Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

"I'm gonna do it way better than Auntie Nyx." Lulu declared proudly, puffing out her soft chest. "Way, way better. She only used her hands and her mouth, right? That's...That's basic."

"But me? I'm gonna give you the best night of sleep ever. Like, the kind where you wake up smiling and your legs don't work and you forget your own name for a little while. That's the level I'm aiming for."

Luca felt his cock twitch hard in her grip just from the earnest confidence in her voice.

It was ridiculous.

It was adorable.

And gods help him, he was actually starting to believe she might pull it off.

She looked so determined—like if she just put her mind to it hard enough, she could out-pleasure a succubus twice her experience.

And honestly?

With that competitive spark in her eye and the way her small fingers kept gliding up and down his shaft with growing confidence...he was excited.

Genuinely excited knowing that whatever part of her body she was going to use it was going to be amazing.

After all, even though Lulu herself was rather immature—her body was the last thing from it.

Big, bouncy breasts that strained sweetly against her top.

That pudgy, plush belly he already knew would feel like warm dough under his palms.

And gods, that ass.

That gloriously round, thick, jiggly ass he'd gotten his hands on once before.

Just grabbing it had made him feel like he was in heaven—two perfect, pillow-soft buns wrapped in thin cloth, so bouncy they practically clapped when she walked.

So yeah. He was excited.

Until—

He looked down again.

And saw…

…props.

Actual fucking props.

Tiny scraps of torn paper had been carefully shaped and stuck onto his cock with what looked like spit and sheer determination.

A little orange beak taped crookedly over the head.

Two flimsy paper wings taped to the sides of the shaft.

A jagged red comb-thing somehow glued to the top.

And—because why the fuck not—a pair of wobbly paper wattles dangling beneath.

His once terrifying, vein-ridged, woman-terrifying monster cock had been transformed...into a goddamn chicken.

A very smug, very proud-looking paper chicken.

And Lulu—sweet, innocent, deadly serious Lulu—was currently gripping the base with both hands, tilting it downward, and repeatedly bonking the 'beak' end against his own thigh.

"Cluck cluck! Ohhh, look at you, so hungry!"

She cooed in a high-pitched, exaggerated baby-talk voice.

"You've been eating and eating and eating all day, haven't you, big boy? But now you're tired...poor little chick-chick…"

She gave the shaft a few long, loving strokes.

"But look at youuu~ Still so big! To stay this huge and strong, you must eat tons, right? Such a greedy little—well, big—cock-chicken!"

She made a series of loud, ridiculous chicken noises—"Bok-bok! Bok-bok-bokaaaak!"—and then gasped dramatically, leaning close to the paper-beaked tip like it had just spoken to her.

"What's that?" She cupped her ear. "You're telling me to shut up, woman, and give you more seeds right now? Ohhh my goodness, how rude!"

She pouted extravagantly, bottom lip trembling for effect.

"You have no manners at all, mister! But...but I still love you very much, so I'll forgive you."

She tore another scrap of paper into tiny bits, sprinkled them across his lower thigh like feed, then grabbed his cock again—and slapped the 'chicken head' down onto the crumbs.

"Eat! Eat up, eat up! Grow even bigger and fatter than you already are!"

Just as she said that, she watched the shaft throb and swell even harder under her playful abuse.

"See? Look! It's working already! You're getting even bigger right in front of me! Good boy, good chicken!"

She giggled so hard her whole body shook, breasts jiggling, belly quivering, ass wobbling delightfully behind her.

Meanwhile, Luca just...stared.

He could feel his soul quietly leaving his body.

This had been going on for a solid ten minutes now.

No licking.

No sucking.

No heavenly warm mouth descending.

No plump thighs wrapping around him.

Just...this.

His murder-cock turned into arts-and-crafts poultry.

Being babied, pecked against his face, and talked to like a particularly spoiled barnyard pet.

Finally, he managed a very tired, very strained smile.

"Lulu."

"Hm?" She looked up innocently, still gently stroking him like one might pet a favorite cat.

"What...exactly...are you doing right now?"

"Why is my dick dressed up like a chicken?"

He continued, voice flat.

"And why are you playing with it like it's...actually a chicken?"

"Weren't you supposed to be doing something else with it? Something involving...pleasure? Happiness? The best night of sleep ever?"

Lulu's face lit up like she'd just remembered something wonderful.

"Ohhh! Right! I was going to do that!" She nodded vigorously. "I really was! I was gonna give you the best pleasure in the whole world, I swear!"

"But then I realized...I'm holding a cock."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"And usually when I say 'I'm holding a cock,' it means I'm holding a big fat chicken. Like, the feathery kind that runs around the yard and chases people."

