Chapter 121: Source Matrix

At the top of the labyrinth, built into the colossal tree, within the grand mansion, two girls finally parted their lips.

“Nhm... Aah...”

Thelira, exhaling warm breaths, didn’t release the woman’s face from her grasp, keeping their foreheads so close their eyes were only centimeters apart. Sweat trickled down her neck, but she pressed her modest chest even harder against the woman, her body rising and falling with each breath.

Rhei, on the other hand, could feel the heat radiating from the elf’s body. Even though she hadn’t touched her in an explicitly sensual way, the guardian could feel the subtle tremors coursing through the girl as her fingers traced along her back. Even when her long, claw-like nails casually scratched over her clothes, the sound that escaped wasn’t a cry of pain—but a soft moan of pleasure.

“You do understand the Amberdrop is merely a preliminary treatment before the real medication, right? Taking more of it in such a short time won’t cure your condition.”

Whispering, Rhei locked eyes with the emerald gaze shaped like crescent moons. Thelira stared back with intensity, her narrowed eyes glowing with desire as her tongue ran along her lips. Her heart was pounding. Her skin was hot—and not from a fever. Something else was burning inside her.

“Lady Rhei, it’s not my body I seek to heal,” Thelira spoke slowly, as if savoring every syllable. Her fingers glided along the guardian’s cheek, slipping behind her ear before stopping at her lips. “It’s my heart.”

Without a second of delay or the slightest sign of hesitation, Thelira crashed her lips against Rhei’s once more.

Two tongues tangled frantically, drinking in the nectar of one another’s mouths. There was no longer any logic behind their movements—only the raw desire to satisfy the heat bubbling in their chests.

“Ahn…?”

Frozen in place atop the black wolf, Elarielle shifted her wide eyes from the most unbelievable scene of her life to the two girls on the throne—who, unlike her, weren’t panicking.

The world felt still, but neither the wolf nor the silver-haired girl had stopped time. So Elarielle blinked once, then twice, then a third time, but the scene in front of her remained unchanged.

She wanted to scream something—anything—but her voice was stuck in her throat. In the awkward silence, broken only by the wet sounds of tongues entwining, Elarielle remained there, staring in helpless disbelief.

Finally, after long minutes, the kiss ended.

Their lips parted slowly, a thick strand of saliva connecting them. And then, for the first time, Rhei curved her lips into a smile.

“After seeing your performance in the desert—and now this—I’m certain my impression of you was entirely wrong.”

Licking away the thread of saliva, Rhei turned her gaze to Lily, still seated on the throne.

“My king, I request permission to take responsibility for this girl’s safety.”

A determined light flickered in her previously apathetic gaze, and her velvet voice carried a trace of genuine emotion.

“Uh… sure?”

Unsure how she was supposed to respond, Lily simply nodded.

“This humble servant is deeply grateful.”

Bowing, Rhei walked over to the black wolf and carefully set Thelira down upon it. The elf seemed reluctant to let go, her hands still clinging tightly to the bee-woman.

“Miss Healer,” Rhei said, now facing Elarielle, “I’ll prepare a vial sample for you to begin treatment.”

For the first time in minutes, Elarielle felt her brain reboot.

“W-Wait… So the direct transmission wasn’t actually necessary?”

The heroine cleared her throat, placing both hands on her sister’s shoulders—though the girl’s eyes remained glued to the bee-woman.

“My, my, of course not~” Rhei sang with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Her sharp smile radiated pure provocation, but Elarielle, still struggling to recover her composure, couldn’t form a retort.

Finally managing to remove her hands from her wife’s eyes after watching the entire act unfold, Lily let out a soft sigh before raising her voice toward the guardian.

“And now… Rhei, your book volume. Hand it over.”

“Certainly.”

Rhei extended her hand, a soft blue glow forming between her fingers as a book materialized. Before she could even step forward, a purple tentacle reached out and snatched it from her, delivering it straight into Nia’s hands.

“Thanks, Lily.” Smiling brightly, Nia nestled even closer to her wife, hugging the ancient runed book tightly to her chest.

Unable to resist the warm relief flooding her, Lily took extra care not to glance at any page by accident as she placed a gentle kiss on her beloved’s forehead.

“I’ll get all of them for you, my love.”

“Hihihi~”

Giggling softly from the warmth of the kiss, Nia clutched the small book tightly.

It was like a surge of energy had passed through her body. Without any more delay, she dissolved the book and consumed it.

Instantly, a wave of dark mana erupted, shaking the entire room.

