Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

By the time Luca finally pulled back from the relentless kissing, sucking, and biting, Lulu was a complete wreck.

Her legs had turned to jelly and she could barely stand on her own.

Her plush ass pressed back against his chest for support as she leaned heavily into him, chest heaving with ragged pants and tiny, broken whimpers.

Sweat glistened along her spine and the backs of her thighs. Her eyes were glassy, dazed like she'd just been caught in a storm and somehow come out the other side alive but forever changed.

But she truly had gone through the whirlwind of her life.

After all, in her mind, biting and licking had always belonged to animals—cute, primal little things she'd watched with fondness: puppies nipping playfully, kittens grooming each other, chicks pecking gently at feed.

Animalistic, sure, but innocent. Adorable.

She'd never imagined it could feel like this.

Every time Luca's teeth sank in, a sharp surge of pain would lance through her like dropping straight into hell.

Her whole body would tense, breath catching in a yelp.

But then immediately, his tongue would follow, warm and wet, slathering saliva over the stinging spot like cool water splashing over fevered skin.

The pain melted into throbbing heat, then bloomed into something dizzyingly sweet.

Heaven again. Over and over.

Hell to heaven. Hell to heaven.

And the licking...gods, the licking.

She scrubbed herself clean every bath, scrubbed until her skin was pink and shiny.

But right now she felt truly clean. Worshipped.

Every hidden crease and curve had been tasted, soothed, claimed.

And when she finally managed to twist her head and look back at her own ass, she gasped.

It was covered.

Purple and blue hickeys bloomed everywhere—dark, obscene flowers from his sucking.

Faint crescent bite marks also dotted the plushest parts like possessive signatures.

The arrow scar—her proud little battle mark now sat surrounded by this lewd constellation.

Her body flushed hotter just looking at it.

She'd always been proud of the arrow wound. A warrior's mark. Proof of bravery.

But these...these made her feel proud in a completely different way.

Not as a fighter.

As a woman.

Naughty. Desired. Marked. Just like her Auntie Nyx must have been marked in her own secret moments.

She felt that she wasn't the same inexperienced little chick anymore.

She was grown-up now. Capable of naughty, grown-up things and she thought that, no matter what came next, she could handle it.

But that proud little thought was cut short, when Luca's strong hands suddenly gripped her cheeks and spread them wide.

Lulu's eyes went huge.

She twisted to look—and immediately panicked.

Luca's face was buried deep between her cheeks, eyes locked on her most hidden place with open, reverent awe.

"Wait—Luca—Luca, what are you doing?!"

She squealed, shaking her hips frantically in a useless attempt to escape.

"What are you doing right now?! Don't look there! That's so naughty—that's not a place you should be looking at!"

She tried to squirm away.

But Luca didn't move. He just stared, transfixed by the delicate little hole nestled between all that soft, bountiful flesh.

It was tiny. Perfectly pink. Untouched.

Softer-looking than any other part of her body.

And the moment his gaze settled on it, the hole started quivering—opening and closing in tiny, shy spasms, as if it knew it was being watched and was mortified.

Lulu's voice cracked.

"That's my—my dirty part!" She wailed. "That's where...where dirty stuff comes from! You're not supposed to see it!"

"Not to mention, that I've never even looked at it myself so I don't even know how it looks like! It could be ugly so don't look!"

But Luca only chuckled as he said,.

"What do you mean 'ugly', Lulu? This little hole of yours isn't ugly at all."

He lifted one hand and very gently traced a single fingertip around the puckered rim.

Lulu winced, whole body jerking.

"In fact…" He murmured, voice dropping into something almost poetic. "…it's one of the most beautiful places on a woman's body."

He leaned closer, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"Look at it, so small, so delicate. So perfectly round and pink, like a little rosebud that's never been kissed by the sun."

"The way it flutters when you're nervous...the way it clenches so shyly under my gaze...it's adorable. So sensitive. So secret. Every tiny twitch is like it's whispering how much it trusts me to see it."

Lulu's protests died in her throat.

She felt herself getting...excited?

The way he described it—so wrong, so weird, and yet so loving almost convinced her.

Made her feel special. Cherished. Desired in a place she'd always thought was shameful.

Still—she shook her head stubbornly.

"No, Luca—no! You're just joking around! There's no way you can like that part of my body! You're just trying to embarrass me more!"

Luca's eyes darkened with heat.

"I'm not joking, Lulu. I'm interested—not just in the beautiful outside, but the inside too."

He used both hands now, spreading her cheeks even wider.

"I want to see what's inside the pretty hole."

Before she could react, one thick finger pressed against the center of her hole—poking, prodding gently, testing the resistance.

"Stop—stop—stop poking it!" Lulu squealed, hopping on her toes. "It's so ticklish! It's so weird—!"

But he kept at it, circling the rim like he was trying to tame the beast before poking and trying to penetrate her flesh.

"Calm down, Lulu." He soothed. "Just relax your butt a little. Loosen up this tiny little anus for me…"

"How am I even supposed to do that?!" She cried.

