Elves were climbing over each other, pulling at Luca’s arms, his legs, his hair. Some were outright wrestling each other for the chance to be next.

Selma had her hand wrapped around his shaft while Alia tried to pry her off.

Ivy was attempting to climb up his back like a tree.

The scene was absolute madness.

And yet, despite everything, a proud smile spread across Leona’s face.

She looked almost...pleased. Like a wife watching her husband conquer an army which, in a way, he was. Her man was out there, dominating dozens of beautiful women, and instead of jealousy, she felt something else entirely.

Excitement. Pride. A strange, possessive thrill that made her heart race.

"He’s really something, isn’t he?" Nyx said, appearing at her side.

Leona nodded, not taking her eyes off the fray. "He really is."

Below them, Lulu had jumped into the thick of it.

"Move aside! Let me teach you all how it’s done!" She shouted, pushing through the crowd. "I’m a veteran now! I have experience!"

"Lulu, you’ve had sex once." Luna called after her.

"Once is enough! I’m practically a master!"

Luna sighed before leaning against her aunt’s shoulder.

"Auntie Nyx." Luna said hesitantly, her voice soft. "Is this really alright?"

Nyx glanced down at her, then pointed at the orgy.

"What kind of question is that Luna? Just look at him."

Luna looked. Luca had somehow managed to thrust into two elves at once—one from the front, one from the back—while fingering two more on either side.

His face was flushed, his hair disheveled, but his expression was one of pure, unadulterated enjoyment.

He looked like he could keep going all day.

"But don’t you think it’s too chaotic?" Luna pressed. "I literally see my best friends fighting over who gets to take him next."

She nodded toward Selma and Ivy, who were currently pinching each other’s nipples while arguing.

"I saw him first!"

"You did not! I called dibs before we even came up here!"

"You can’t call dibs on a person!"

"I just did!"

"And look over there." Luna continued, gesturing to the edge of the platform. "Some elves are too timid to even fight. They’re being pushed out of the fray entirely."

A small group of shy elves stood at the perimeter, shifting from foot to foot, their faces bright red.

They clearly wanted to join, but every time they tried to approach, the mob swallowed them up and spat them back out.

Luna then stamped her foot. The platform groaned.

"I’m also worried about the platform itself." She said. "It’s making weird noises. It wasn’t designed to hold this many people. I’m afraid it’s going to collapse at any moment."

Nyx looked down at the wood beneath their feet. It was definitely creaking.

She thought for a moment, her expression contemplative. Then she smiled.

"As much as I enjoy watching this glorious rebirth of our village..." She put a hand on Luna’s shoulder. "...you’re right. This isn’t efficient. It’s chaotic. Half-hearted. We can’t track who’s getting pregnant, and it’s putting unnecessary stress on the Hero."

She glanced at Luca, who was now being pulled in

three different directions by three different elves.

"Not to mention, he looks like he’s about to be torn apart."

"So what do we do?"

Nyx patted her shoulder. "Don’t worry. I’m in charge of logistics in this village. Before, it was food and supplies. Now? Getting everyone pregnant is just another supply chain problem."

She puffed out her chest proudly, her breasts bouncing with the motion.

"And I’ve already figured it out."

"You have?"

Nyx nodded sagely. "Leave it to me."

She had a look in her eyes, a glint of organization, of planning, of a woman who had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

"By tomorrow..." She said. "...this will be a well-oiled machine."

—

Two days later...

The morning dawned bright and clear over the elven village.

The sun rose high in the sky, painting the treetops in shades of gold and amber. Birds sang. Flowers bloomed. And the village itself buzzed with an energy that hadn’t been felt in decades.

Because these days were the new beginning of the village.

And currently, the focus of this new beginning was Luca’s treehouse, perched atop one of the tallest trees in the village.

The stairs leading up to it, along with the platform outside his door, were currently filled with a long line of elves.

At least twenty of them stood waiting, whispering among themselves.

Some were shy, their faces flushed with anticipation.

Others could barely contain their excitement, bouncing on their heels and giggling nervously.

Every face showed a mixture of nervousness and eagerness.

Especially since, from inside Luca’s home, intense moans and screams could be heard.

"Yes! Yes! More! Fuck me, Hero!"

"Ah—make my pussy wet! Push that massive cock inside!"

"Destroy this elvish pussy! Ruin me!"

The voices were different—different women, different pitches, different accents.

But they all shared the same desperate, ecstatic tone. They were being absolutely ravaged.

The line outside grew more excited with every scream.

"Listen to them." One elf whispered. "They sound like they’re dying."

"The good kind of dying." Another corrected.

"When is it our turn?"

"Soon. Patience."

The truth was, ever since that night, Nyx had made it her mission to ensure the impregnation of the entire village went smoothly.

Despite the passion and eroticism of the orgy, she had quickly realized that it wasn’t the most efficient method.

So she had devised a better system.

Everyone would come to Luca’s house in batches.

Small groups, scheduled throughout the day. They would get their turn, get impregnated, and then be carried out on stretchers because no one, not a single elf, had been able to walk out on her own.

The hospital Luca had set up was now filled with recovering women, their wombs glowing pink with the promise of new life. Each one had been thoroughly, completely, and utterly claimed.

And now, on the second day, it was the final batch’s turn.

At the front of the line stood four familiar figures.

