Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

"Lulu?" Luca said curiously. "What are you doing here so late?"

But then his eyes flicked to the chicken leg in his hand, and a wave of suspicion hit him.

He immediately shielded it with both hands like it was treasure and said in a panicked tone.

"Wait—don't tell me you came here for this!"

"Because if you are, I'm warning you right now—I'm not giving it to you! This is my last piece! My final chicken! You can beg, cry, or try to bribe me with compliments—it's mine!"

Lulu blinked, then looked utterly offended.

"Wha—?! As if I'd come here for your stupid chicken, you dummy!"

She snapped, crossing her arms.

"I'm still trying to get used to the smell of chicken, remember? I haven't even reached the point where I can eat it yet. Why would I want your greasy bone?!"

Luca stared at her for a moment, then exhaled in deep relief. "Oh. Okay. Good. Just checking."

But just to be sure, he glanced at her suspiciously—then, with a sudden, impulsive decision, he shoved the entire leg piece into his mouth in one go, chewing aggressively until nothing was left but a stripped bone.

"Alright, now that's settled." He said, wiping his hands and grinning. "So...why are you here, Lulu? Need help with something?"

Hearing this, Lulu fidgeted with her fingers, glancing around nervously.

It was clear she had something on her mind but she was hesitant of rather really embarrassed to talk about it.

But eventually, she gathered her courage and walked closer until she stood beside him, her hands underneath.

"Well…" She began softly. "I was talking with Auntie Nyx earlier...about today."

Luca tilted his head. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Lulu said, her voice quiet but sincere. "I told her how happy I was. How even though I was heartbroken at first—seeing my chickens...you know...go to heaven…"

She trailed off and gave a small, bittersweet smile.

"I was still happy that they finally got to fly. That their dreams came true."

Her smile then brightened suddenly as she laughed, her hands flapping in excitement.

"And you should've seen the look on the other birds faces, Luca! They were so confused! They're always looking down on chickens, calling them flightless losers—but now they were just staring, all dumb and shocked!"

"I swear, one crow looked like it was about to faint!"

Luca chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand.

"You really pay attention to these things, huh?"

"Well, of course I do!" She said proudly. "I'm the Chicken Queen! It's my royal duty to observe my subjects and the ones who scorn them!"

Luca laughed. "Of course, Your Majesty."

"But anyway…" Lulu continued, her expression turning shy again. "When I told Auntie Nyx all that, she said something. She said, 'Since the Hero has done so much for you, and made you so happy, shouldn't you do something to make him happy too?'"

She paused, lowering her eyes shyly.

"And that made me realize...she's right."

"You've been doing everything for us since you got here. Protecting us, feeding us, making us laugh. You even made me happy again today."

Then, in typical Lulu fashion, she suddenly puffed out her chest and placed a hand over her heart dramatically

. "And I, the great Lulu, the Queen of Chickens, am not someone who takes favors without returning them! That would be an insult to my noble name!"

Luca smirked. "Oh, of course not."

"So I thought, hmm...maybe I should give you a gift!" She said, smiling excitedly again. "I have a collection of chicken feathers at home, you know—really special ones. I even thought about giving you my favorite!"

"It's big, shiny, golden! I was going to say, 'Here, Hero! The greatest feather from the Greatest Queen!' You'd have been so lucky!"

Luca smiled gently. "That sounds wonderful, Lulu. Honestly, anything from you would be a treasure."

Lulu looked pleased by that, but then her expression turned sheepish.

"Yeah, well...Auntie Nyx didn't think so."

"Oh?" Luca asked, amused. "She didn't?"

Lulu shook her head quickly, her cheeks starting to turn pink.

"She said, 'That's cute and all, but if you really want to make him happy, you should do something else.'"

Luca's curiosity piqued. "Something else?"

"Yeah…" Lulu mumbled, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt now. "So I asked her what exactly she meant, and she—uh…"

She stopped talking, glancing away, her ears twitching nervously as her face grew redder by the second.

"She...she leaned in and whispered something into my ear."

Luca's interest piqued immediately. He could already guess where this was going.

"And…?" He asked, a teasing smirk curving his lips. "What exactly did she tell you, Lulu?"

Lulu's hands flew to her cheeks. "I-I can't say it out loud! I-It's embarrassing!"

"Oh, now I really want to know." He said, his grin widening as he gently reached for her waist.

Lulu gasped when his hand found her side, and he pulled her slightly closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper.

"What exactly did Nyx tell you to do for me, hmm?"

Lulu swallowed.

Her ears turned fluttered, she fidgeted between lap—then looked down at him with big, nervous eyes.

"…Auntie Nyx...she, um…"

Lulu's voice came out tiny at first.

"She told me...that apparently...you have something really big down there."

Luca raised an eyebrow, fighting the grin that wanted to spread across his face.

Lulu's gaze flicked to his crotch again, then snapped away like she'd been burned.

"And apparently...you have a...a monster cock."

"Not—not a cock like a chicken cock!" She corrected in a fluster. "Not like...like a rooster! I mean the—the thing men have! Down there!"

She pointed vaguely, then yanked her hand back as if it had betrayed her.

"That thing!"

Luca let out a soft huff of amusement through his nose but stayed quiet, letting her squirm.

Lulu gulped again, throat working visibly.

"She said...well...if someone else plays around with it...and does something with it...you'll get really happy. Like, really, really happy. And that's why she told me…"

Her voice dropped to a mortified whisper.

"…to play around with it too."

She paused, cheeks now practically glowing.

"And she told me to use my most prestigious part of my body. The part I'm so proud of. To...to play around with it and pleasure you. To give you the most happiness possible."

Hearing this, Luca felt something hot bloom in his chest.

