Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Nyx watched the final batch of elves were carried away on stretchers, their bodies limp, their faces frozen in expressions of pure, transcendent bliss.

And seeing this, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over her.

For two days, she had been the architect of this miracle—scheduling, organizing, coordinating, making sure every woman of childbearing age had her turn with the Hero.

She had argued with the hesitant, coaxed the fearful, and physically dragged the reluctant.

She had tracked cycles, monitored recovery times, and calculated optimal impregnation windows with the precision of a general planning a campaign.

And it had worked.

Every single eligible woman in the village was now pregnant.

The little ones and the elders, those past the age of bearing children were the only ones left untouched.

But every healthy womb, every woman capable of carrying a child, had been bred.

A beautiful smile spread across her face, soft and genuine, a stark contrast to her usual sharp-edged grins.

She couldn’t help but think back to the day Luca first arrived—the suspicion, the hostility, the way everyone had viewed him as a threat.

Now he was the most beloved person in the village, the father of their future children.

What a turn of events.

She then realized she needed to share this happiness with Luca. She needed to see his face, to stand beside him, to bask in the glow of what they had accomplished together.

So she made her way from the platform, her steps light, her heart full.

But the moment she stepped into his bedroom, she froze.

She was used to the state of the bed by now—the sheets were beyond ruined, soaked with so many fluids that they had achieved a sort of grotesque saturation.

She had expected that.

What she had not expected was Luca standing in the middle of the floor, naked and for some reason he was thrusting his hips and humping the air.

His face wore a peculiar expression—half-concentrated, half-bewildered, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle that his own body refused to cooperate with.

Nyx’s brow furrowed. She walked over slowly, circling him like a scientist observing a strange specimen.

"What exactly are you doing, Hero?"

She asked before teasingly saying,

"Is there some sort of ghost of an elven ancestor in front ofme? Are you also trying to impregnate a ghost?" She smiled, stepping closer. "You’re truly following your duties perfectly, not even letting a ghost escape."

Luca’s smile was awkward, almost embarrassed as he said,

"It’s not that, Nyx. It’s just that..."

He looked down at his hips, which continued their relentless motion. His cock, still semi-hard, flopped up and down with each thrust.

"...I’ve been thrusting non-stop for two days straight. And even though everything’s over, my hips just...keep moving. They got used to the motion."

He tried to hold them still with his hands, but the moment he let go, they started again.

"I can’t make them stop." He said in dismay.

Nyx watched for a moment, her expression shifting from confusion to amusement to something softer.

"Let me help you with that.

Then she stepped forward, raised her hand, and delivered a sharp smack to Luca’s bare ass.

Smack!

"Ow!" Luca jumped, his hips jerking to a halt. "What the hell was that for, Nyx?"

Nyx pointed at his hips, her expression triumphant.

"Look. The movement is finally gone."

Luca glanced down. His hips were still. The relentless thrusting had stopped.

He blinked in surprise.

"Well...thank you for that." He rubbed his stinging cheek, then fixed her with a slightly annoyed look. "But that doesn’t mean you can go around slapping my ass like that. As a man, it’s quite shameful, you know!"

"Oh, come on, Hero!~"

Nyx pressed herself against him, her body warm and soft, her eyes sparkling with endearing mischief.

"Weren’t you the one who told me about gender equality from your world?"

She tilted her head innocently. "That’s exactly what I’m doing! You’ve spanked my ass plenty of times. I’m just returning the favor."

Luca opened his mouth to argue, but she was already continuing, her eyes lighting up with a dangerous gleam that made him shiver.

"Speaking of things you’ve done to me that I’d like to do to you..."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I just realized something."

"That contraption we made earlier—the strap-on plug—if I took it and instead of putting the wooden penis on the inside, I put it on the outside...and then wore it..."

Her hand slid down to stroke his semi-hard cock. "I would have a cock. Just like yours."

Luca did not like the direction this was going.

She bit her lip, licked it, and continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"And with this fake cock on my crotch, I could act just like you. I could insert it inside you too."

Luca’s face went pale. More terrified than he would have been if the entire world’s army had marched against him, he stammered.

