Chapter 435: Mastering His Sword
The morning of the following day dawned beautifully over the centaur village. The air was fresh and clean, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers and the distant aroma of cooking fires.
But it wasn’t just the weather that made the village feel alive.
Ever since last night, the spirits of every centaur had been lifted to heights they hadn’t felt in years.
Whether it was fetching water from the nearby lake, preparing fresh dishes in their kitchens, or simply hanging clothes out to dry, every task was performed with a genuine smile.
There was an expectancy in the air now, a hope for the future that had been absent for far too long.
And nowhere was this renewed energy more evident than at the training grounds.
The clashing of steel and the thud of hooves against packed earth filled the morning air as Luca stood at the center of the training yard, a practice sword held loosely in one hand and an easygoing smile playing at his lips.
Before him stood four young centaurs—Riley among them—all glaring at him with fierce determination mixed with obvious exhaustion.
"Come on!" Riley shouted, her chest heaving. "We’re not done yet! Get him!"
The four centaurs launched themselves forward as one, their swords cutting through the air in coordinated strikes.
They had practiced this formation for hours, a technique designed to overwhelm a single opponent through sheer numbers and synchronized attacks.
But Luca didn’t even break a sweat.
He sidestepped the first blade, ducked under the second, parried the third with a casual flick of his wrist, and spun away from the fourth. The entire sequence took less than two seconds.
"You’re going to have to do better than that." He said, his tone infuriatingly calm. "At this rate, you won’t even manage to graze a single hair on my head."
Riley’s eye twitched.
"GET HIM!" She screamed, and the four of them attacked again—this time with even more ferocity.
It didn’t matter.
Luca moved like water, flowing around their strikes with an almost lazy grace.
And then, before any of them could react, he had spun behind them and delivered four quick, precise smacks with the flat of his blade right across the lower halves of their horse bodies.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"OW! That hurts!"
"Stop! Stop it!"
"Ow! That stings!"
"No fair!"
The four centaurs stumbled away, clutching their stinging flanks and glaring at Luca with a mixture of pain and indignation.
This had been going on all morning.
Riley and several of her friends had shown up at the training grounds at dawn, determined to test their skills against the legendary Hero.
Not out of anger—after yesterday, none of them could truly stay upset with Luca.
No, this was something else entirely.
This was about growth.
They wanted to measure themselves against the strongest opponent they would ever face. They wanted to see how far they could push themselves, how much they could improve.
And if that meant getting beaten into the ground over and over again...well, that was just part of the process.
Luca, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying himself.
He got to spar with skilled warriors, offer occasional pointers, and best of all watch them cry out in frustration every time he smacked their rumps with the flat of his blade.
It was, in his humble opinion, the perfect way to spend a morning.
The centaurs were stubborn, of course. Even after losing again and again, they kept getting back up.
Of course, many had eventually collapsed on the sidelines, gulping down water and nursing their bruises, but Riley and a few others refused to quit.
But just as Riley was preparing for another round, a small, piping voice cut through the air.
"Oh, just give up already!"
Riley whirled around.
Nella stood behind her, flanked by her usual group of little ponies. The tiny centaur had her arms crossed and wore a smirk that was far too confident for someone her size.
"There’s no way you’re ever going to take down the Evil Hero." Nella declared. "You’ve been trying all morning, and you haven’t landed a single hit. It’s honestly kind of pathetic."
Riley’s face flushed with anger.
"Shut up, you little brat!" She snapped. "This isn’t a place for kids like you! Go back home and suck on your mother’s—"
"You do realize you’re talking about your sister, right?"
Riley froze.
The other little ponies giggled behind their hands.
Riley’s face went through several shades of red before settling on a deep, mortified crimson.
"Th-That’s not what I—you know what I meant!"
"I’m sure I do." Nella waved a dismissive hand. "Anyway, you should stop hogging the Evil Hero. He’s been playing with you all morning, and it’s our turn now!"
The little ponies behind her nodded enthusiastically.
"We need him more than you do!"
"We’re putting on a play, and we need a proper Hero to save the princess!"
"Yeah! The Evil Hero would be perfect!"
"Stop keeping him all to yourself!"
Riley’s eye twitched. "We are doing important training right now! This is about protecting the clan! About becoming stronger!"
Nella shook her head with a disdainful smile.
"Training? What training? All I see is you getting beaten up over and over by the Evil Hero."
Riley’s sword was in her hand before she even realized she had drawn it.
"You want to see getting beaten up? I’ll show you getting beaten up!"
Nella’s eyes went wide, and she immediately bolted toward Luca.
"Evil Hero! Evil Hero, save me! Big sister Riley is being mean again!"
She hid behind Luca’s legs, peeking out with a mischievous grin as Riley charged after her.
"Get back here, you little—!"
"Evil Hero, protect me!"
The chase was on.
Nella ran circles around Luca, using him as a living obstacle, while Riley pursued her with increasingly frustrated swipes. The little ponies cheered from the sidelines, and even Riley found herself fighting back a smile despite her annoyance.
Luca stood there, watching the scene unfold with amused resignation.