Both Lily and Nia could feel their bodies tingle, the chaotic pulses of mana swirling around them as they tried to synchronize.

A single minute later, as if nothing had ever happened, the energy settled.

“Thank you for the meal,” Nia said with a smile, her cheeks flushed red.

Stroking her wife's purple hair, Lily felt a renewed surge of determination. The third Book of Truth had been absorbed.

Only three remained.

“You said this labyrinth belongs to Lily, right?” Suddenly, Nia raised her voice, locking eyes with the guardian.

The bee-woman, caught off guard by the abrupt question, tilted her head in agreement.

“The Source Matrix. Hand it over,” the metamorph ordered coldly, her crimson eyes staring intensely at the guardian.

Lily, unsure what Nia meant, simply tilted her head and watched her beloved act without interrupting.

“Of course, my queen.”

Rhei closed her eyes for a moment and extended her free hand. As if drawing in the air, she opened her eyes and began to write. Her fingers moved swiftly, each stroke weaving lines of golden light, glowing characters that shimmered and danced until the entire room was filled with runic text.

Then, with a single motion, Rhei pointed toward Nia, and all the runes rushed in her direction.

Nia, hand outstretched, traced each character with her slender fingers—each golden symbol swallowed by a veil of amethyst light and vanishing.

Her speed was unnerving—too fast for most to follow. In mere moments, all the symbols had disappeared.

Closing her eyes, Nia let out a tired but deeply relieved sigh.“It’s complex, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Nia... what was that?” Now that it was over, Lily could no longer hold back her curiosity.

The metamorph hesitated, unsure where to begin—but Rhei stepped forward and answered in her place.

“My king, if I may: I have just transferred the sanctuary’s barrier authority to Lady Gardenia.”

“Authority?” Lily repeated.

“Yes. From the surveillance and tracking of anyone within the barrier, to control over gravitational shifts—everything can now be molded by your wife’s will.”

Lily turned her eyes back to the girl curled in her lap.

Nia, still blushing, had shifted her posture so that her legs wrapped around Lily’s waist, her chest pressed softly to hers.

“I didn’t fully understand it before, but after consuming the book, it all made sense,” Nia said cheerfully, her little hands looping around Lily’s neck. “Barriers are the creation of a domain. This one seems to have been created by the Archmage. She found a way to make it automatic and self-sustaining by drawing mana from the air—so even if we leave, I won’t be drained.”

“So you can control everything inside it?” Lily asked.

“Hmm… I can toggle the gravity defense field around the tree, and the cloaking function that hides it from the outside. As for surveillance… it’s like an advanced version of my mana-location. If I focus, I can observe any floor. I think I can even interfere with rune systems from enchanted artifacts. I still need to study the effects I can replicate when building my own, but I’ll be able to protect Lily in so many new ways!”

Even though she knew she couldn’t yet construct a barrier as massive or refined, Nia now felt certain she’d never again suffer the helplessness she’d felt when she couldn’t find Lily after they were separated.

Seeing her so excited, Lily couldn’t help but hug her tightly.

She was sure this barrier—created by Sylvan—looked like an open book in Nia’s eyes.

Ever since they’d entered the forest, the girl had shown an eagerness to learn more about it, but until now, she’d lacked the opportunity to do so.

"Lily..."

Lost in thought, Lily suddenly felt an unnervingly warm voice whisper directly into her ear, sending a delicate shiver down her spine. As her gaze dropped to the girl in her lap, she couldn't help but gulp.

Nia's face burned crimson, her flushed cheeks glowing fiercely as heat radiated from her skin. Strands of violet hair clung to her damp forehead, and her sweet scent flooded Lily's nostrils.

"Lily... I need you... now..." Nia murmured between ragged breaths, her arms tightening around her wife's waist.

Lily didn't need to ponder what was happening.

Over the past hours, Nia had endured so many terrifying experiences that she'd been drowning in fear and stress. The girl who'd fought to her limits had been burdened by overwhelming dread. But now, having finally calmed, all that tension had transformed into restless energy—and after absorbing so much dark mana from the book, she felt unbearably charged, desperate for release.

"Rhei, does anyone else live here?"

The guardian immediately bowed her head respectfully. "No, just myself. With ample time, I built extra rooms and halls to experiment with architectural styles. But fear not, my king—I maintain impeccable cleanliness. Not a speck of dust escapes my notice."

"I'll be borrowing a bedroom."

Without waiting for a response, Lily vanished from the throne room in the blink of an eye.