'Nyx, you absolute menace.' He thought. 'You really just sent me a pretty little chick to devour, didn't you? Questionable aunt energy, maybe—but damn if she isn't the best wingwoman alive.'

He tilted his head, studying Lulu's flustered expression with open interest.

"So…" He drawled, letting the word hang. "Are you gonna do it, Lulu? Are you gonna help me out? Give me that happiness Auntie Nyx asked you to give?"

Lulu froze. Her mouth half-opened, then snapped shut again.

She looked like a deer caught in lantern light—wide-eyed, trembling slightly, torn between flight and fight.

"I—I—" She stammered.

But before she could say anything, Luca shrugged and to her surprise casually said,

"Well of course you aren't."

Lulu jolted. "Huh?"

Luca leaned back, almost dismissive.

"You're a kid after all." He said, voice light, careless on purpose. "Completely inexperienced. You can't do something like that."

Lulu's eyes widened.

"And honestly..." Luca went on, like he was just talking about the weather. ".,.there's no need. Your Auntie Nyx was probably joking anyway. I'd rather not trouble you."

Lulu's cheeks flared, while Luca added, almost as an afterthought,

"I'd much rather prefer that she was there instead."

That did it.

Lulu's head snapped up, outrage lighting through her embarrassment like gasoline catching flame.

"What are you talking about, Luca?!" She huffed, stepping forward and jabbing a finger at his chest. "I am not a kid! I'm an adult! Just as grown-up as Auntie Nyx!"

"Don't you dare underestimate me especially when you're a baby in my eyes!"

She crossed her arms, chin lifting defiantly.

"And I can definitely do whatever she can do. There's no way I'm embarrassed. No way!"

Another huff, louder this time.

"In fact..." She declared, voice fierce. "I'm gonna do exactly what Auntie Nyx right said. I'm gonna pleasure you. I'm gonna take care of this—"

Her hand darted down without warning, cupping the thick bulge in his pants.

"—this problem in your pants."

Luca sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingers were warm even through the fabric, and the sudden grip made his cock twitch hard against her palm.

"I'll do whatever it takes to pleasure you..." She continued stubbornly. "...and bring you happiness. Because I'm the great Lulu, and I always repay the happiness I've received!"

She pulled her hand back just long enough to flash him a competitive little smirk.

"And you know..." She added, eyes glittering. "...it's going to be even better than what Auntie Nyx did for you."

Luca's brows lifted. "Oh?"

"She told me..." Lulu said, puffing her chest out proudly. "...that she used her hands to pleasure you. And even her lips. But me?"

She leaned closer again, voice dropping to a daring whisper.

"I'm going to use something else. The most precious part of my body. The best part of my body that's going to bring you ultimate pleasure!"

"But first…"

Her gaze dropped pointedly to his lap.

"I need to see it. This...mighty cock of yours. Auntie Nyx said it was really that amazing. That it was even bigger than Sir-Peck's-A-Lot, but I really don't believe her."

She slowly sank to her knees in front of him, hands reaching for his waistband.

"After all, there's no way it can be that big..."

She shrugged as her fingers hooked under the fabric and tugged downward in one determined motion.

"I mean, Sir-Peck's-A-Lot is already so big and he can even reach my knee, so to say that your lousy thing down there can be even bigger is just impossi—"

The moment his underwear was pulled low enough, his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already half-hard and curving upward aggressively.

Seeing the towering shadow looming over her—Lulu's words died in her throat.

She gasped and her eyes went huge, pupils blown wide.

She stared up at it like she was looking at some mythical beast that had just reared its head in front of her.

It towered over her small frame, veins standing out, the flushed head glistening slightly at the tip.

"Oh...my...gods…" She breathed.

She reached out slowly like she was scared it was going to peck her and wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft.

They didn't even meet all the way around.

"It's...massive." She whispered in disbelief. "Auntie Nyx really wasn't lying. It's...It's like a dozen little chicks stacked on top of each other and taller. And thicker. So much thicker…"

She gave it an experimental squeeze, feeling the heat and the steel beneath the skin.

"I never thought...something like this could actually be real…"

Her gaze drifted lower.

"Oh—oh my gods, look at your balls too…"

She reached out with her other hand, gently poking the heavy sac.

"They look like chicken eggs." She murmured, half in awe, half in mischief. "Big chicken eggs…"

She cradled them carefully, rolling them in her palm.

"But...they don't feel like eggs. They're so much softer...warmer...delicate…"

But then innocent but curious look entered her eye.

"I wonder…" She mused aloud, voice turning dangerously playful. "…what would happen if I just...slammed them onto the chair? Cracked them open?"

"Would the stuff inside come out just like what would happen with a chicken egg? Maybe I should try it out."

Feeling Luna actually lift one of his balls up like she was going to crack it open on the chair—Luca's haze vanished instantly.

"Hey—hey, hey, hey—!" He lunged forward and caught her wrist in a firm but gentle grip. "Let's calm down right there, Lulu."

He forced a smile, though his heart was suddenly jackhammering for an entirely different reason.

"Yes, they do look like eggs from a certain angle but cracking them open will not give a tasty omlette and only a poor man screaming in pain."

"So handle them with care. The same care you would give your precious eggs."

Lulu blinked up at him, then gave a small, absentminded nod.

"…Okay."

She released his balls and returned both hands to his shaft.

Slowly, she began to stroke him.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Her touch was light at first like she was still trying to believe it was real.

But her eyes never left it.

And the longer she stared, the more her breathing changed—shallow, quick, fascinated.

"Hehe. This is really fun. I like doing this!" She giggled.

Meanwhile, Luca let his head tip back slightly, a low groan rumbling in his throat.

'Yeah...Nyx definitely earned her title tonight.'

'Best. Wingwoman. Ever.'