"But this time? Nope!" She let out a giggle. "I'm holding your wiener! A completely different kind of cock!"

She gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"So I thought...if it's a cock...why shouldn't I treat it like one? So I gave it a little makeover!"

She gestured proudly at the paper monstrosity.

"Look how cute he is now! He's got a beak and a flaps and little wings! He's adorable!"

Before he could respond she leaned forward and started peppering frantic, affectionate kisses all over the flushed head—right on top of the taped-on beak.

"Mwah! Mwah mwah mwah! Who's my pretty boy? Who's the cutest big chicken in the whole world? Yes you are! Yes you aaaare!"

Luca let his head fall back against the chair with a quiet thud.

The kisses felt good—really good, actually. Warm, plush little pecks that sent pleasant tingles racing through him.

But they were also...deeply, profoundly unserious.

She wasn't trying to make him come.

She wasn't even trying to tease him toward the edge.

She was just...adoring her new pet chicken-dick.

And experiencing this, Luca had finally reached his limit.

The sheer absurdity of the situation had drained the last of his patience, and he began to push himself up, his face set in a look of weary defeat.

"W-Wait! Where are you going, Luca?"

Lulu cried out, her eyes wide with panic as she lunged forward to grab his arms, trying to pull him back down onto the bed.

"You can't just leave right now!"

"I'm a tired Lulu." Luca let out a long, exhausted sigh and slumped back, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm tired after this long day and I think I'm just gonna go to bed."

"You're...going to sleep? Right now?"

"Yeah. I thought this was gonna be one experience. Something really good. Something really nice that I could actually enjoy. But..."

He gestured vaguely at the situation—his still-hard, now-naked-again cock standing tall and indignant between them.

"...here we are playing with my dick like it's some kind of doll for the last couple of minutes. And I'm tired of it, Lulu, so I'm going to bed."

He made another move to stand, but Lulu practically threw her entire weight onto him, pinning him back down.

"Okay, okay! Fine! I'll do it! I'll do what I said!"

She shouted, her bottom lip poking out in a massive, exaggerated pout.

"Jeez, you're so dramatic, Luca! You act like it's the end of the world!"

She then turned her gaze down toward his lap and whispered in a voice full of tragic drama.

"Sorry, little buddy. Your Daddy's being so mean and rude to you. But it's okay...Mama loves you very much."

She leaned down and pressed one last soft, apologetic kiss right on the flushed tip.

Then—looking like it physically pained her—she started peeling off the paper props one by one.

First the wobbly flaps.

Then the beak.

Then the little wings.

Each removal came with a tiny, mournful sigh, like she was saying goodbye to a beloved pet.

When the last scrap of paper fluttered to the floor, Luca's cock stood proud again—thick, veined, glistening at the tip, no longer a barnyard animal but once more the intimidating monster it had always been.

"Finally." Luca exhaled, feeling the energy return to his body. "I thought that puppet show would go on forever. I even though you were going to clue those props on and leave my dick looking like a chicken for the rest of my life."

But hearing this, made Lulu's eyes lit up like fireworks.

"Oh my god, that would be amazing!"

"Can we do that? Can we do that, Luca? Please? Just imagine how cute he'd look every morning—"

Luca ignored her completely.

"Let's forget about that for a second." He said, voice dropping lower, rougher. "Can you actually do what you promised? Lick it. Suck it. Stroke it properly. Anything honestly."

"After all, between the anticipation and you teasing it with those paper crafts, my penis is literally crying right now."

A look of deep, maternal pity washed over Lulu's face.

"Oh my God! You could have told me that from the beginning!"

She cried, leaning down to gently caress the shaft.

"You poor little thing, you've been hurting all along? You were just waiting for me to do something, weren't you?"

She touched the tip, noticing a small bead of pre-cum glistening there.

"And look! You're actually crying a little bit!"

She said before looking back at Luca with a bright, heroic smile.

"But don't worry anymore! The Great Hero Lulu is going to save you. I'm going to give you the treatment you've been waiting for!"

"And do what to what exactly that treatment is going to be?"

She gave him a few slow, teasing strokes, grinning mischievously.

"Do you know how I'm going to please you better then Auntie Nyx?"

Before he could answer, she popped up to her feet, spun around in one fluid motion, and arched her back dramatically.

Her short skirt rode up as she presented her rear to him—two plump, round cheeks barely contained by the thin fabric, jiggling softly with the movement.

"This..."

She announced proudly, giving her hips a little shake so the flesh wobbled enticingly.

