed at which the crops grew tripled, and their health increased even more dramatically.
Even some of the frailest elders, already on the brink of death from terrible diseases like cancer, felt their bodies become as strong as in their youth. The pains of their illnesses faded away as if they had been completely erased from existence.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the tree that stood gloriously beyond the city walls.
That was a gift—a gift from the goddess of life.
Their lord was truly the child of the gods!
Such was the wonder of a sacred city, where even the most common mortal illnesses, such as cancer, were nothing.
From that day forward, Goldenveil could officially be considered a sacred city. The sacred city of Goldenveil.
"Ah... looks like I used a little too much magic, haha~" Arwen let out a bitter, breathless laugh.
She lifted her weary gaze to the enormous tree towering majestically above her, its leaves rustling softly as if in response to the elf’s exhaustion.
Almost at once, she sensed the mana around her shift, and one of the tree’s branches descended slowly toward her, offering one of the reddish fruits hanging from its boughs.
"It’s all right, dear, I just needed to recover a little," Arwen whispered tenderly, accepting the offering all the same and letting the fruit float gently beside her.
The branch retreated back to its place, trembling faintly, as though happy that Arwen had accepted the gesture.
The elven beauty was truly exhausted. Her mana reserves had been halved, and each breath came out a little heavier than the last.
Her body glistened with sweat. Fine droplets traced slow, winding paths down the smooth column of her milky neck before vanishing into the deep, shadowed cleft between her huge tits.
The loose fabric of her pure white dress, now soaked through, clung to every curve she had to offer and her her puffy nipples and pink areolas stood out clearly through the damp cloth.
She shuddered, her trembling legs barely able to support her weight.
After a brief moment of resistance, her body finally gave way, and she let herself fall backward.
Fortunately, Ethan was already right there, ready to catch her in his arms.
Her full, plump, shapely ass nestled into his lap, the plush, generous flesh spreading and molding perfectly against the warmth beneath her.
Every supple curve conformed to him, the cushiony cheeks settling into his lap as if her body had been made to fit there.
Ethan’s hands, of course, did not remain idle for long.
His left hand settled firmly onto the elf’s wide hip, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh until it bulged gently around them.
His right, meanwhile, traveled upward.
His forearm sank into the tender swell of her right breast while his open palm pressed firmly against her left, each of those mountains of juicy flesh far too large for any mortal hand to fully encompass.
He squeezed firmly, feeling her stiffened nipple stamp itself into the center of his palm as his fingers sank deeper and deeper into those enormous breasts.
The succulent flesh spilled out between his fingers like warm, plush cotton, bulging from every gap, and Ethan lost himself completely in the overwhelming softness of those perfect mounds.
Despite their firm and full appearance, they were as soft as heavenly silken pillows, warm and creamy to the touch, molding to his grip as if shaped to fit him perfectly.
"Hmm~" Arwen sighed, her face—already slightly flushed from exhaustion—turning an even deeper shade of red.
"My lord... what is this thing pressing against my behind and..." Arwen’s eyes fluttered for a moment, a gasp escaping her pink lips. "Why is it so big?"
Her voice carried a hint of teasing, though it also conveyed embarrassment and a touch of confusion.
She didn’t remember ever acting this way in front of any man in the past.
Unaware of the change the system wrought in the minds of the summoned, Arwen could only wonder what was causing her to act so strangely toward that young human.
Could she be?...
Arwen’s eyes suddenly widened.
Impossible.
"Well... you should know, since you’re the one who made him this way." Ethan’s voice echoed right next to her ear, his warm breath brushing the side of her neck and sending a shiver crawling down her spine.
He shifted his right hand slightly and, without hesitation, slipped it beneath the neckline of her dress.
His fingers brushed against her warm, sweat-dampened skin, gliding down beneath the soft cloth until his palm cupped the supple curve of her breast, the soft, warm flesh sinking gently against his calloused hand as her bare nipple pressed into the center of his palm.
He didn’t know why the goddesses had blessed a woman with such huge milk jugs—his hands struggling to cup even a fraction of them, but all he could say was that he was very grateful to the gods for that.
The heat of her flesh against his palm was intoxicating, the plush mound molding to the curve of his fingers with his gentle squeeze.
He began to tease the pink nub, rolling it slowly between his thumb and index finger, savoring the way it stiffened and hardened beneath his touch.
"Mghnn~~ what a naughty Lord you are..." Arwen let out a tremulous giggle, her thighs squeezing together instinctively as a faint warmth bloomed in her groin, a treacherous dampness already beginning to seep between them.