Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Nyx pulled back from the kiss, her lips still tingling, and turned to look at her collection.

The devices lined the walls like silent soldiers, each one a testament to years of suppressed rage, years of unfulfilled fantasies.

She then let out a deep sigh, and something in her expression shifted, a rare moment of vulnerability that Luca had learned to recognize.

"You know what’s the saddest part, Hero?" She picked up a nearby device, turning it over in her hands. "Even though I’ve made so many of these over the years, I haven’t used them a single time."

Luca blinked. "Really? Why not?"

"What do you mean, why not?"

She looked at him like he had just asked the most obvious question in the world.

"If you want to practice archery, you use a target. If you want to practice swordsmanship, you use a dummy."

"To use these devices, I need victims. And where am I supposed to get those? It’s not like they volunteer."

Luca nodded slowly. "That...actually makes sense."

She crossed her arms, pouting slightly. "Of course it makes sense!"

"What about chickens?" He asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. "You hate them so much. You could test your devices on them, right?"

Nyx narrowed her eyes at him.

"Just a moment ago you were telling me I wasn’t sadistic, that I was kind-hearted and all that nonsense...and now you’re suggesting I test my devices on those poor chickens?"

Luca immediately put on a guilty expression, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nyx shrugged, though her tone remained serious.

"Even though I despise them quite a lot, I don’t want to torture an animal just for my own amusement. I’d much rather have someone who truly deserves it sitting in that chair over there."

She pointed toward a heavy wooden chair fitted with thick leather straps, clearly designed to hold someone in place.

"But unfortunately, I never really got the chance. I thought I could use it on the male elves..."

A wild, dangerous spark flashed in her eyes for a moment before fading.

"But because of all the restrictions we have, I can’t do that either. I would mess everything up."

She looked around the shed with genuine sorrow.

"So here I am. A shed full of beautiful devices and no one to test them on."

She said it like it was the greatest tragedy of her life.

Luca watched her for a moment, his expression contemplative. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

"Nyx." He said, his voice teasing. "Do you really want someone to torture? Someone who deserves death?"

"Someone you can do whatever you want to?"

Nyx rolled her eyes, but a hopeful smile tugged at her mouth.

"That would be my greatest wish, Hero. After I got to shoot that guy you brought over the other day and tear him into pieces, there’s been this certain emotion running through my veins that I can’t shake off."

Her eyes grew fanatical.

"Every single night, I dream of experiencing that again. If I could feel that just one more time, I would truly be the happiest woman alive."

Luca’s knowing smile widened. "Hold on a second, Nyx."

Before she could ask what he meant, a portal opened behind him. He stepped through and disappeared.

Nyx blinked. She waited. The shed felt suddenly empty without him.

Then he was back.

And...he wasn’t alone.

He was holding onto a human man—gagged, dirty, disheveled, his clothes torn and stained.

The man’s eyes darted around the room in sheer terror, taking in the knives, the hammers, the devices with their cruel spikes and teeth. He tried to scream, but the gag muffled the sound.

Nyx’s breath caught. A look of dawning realization spread across her face. She grabbed Luca’s sleeve, her fingers digging into the fabric.

"Hero...." She whispered. "Is this...did you actually..."

Luca gave her an appreciative smile.

"It’s exactly what you think."

He shoved the struggling man toward the chair.

"I brought over one of the humans who committed a lot of crimes back on the human continent. He deserves something much worse than death."

He forced the man into the chair and began strapping him down securely.

"He’s the ideal candidate for whatever you want to do to him."

Nyx could hardly believe what she was hearing. It felt like a dream. She had imagined this moment for so long, someone actually sitting in her chair, helpless and ready.

So many times she had pictured it being Julius, or another arrogant male elf, or even the emperor of the human race. But she had always believed it would remain nothing more than a fantasy.

Now, seeing a real man gagged and thrashing on her chair, begging silently with terrified eyes, Nyx felt as if she were floating.

She looked at Luca with shining, hopeful eyes.

"So...I can really do whatever I want? I don’t have to hold back anymore? I can...I can cut him up, chop him into pieces, drill holes into him, slice his flesh off, gouge out his eyes..."

She glanced back at the man, her voice growing eager.

"I can do anything I want to him?"

