masters-orleans Chapter 224: The End of Peace
Chapter 224: The End of Peace
Oblivious to what was happening in Whitefall, Ethan remained nestled in Alice’s arms, his body sprawled atop hers, his face buried deep between those juicy pale tits.
His wife’s fair, fragrant skin cradled his features like a pillow of silk, the soft warmth of her cleavage enveloping him in a tender embrace.
There wasn’t much to do that day, so he simply relaxed, his fingers wandering lazily across the gentle curve of her hip.
"When are you going to build my magic tower?" Alice asked suddenly, her delicate fingers toying with a strand of his golden hair as she recalled a question that had been weighing on her mind for quite some time.
There were already a few dozen children in Goldenveil with magical potential, and she herself had taught a class or two on mana manipulation at the town’s school.
Soon, however, with Veronica properly trained, she wanted to begin offering a more advanced magical education to those promising students.
Teaching a simple spell or two to children was not the limit she wanted to restrict herself to.
Her true ambition was to forge an army of competent mages who would serve her husband faithfully.
"Hm... after Ron’s next visit..." he murmured thoughtfully, his fingers gliding lazily across the pale skin of her luscious thighs.
"Magic towers are expensive, and I want to build at least one suitable for a fourth-stage mage.
We need to expand the wall to the spirit vein as well. There I will build our first palace and, of course, your magic tower."
Honestly, the price in gold wasn’t even the biggest problem for Ethan at that moment.
The real obstacle lay in the cost of the magic cores needed to sustain a structure of that magnitude.
A tower intended for a fourth-stage mage would consume at least a thousand lower-grade magic cores per month, a number that would rise considerably if it were used at full power.
He would need to connect it directly to Goldenveil’s magic vein to afford such a cost.
Upon hearing this, Alice nodded enthusiastically, her golden curls dancing lightly over her bare shoulders.
That shouldn’t take long.
With a lazy smile, Ethan finally lifted his head, freeing his face from the fleshy warmth of that soft cleavage.
His gaze wandered adoringly over his voluptuous wife, drifting from her deep sky-blue eyes, past the golden curls scattered across the pillow, down to the nightgown whose transparency barely concealed the exuberant curves of her body.
She was simply perfect.
His hand moved instinctively, delivering a gentle pat to the side of one of those large, round, and firm breasts.
The mountain of pale flesh quivered for a brief moment, lazy ripples spreading across the milky surface in slow, undulating waves before being firmly grasped by her husband’s warm palm.
His fingers sank deep into the generous softness, the supple flesh swelling obscenely between his digits, spilling out in plump, milky bulges.
"Nghnn~~ are you that eager to get me pregnant, hubby?" she purred with a heavy gasp, feeling Ethan’s other hand slide down, gliding over her smooth belly until it reached her plump pussy.
A single finger pressed against her mons pubis, sinking slowly between the soft, warm petals of her swollen labia.
The satiny skin parted under the pressure, embracing the digit hungrily, as if eager to draw it deeper into that already wet slit.
Alice shuddered all over, an electric tingle racing up her spine as her back arched sharply off the sheet.
Her enormous breasts leapt upward with the motion, the milky flesh quivering like pudding for several long heartbeats before finally settling back onto her delicate chest, her hard nipples poking through the translucent fabric.
He was about to sink his finger completely into that inviting pussy when he stopped abruptly.
"Ethan, open the door, it’s urgent!" Ophelia’s voice echoed from the other side, followed by anxious, firm knocks against the wood.
Ethan let out a frustrated sigh, leaning over Alice to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. Their tongues briefly intertwined as he savored the sweet taste of her mouth.
When their lips finally parted, a thin thread of saliva connected them for a brief moment before the crystalline strand snapped silently.
"I’m sorry, love, this must be important," he murmured, and Alice simply nodded.
Her hands instinctively rose to her breasts, squeezing the heavy mounds together to force them into an obscene cleavage.
Ethan smiled at the tempting sight, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on one of her hard nipples before rising with some reluctance.
Walking to the door, he opened it without ceremony, finding Ophelia standing on the other side.
She was stunning, as always.
Having spent the morning training the maids, she wore a faint sheen of sweat on her skin, shimmering beads slowly trickling down her chin and dripping onto the cleavage of those enormous tits, much larger than Alice’s.
The exposed tops of her breasts, which ended just below the pink areolas, gleamed in the light seeping through the hallway.
He smiled, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Her huge tits crushed against his torso with a soft, generous weight, the compressed flesh threatening to overflow the tight white top, bulging obscenely over the strained edges of the fabric.
"What’s the matter?" he asked, his left hand pulling Ophelia’s black skirt up while his right slid down over her full, round, perfect ass, now covered only by thin black pantyhose that outlined every voluptuous curve of that plump flesh.
His fingers sank into the elastic warmth through the silky fabric, the supple flesh giving way to his possessive grip and quivering in small tremors that radiated across her plump ass.
"Nghnn~~" she moaned softly, her delicate hands rising to his shoulders in search of support as her body momentarily softened against his.
"It’s Alistair. He’s marching toward Goldenveil... They should be here in no more than eight or nine days," she finally said.
At that moment, Ethan’s eyes flashed, and he clenched his teeth.
It seemed his peace was over.