Ethan felt Arwen's enormous breasts press against the back of his head.
Two warm, full mounds molded themselves around the nape of his neck, so soft that his skull sank into them as if into living pillows.
In front of him, Auryndra's cleavage came at him head-on, crashing down like an avalanche.
Her breasts, every bit as large as her sister's, swallowed Ethan's face whole, the heavy flesh surging around his cheeks and closing over his nose and jaw on impact.
Those gigantic elven tits were, on their own, more than enough to bury his entire head in the deep valley between them.
The impact sent all three of them toppling backward.
A dull thud echoed through the cathedral hall.
Arwen hit the floor first, letting out a muffled squeal as the weight of the other two came down on her. Auryndra landed on top. And Ethan was squeezed right in the middle, sandwiched between the two taller elven sisters.