The man screamed desperately into his gag, thrashing wildly, but Luca didn’t even glance at him.

"Of course, Nyx. Just think of it as a present from me—for all the years you’ve been holding back and quietly taking care of the village."

He let out a wry chuckle.

"Of course, I’m used to giving flowers and sweets to other girls as gifts. This is the first time I’m giving a man who deserves death, so I don’t quite know what to feel about it."

Nyx grabbed his shoulders, rose onto her tiptoes, and kissed him—fierce and grateful and full of desperate joy.

"You should feel proud, Hero." Her voice was thick with emotion. "You made this elf very happy today."

Luca looked at her with warm, loving eyes. Then he gestured toward the strapped-down man with a casual tilt of his head.

"Go on then. I got him fresh and ready for you. He’ll go stale if you keep him waiting."

He said it as casually as if he were talking about a vegetable left out too long.

Nyx turned to look at the man, and her expression transformed. Her eyes gleamed. Her smile turned sharp, sadistic, hungry.

"Oh no." She murmured, rubbing her hands together. "What should I do first? What should I do? I’m so excited!"

She bounced on her heels like a little girl on a field trip, surveying her collection.

"Should I chop him up? Cut his ears off? Break open his shoulders? There are so many options! I’m honestly overwhelmed!"

She looked at Luca, practically vibrating with indecision.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Luca leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"This is your moment, Nyx. Just follow what your heart tells you."

Nyx paused. She took a deep breath, centering herself. Then she turned, walked to the wall, and took down the knee-crushing device.

Luca strapped the man down while Nyx positioned the device over his knees. The man didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it.

But he could feel its weight, its cold metal, its terrible purpose. He screamed into his gag, pleaded with his eyes, begged for mercy that would not come.

But Nyx just began to turn the knob.

At first, the pressure was mild. The man felt a dull ache, nothing more.

But Nyx kept turning, kept increasing the pressure, and slowly, inexorably, his knees began to compress.

The pain grew sharper, more focused, until he could feel his bones beginning to shift, to crack, to give way.

Blood seeped through his trousers.

"NNNNGGHH—AAAAAA!"

Nyx watched his face contort, listened to his muffled screams, and felt something bloom inside her. Something warm. Something right.

She was about to crush his knee completely when she paused and looked back at Luca.

"What exactly did he do?" She asked, genuinely curious. "What crimes did he commit?"

Luca watched the scene with detached amusement.

"He’s a bandit. He likes to ambush caravans traveling through the forest. He kills the men, and then he rapes the women. He’s quite prolific at it."

Nyx’s smile turned serene. "Perfect. Just perfect."

She met the man’s pleading eyes.

"Just what I wanted to hear."

She twisted the knob fully.

The man’s knee shattered with a wet, crunching sound.

"HRRRK—AAAAAAGH!"

He screamed, a high, keening wail that filled the shed and echoed off the walls. He thrashed against the chair, but the straps held firm. Blood dripped onto the floor.

Nyx felt euphoria wash over her. Her entire body grew warm, flushed, alive. She was experiencing pleasure unlike anything she had felt before—a deep, primal satisfaction that made her toes curl.

But Luca’s voice cut through her reverie.

"Don’t just stop there, Nyx. He’s already bleeding. If you wait too long, he’ll die before you get to do anything else..."

"...And I’m sure you want to try out more than one device."

Nyx snapped back to attention. "Right, you’re totally right, Hero!"

She grabbed the next device—one designed for feet—and clamped it over the man’s toes.

She turned the screws, and they began to burrow into his skin, his flesh, his bones.

"WWWW-RRRRAAAAAAA!"

He screamed as they dug deeper, as they embedded themselves in his very marrow.

But she didn’t stop.

She brought out device after device.

One to pull chunks of flesh from his body.

One to skin him alive, strip by strip.

She used her knives to cut off his nipples, to carve patterns into his chest.

Another device drilled into his spine.

Another bored into his skull.

She worked with the focus of an artist, the precision of a surgeon, the joy of a child on Christmas morning.

Her smile grew wider with each scream, each spray of blood, each piece of flesh that fell to the floor.

The man lasted longer than anyone would have expected. He clung to life with desperate tenacity, even as his body was systematically destroyed.

But eventually, he died.