"I only have control over it when I want to! But when someone's trying to poke inside it just closes up tighter!"

"So give up and top being so naughty, Luca, you're such a dirty little Hero!"

Luca laughed softly.

But he knew that she wasn't wrong—she was only clenching harder from the embarrassment.

Her innocence was working against her; the more flustered she got, the more impossible it became for even a finger to slip inside.

He knew that he couldn't brute force it with his finger that was rather thick, so he got an idea.

He pulled back suddenly and seeing this, Lulu let out a relieved breath.

'Finally...it's over. He's done being weird…'

But then she heard a soft clink—the sound of him picking something up.

She twisted to look—and her stomach dropped.

He was holding the chicken leg bone from earlier—the one he'd eaten clean just minutes ago.

Smooth, rounded at the thick end, tapering to a narrow, blunt tip.

"Wait—wait—wait—what are you doing, Luca?! What are you—"

Before she could finish, he spread her open again and pressed the narrowest tip right against her twitching hole.

Lulu whimpered.

"Oh no—wait—stop—"

And he nudged, making the tip sli inside—just the first inch.

"Ahhh—! Nooo—!" Her eyes rolled back instantly; a strangled moan escaped her.

"Finally..." Luca groaned in satisfaction. "I thought a finger wasn't going in, so maybe something smaller like a pencil or pen."

"But then I saw this bone…"

He pushed it slowly deeper—then pulled it back—then in again. Fucking her gently with the smooth, hard length.

"…and it fits perfectly. Look at that, such a hot, sexy sight. A chicken bone sliding in and out of the Chicken Queen's tight little asshole."

He gave it another slow push.

"And technically...you could be considered a chicken at this very moment."

"I mean, before you were already close to them but now you literally have on of their bones in your body, so you're kind of part-chicken right now."

He'd only said it to tease—to keep the mood light, to make her giggle and relax so the tight ring would give just enough for him to slide the bone a little deeper, play with it more easily.

Just a silly, dirty joke.

But Lulu's reaction was...not what he expected.

Her entire body suddenly perked up. The frantic wiggling stopped. Her ears gave a happy little flutter.

And when she twisted to look back at him, her face was lit up with pure, giddy delight.

"Really?" She breathed, eyes sparkling. "Really, Luca? Am I really a chicken right now?"

She bounced once on her toes, completely forgetting her earlier mortification.

"I've always wondered what it would feel like to be a real chicken! In the past I even gathered a whole bunch of feathers from the coop and made this super cute costume—feathers everywhere, even a little tail and I ran around clucking and everything"

"But mother just frowned and said I was being silly, that I wasn't a real chicken."

"I was so disappointed…"

"But right now you're telling me I actually am one!?"

She clasped her hands together, beaming at him like he'd just handed her the best gift in the world.

"Because there's a bone inside me? That makes me a real chicken?!"

She looked so genuinely happy to have finally achieved her dream of avian status.

But when she actually looked at Luca for approval, she realised that he wasn't the same anymore and was...acting strange.

The lewd, assertive heat that had been radiating from him was gone and instead he was staring at her rear in a daze of pure, unadulterated shock like something horrible happened.

Something really, really, really bad.

Lulu's happy bouncing slowed. She tilted her head, frowning at his expression.

"…Luca? What's wrong? Why do you look like that? You look like you just ate chicken poop or something."

She glanced down at his empty hands.

"Hold up...where exactly is the chicken bone? I swear I felt it inside me just a second ago. Don't tell me you dropped it on the floor or something—"

Her eyes widened in sudden panic.

"If you really dropped it, do NOT put it back inside me! That would be so dirty! I don't want that place getting even dirtier than it already is! That's too much, even for you! I'll get really angry if you do!"

She gave a big, indignant pout, waiting for him to pick it up.

But Luca didn't move. He just gulped, his face pale as he looked up into her eyes.

"Lulu...I didn't...the bone. I didn't drop it on the floor."

Lulu blinked, her brow furrowing.

"Then what? Did you put it in your pocket? You lewd hero! You wanted to save it to lick later, didn't you? That's exactly the kind of naughty thing you'd do!"

"No, Lulu—no." He pointed at her ass, hand shaking slightly. "The bone...it's still inside. It's still inside your butt right now."

Lulu froze.

She clenched experimentally.

Nothing.

She clenched harder to feel a vague thickness or a strange fullness around her ring.

But...no protrusion.

No hard edge poking out.

"What are you talking about, Luca?"

She looked back at him, utterly baffled.

"I don't feel anything at all. It's not around my butthole or anything. I can't believe I'm even saying this out loud, but...the bone is not hanging out of my butt."

But Luca shook his head frantically.

"No—no, Lulu, it's not around the ring anymore. It's…" He gulped audibly. "…it's literally inside your asshole right now. Like all the way inside your body."

"None of it is sticking out since..."

"...it's full trapped inside of your butt right now."