Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Seeing this, Luna's eyes went wide.

She pointed her shaking finger directly at the blanket-covered ass and shouted,

"L-Luca...What...What the hell is that?!"

Her voice cracked.

"Why in the world is a butt sticking out of your bed right now?!"

Under the thin white sheet, Lulu's entire body quivered.

Her plump ass cheeks trembled visibly even through the fabric, jiggling with nervous little shakes.

'Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods—I'm caught. I'm definitely caught.'

She could already picture it: her older sister's horrified face, the inevitable lecture, the village gossip that would spread like wildfire.

If she'd confessed on her own terms—maybe over tea, blushing and stammering—she might have found the courage.

But this?

Being walked in on completely naked, ass-up, cum still drying on her back, mouth full of Luca's cock like some depraved little secret?

Humiliation burned through her like fire. She wanted to melt into the floorboards and disappear.

She squeezed her eyes shut under the blanket, waiting for the inevitable scream, the gasp, the "Lulu?! What are you doing?!" that would end her life.

But instead—

Luca's voice came out calm. Collected. Almost bored.

"What's wrong, Luna? Why are you freaking out like that?"

He then reached down casually and patted Lulu's head through the blanket like he was soothing a nervous puppy, while never taking his eyes off Luna.

"You're acting like something really bad happened. Like you caught me red-handed doing something awful. But…"

He shrugged, glancing lazily around the room.

"I don't see anything wrong here. I just woke up. Had a nice morning."

"So, what exactly are you shouting about so early?"

Both sisters stared at him in utter, stunned silence.

Luna's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Lulu's eyes went so wide under the blanket she nearly poked holes in the fabric.

Luna recovered first...barely and jabbed her finger harder at the obvious outline of Lulu's arched ass.

"What are you talking about, Luca?! Just look! Look over there!"

"You obviously have someone under those sheets! Half her butt is literally sticking out! You can't possibly tell me this blanket is hiding anything!"

Lulu squeaked and frantically yanked the sheet down farther to cover more of her cheeks—only managing to make the fabric cling tighter to every curve.

But Luca on the other didn't seem bothered and just blinked slowly, like he genuinely didn't understand the problem.

"So what?"

"So what?!" Luna sputtered. "You have a person in your bed! A naked person! Under a blanket! Doing—things!"

"...And?

Luca shrugged again, utterly unruffled.

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

Luna stammered, cheeks flushing darker.

"I—I mean—well—um—"

Luca didn't let her finish.

"I'm an adult, right? A full-grown adult, who can do whatever I want in my own bed."

"So, if I want to take someone from the village—any elf, any woman and spend the night with her, there's nothing wrong with that. Is there?"

But before she could say anything, Luca answered for her in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No. There isn't. As long as both people agree, as long as it's consensual, there's absolutely nothing wrong."

"Just two consenting adults enjoying each other. Nothing to shout about."

He glanced down at the blanket and asked,

"Isn't that right, darling? There's nothing wrong with what we're doing right?"

Under the sheet, Lulu, heart still racing nodded frantically.

The motion made the blanket bob up and down in clear, unmistakable agreement, while Luna stared at the nodding lump like it had personally betrayed her.

"See?" Luca's lips curved into the faintest smirk. "She agrees completely. So what exactly is the issue here, Luna?"

Luna opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

And seeing her look so speechless and flustered, Luca decided to take advantage of the situation for his own enjoyment.

So, he leaned back against the headboard, looking almost bored now as he said,

"In fact...the way you're accusing me right now? Barging in, shouting, pointing fingers? It's starting to feel a little unfair. Almost like you're trying to shame me for something perfectly normal."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"Maybe I should just prove my point. Right now. Show you there's nothing wrong with what's happening here."

And then to both sisters surprise, he patted Lulu's head and gently said,

"Go on, darling. Don't stop on her account."

"We need to prove our innocence here."

"Show her there's nothing wrong with what we're doing. That's there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"So, go ahead and do what you were doing without holding back..."

"...There's no need to hesitate."

Lulu froze under the blanket.

'He wants me to suck him right now?! While still covered?! In front of Luna?! She can't see my face, but she'll know—she'll hear—she'll see the blanket moving—'

Her stomach flipped with mortification.

But underneath the shame...a dark, thrilling spark ignited.

The forbidden rush of doing something so filthy right in front of her own sister—who still had no idea it was her, made heat pool low in her belly.

She didn't know why, but even though it was so naughty, she still wanted to try it out.

So, hesitantly...slowly...she shuffled forward on her knees under the blanket.

The fabric shifted and tented as she leaned in towards his towering cock.

Her lips parted.

And she took the head of his cock back into her mouth.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The wet, sloppy sounds started immediately.

Soft slurps, little kitten licks, along with the gentle bob of her head that made the blanket rise and fall in obvious, obscene pulses.

And witnessing this, Luna's eyes quivered uncontrollably.

She couldn't see anything directly—the blanket still covered everything.

But what she was doing was unmistakable.

The up-and-down bobbing near Luca's lap.

The wet, filthy noises.

The way the sheet rippled with every enthusiastic suck.

She knew exactly what was happening underneath the sheets and realising this—

—Luna's face burned so hot it hurt.

Someone as inexperienced as her couldn't handle such a situation at all and she completely forgot about all the jealousy and anger she felt a moment ago.

Instead she just wanted to escape from this room of sin.

She took one stumbling step backward.

"I—I'm sorry—I'll leave right—"

But before she could finish, Luca raised a hand.

"Hold up."

Luna froze mid-step, while Luca's smirk grew just a fraction.

"You come barging in here throwing accusations around after shooting an arrow, that almost skewered the person under that blanket in the most horrifying way possible."

"And now you think you can just turn around and flee? Just like that?"

Luna stammered. "I—I know, but—"

Luca shook his head.

"No, I can't let you run. Rather, right now I want you to explain in detail about why you came here. What exactly happened. And why exactly you were trying to assassinate my partner over here."

He glanced down at the blanket—where the bobbing had grown faster, more eager, clearly feeding off the sheer audacity of the moment—then back at Luna.

"Tell me everything from the beginning or else you're not leaving."

Luna's gaze darted between Luca's calm face and the obscene, rhythmic motion under the sheet and she tries to come up with an excuse to escape.

"But—but, Luca! You're busy right now!"

"So, I'll just come by later and tell you exactly what happened and—"

But Luca didn't except any excuse.

"I can multitask, Luna."

He said with a stubborn look in eyes.

"So, go on. Explain in detail why you shot that arrow. And don't leave anything out."

Luna swallowed hard.

She deeply, deeply regretted ever picking up a bow that morning and was considering even giving up on archery all together, since it always ended up in disasters—

—all the while, her little sister, hidden but very obviously occupied was enthusiastically sucking cock under a blanket right in front of her.