What remained was barely recognizable as human.

Some parts had been crushed. Others had been carved away. Still others had been burned, drilled, or torn. His blood pooled beneath the chair, soaking into the wooden floor.

Nyx stood over him, panting, heaving, her face splattered with red. Her whole body trembled with excitement.

She could feel her pussy throbbing, soaked through her underwear. She had to lean against Luca for support.

"I only used about twenty percent of my devices." She said, almost disappointed. "I have so many more I wanted to try."

Luca looked at the corpse, then at her. "Just wait another second."

He opened another portal and stepped through. When he returned, he didn’t come back with one man.

He came back with five.

They were all gagged, all bound, all trembling with terror. Luca herded them into the shed like a shepherd bringing sheep to slaughter.

"Delivery for you, Nyx." He said with a grin. "Five fresh criminals, hot off the oven. All yours."

Nyx’s face lit up. She threw herself at Luca, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

"Hero! Hero! I love you so much!"

Then she spun around and surveyed her new victims.

"Which one do I choose? Which one? Oh, I’m so excited!"

She picked one at random. Luca strapped him to the chair. And Nyx began again.

This time, she took her time. She stretched his suffering across several minutes, using device after device, watching him fade in and out of consciousness, keeping him alive through sheer force of will.

She wanted to use everything. Every knife, every hammer, every intricate contraption she had poured her rage into over the years.

She made it through most of her collection before he finally died.

Then she moved on to the next one.

And the next.

And the next.

The other prisoners screamed and cried as they watched their companions die, one by one, in increasingly horrific ways.

"GYAAAAA—H-HHH..."

"UUUUU-GGGGHHHH-AAAA!"

"SKREEEE-AAAAHH!"

They had expected execution—quick, merciful, painless.

Not an elf—supposedly elegant, graceful, noble to take such savage pleasure in their destruction.

But Nyx did not care. She was in her element. She was living her dream.

By the time she finished, six corpses lay scattered across the floor. Blood covered every surface. The smell of death hung thick in the air.

And Nyx stood in the middle of it all, her face flushed, her body humming, her soul at peace.

She had done it. She had accomplished her lifelong dream, the dream she had never truly believed would come true.

And it was all because of Luca.

The man who had saved her sister. The man who had saved her village.

The man who had seen the darkest parts of her and somehow, impossibly, loved her anyway.

She was so grateful, so happy, so excited, that she wanted to give something back to him—something meaningful.

Just as Luca was looking around at the carnage and about to ask if she wanted a few more ’volunteers’ to test the rest of her devices, Nyx’s voice came out playful yet deeply seductive.

"Hero...Just like you got a whole lot of presents for me, I’ve got a present for you as well."

"...Just look over here."

Luca turned around curiously, wondering what she had prepared.

He expected perhaps one of her devices as a keepsake. Even if he wasn’t particularly interested, he would accept it graciously.

But the moment he saw what she was offering, he froze, taking an involuntary step back as his throat went dry.

It wasn’t a knife or a torture device.

Instead, Nyx was bent over one of the sturdy tables, her ass arched high into the air, completely naked from the waist down.

She had pulled her dress up and was spreading her plump cheeks wide open with both hands, revealing her small, tight, glistening anus.

It quivered slightly, already slick with oil she had clearly prepared in advance.

Luca’s throat went dry. "Nyx...what is this? What are you doing?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her smile soft and full of love.

"I made a promise, Hero. I said that if you saved the village, if you brought my sister back to herself, if you did what a Hero was supposed to do—I would offer you my anal virginity."

She spread herself wider.

"You’ve done all of that. And more. So how can I possibly hold back any longer?"

She wiggled her hips.

"Tonight, I’m offering you my ass. Take it, Hero. Take the reward you deserve."

Luca stared at her. At the way she was presenting herself. At the way her anus seemed to pulse, waiting for him.

"And don’t worry about your penis fitting in or not." She let out a devilish giggle. "Every single night for the past few days, I’ve been massaging my anus...fingering it...widening myself up. Even though it will be a tight fit, I’ll be able to manage.

She pushed back against the air, as if imagining him inside her.

"So go ahead, Hero. Drive that fat, massive cock into my asshole."

"Fuck it so hard that it stays loose for the rest of my life!"