Chapter 292: Father Of The Elf Village!
Knowing his duty with this group was complete and every one of them had been thoroughly filled, Luca clapped his hands once and glanced toward the door with a satisfied smirk.
"It’s done, Nyx...You can come in now."
The door immediately swung open.
Nyx strode inside with two other elves following closely behind, as if they had been waiting on standby the entire time.
The four women on the bed blinked in surprise.
Tessa weakly lifted her head. "Nyx, what are you—"
Before she could finish, Nyx walked straight over, bent down low, and carefully examined the glowing tattoo just above Tessa’s mound. She even ran her fingers across it with clinical interest.
"Hmm...the tattoo formed perfectly."
Nyx said in a cool, analytical tone.
"The color gradient is excellent, and every section is fully filled. No inconsistencies."
One of the assisting elves beside her quickly scribbled notes on a clipboard as though this were a formal medical procedure.
Nyx moved to Selma next, pressing on her belly, examining her crotch, her fingers probing gently.
"Uterus feels appropriately enlarged. The walls have loosened—good. That will make delivery easier."
"That tickles." Selma complained, trying to squirm away. "Ah, don’t touch me there—"
Nyx ignored her completely. She finished her inspection of Selma and moved to Ivy, who was already trying to scoot backward across the bed.
"Noo—! I’m stuffed right now! If you push down there, everything will come out!"
Ivy protested, worried that she would push out all the seed inside of her
But Nyx ignored her completely and continued her examination.
Once she finished checking the tattoos, her gaze dropped lower, locking onto Ivy’s still-leaking pussy with intense focus before her hand slid down toward the glistening entrance.
Ivy completely freaked out, her ears flushing a bright crimson.
"Hold on, Nyx! What do you think you’re doing?!"
Before Ivy could scramble backward or do anything to defend herself, Nyx casually plunged two long fingers straight into Ivy’s overstretched pussy.
"Ah! No...mmph!" Ivy moaned out loud, her head throwing back against the pillows as the sudden invasion forced a wet gasp from her lips.
Nyx didn’t care about the moan at all. Instead, she began to gently move her fingers around inside the tight canal, hooking them deeply as if she were thoroughly sweeping the internal walls for any missing pockets.
After a thorough exploration, she looked back over her shoulder at the scribe elf and nodded in pure satisfaction.
"The entire womb has been completely flooded." Nyx happily announced. "There doesn’t seem to be a single millimeter of internal space where the Hero’s seed has not been properly implemented."
"Furthermore, her walls have loosened up perfectly from the friction, meaning that in the future, her canal will easily accommodate pushing out the Hero’s child without any structural tearing."
She pulled her wet fingers out with a loud, squelching pop.
"Nnnnn—!"
And before the four shocked elves could even process the violation—Nyx did something that made their jaws drop.
She slowly brought her fingers to her lips and licked them actually completely clean!
She tasted the thick mixture of Luca’s semen and Ivy’s love juice with a slow, contemplative hum.
Ivy covered her face in mortified shame. "Nooo— don’t taste that! That’s way too embarrassing!"
Nyx simply hummed. "The Hero’s seed is as thick and potent as always. Its quality hasn’t diminished at all."
She then moved on to Selma.
Selma tried to scoot away, but her exhausted body barely responded. "Luca, help!"
Luca watched from the head of the bed, his arms crossed, an amused smile playing on his lips.
"Sorry, Selma...This is her domain."
Nyx plunged her fingers into Selma’s pussy without ceremony, wiggling them around as she had with Ivy.
Selma moaned—part protest, part involuntary pleasure.
"Selma’s womb is also fully saturated." Nyx reported. "The Hero’s seed has been evenly distributed. No weak spots, no empty pockets."
More scribbling.
She pulled out her fingers, licked them clean, and moved to Alia.
Alia didn’t try to escape. She lay still, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her expression resigned.
She had accepted her fate.
Nyx’s fingers entered her easily and she bit her lip to keep from making any embarrassing sounds.
"Alia’s womb is...perfect." Nyx said, a note of genuine admiration in her voice. "The seed has taken root beautifully."
"I predict a very healthy pregnancy."
Alia allowed herself a small smile.
Nyx licked her fingers clean and moved to Tessa.
Tessa held up a hand. "Hold on, Nyx. Don’t you dare—"
But Nyx was already leaning down, her fingers sliding inside. Tessa gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Tessa’s womb is also fully prepared." Nyx said, her fingers moving in slow circles. "The Hero’s seed has bonded with her walls exceptionally well."
"This child will be strong."
She pulled out, licked her fingers one final time, and stood.
"The results are all perfect." She announced. "All four women have been thoroughly filled. There will be no complications with their pregnancies."
The clipboard elf finished her notes with a flourish.
Luca scratched his head. "You know, Nyx, there’s really no need for all this. We have a very obvious marker to show if they’re pregnant."
He pointed at the glowing tattoos. "It’s right there."
"How naive, Hero." Nyx scoffed, planting her hands on her hips. "A marking like that might not be correct a hundred percent of the time."
"What if there’s a false positive? What if the tattoo glows but the womb is empty?" She shook her head. "This is my personal duty. I must make sure that every woman has been properly filled."
She stepped closer to Luca, giving him a deeply dedicated, intense look.
"I also have to monitor your stamina, Luca. I need to make sure your seed hasn’t gone runny, weak, or watery after dealing with so many women."
"If the quality drops, the children won’t inherit your full strength."