"This is what you're gonna get, Luca. This is what's gonna take you straight to heaven."

Luca stared.

Then he couldn't help it—he chuckled.

"Your butt?" He said, voice warm with amusement. "This is your master plan to outdo Nyx? Your ass is gonna give me more pleasure than her mouth and hands combined?"

"What do you mean 'just your butt'?!" Lulu whipped her head around, looking scandalized. "This isn't just any butt, Luca!"

She bent forward a little more, arching deeper, making the twin globes bounce and wobble even through the thin fabric.

"This is the best butt in the entire village! Just look at it!"

She gave another deliberate shake—slow, hypnotic, the cheeks clapping softly together.

"Look how it jiggles! Look how it shakes all over the place! It's basically jelly! You won't find anything else that moves like this!"

She started twerking in earnest now—short, sharp pops of her hips that made the skirt flutter and her ass ripple in mesmerizing waves.

"Even when I walk around, I can feel my cheeks going up and down, up and down...it's impossible to ignore!"

Luca watched, openly appreciative.

"Yeah...it really does shake like crazy."

Lulu beamed over her shoulder, proud as a peacock.

"And it's not just the shaking! It's the best cushion ever! So fat and bubbly and soft...even Luna begs me to sit on her lap sometimes just so she can feel the warm squish of my butt against her thighs."

"She says I'm super comfy. Especially in winter—she hugs me from behind and uses my butt like a heated pillow!"

She straightened a little, hands on her hips, chin high.

"You should be very grateful right now. Not everyone gets personal access to the legendary Lulu butt."

Luca raised both hands in surrender.

"Of course. Of course. I already how amazing it is from the moment I discovered it stopped an arrow. I'm grateful—really."

Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a slow, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"But...how exactly are you planning to use that glorious ass to help me out? How are you gonna bring me happiness with it?"

Lulu froze mid-shimmy, while he kept going, voice dropping into something darker, hungrier.

"Nyx used her mouth. Sucked it. Licked every inch. Swirled her tongue around the head until I saw stars. And while she did that, her hands were stroking my balls in ways I can't even explain."

"It felt unbelievable. Mind-melting. But you…"

He tilted his head.

"You're so insistent on using your butt. So tell me, Lulu, how exactly are you gonna use it to pleasure a cock?"

"Do you even know the first thing about how to do that?"

Hearing this, Lulu's confident pose faltered.

She stared at the floor for a long second, cheeks slowly turning pink again.

"…What should I do?" She whispered to herself. "How should I do it…?"

She gave her hips another experimental little wiggle, like she was mentally testing possibilities.

Then she turned back to him—eyes huge, shimmering with sudden tears.

"Luca...I don't know what to do."

She whined pitifully.

"I really don't know! I thought I could definitely beat Auntie Nyx! My butt is amazing, after all—I thought you wouldn't be able to resist! But...when I actually think about what it can do...I have no clue."

She looked at him with the saddest, most heartbroken gaze imaginable—like disappointing him was the worst thing in the world.

Luca's expression softened.

"Hey, it's alright." He said gently. "It's alright."

He reached out and brushed a thumb over her cheek.

"From the very beginning I already knew you were just boasting a little. And honestly? I didn't expect someone as sweet and innocent as you to know all the tricks right away. It's okay."

Lulu sniffled, still pouting, but she didn't pull away.

Then Luca's voice dropped lower, rougher, eyes darkening with heat.

"But...unlike you, I do know exactly how to use that pretty ass to pleasure my cock."

He patted his thigh once.

"So just bring it over here and let me handle the rest."

Lulu hesitated.

The playful, bubbly energy she'd worn like armor all night was crumbling fast.

His gaze wasn't the teasing, fond Luca anymore—it was hungry. Scary. Lust-filled in a way that made her stomach flip and her thighs press together instinctively.

She knew something very naughty was about to happen.

Her earlier bravado flickered.

...But she'd promised.

And she wanted to make him happy.

She wanted to repay the kindness he'd shown her.

So, even though her heart was hammering and her face was burning—she gave one slow, shy nod.

"…Okay."

She turned around again.

This time there was no dramatic twerking, no proud declarations.

She simply bent at the waist, braced her hands on her knees, and arched her back—presenting her plump, trembling ass right in front of his lap like an offering.

Full access.

Complete surrender.

Seeing the beautiful peaches in front of him, Luca couldn't help but let out a satisfied smile.

He reached out, palms sliding over the soft curves, squeezing once—hard enough to make the flesh spill between his fingers.

"Good girl." He murmured.

And Lulu shivered from head to toe, already knowing she was in way over her head and that she wasn't going anywhere until he was finished with her.