NOVEL NEXT Chapter 293 - Elven Tribe
The eighth inner circle of Eldoria Kingdom was a place few dared venture. Deep within the ancient elven territory, past twisted forests and warded boundaries, lay the most isolated tribe—the Shadowveil Clan.
Their sanctuary existed beneath the earth itself.
A massive underground chamber stretched hundreds of feet in every direction. The walls were carved from black stone, veins of dark crystal pulsing with faint violet light.
Altars lined the perimeter—ancient relics covered in runes that predated the kingdom itself. The architecture resembled a dungeon more than a temple, with chains hanging from pillars and circles of power etched into the stone floor.
In the center, one such circle suddenly flared to life.
Purple light erupted upward, magical energy swirling in a vortex. Then a figure materialized—falling, collapsing onto the cold stone.
Sylvea hit the ground hard.
"Haah... haah... hnngh~!"
Her body convulsed. Her pussy twitched violently, clenching around nothing. Juices gushed from her swollen entrance, pooling between her trembling thighs. The fluid was thick, mixed with traces of his cum that had been pumped deep inside her before she'd escaped.
Her tits hung heavy, the horn nipples angry red and leaking milk in thin streams. Bite marks covered the pale flesh—deep indentations from his teeth. Her entire chest was flushed pink, skin still hot from his touch.
She looked like a survivor of an attack.
But instead of wounds, her body bore the marks of being thoroughly fucked. Her pussy lips were swollen and gaping slightly, the reddened flesh still twitching with phantom sensations.
Finger-shaped bruises decorated her hips and ass where he'd gripped her. Her inner thighs were sticky with combined fluids.
Her face told the most damning story.
Eyes glazed and unfocused. Pupils blown wide. Mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from her lower lip in thick strands. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, streaked with dried tears and running mascara.
The expression was pure heat—lust barely controlled by desperate willpower.
She tried to move.
Her arms shook as she pushed against the stone floor. Her legs refused to cooperate, muscles still trembling from the intensity. She ended up on all fours like a dog, tattered silk hanging from her body in shreds.
"I... didn't think... I'd be able to escape..."
Her voice was hoarse, throat raw from screaming. She gasped for air, each breath making her tits sway and drip more milk onto the stone.
'That bastard... that perverted descendant of mine...'
Her thoughts were venom, but her body betrayed her. Even now, her pussy clenched with need, remembering the stretch and fullness of his cock.
'He dared to... to defile me like some common whore... and I...'
She couldn't finish the thought. Couldn't acknowledge how her body had responded, how she'd moaned like a bitch in heat.
Slowly, painfully, she tried to stand. Her arms trembled with effort as she pushed up from the stone. One knee lifted. Then the other. She was halfway to standing when—
A black butterfly fluttered past her face.
Her eyes tracked it lazily, mind still foggy. 'A butterfly? Here?'
But before the thought could fully form—
"HYAAAAAHHH~!"
Her scream shattered the silence of the chamber.
A cock speared into her from behind—nine thick inches burying themselves to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her pussy, still sensitive and twitching, spread wide around the familiar girth. Every vein, every ridge, filled her completely.
Her eyes went wide, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
Two large hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. A voice—his voice—came from directly behind her.
"Didn't I say you wouldn't be able to escape me, huh?"
"T-Tianlong—!?"
Terror flooded through her. She tried to turn, to look back, but he started moving immediately.
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AHHHN~! HYAAAH~! N-NO—WAIT—NNNGH~!"
His hips slammed against her ass with brutal force. Each thrust drove her forward, knocking her arms out from under her. Her face hit the cold stone floor, cheek pressed flat.
Her massive tits pancaked against the ground, squishing outward with each impact.
But her ass stayed in the air.
Hips arched high, back curved in a perfect slope. He gripped her waist, using it as leverage to pound deeper. His cock reached places that made her vision white out, hitting her cervix with each thrust.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"S-STOP~! NOT HERE~! AHHHN~! SOMEONE WILL—GYUUUH~!"
Her moans echoed off the stone walls, amplified by the chamber's acoustics. She sounded exactly like a bitch in heat—desperate, wanton, completely lost to pleasure.
"Haaah~! Nnngh~! Too deep—you're breaking me—HYAAAH~!"
Her pussy clenched rhythmically, trying to milk his cock. The wet sounds of their fucking mixed with her screams—squelching, slapping, the meaty impact of flesh on flesh.
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
Then both his hands shot forward.
His fingers wrapped around her wrists, pulling her arms back like handles. He yanked hard, lifting her torso off the ground. Her back arched sharply, spine bending as he used her arms for leverage.
One more thrust—deeper than before—and he pulled her completely upright.
She ended up on her knees, back pressed against his chest. His cock buried impossibly deep inside her, grinding against her womb's entrance. His hands released her wrists and immediately moved to her tits.
Large palms cupped the massive mounds, fingers sinking into soft flesh. Then he found those horn nipples—pinching them between thumb and forefinger.
"AHHHHHN~!"
Milk sprayed from the pointed tips in thick streams. The pressure made more leak continuously, running down his fingers and dripping onto the stone below.
His mouth found her pointed ear, teeth grazing the sensitive edge before his hot breath ghosted across it.
"So, where were you running off to, huh?" His voice was low, dangerous. "What is this place actually?"
Her pupils constricted. Fear cut through the haze of pleasure.
"I... I won't—nnngh~!"
He twisted her nipples harder. More milk sprayed out as she gasped.