’This is my life now.’ He thought. ’Being used as a human shield by a tiny centaur.’
But he didn’t mind. Not really.
The chaos was...pleasant. Warm. The kind of thing that made a place feel like home.
—
Claudia watched from the edge of the training grounds, a soft smile on her face.
It had been so long since she had seen this.
For months now, ever since the human invasion had begun and the male centaurs had left, Riley had thrown herself into training with an almost obsessive intensity.
She had spent every waking hour honing her skills, preparing for battles that might never come, pushing herself beyond her limits again and again.
And in doing so, she had unintentionally neglected her relationship with Nella.
The little one had tried so hard to get her aunt’s attention—following her around, asking to play, begging for just a few moments of time together.
But Riley had always been too consumed by her training to notice.
It had created a quiet rift between them. Nella never complained openly, but the hurt was there, hidden behind her bright smile and mischievous antics.
But now, with the threat of invasion finally gone, Riley was returning to her old self. She was playing again, laughing again, being the fun-loving aunt that Nella had always adored.
It was a beautiful thing to witness.
Claudia’s gaze drifted to Luca.
’He’s the reason.’ She thought. ’He gave us back our future. Our hope.’
Her eyes lingered on him a little longer than necessary.
’Maybe I should invite him over for dinner, she mused. Just to thank him properly. And maybe...’
She cut the thought short, her cheeks warming.
She was a mother, not a lovesick maiden. She shouldn’t be having such thoughts about a man she had just met.
But then again...
’He did say he has a harem.’ A small voice whispered. ’And he doesn’t seem to mind more...’
Claudia shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the present.
But then she noticed something.
Standing a short distance away, watching the scene with a complicated expression, was Sigrid.
The commander’s arms were crossed, her eyes fixed on Luca with an intensity that Claudia couldn’t quite decipher.
And her cheeks were...red.
Not the red of embarrassment or the flush of exertion—this was different.
Her cheeks looked raw, almost as if someone had been pulling on them quite forcefully.
From time to time, Sigrid would open her jaw and move it around, wincing slightly as though it hurt. She even reached up to massage her own face with her hands, a gesture that spoke of genuine discomfort.
Claudia’s maternal instincts kicked in immediately. She walked over, her expression filled with concern.
"Sigrid? Are you alright, dear? What happened to your jaw?"
Sigrid’s face went pale—then bright red—in the span of a single heartbeat.
"Oh! It’s nothing. Nothing at all." She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I was practicing with the training dummies earlier, and I got distracted. The dummy...landed a blow right to my face."
Claudia gasped. "Oh no! Are you hurt? Do you need some medicine? I have some ointment back at home that works wonders for bruises."
"No, no, there’s no need!" Sigrid shook her head frantically. "It’s already getting better. See?" She touched her cheek gingerly. "I’m fine. Really."
But even as she spoke, she knew the truth was far more shameful than anyone could imagine.
The reason her mouth was aching was because of what she had been doing last night.
Specifically, what she had been doing with her mouth on Luca’s penis.
Luca had been gentle at first, guiding her through the basics, teaching her the rhythm and technique.
But as the hours wore on, she had begun to understand the true meaning of his warning.
He didn’t tire. He didn’t falter. He just...kept going!
She had moved her mouth up and down his shaft until her lips were numb. She had licked every inch of him—the length, the tip, the base, even the sensitive skin beneath. She had taken his balls into her mouth and gargled them, something she hadn’t even known was possible until he suggested it.
And he had released himself into her mouth again and again and again.
She had counted.
Seventy-three times!
Seventy-three loads of his seed, each one thick and warm and voluminous, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.
By the end, her jaw ached so badly she could barely close it, her tongue was exhausted from overuse, and her stomach was so full of his essence that she felt like she had eaten an entire feast.
Any normal woman would have broken, choked, or begged for mercy by the fifth round.
But Sigrid’s infamous centaur stubbornness had refused to let her yield.
And what had Luca done when she finally, finally finished?
He had patted her head.
"Good effort, Sigrid." He had said, his voice infuriatingly calm. "There hasn’t been a woman yet who could match my potential. You’ve gone quite far, but you’re not there yet."
Then he had patted her stinging cheeks, told her to get some rest, and to her utter outrage opened a portal and disappeared back to the elf village.
"I’ll take care of this back at home." He had said, gesturing vaguely at his still-erect member. "There are some eager elves over there who would be happy to help."
And then he was gone.
Leaving Sigrid alone, her jaw aching, her pride wounded, and her body filled with his seed.
She had been furious!
It wasn’t even the fact that he went to other women that infuriated her—it was the fact that she had failed her duty!
She was the proud Commander of the Centaurs, yet she couldn’t even satisfy one man’s desire!
She had left him unsatisfied, forcing him to seek relief elsewhere! The sheer humiliation of her incompetence burned hotter than her aching jaw.
’I need to master it...’
She resolved fiercely, her eyes blazing with a dark, unhinged determination.
’Just like I mastered the sword...I have to refine my technique. My grip, my tongue work, my stamina...I will conquer that monstrous thing if it’s the last thing I do!’