CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 298- TOO CONFUSING WOMAN

The young elf’s voice cut through the haze—weak, confused, cracking on that single word.

Tianlong’s head turned slowly toward the other bed. Aelion had pushed himself up on one elbow, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His gaze fixed on the scene before him—the woman’s body pinned beneath Tianlong, her torn robes exposing flushed skin and swollen nipples leaking milk in thin rivulets.

"What... what are you doing?" The words tumbled out hoarse and broken.

Sylvea’s eyes widened. Her pussy clenched hard around Tianlong’s embedded cock, walls rippling as fresh arousal mixed with panic. She opened her mouth, struggling to form words even as another thrust made her gasp.

"I bef—ahh!—before t-the, I—"

PAH!

Tianlong drove forward suddenly, cockhead ramming straight into her cervix.

"NGHH~!!" Her scream dissolved into a strangled moan, body jerking violently. The impact sent shockwaves through her womb, stretching the tight ring of muscle as his thickness pressed insistently against the entrance.

She whipped her head toward Aelion, eyes blazing despite the pleasure-drunk haze clouding them. Her expression twisted—rage and humiliation warring with the desperate need still consuming her body.

"What are YOU doing?!" The words came out sharp, venomous, even as her voice cracked on the edges.

Aelion blinked slowly, confusion deepening across his bruised features. "I... nothing. It just felt... exciting?"

Her mouth trembled. Lips parted and closed soundlessly as her mind struggled to process—to form any coherent response while Tianlong’s cock pulsed inside her, grinding slowly against her cervix in small circular motions that made her inner walls flutter helplessly.

SNAP—

Her fingers came together sharply.

"I am NOT your mother."

The air around Aelion shimmered. His eyes rolled back instantly, body going limp as he collapsed onto the bed—unconscious again, the forced sleep taking hold.

"Tianlong, move away." Her voice was steadier now, cold authority bleeding back through despite the breathless quality. "Get off me. Now."

He tilted his head, smirking slightly. Then instead of withdrawing, he shifted his weight—pulling her up with him as he sat back on his heels. His cock stayed buried deep, the angle changing as gravity pulled her down harder onto his shaft.

"Ah—!" She gasped as the new position drove him even deeper, cervix kissing his swollen head.

He guided her back against his chest, arms wrapping around her waist. One hand slid up to cup her breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled her fully onto his lap. Her ass settled against his thighs, legs spread wide on either side of his hips.

His cock throbbed inside her, still rock-hard and stretching her pussy around its thick girth. Every small movement made her walls clench involuntarily, rippling along his length.

"Why would I move away?" His breath was hot against her ear as he spoke, hand kneading her breast lazily. "We’re not done."

"You—nghh—you perverted—" Her protest died as his thumb found her nipple, rubbing the swollen bud in slow circles.

Milk beaded at the tip, then leaked out in a thin stream that ran down her pale skin. The reddened flesh was still tender from his earlier abuse, each touch sending sharp jolts of sensation through her chest.

He leaned forward, tongue darting out to catch the milk. The wet muscle traced around her areola before his lips sealed over the nipple, sucking hard.

"Ahh~!" Her back arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth as more milk flowed freely.

His other hand moved down, fingers finding her clit and rubbing the sensitive nub with deliberate pressure. Her hips jerked, driving his cock deeper as pleasure spiked through her core.

"So—" His voice was muffled against her breast, tongue still working her nipple between words. "—why did he call you mother?"

She shuddered, struggling to focus as his fingers continued their assault on her clit. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, trying to milk his shaft as wetness dripped down where they were joined.

"Because..." She swallowed hard, voice breaking on a moan as he bit down gently on her nipple. "When I—nghh—when I opened my eyes in this world... I had become Sylvea. The aunt of that boy."

His hand left her breast to grip her chin, tilting her head back so their eyes met. "Keep talking."

Her gaze dropped to watch his tongue emerge again, licking lazily at her abused nipple. The pink flesh glistened with saliva and milk, swollen and throbbing under his attention.

"This world’s cultivation system—it’s different. I needed to... to synthesize a specific matter. Dark elemental essence." Her breathing hitched as his cock pulsed inside her, the thick shaft stretching her walls impossibly wide.

His fingers found her other nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between thumb and forefinger. "And?"

"I needed—ahh!—needed an energy core from someone with that affinity..." Her words dissolved into a whimper as he pulled her nipple hard, stretching it away from her breast before releasing it with a wet snap.

