Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

It was the morning of the next day, and Luca looked particularly enthusiastic right now.

A look of vigor brightened his face, and a bright, lively glint sparkled in his eyes. He felt refreshed today, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders after a long, satisfying night.

Yesterday had left him honestly devastated.

Leona had stopped him right at the very last point, refusing to let him truly become one with her, and it had stung more than he cared to admit.

It wasn’t just Leona—Lulu had done the same, pulling back at the critical moment, and even Nyx had played with his feelings like that, teasing him to the edge only to leave him hanging.

If it hadn’t been for Luna, who had been willing to go all out for his sake, he knew he might have had a genuine mental breakdown with how the entire family kept teasing and denying him.

But fortunately, he had found release with Esme.

The passionate night he spent with her had been exactly what he needed, and it hadn’t stopped there. He had been bombarded from all sides by other elves who joined in on the fun, and he had not pushed a single one of them away.

All of them had the time of their life.

Luca had smashed into one with his thick cock while taking two others at the same time, using his hands to finger another while his mouth sucked hungrily on the breasts of yet another.

He spread open the tight asshole of one and used his tongue to eat out someone else, switching between them with tireless energy.

Even though he had been completely outnumbered, the ones who ended up suffering were not him, but all those girls.

They had thought that with so many of them together they would be able to take the mighty hero down and turn it into a glorious achievement—something they could brag about later, that they had conquered Luca together.

But the script had flipped completely.

Luca had been the one who made them beg, moan, and scream until they became trembling, shivering messes.

Some had even tried to escape when the pleasure grew too overwhelming, but he had simply pulled them back and started fucking them over and over again without mercy.

By morning, all six elves including Esme were completely battered and bruised, their bodies covered in hickeys and love marks.

The bed, which had already been quite small, was now utterly drenched in bodily fluids. Every single one of them was exhausted beyond words and could not even move a finger.

Luca had actually needed to send two more elves to help carry them out.

Those two had been shocked beyond belief when they stepped inside and saw the sight—bodies scattered everywhere like they had been through a war.

For a terrifying second they thought the girls had died, but when they checked their breathing, they realized the poor things were simply in a deep, satisfied sleep.

Because of that wild, unrestrained night, Luca had been able to vent out everything he had been holding inside, and he felt quite happy and refreshed now.

Surprisingly, he had also discovered something new.

Just like how Luna had gained a beautiful tattoo near her crotch area after they had sex, the same thing had happened with these elves.

They too now bore similar markings, though each had a slightly different pattern while keeping the same overall design—like a delicate uterus.

It had surprised him at first.

But what surprised him even more was the bracelet of tattoos that had appeared around his own wrist.

There were seven small, unique designs lined up neatly, each one representing something special.

One looked like a tiny, cute little book, another like a beautiful flower, a third like a small branch, and so on.

Each one represented one of the women he had been with, reflecting their personalities in some way.

Luna’s was a tiny book—fitting for someone who wrote everything down and constantly sought knowledge.

Pela, who managed the biggest flower garden had a beautiful blossom.

Delsa, who’s responsibility was to trim overgrown branches had a small branch.

They were delicate, intricate, beautiful.

He also could feel a connection between the tattoos and the women, like there was something binding them together.

But it hadn’t been unlocked yet. He suspected it would only activate when he truly impregnated them—when the sacred mark the goddess had mentioned finally came into full effect.

But that was a problem for later.

Right now, he needed a bath.

He was covered in bodily fluids—squirt, sweat, blood from the virgins he had claimed and he desperately needed to get clean.

But just as he got near the lake, he suddenly felt something push him back, as if an invisible wall had stopped him for a split second.

He looked around in surprise, but no matter where he searched, there was nothing there. So he simply thought it was the wind or some strange morning breeze and continued forward.

But when he drew a little closer, he realized he was not the only one there. Splashing noises echoed from the water, like someone was bathing.

He assumed it was another elf enjoying the cool lake, but the more he listened, the less it sounded like an elf at all.

There were also clopping noises, like the hooves of an animal hitting against the ground, mixed with soft neighing.

He wondered if a horse had wandered over to take a bath, so he curiously went closer to check.

But when he peeked through the bushes and saw what was making all those noises—Luca was so shocked that he couldn’t help but take a step back and rub his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming.

But no matter how many times he blinked, the vision remained.

In front of him stood a beautiful white horse—beautiful was honestly an understatement.

It was probably the most enchanting horse he had ever seen in his entire life.

Its body was perfectly proportional, the kind that would make any equestrian drool with envy. The coat was a flawless, shining white that seemed to glow under the morning sun.

A long, silky white mane flowed like liquid silk, and the tail was equally magnificent. The eyes were especially striking—large, expressive, glittering with long, elegant lashes.

He immediately knew it was a mare. But what truly took his breath away was the single white horn spiraling between her ears, tapering to a sharp, elegant point.

In that moment, he realized he was not looking at just any horse.

He was staring at a real, living unicorn straight out of a fantasy tale!

Luca’s heart raced. He had known this world was full of wonders—different races, magical creatures, things he had only read about in fantasy novels.

But seeing a unicorn with his own eyes was something else entirely.

This was exactly why he had come to a new world. He had explored everything in his old world, seen everything, done everything. But here, there were still surprises. Still magic. Still wonder.