Alia raised a trembling hand. "But...isn’t that a bit extreme?"
Nyx fixed her with a stern look.
"You say that, but imagine the disappointment in the future."
"An elf believes she is pregnant, only to discover months later that she is not. While the rest of the village celebrates, she is left empty, childless, alone. All because of some mishap that could have been prevented."
She pressed a hand to her chest.
"I do this for the village. For the future of our race."
Luca rolled his eyes. "To me, it seems more like you just want to play with everyone’s pussies and drink more of my semen."
Nyx didn’t respond. But the ambiguous smile that curved her lips was answer enough.
All four women on the bed blushed, realizing that no matter how lewd they had been with Luca, they could never match Nyx.
She was in a class of her own.
A true pervert among perverts!
Selma raised her hand weakly.
"Can we get those stretchers now? I want to go brag to everyone about how deep I took Luca’s cock."
Ivy nodded, still trembling. "I can’t move. I definitely need someone to carry me."
Tessa groaned. "My legs won’t stop shaking."
Alia simply lay there, her hand pressed to her belly, a dreamy smile on her face.
Nyx smiled. "Of course. But before that—"
She snapped her fingers at the second elf, who reached into her bag and pulled out several objects.
And the moment they saw them, the women’s eyes went wide.
In Nyx’s hand was a wooden penis!
Carved from smooth, polished wood, it was not very long—perhaps five inches—but its thickness was commendable.
It had leather straps attached to its base, forming a kind of harness.
"W-What is that?" Alia asked, her voice trembling.
"A plug."
Nyx said simply, stroking the dildo affectionately before explaining,
"You see, despite the Hero pumping all that seed inside you, your ungrateful pussies are pushing it out."
She pointed at the white fluid still leaking from their holes, dripping slowly onto the sheets.
"We can’t have that." She continued sternly. "The Hero’s seed is a gift from the heavens. We would be fools to push it out and deny that gift. So this—"
She held up the wooden plug.
"—will keep everything inside."
She walked over to Alia, spread her legs, and began pushing the dildo inside.
Alia whimpered. "Oh—it’s cold—"
"Of course it’s cold." Nyx said briskly. "It’s wood. But you’ll get used to it. Your pussy has already been stretched by the Hero’s cock—this should slide right in."
She pushed deeper, until the plug was fully seated, then fastened the straps around Alia’s waist.
Alia looked down at herself, at the leather harness holding the wooden shaft inside her, and felt her face burn.
She looked like she was wearing a chastity belt. A very, very perverse chastity belt.
Selma received the same treatment, the plug settling into her with a wet squelch.
"It’s hard and weird." She complained. "Luca’s cock is much better...so warm and nice. This just feels like a obstruction."
Ivy whimpered as her plug was inserted, her hips twitching. "It’s weird. I don’t know if I like it."
Tessa held up a hand. "I can do it myself—"
Nyx smiled sweetly. "Oh, it’s no trouble at all."
She pushed the plug into Tessa with practiced ease, and Tessa could only lie back and accept her fate.
Soon, all four women were wearing the strange devices—leather harnesses around their waists, wooden shafts buried deep in their pussies, the handles protruding slightly.
They looked obscene. They looked erotic.
They looked like they had been claimed.
Seeing this, Luca’s cock, which had softened slightly during Nyx’s inspection, began to harden again at the sight.
Nyx noticed the sudden reaction in Luca’s lap and clapped her hands together with a delighted laugh.
"Perfect! Now, come along, ladies. Take the four of them out to the recovery tents."
Immediately, two more strong attendant elves entered the room carrying heavy wooden stretchers.
They carefully lifted the four bound, whimpering women onto the canvas and began to carry them out the door.
Alia looked back at Luca as she was carried out.
"What about the Hero—I mean, what about Luca?"
Nyx shook her head. "The Hero still has duties to perform. There are still batches waiting outside."
Alia’s gulped in surprise before she looked at Luca, expecting to see exhaustion, fatigue, some sign that he needed rest.
Instead, he was already stroking his cock, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He looked like a man on a mission.
Seeing how ready he was, she felt a surge of pride.
Her man. So capable. So tireless. So utterly, impossibly strong.
As the stretchers carried them out, Luca waved.
They waved back, their hands trembling, their bodies still quivering with aftershocks.
The door closed behind them.
Silence.
That is until the next batch entered—shy, nervous, their eyes darting around the room, taking in the ruined sheets, the smell of sex, the sight of the Hero standing in the center of it all, ready and waiting.
Luca wasted no time and Luca fucked them all in every position imaginable.
He fucked them gently, he fucked them roughly, he fucked them slowly, he fucked them fast.
He filled their pussies, their mouths, their asses. He made them scream, made them cry, made them beg for more.
Batch after batch, they came and went.
Some were loud, some were quiet, some cried tears of joy, some laughed with delight.
Each one left with a glowing tattoo on her belly, a wooden plug strapped between her legs, and a smile of pure, satisfied bliss.
The stretchers came and went.
The hospital filled with pregnant women.
The village buzzed with excitement.
This continued late into the night.
By the time the final elf was carried away, every single woman in the village had been thoroughly bred by Luca.
Their sacred marks shone like stars, and their bellies were full of his potent seed.
Luca stood alone in his ruined room, breathing heavily but smiling with deep satisfaction.
The entire village now carried his children.
And just like that, he has taken his first step to becoming the Father of the entire demi-human continent!