His hand moved to her chin, forcing her face to turn toward his. Their eyes met—his dark and predatory, hers green and glazed with unwilling lust.
Then he kissed her.
His tongue invaded her mouth with the same aggression he'd shown her pussy. Deep, claiming, stealing her breath. She whimpered into the kiss, unable to fight back as his hips gave slow, grinding thrusts.
His free hand stayed on her nipple, pinching and pulling. Milk continued streaming down her chest and stomach.
The kiss broke.
Saliva connected their lips in thick strands. She gasped for air, face flushed impossibly redder.
He gave one more deep thrust—then two—then three rapid ones.
PAH PAH PAH—
"HYAAA~!"
His cock swelled inside her. She felt it throb, felt the heat building at her deepest point. Then he pressed her nipples hard and unleashed.
Hot cum flooded her womb.
Thick ropes pumped directly against her cervix, filling her completely. The sensation triggered her own orgasm—her pussy clamping down hard, walls spasming and milking every drop.
"GYUUUUHHH~!"
Her scream was raw, primal. Her entire body shook, tits bouncing as milk sprayed in wild arcs. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as pleasure short-circuited her brain.
He held her there—cock buried deep, still pumping cum into her twitching pussy. His fingers squeezed her nipples rhythmically, matching each pulse of his release.
When he finally stopped, she collapsed forward.
But he held her upright, one arm wrapped around her waist. The other hand released her nipple to cup her chin again, turning her face for one more kiss.
This one was slower. Almost tender. His tongue explored her mouth lazily while his cock remained buried inside her cum-filled pussy.
When he pulled back, he smirked. "You look hot."
Her glazed eyes barely focused on him. Drool ran down her chin. She couldn't form words.
Then—
CREEEEAAAK—
The sound of stone grinding against stone echoed through the chamber.
Both of them froze.
The massive doors at the far end of the room were opening. Slowly. The gap widened inch by inch, torchlight spilling through from whatever lay beyond.
Voices filtered in—multiple speakers, getting closer.
Sylvea's eyes widened in horror, clarity returning in a sudden rush.
"No... no no no—"
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"—and I'm telling you, no one will know. The academy is closed today anyway."
"Good timing, honestly. With the competition against the seventh inner zone coming up in a week, we need to focus on training, not dealing with bureaucratic nonsense."
"True. Besides, it's not like anyone cares about one cheating bastard."
The voices echoed through the corridor leading into the chamber. Four elven women walked side by side, their voices casual, almost bored.
Behind them, a fifth woman dragged something heavy across the stone floor.
Thud... scrape... thud... scrape...
The sound was wet. Meaty.
She pulled a man behind her—or what was left of one. His body was brutalized beyond recognition. Face swollen and purple, one eye completely closed, the other barely open. Blood leaked from his mouth and nose, dripping onto the stone as she dragged him by his ankle.
His clothes were torn, revealing bruises that covered every inch of exposed skin. Some were fresh and angry red. Others had already turned deep purple and black.
His chest rose and fell in shallow, labored breaths. Barely alive.
"Do you think the elders will actually investigate?" one of the women asked, brushing her silver hair behind a pointed ear.
"Investigate what? A training accident? Please." Another laughed, her green eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Besides, Lyraen has connections. Her family practically owns the council seats."
The woman dragging the body—Lyraen—smirked. "Exactly. My father won't even ask questions. He'll just make sure the body disappears properly."
They entered the main chamber, torches casting flickering shadows across the black stone walls. The altars loomed around them, ancient and imposing.
One of the women—a blonde with intricate braids—stepped forward and immediately slipped.
"Ah—!" Her foot slid through something wet.
She caught herself on a nearby pillar, looking down with confusion. A puddle spread across the stone floor, glistening in the torchlight. Clear fluid mixed with something thicker, more viscous.
"What the hell? Why is there water here?"
She crouched down, curiosity overriding caution. Her finger dipped into the puddle, bringing it close to her face. She sniffed.
Her eyes widened slightly. "This... this smells like man's cum but strangely good..."
SMACK—
Lyraen's free hand cracked across the blonde's face.
"OW—!"
"You pervert!" Lyraen's voice dripped with disgust. "First you cheat on your boyfriend, now after being caught and nearly killing him, you're still horny?"
The chamber erupted with laughter. The other three women doubled over, their mocking voices bouncing off the stone walls.
"Seriously, Mirael?" one gasped between giggles. "You can't go five minutes without thinking about cock?"
"Maybe we should let her have one last ride before we dump his body," another added with a wicked grin, gesturing at the half-dead man.
Mirael stood, face flushed red—though whether from embarrassment or anger was unclear. "Shut up! I was just curious—"
"Curious about cum," Lyraen interrupted, her tone mocking. "How very characteristic of you."
More laughter.
Lyraen turned her attention back to the man she'd been dragging. With a grunt of effort, she swung his body forward and released. He flew through the air and crashed into one of the nearby altars.
CRASH—
His body hit the stone structure with a sickening thud. He crumpled to the ground, motionless except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading slowly across the dark stone.
Lyraen dusted off her hands, as if touching him had dirtied her. She turned back to her friends with a satisfied smirk.
"So, what's next? Should we—"
"Aelion?"
The voice cut through the chamber like a blade.
Every woman froze.
It came from deeper in the room—from the shadows near the central ritual circle. A woman's voice, strained and breathless.
Lyraen's head snapped toward the source. "Who—?"
Her words died in her throat.
'!'