Her footsteps echoed through labyrinthine corridors as she ascended multiple staircases toward the most secluded chambers. Though the mansion initially seemed confusing, its layout proved simple—unlike an inn, the rooms weren't clustered for efficiency but spaced apart by long hallways, much like the royal palace.

Finally, she reached a modest door. Behind it lay a grand bedroom with a canopied bed and a high balcony, reminiscent of Thelira's quarters—though clearly unused, given the sparse furniture and lack of personal items.

As she crossed the threshold, a dark glimmer flashed across her vision before shadows slithered over the walls and vanished. Her heterochromatic eyes lowered to the girl clinging to her neck, whose whisper tickled her ear:

"I cast a minor barrier. No sound will escape this room."

A hot tongue traced the curve of her earlobe, followed by a scalding breath.

"Mhnn... Don't hold back, Lily."

Restraint was no longer possible.

A single blink was all it took before the shapeshifter felt plush bedding against her back—

"Kyaaaaah!"

A sweet tingling sensation flooded Nia’s mind, her crimson eyes snapping straight to her own breasts.

With precise movements, Lily had already removed the top of her dress, each hand twisting one of her pink nipples in opposite directions.

"Cumming! Cumming!"

Before she could even process it, her legs buckled and she arched her backside upward.

In one burst, Nia felt a flood of her love juices gush from her vagina, each spurt synchronized with the metamorph's body trembling in ecstasy.

"You must really be at your limit if you came this fast."

With a mischievous grin, Lily surveyed her clothes. From the base of her breasts to the hem of her dress, everything was drenched with the thick, sticky love juice of her wife. While this wasn't unusual, one particular detail made the silver-haired girl lean over Nia—this time, her lips brushing against the other's ear.

“And to think that since you sat on my lap on the throne, you weren't even wearing panties~”

Nia's face burned crimson as her lewd secret was exposed. She tried to cover her eyes, but Lily deftly pinned her wrists, straddling her waist.

“Nhn… Lily…” Just the weight of her wife atop her belly nearly sent another orgasm crashing through her—but fighting to endure, Nia watched Lily slowly drag her tongue across her lips.

"Haven't I told you?" Lily purred, "Whenever you need relief, just say the word. No matter what you crave or where we are... it'll be my top priority."

As she spoke, Lily tugged her black dress down, releasing two colossal breasts. Their swollen pink nipples captivated Nia, whose pupils dilated like pulsing hearts. A thick strand of saliva dripped from Lily's parted lips—Nia strained to catch it with her tongue, but Lily closed the distance, claiming her mouth instead.

Caught off guard, Nia melted as Lily’s tongue delved deep, their mingling saliva filling the room with obscene, wet sounds. Every movement was deliberate—Lily’s tongue surging with relentless hunger, their half-naked bodies radiating shared heat.

"L-Lily! I-I’m coming... Mhgn...! Mhn...!"

Thick honey gushed from Nia's core, drenching the bedsheets and painting Lily's body in glistening streaks.

The pleasure was overwhelming—Nia kept climaxing as their kiss deepened, her hips bucking violently. Knees bending and snapping straight at a frantic pace, she made the entire bed shake. Yet no matter how much she spilled, her body kept demanding more, greedily sucking on her wife's tongue.

Lily's breasts—already taut with peaked nipples—grinded against Nia's smaller ones with feverish pressure, the sheer size difference making Nia feel consumed by her.

"C-Cumming... Mhn... Cumming!"

There was no time to recover; each orgasm crested the moment the last one faded.

Lily knew this desperate heat wouldn't be quenched so easily. Breaking the kiss, she trailed sharp nips down Nia's neck while her fingers deliberately curled inside her.

"I love you, Lily! I love you!" Nia sobbed, her voice cracking like the bedframe beneath them. Saliva dripped from her mouth as her tongue lolled out in pleasure.

As love bites bloomed across her neck and collarbone, Nia kept chanting her devotion without pause. She needed Lily to hear her. Needed her to know she was present, body and soul.

"I love you too, my darling—more than anything, I love you!"

Her heart pounded louder and louder—Lily knew her words had reached Nia.

Even their lightest touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. They craved more.

"I need to feel Lily inside me."

Nia’s tongue lolled out again as she arched back onto the bed, mouth stretched wide, arms reaching desperately. Lily didn’t need to ask; the thick cock swelling between her thighs was answer enough.

She guided the tip to Nia’s lips, then—with one smooth thrust—sheathed herself to the hilt.

"Ah... Aaah...!"

