Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Luna stood frozen in the doorway, face burning, eyes locked on the bobbing under the blanket.

The wet, obscene slurp-slurp-slurp filled the room like a metronome she couldn't ignore.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Every time the covered head dipped lower, the blanket tented and swayed; every time it pulled back, a tiny muffled moan or happy hum escaped.

And right now, she knew she had no choice.

There was no graceful exit.

No, "I'll come back later."

Luca's unyielding stare pinned her in place like an arrow she'd never fired.

If she tried to run now, it would only make everything worse—he'd call her back, louder, more insistently, and the whole village would hear.

So she swallowed hard, squared her shoulders, and decided: Just say it fast. Get it over with. Apologize, explain, leave. Done.

She opened her mouth.

"Luca, I—"

"Stop right there."

His voice cut through hers and Luna flinched.

"If you speak from all the way over there, I can't really hear you properly. After all, with all these...distracting noises, it's quite hard."

He gestured vaguely toward his lap where the blanket was still rising and falling steadily.

"So, come over here. Sit right next to me on the bed."

Luna's stomach dropped.

Closer?

That would mean—

She'd be sitting inches from the bobbing blanket.

Inches from the wet sucking sounds.

Inches from whoever was making them.

She'd smell it. Hear every detail. Feel the mattress dip with every enthusiastic bob.

So, she shook her head frantically, forcing a shaky smile.

"Actually, there's no need, Luca! Really! I can say it perfectly fine from here. I can even speak louder if you want. I can even shout if that's what—"

Luca shook his head, smile patient but immovable.

"No matter how loud you shout, my ears are still going to be filled with these sucking sounds."

He paused deliberately, letting the room fill with another loud, wet slurp—then a tiny, happy moan from under the blanket.

"Listen to that. She's really enthusiastic about my cock right now. Really working hard, so I won't be able to focus on a word you say if you're all the way over there."

Luna's knees nearly buckled.

She opened her mouth to protest again—

But Luca patted the mattress beside him.

"Come here, Luna...Now."

She gulped so hard it hurt.

But she knew he wasn't asking.

Hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, eyes darting everywhere except the moving blanket—she shuffled forward.

One step. Two. Three. Each one felt like wading through honey.

When she reached the edge of the bed, Luca's hand shot out, caught her waist, and tugged.

She stumbled forward with a startled yelp, landing right beside him on the mattress.

Her hip pressed against his naked thigh and she could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the clean sweat and musk of him, that intoxicating male scent that hit her like a wave of pheromones and made her thighs clench involuntarily.

Luca leaned in close, close enough that his breath brushed her ear.

"Now go on." He murmured, voice low and intimate. "Tell me what happened, Luna. You can completely ignore what's going on down there."

"She's doing her own thing...and you do yours."

His hand slid onto her thigh—gentle at first, then firmer, stroking her flesh up and down.

Luna's breath hitched.

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

If anything, her body leaned toward the touch, traitorously happy to be petted like this.

She wouldn't have minded—wouldn't have minded at all—if his hand wandered higher.

But what did bother her, what made her stomach twist was the blanket right beside her.

The blanket that rose and fell in perfect rhythm.

The high, happy wiggling of an ass underneath it.

The wet, eager noises. Whoever was under there was clearly thrilled, blissfully devoted to the cock in her mouth.

For one dizzy second Luna wondered who it could be.

Then she violently shook the thought away.

'None of my business. None of my business. Just explain and leave.'

She forced her gaze to Luca's face instead.

"It's...It's really simple, Luca. Not much different from what I said before. I-I was feeling really good today. Energetic. So were some of the girls."

"After all, the village has been improving lately, everyone's happier, stronger, so we decided to practice archery. Improve our skills. We set up a target right below a big tree and started shooting."

She swallowed.

"And as always...it was horrible."

"Arrows going everywhere. Barely hitting the target. But I was determined. I really focused. I thought 'this time I'll do it.' But then I pulled back, aimed...and then I slipped."

"The arrow went wild, shot straight upward. I didn't think it would go far, but...it curved and somehow went really high."

"And then...right into your bedroom."

She then asked in a concerned manner,

"Where exactly did it land, Luca? Near the bed? Somewhere else?"

But Luca shook his head and said,

"No, not near the bed. Rather it was aimed so perfectly that if I'd been sleeping right now, it would've stabbed me right in the crotch. Or the stomach and I'd be bleeding out right now."

He then leaned closer, voice dropping to a dangerous purr.

"Honestly, Luna, with how perfectly it curved, how strong that shot was when all your others were weak..."

"...I'm starting to think you were trying to assassinate me."

Luna's eyes flew wide.

"No—no! Luca, no! There's no way! I mean, why would ever want to hurt you? Anything bad happening to you would devastate me!"

"I honestly was so worried the whole way up here that my hands were shaking!"

"So, there's no chance, no chance at all that I would ever try to assassinate you!"

She grabbed his hand in both of hers, clutching it desperately against her chest.

Her eyes shone with pure, trembling adoration like a loyal hound terrified of disappointing its master as she sincerely said,

"I will forever be on your side, Luca. Always. And I would never betray you. Never!"

Luca studied her for a long moment, then gave a teasing smile—deciding to play around with her since she looked so adorable right now.

"Really, Luna? Really?"

He leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear as he whispered.

"Because nowadays...you really don't know who you can trust."

He kissed the sensitive skin just behind her ear as he added,

"Maybe you're just getting close to me...so you can assassinate me later."

Luna whimpered, body trembling.

"No—Luca, no! That's ridiculous! There's no way I'm a spy! No way!"

His tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her ear.

"Not to mention...you're letting me do this right now."

His hand slid higher on her thigh.

"Most people wouldn't let a man lick their ear and grope their thigh while they're trying to explain why they almost killed him."

"Unless...they were trying to distract me."

Luna's breath came in shaky little pants.

"N-No, it's exactly because I'm letting you so close that you should believe me. After all, I-I don't let anyone touch me the way you do."

"That should be more than enough proof that you can trust me…don't you think?"

Her voice cracked with sincerity, eyes shining with helpless devotion.

And of course, he believed that she would never do such a thing, but watching her squirm was so fun and he wanted to pull her along even more to see how far she would go to earn his trust.

So, he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze—then let his eyes drop pointedly to her chest.

"Do you really want to prove it, Luna?"

He let one hand drift up, hovering just over the swell of her breast.

"Tell me, if I were to check your breasts right now, open your top, spread them apart..."

"...I wouldn't find a hidden dagger waiting to stab me, would I?"

His other hand slid behind her, cupped one fat ass cheek through her skirt and squeezed.

"Or if I spread your ass cheeks right now...I wouldn't find some poison vial you've hidden inside your hole, right?"

Luna's face went nuclear red—but she didn't pull away.

Instead she pushed her chest out shyly, arching her back just a fraction.

"S-Sure, Luca...sure. Go ahead."

Her voice trembled, but her eyes were steady—trusting, loving, utterly submissive.

"Do whatever you need to. Check every part of me."

"I-I'll do whatever's necessary to show I'm not a traitor."