Tianlong’s grip on her waist tightened suddenly. He pulled her back hard, impaling her completely on his cock as it swelled even thicker inside her.

Her eyes flew wide. "W-wait—!"

"So you killed his mother." His voice was flat, devoid of the teasing tone from before.

Her pussy spasmed violently around the increased girth, walls struggling to accommodate him as he grew larger. The pressure was intense—bordering on painful as her inner texture stretched to its absolute limit.

"Ah! Ah! T-too thick—!" She gasped, hands flying to grip his arms as her body trembled. "You’re—nghh—you’re going to split me apart!"

He didn’t shrink back. Instead his cock pulsed again, expanding another fraction as her cervix was forced open slightly by the sheer pressure against it.

"Answer me. Did you kill her?"

"NO!" The word tore from her throat, half scream and half sob. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming stretch. "Of course not! Why would I—hahh—why would I kill my own sister?!"

The thickness receded slightly—enough that she could breathe again. Her pussy fluttered weakly around him, walls molding to every ridge and vein of his shaft.

"Your sister?" He pulled her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard as his tongue lashed the sensitive tip. "But didn’t you say she wasn’t your sister?"

Her mouth opened and closed several times, rage flashing across her features even through the pleasure-drunk haze. "Why are you so ANNOYING—UNGH!!"

His cock swelled again without warning—thicker than before. The sudden expansion drove straight into her cervix, forcing the tight entrance open as his cockhead pressed insistently against her womb.

"AHH~!! WHAT—WHAT WAS THAT?!" Her scream echoed within the barrier, body convulsing as the impossible stretch sent shockwaves through her core.

He shrugged casually against her back, the motion making his cock shift inside her. "Nothing. Just testing."

Her eyes rolled down, gaze fixing on where they were joined. Through the torn fabric she could see her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, the pink flesh pulled taut and glistening with their combined fluids.

And she could feel it—the way his cock pulsed and swelled in rhythmic waves. Thick, then thicker, then back to its original size. Each expansion made her walls scream in protest, cervix denting inward dangerously before the pressure released.

He was playing with her. Literally fucking with her body’s limits like she was nothing more than a toy.

"You’re—nghh—you’re going to break me..." The words came out weak, trembling with a mix of pain and unwanted arousal.

His tongue traced along her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "Then talk faster."

She whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder as another pulse made her pussy clench desperately. His fingers continued working her clit in merciless circles, the dual sensations overwhelming her ability to think.

"I told her—ahh!—told Celia everything when I... when I woke up in Sylvea’s body..." Her voice broke into gasps and moans between words, struggling to maintain coherence.

His cock throbbed inside her again—thicker—and her back arched violently.

"She tried—hahh—tried to perform a ritual to return her sister’s soul... to bring back the real Sylvea—nghh!!" A particularly brutal pulse made her cervix stretch dangerously, womb entrance forced wider.

"But something went wrong—UNGH~!—the ritual... it awakened something in the elven bloodline... dormant energy that—ahh! ahh!—that this world calls mana—"

His teeth closed on her nipple, biting down as his fingers pinched her clit hard.

"AHHH~!! Her body—! Celia’s body burned—! Everything burned and I—I had to save her—!" The words tumbled out in a rush, broken by sobs and moans as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

Tianlong’s hand moved from her breast to her throat, fingers wrapping around the slender column as he tilted her head back further. His tongue traced her jawline, tasting the salt of her tears.

"Keep going." "I merged with her—nghh—took Celia’s body... became one with my sister to save what was left..." Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking his shaft as more fluid gushed out around his thickness. "The founder... transmigrating into Sylvea’s body, then taking Celia’s burned form... merging... running away..."

His cock pulsed again—the thickest yet. Her eyes rolled back completely as her cervix was forced open, the ring of muscle stretching impossibly as his cockhead pressed into her womb entrance.

"AHHHH~!! TOO MUCH—! YOU’RE IN MY—NGHH~!!"

He didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed against hers, tongue forcing past her lips to dominate the kiss. She moaned helplessly into it, body shaking with the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.

When he pulled back, his thumb pressed against her bottom lip, forcing her mouth open. A thin strand of saliva connected them, glistening in the dim light.

"So you’re both Sylvea and Celia now." His voice was low, almost thoughtful. "And Zhaoshenya... so you also have three bodies?"