He just stood there, staring, feeling like a child again.

Unfortunately, even though he wanted to stay at a respectful distance and simply watch without disturbing the beautiful creature, things did not go that way.

The unicorn, who had been happily bathing and enjoying the cool water with a content, almost smiling expression on her face, suddenly noticed Luca standing there.

And the moment her eyes landed on him, she let out a loud, startled neigh and took several quick steps back, as if she had been caught doing something she should not.

It looked...embarrassed. Flustered. Like a girl who had been caught bathing naked.

Luca shook his head. That was ridiculous. It was a horse. An animal. It couldn’t feel embarrassment.

But then the unicorn’s expression shifted.

The embarrassment vanished, replaced by pure, incandescent rage. Its eyes blazed. Its tail swished angrily. Its teeth bared.

It was offended. Deeply, personally offended.

Seeing this, Luca held up his hands, backing away slowly.

"There, there, girl. There’s no need to get angry. I’m not trying to attack you or anything."

But the unicorn didn’t care about what Luca was saying and instead looked at him like he was her mortal enemy.

And just like enemy, it wanted to attack!

So, suddenly it lowered its head, horn pointing directly at Luca, and charged.

Luca’s eyes widened. He sidestepped at the last possible moment, feeling the horn brush past his hip.

The unicorn skidded to a stop, whirled around, and glared at him.

"Okay." Luca said, still backing away. "I get it. You’re upset. But there’s no need to get so aggressive, right? I didn’t mean to—"

The unicorn charged again.

But he dodged again.

"I know wild horses are feisty, but trying to stab me in the butt seems a bit extreme!"

Another charge. Another dodge.

The unicorn was fast, incredibly fast. But Luca was faster.

He sidestepped, weaved, spun, each movement effortless, almost lazy. He was smiling now, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting him.

"You’re worse than a bull." He said, laughing. "And bulls are famously aggressive."

"NEIGH!!!!!"

The unicorn stomped its hooves, clearly offended by the comparison. It let out a furious neigh, shook its mane, and charged again.

Luca sighed, "Alright, I think that’s enough."

This time, instead of dodging, he moved into the charge. His hand shot out, grabbing the unicorn’s neck, and he used its own momentum to swing himself onto its back.

The unicorn went absolutely berserk.

"NEIGH! NEIGHHH!!! NEIGHHHH!!!!"

It bucked and reared and twisted, trying to throw him off. It galloped in circles, then sprinted toward the trees, then swerved at the last moment.

It kicked and screamed and did everything in its power to dislodge him.

But Luca held on.

"Easy, girl." He said, stroking its neck. "Easy. I’m not going to hurt you."

But the unicorn was absolutely not having it. Every fiber of its being seemed to rebel against the indignity of being ridden.

It bucked and twisted, trying to shake him off, and even twisted its neck to try and stab him with its horn. But Luca just laughed, dodging each attempt with casual ease.

"Easy there." He said, grinning. "That thing looks sharp. You don’t really want to poke me, do you?"

But she absolutely did want to poke him. She wanted to poke him very much.

But no matter what she did, he evaded every strike, treating her desperate attempts to dislodge him like a fun game at a rodeo.

And seeing how he was casually playing around while she struggled desperately, the unicorn actually started tearing up, to Luca’s utter dismay.

There were actual tears glistening in her eyes, as if this was the most humiliating moment of her entire existence.

Seeing her pityful gaze, even Luca felt a pang of guilt. He stroked her neck gently and said,

"Hey there, there’s no need to cry. This isn’t something a majestic horse—I mean, a unicorn is supposed to weep about."

Then he chuckled softly and added,

"If anyone’s going to cry, it should be me—since you’re the one who attacked me first."

The unicorn’s tears stopped. Her eyes blazed with renewed outrage.

How dare he turn this around on her?!

But she also knew she knew wasn’t going to win this by strength alone. She needed something else. Something special.

Suddenly, the horn that had been perfectly normal moments ago began to glow and shine with a sparkling white light.

An orb of pure light formed at the very tip.

Luca immediately had a bad premonition and tried to get off, but before he could, the orb exploded—BOOM!

It was like a small explosion, but instead of fire, a wave of brilliant light blasted outward.

The moment that light struck his body, it sent him flying at full speed, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer. He soared through the air and smashed hard into a tree beside the lake.

SMASH!

The unicorn herself, who had used some sort of powerful spell, now looked slightly tired, as if she had exhausted a great deal of energy.

But she was finally free from Luca’s clutches. She glared at him with pure indignation, as if saying—

"I’ll remember this. I’ll remember this and pay you back tenfold."

—before sprinting away at full speed like a humiliated girl fleeing the scene of her defeat.

Luca picked himself up, brushing leaves from his clothes, and scratched his head in wonder.

"What...the hell? Did I just get attacked by a unicorn right now?"

Then he could not help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. After all, he had actually gotten to ride her for a few moments.

But then his expression turned thoughtful.

"But what exactly is going on? Why exactly is a unicorn here?" He looked around curiously. "Are unicorns common here or something? Why haven’t I ever seen one before?"

It was all quite confusing. He had never encountered such a mythological beast in this world until now.

But when he glanced down at himself and saw his current condition—he was even more shocked!