For the first time, Lily couldn’t stifle her moan. Nia’s throat was a furnace, clenching around her, while that devilish tongue still swirled at her base despite being stuffed.

They’d done this before—but tonight, this wouldn’t be enough.

"Make one too. Let’s relieve ourselves together."

All Lily had to do was press her body flush against the girl’s, and there it was: a thick, towering cock—even larger than her own—materializing before her heterochromatic eyes.

Whether it would fit inside her wasn’t the question. As she dragged her tongue from base to glistening tip, all Lily craved was to lose herself around it.

In one fluid motion, she took it deep into her throat, the rigid heat stretching her walls until her mind frayed.

“Mnhnng!

The coming storm of pleasure consumed them—hips rolling, heads bobbing, each lost in the other’s rhythm.

Connected by their cocks, they sucked each other with feverish devotion, the bed protesting beneath their synchronized thrusts.

As if sharing one mind, their hands moved in unison—each stroking the other's swollen clit with practiced devotion. Their soaked folds glistened, painting their faces with sticky nectar, yet neither slowed their relentless fingers exploring those fever-hot walls, each determined to push the other over the edge.

“Mhn... Hnnng!”

“Nhm... Nhh...”

There was no way they could call out each other’s names—their loud, ragged moans were proof enough of their ecstasy.

And then, under a wave of pleasure so overwhelming, the inevitable arrived.

From the base of their groins to the tips of their cocks, both girls felt an explosion build and burst outward. In a single, shuddering release, a flood of cum erupted from them simultaneously. The pulsing in their legs became irresistible, both trying to thrust deeper as pleasure seared through their minds.

"Mnhhg...!"

Nia adored every second. The scent of Lily’s cum was intoxicating—she craved more, so much more.

Her body trembling, Nia gripped Lily’s ass tighter, her tentacles coiling around her waist, forcing her wife’s cock even deeper inside her.

The sweet nectar pumping straight into her stomach was divine. Lily’s hot cum filled her body and mind with bliss, her back arching violently. Nia had lost count of how much she’d swallowed, but with every gulp, she only hungered for more.

"Mhn..."

"Hhn... Mhnn..."

When their battle finally ended, all Nia wanted was Lily. Her desire burned so fiercely that her body grew feverish, her slit dripped, and even her unnecessary breaths turned erratic.

The heat spreading through her body was proof her wife was with her—filling her with love, swearing to cherish her. That thought made Nia’s tongue coil tighter around Lily’s cock, sucking harder. Her mind was fogged with pleasure. She was certain her own shaft was releasing cum too, feeling Lily greedily drinking every drop.

"Mhn... Mmmgh...!"

Lily wanted more of Nia. She loved the girl madly. She wanted Nia to feel good—to flood her body with so much love she’d never doubt she was adored.

Her tight throat kept working the length of Nia’s cock while her fingers fiercely rubbed the soaked slit, massaging her clit to coax out even more orgasms inside her. Lily’s legs were already stretched taut, every muscle down to her toes clenched from relentless climaxes—but it didn’t stop her from spilling another load into her wife’s waiting stomach.

After several long minutes—every last drop of thick seed finally spent in the deepest reaches they could reach—their violent tremors began to subside. Gently, they pulled free from one another and sat up on the bed, limbs entwined in a sweaty embrace.

"Ah... Aaah..."

"Nnn... Aah... Ah..."

Their flushed faces pressed together as their damp, disheveled bodies merged into one sticky tangle. Both Lily and Nia were utterly wrecked—hair wild, clothes soaked, their very skin radiating the heat of their shared lust.

"What do you want now, my love?" Lily murmured, her arms tightening possessively around Nia’s trembling form.

Nia, meanwhile, could focus on nothing but her wife. The world beyond the silver-haired goddess before her had ceased to exist—every thought, every sense narrowed to Lily’s breath, her scent, the way her sweat-slicked skin clung to Nia’s own.

Slowly, the purple-haired girl slid her hand down her stomach, fingers brushing over that sensitive spot as a familiar, needy heat began to build once more.

"Lily—my womb! Fill my womb, please..."

Nia’s whisper dripped with raw desire. She didn’t care how lewd she sounded—she needed Lily deep inside her again. Her sweat-slicked body wouldn’t be satisfied until it was brimming with her wife’s seed.

In response, she was gently laid back onto the bed, a pair of warm lips sealing over hers as her entrance began to stretch open.

"Don’t worry, my love," Lily murmured against her mouth. "Your beloved wife will make sure you feel good~"