Chapter 113. Beginning of the crossbreeding ritual
"Fifty women? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?" I exclaimed.
Elaris chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth. "Those are the conditions, kiddo. The last human we captured literally died after getting fucked nonstop by just twenty of my women taking turns riding him. We buried his useless corpse right there. Turns out he was an infertile bastard—none of the girls got pregnant. I hope you won’t disappoint like he did."
She said it so casually. Like it was normal. Like killing a man through sheer sex wasn’t a big deal. No wonder this place was infamous for being dangerously insane.
But I couldn’t let them see I was kind of terrified. Elves—damn, they’re scary. Not the adorable, graceful little beings stories make them out to be. No, these women are warriors— the Samson type that are strong enough to kill a lion with their bare hands. I came here with just over a thousand pleasure points; trying to fight them would be suicidal. They shattered my barrier earlier like it was made of paper. There’s no telling what they’d do if I tried taking on their whole kingdom.
Putting on a confident smirk, I glanced at Elaris, the Matriarch. "I’m not as weak as I look," I said, voice deep.
She smiled with amusement. "Just so you know, breeding an elf is much harder than breeding a human. You’ll need to cum into us at least five times just to fertilize our eggs. That’s why the last guy died. Twenty of my girls wanted five rounds each."
That’s... biologically, logically, and clinically impossible.
Humans can’t ejaculate that many times in a day. I mean, ejaculating into twenty women in one day is already an Olympic-level sprint, but if each of them needs five rounds? That’s not sex—that’s execution.
On a good day, the average male can manage maybe five ejaculations. I say that as a former doctor. Repeated ejaculation doesn’t just drain stamina—it crashes hormone levels like dopamine and testosterone, overloads the nervous system, wrecks the prostate. Erections weaken. Pain sets in. The body resists... then shuts down.
Cardiac arrest. Organ failure. Retrograde ejaculation where the semen flows backward into the bladder. All of it possible.
In plain words: this is torture dressed up as pleasure.