"B-But Nyx, I-I don’t have a hole like you. It’s impossible!"

"What are you talking about?" Nyx leaned closer, her smile widening. "You have a hole right here."

Her hand, which had been resting on his back, slid slowly downward until it reached his ass. Luca gulped.

"I could take that massive wooden rod and slide it right inside you."

Luca jerked upright, shaking his head so violently his hair whipped across his face.

"No! No, no, no! That’s not happening! Not on my watch!"

Nyx puffed out her cheeks in an adorable pout.

"Come on, Hero! Just give it a try!"

"Not to mention, I’ve let you do so many hardcore things to me. You bent me in ways my body could barely handle. I’m basically your slave."

She widened her eyes, making them impossibly large and pleading.

"This is the least you can do, right?"

Luca crossed his arms. "There’s no chance in hell I’m letting you do something like that, Nyx."

He narrowed his eyes in a stern manner and added,

"And if you ever bring it up again, I’ll abstain from any intimacy for an entire week."

Nyx’s mouth snapped shut and she stared at him with a wronged expression, like a puppy that had been denied a treat.

An entire week without his touch? Without his cock?!

The thought was unbearable! She couldn’t imagine surviving that long.

Luca on the other hand exhaled in relief, silently vowing never to speak of gender equality again.

He would keep things firmly in the stone age, just in case anyone else got any ideas about his back door.

And to make sure Nyx didn’t bring it up again, he quickly placed a hand over her shoulder and guided her outside onto the platform.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light across the village.

The air was cool and fresh after the stuffiness of the bedroom, and Nyx leaned into him, her body relaxing.

"The villagers." Luca said. "Are they all alright?"

Nyx looked toward a nearby treehouse that had been converted into a hospital. Warm light spilled from its windows, and she could hear the faint murmur of voices—women talking, laughing, comparing notes.

"They’re alright. Most of the impregnated villagers are resting in the hospital we expanded just for them. They’re sharing stories about how they took such a massive sword inside them."

She grabbed onto his semi-hard dick and stroked it slowly, her fingers tracing its length like an obedient wife who always knew how to pleasure her husband. Luca watched her, satisfied.

"They’re even competing." Nyx continued. "To figure out who had the hardest time, who was the most passionate, and who took the most seed."

"Well, if they’re wondering who has the most seed inside them, it’s not any of them..."

Luca glanced back at his house, a distraught expression crossing his face.

"...It’s my mattress."

Nyx raised an eyebrow.

"I don’t know what kind of frame you used to build that bed, but it sure took a battering. The mattress, on the other hand—"

He looked away, shaking his head.

"I think we’re going to have to throw it out. There’s so much liquid soaked into it that there’s no way I’m ever using it again. Better to burn it."

But the moment he mentioned that, Nyx’s hand tightened on his cock in alarm.

"No! Never!" She shook her head vehemently, pressing her free hand to her chest. "There’s no need to throw away such a relic!"

"A relic?"

"It’s a treasure!" Her eyes shone with fervent conviction. "It’s where the beginning of our new village was marked. Where so many new babies were formed!"

"In the future, when our children ask where they were made, we have to show them exactly where it happened."

Luca stared at her in dismay. This was a new level of crazy, even for Nyx.

"That’s why." She continued, her voice growing more passionate. "I’ll be taking the mattress and the bed away. I’ll store them for now. Eventually, I’ll build a museum to display them—to show off our elven heritage."

She gave him a sly, sideways glance.

"And maybe I’ll use it myself as well." Her face flushed. "Fill it with the scent of you and the villagers. Touching myself in that bed must feel wonderful."

Luca stared at her for a long moment. Then he smiled.

"You little pervert."

He captured her lips, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply. She responded in kind, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing against his.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

They kissed like the passionate lovers they were—he devoted to the Hero, she devoted to the batshit-crazy elf in front of him.

They could have kissed all night, lost in each other, the world fading away.

But eventually, Luca thought of something.

He pulled back, though he didn’t let go of her ass—his hand continued to play with her plump cheeks, squeezing and kneading.

