Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Luca's eyes darkened with heat and satisfaction.

He pulled her close again.

And they kissed, tongues sliding together like they'd been doing it forever before pulling back a little.

"But of course..." He murmured, voice rough and low. "...that doesn't mean I have to stop here."

He rocked his hips once more—letting her feel how painfully hard he still was, how the thick shaft throbbed against her soaked folds.

"My cock is on the verge of bursting, Lulu. After all that teasing, all that grinding...I need something, anything to help me out."

His gaze dropped pointedly to the plush curves of her ass.

"And even if your pussy isn't available right now...your ass is."

Lulu's breath hitched.

Before she could respond, Luca's big hands clamped around her waist and he flipped her over onto her stomach—her soft breasts squishing against the mattress, her ears fluttering once in surprise.

She then felt the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge right between her cheeks—sliding along the deep valley, smearing her own slick and his precum everywhere.

But just as Luca started to press forward—ready to hot-dog her ass properly—he paused.

"Actually…" He said thoughtfully, voice dropping into something darker, hungrier. "Before I slide between these cheeks...maybe I should have a proper taste of that pretty little hole first."

He gave her ass a light smack—watching it jiggle.

"I did poke it a chicken bone after all. So, who knows? Maybe it picked up some fried-chicken flavor. Only one way to find out."

Right in front of her frightened, disbelieving eyes, he spread her cheeks wide with both hands—exposing her tiny, flushed pucker completely.

"No—no, Luca! That's so naughty—you can't—you can't do that—!"

But the protest died in her throat as his hot tongue dragged a slow stripe right over her asshole.

"Ahhhh—!"

Lulu quivered violently. Her whole body jerked forward, then arched back instinctively.

"Oh my gods—I can't believe this!"

She slapped both hands over her face, muffling a mortified squeal.

"I can't believe you actually licked my butthole—! You're so dirty! The dirtiest human in the entire world!"

She shook her head frantically behind her hands, ears burning crimson.

Then Lulu peeked through her fingers, curiosity winning out over shame. Her voice came out tiny, hesitant.

"…So, what...what does it taste like? Does it...actually taste like chicken?"

Luca blinked. Then he licked his lips slowly, savoring.

"…It does. It actually does."

Lulu's mouth fell open.

"No way."

Her voice cracked with excitement.

"You're lying to me, Luca!"

But he shook his head solemnly.

"I'm serious. I'm surprised myself. Here—check it out."

Before she could protest, he surged up her body and kissed her—deep, open-mouthed, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Lulu froze for half a second.

Then her eyes widened.

She licked her lips experimentally.

"…Woah." She breathed. "It actually does. Your lips were salty and sweet before...but now there's this—this oily, fried sensation. Like when bit into the fried chicken earlier."

Realising this, she burst into helpless giggles, burying her face in the pillow for a second before peeking back at him.

"I can't believe my own butthole tastes like chicken. That's so hilarious!"

Luca laughed with her—then leaned down again, pressing another soft kiss on her tailbone, while Lulu turned back with a silly doubt on her mind.

"Say, what if it tastes like chicken forever?" Lulu mused, voice playful now.

"What if my butthole just...permanently tastes like fried chicken from now on?"

Luca's eyes darkened with heat.

"If that's the case…"

He shifted, gripping the base of his cock and sliding the thick length right into the deep crevice of her ass—nestling it snugly between those plush cheeks.

"…then I'll completely ignore actual chicken from now on. I'll just focus on this perfect little asshole instead. Eat it out every single day. Live off the taste of your fried-chicken-flavored hole."

Saying this, Luca thought that she would be embarrassed and get flustered.

But to his surprise, she looked back at him with a sultry gaze that looked almost too mature for her adorable face and finally in a mischievous tone,

"If it's like that, Luca...then I honestly don't mind."

She reached back with both hands, spreading her own cheeks wider—offering herself completely.

"If you won't be eating chicken anymore..."

"...if I can save a couple of chickens from ending up in your belly..."

"...then I myself will spread my butt open for you every single day and let you eat out my asshole as much as you want."

"How about that?"

The filthy promise—delivered in her sweet, earnest voice—snapped something inside him.

His hands clamped down on her cheeks—spreading them brutally wide—and he started thrusting faster.

The fat length pistoned between her plush globes, head bumping her lower back with every stroke.

"Fuck, Lulu! I'm coming! I'm coming—I'm coming right on your back—"

One final, deep grind—his hips slamming flush against her ass and he erupted.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out in powerful spurts—painting her lower back, splashing up to her shoulder blades, streaking across the fabric of her top, even catching the nape of her neck.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Load after heavy load until her entire back was glazed, white streaks dripping slowly down her sides.

Lulu gasped at the sudden heat—feeling every pulse, every jet landing on her skin.

But she didn't flinch. Didn't pull away.

Instead she twisted to look back at him, eyes wide with innocent wonder.

"Oh wow...Auntie Nyx talked about this too. She said you let out a lot of fluid from your cock when you finish...but there really is so much. You completely painted my back."

She reached back curiously, scooping a thick glob from her neck with two fingers.

Then, before Luca could react—she brought it to her lips and licked.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

"Woah, that's delicious!"

She licked again, more eagerly this time.

"I didn't think it would actually taste so good."

She turned to look at him, beaming.

"Honestly...it tastes better than the chicken itself."

Another thoughtful lick.

"And since it's coming out of your body, technically this has protein too, right? So instead of eating chicken every day...maybe I can just drink this all the time? It should work as a diet, shouldn't it?"

Luca stared at her—half in disbelief, half in helpless arousal—then burst out laughing.

"Of course, my little chick. My semen definitely has tons of protein."

He leaned over her, still-hard cock grinding lazily against her cum-slick cheeks as he added,

"But that means you'll have to drain me every day."

"You'll have to make me cum over and over again...and you'll have to swallow every single drop."

Lulu looked back at him, completely serious.

"I don't mind at all, Luca."

She reached back, guiding his cock between her cheeks again so he could keep humping slowly.

"If it means that I can save some chickens, I don't mind drinking your semen every day..."

"...especially since it tastes so good."

The earnest declaration—delivered with her usual bright innocence—sent another jolt straight to his cock.

He groaned, captured her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss, and kept humping slowly against her ass—smearing his own cum between them.

And even though they hadn't actually fucked, hadn't crossed that final line—what they were doing felt more passionate, more filthy, more intimate than anything most couples in the village had ever dared.

And so they continued on throughout the night like animals in heat—a hungry wolf and a plump hen—all the while Nyx was wondering what Leona would do, if she heard that she sent her daughter to the wolves den.

But then she shook her head, thinking it was better to never let her sister know and simply let her niece have her fun.