Selma, Ivy, Alia, and Tessa, who was not only Fefe’s mother and Leona’s close friend, but also the same elf who always supported Luca first in her arguments with Luca.

Selma was impatient, as usual. She groaned and stamped her foot, glaring at the door.

"I can’t believe we were given the very last batch! We had to wait so long while everyone else already had their time with the Hero!"

"Exactly." Ivy nodded, her expression dreamy and distant. "Now our children will be younger than the rest. They’ll probably get bullied!"

Selma’s eyes narrowed. "We should form an alliance. A coalition of the youngest. That way they can stand together against the older kids."

Ivy’s face lit up. "That’s brilliant! We’ll call it...the Baby Alliance!"

"The Baby Alliance?"

"It’s a working title."

Tessa, who had been listening with amusement, placed a hand on both their shoulders. She had a motherly aura about her—warm, kind, and little playful.

"Oh, come on, you two. There’s no need to get competitive. In the future, we’re all going to be mothers. We’re supposed to help each other, not fight."

She smiled as she added, "So, there’s no ’your baby’ and ’my baby.’ All of our babies are all of our children."

"We’ll love each other’s kids just as we love our own."

Selma and Ivy stared at her in awe.

"As expected of Tessa." Selma whispered.

Ivy clapped her hands slowly. "I want to become an adult like you someday."

Tessa puffed out her chest, her breasts bouncing proudly. "What can I say? After being a mother for so many years, I’ve picked up a thing or two." She beamed. "You can praise me more if you want."

They did.

Alia watched the three of them with a mixture of amusement and anxiety.

She was excited, yes. She wanted to go inside, wanted to get pregnant, wanted to start the next Chapter of her life.

But she was also scared.

Unlike Selma and Ivy, who seemed to have no fear at all, Alia knew exactly what she was walking into.

She had seen the women carried out on stretchers.

She had heard their screams.

She had witnessed the aftermath.

And the thought of taking Luca’s massive cock inside her and being stretched and filled and claimed made her shiver.

Last night, she had even asked Luna for advice.

"What should I expect?" She had whispered. "Is there anything I should know?"

Luna had just smiled dreamily, her hand resting on her still-flat belly.

"Don’t worry." She had said. "Luca will take care of everything. Just let him have his way with you."

Alia had not found that particularly reassuring.

Now, standing in line, she could feel her heart pounding. Her palms were sweaty. Her legs felt weak.

Every moan, every scream, every cry of pleasure from inside made her flinch.

Then, suddenly, the sounds stopped.

The door burst open.

A group of fully clothed elves walked out, carrying stretchers.

On each stretcher lay a naked elf—battered, bruised, and utterly wrecked.

Their bodies were slick with semen and love juice, their pussies still overflowing with thick white fluid that dripped down their thighs, which seemed to be plugged with some wooden tool.

The women on the stretchers moaned and cried out, lost in their own delirious worlds.

"No more—no more!" One sobbed. "You’re too big! Please, I can’t take it!"

Another smiled dreamily at the sky. "Please...stuff it inside me again. I want more. I want it!"

A third elf locked eyes with Alia, her expression terrified.

"Don’t go in there!" She shrieked. "The Hero is a monster! He’ll destroy you! Please—don’t!"

The fourth elf thrashed against the restraints holding her down.

"No—let me stay! Hero, please, don’t let me go! I want to feel your cock again! Give me more!"

Two elves restraining her shook their heads.

"Calm down, Donna. You had your turn. Let the others have theirs."

"NO! I WANT TO STAY!"

The stretchers were carried away, the women too weak to walk on their own. Donna’s screams faded into the distance.

Alia felt her stomach drop. This was the fourth time she had witnessed this scene, and it never got easier. Her fear only grew.

Selma and Ivy, however, were practically vibrating with excitement.

"Did you see them?" Selma whispered. "They looked so happy."

"I know." Ivy agreed. "I can’t wait to be ruined like that."

Tessa blushed, her hands clasped in front of her. She was clearly looking forward to it too.

Alia opened her mouth to say something, she wasn’t sure what—when the door opened again.

Nyx stepped out.

She was fully clothed, looking as enchanting as ever, with a book in one hand and a quill in the other. She was taking notes.

"The final batch of the day." She announced, flipping through her pages. "Impregnation complete for the previous group."

She glanced up. "Selma, Ivy, Alia, Tessa?"

"Here." they chorused.

"The previous session ended early." She announced. "Things got a little chaotic, so you’ll have some extra time with the hero."

She grinned. "Lucky you."

She then stepped aside and gestured to the open door.

"There’s no need to hesitate. Our dear hero is waiting for you inside."

Selma and Ivy exchanged excited glances and rushed in.

Alia stood frozen in fear

Tessa noticed this and she placed a gentle hand on Alia’s shoulder.

"It’s alright." She said softly. "Your big sister is right by your side."

Alia looked up at her, surprised.

Tessa smiled. "I’m much more experienced in this matter. Don’t worry—no matter what happens, I’ll protect you. I’ll take the brunt of it."

Alia felt a surge of gratitude. She nodded.

"Thank you, Tessa."

Together, they walked inside.

The door closed behind them.

Nyx stood outside, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She shook her head and whispered to herself.

"It’s funny." She murmured. "How willingly they walk in to get destroyed."

She leaned against the railing, pulled out her book, and waited for the screaming to begin.