"What about Leona, Luna, and Lulu? Where are they? Are they helping at the hospital?"

Nyx nodded. "They were, yes." She glanced down at the village below. "But then they went to take care of matters regarding the meeting of the demi-human races."

"The leaders are arriving in three days, and they’re busy preparing."

She smiled softly as she happily added,

"Lulu and Luna are so enthusiastic about helping their mother. And Leona is glad to have her daughters’ support in her duties."

Luca looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

"The demi-human meeting, huh? I guess it’s finally happening." He looked down at Nyx. "What do you think my chances are at convincing them?"

"Nil, Hero." She didn’t even hesitate. "They absolutely do not want to hear anything from you."

Luca whined. "At least hesitate a little bit."

Nyx shook her head.

"I can only speak the truth. After what the Goddess showed them in their dreams, I don’t think anyone has a good impression of you."

She frowned and thoughtfully adviced,

You’re going to have to work very hard to convince them that you’re not a threat. That the Hero actually came to save them."

Luca rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed in concentration. Nyx tilted her head.

"Hero? What’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer immediately. He kept thinking, his eyes distant, his fingers drumming against his chin.

Then, slowly, a smug smile spread across his face.

"I’ve got it!" He said excitedly. "I found a way to make sure that no one will see me as a threat anymore!"

Nyx’s eyes lit up.

"What’s the plan, Hero? A speech? A grand, rousing speech that will change their hearts?"

"No." He shook his head. "Not a speech."

"A demonstration of power? A display of strength?"

"Not that either."

She frowned. "Then what?"

Luca’s smile widened. "A performance."

Nyx blinked. "A performance?"

"Yep. And it’s not just me who’s going to perform."

He squeezed her ass.

"You. Leona. Luna. Lulu. Every single member of this village. Even the children and the elders."

Nyx raised an eyebrow. "The children? The elders?"

"Especially them." He nodded. "The little ones will love what I have planned. And the elders..." He paused, shrugged. "They’ve been cooped up inside for too long. They should join in the fun as well."

Nyx studied his face, trying to read his expression.

"I don’t know what exactly you’re planning, Hero, but judging by the look on your face, it seems quite exciting."

She smiled. "Count me in. I’ll make sure every villager participates."

Luca nodded. "I’ll tell you all about it later—what we need to do, what the performance will be."

Then his expression shifted. His eyes grew dark, hungry.

"But for now..."

He rubbed his hands together with anticipation.

"Let me go fuck some more elves."

Nyx froze. Her brain stuttered. "...What?"

"I’m said going to fuck some more elves."

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world before looking towards the hospital.

"You said they’re all in the hospital, right? I’m going to go over there and give them another round of pumping."

"But Hero—" Nyx shook her head, trying to process. "We’ve already accomplished our duty. There’s no need for you to do anything else. They’re all pregnant!"

But Luca just scoffed. "Who said I’m doing this just to make them pregnant?"

He grabbed his cock and began stroking it, a lustful look in his eyes. To Nyx’s utter dismay, his semi-hard shaft began to rise, standing tall like a titan awakening from slumber.

"Just thinking about the fact that a whole village of elves has been impregnated by me..." He said, his voice thick with desire. "...that they’re all talking about me right now, about my dick, about what I did to them...it makes me so fucking hot."

He gripped his cock harder, and it grew harder in response.

"I just want to go over there, pull out their plugs, and start filling them up again. I want to utterly destroy them!"

Nyx stared at him in genuine shock.

"Hero." She said carefully. "Aren’t you the least bit tired? You’ve been going at it for two days straight."

She looked down at his cock.

"Little Hero needs some rest too. He’s been working so hard. You can’t treat him like a slave who doesn’t need a break."

Luca scoffed again. "It’s alright, Nyx. The one who wants it the most is actually my penis. It’s begging me to go start filling up some holes."

As if it could hear him, his cock wobbled up and down, nodding in agreement.

"So don’t stop me, Nyx. I have a whole lot of seed stored up deep in my balls." He shook them for emphasis. "I need a place to vent it all out!"