The moment Alia and Tessa stepped into the house, they braced themselves for the expected symphony of moans.

Surely, by now, Selma and Ivy, who had been practically vibrating with anticipation would have already pounced on Luca.

After all, two days ago, when the first wave of elves had swarmed the Hero, those two had been swept aside in the chaos, forced to watch from the edges as others claimed what they desperately wanted.

They had complained bitterly afterward, their frustration simmering.

Now, finally, their turn had come. Alia had been certain they wouldn’t waste a single second.

But as she crossed the threshold, the expected sounds never came.

Instead, there was only silence.

She exchanged a puzzled glance with Tessa, whose brow was furrowed in equal confusion.

They moved deeper into the house, their footsteps muffled by the thick tension that hung in the air.

And then they entered Luca’s room.

And the moment they did, the smell hit them first—an overwhelming, intoxicating wave of pure, concentrated sex.

It was a heady cocktail of love juices, sweat, and something else, something primal.

It wrapped around them like a living thing, seeping into their skin, making their heads spin and their bodies flush.

It was as if the very air had been transformed into an aphrodisiac, a spell woven from days and nights of relentless passion.

Alia’s knees felt weak. Beside her, Tessa’s breath hitched.

But what they saw next made them freeze.

Selma and Ivy were standing off to the side, still fully clothed. Their backs were stiff, their faces tight with nervousness, their eyes fixed on the center of the room.

They hadn’t moved. They hadn’t even taken off their clothes.

Alia’s confusion deepened—until she saw Luca and it all made sense.

He sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

But there was nothing relaxed about his presence.

His eyes were dark, intense, almost feral.

A faint smile played on his lips, but it was not a kind smile.

It was the smile of a predator who had eaten well and was still hungry for more.

The aura around him was suffocating. He looked like a lion lounging on a throne made of the bones of his prey.

Dangerous. Unpredictable. Absolutely terrifying.

Selma and Ivy had been eager, desperate even to throw themselves at him.

But now, faced with this version of Luca, they couldn’t move.

They couldn’t even speak.

The reason Luca looked so scary right now was because he had been fucking for nearly two days straight, and it had changed something in him.

He wasn’t just a man anymore. He was something else.

Something that looked at them like they were prey, and he was deciding which one to devour first.

Selma forced a brittle smile.

"Ivy." She said, her voice barely steady. "You’ve been so enthusiastic about the Hero. I think you should go first."

Ivy’s head whipped toward her, eyes wide with betrayal.

"What? No! You’re the one who’s been leading us, Selma. You’re our captain. You should be the first to...to experience this honor."

Selma placed a hand on Ivy’s shoulder, her grip trembling.

"No, no. As your best friend, I care about you deeply. I want to fulfill your desires. Please, go ahead. I’ll watch from here."

Ivy grabbed Selma’s arm and tried to shove her forward.

"I insist. You go. I’ll watch. I’m very good at watching."

"You go!"

"No, you!"

"You!"

"No, you!"

Their voices grew sharper, their shoves more desperate.

Soon, they were openly wrestling, each trying to push the other toward the bed while digging their heels into the floor.

It wasn’t a fight for dominance—it was a fight to avoid being eaten alive.

Alia watched them with a mixture of horror and reluctant amusement.

Even Tessa, who had seemed so confident outside, was now staring at Luca with an expression that was rapidly losing its bravado.

This was especially so because his penis was standing upright like a massive pillar, thicker and longer than she remembered from the brief glimpse she’d gotten days ago.

It seemed to have grown. Or maybe that was just her imagination, magnified by fear.

But eventually, Tessa took a deep breath. Then another. Until finally—

"Enough." She said, stepping between the wrestling women. They froze, staring at her. "You two, stop fighting. I’ll handle this."

Selma and Ivy gaped at her. Alia’s mouth fell open.

Tessa placed a hand on her chest, forcing a confident smile.

"I told you, didn’t I? Your big sister will take care of everything. I’ll take the brunt of it. I’ll prove to you that it’s really no big deal."

Alia reached out hesitantly.

"But Tessa, there’s really no need."

She glanced at Luca and immediately looked away, shivering.

"If you go to him right now, he’ll devour you. He won’t leave any flesh on your bones."

Tessa waved a dismissive hand. "It’s fine. Even though it’s been a while, I have experience with this sort of thing. It should be no big deal." She patted Alia’s head. "Let me take care of it."

She turned and marched toward the bed, her steps brave, her chin raised.

Selma, Ivy, and Alia watched her go with expressions of pure admiration.

She was so brave. So confident. So...

—

Three minutes later, all traces of admiration had vanished.

Tessa was naked, her clothes shredded and scattered across the floor.

Luca had her legs spread wide, her ankles hooked over his shoulders, and his massive cock was buried deep inside her tiny pussy.

Her body was arched, her breasts bouncing with each brutal thrust, her eyes rolled back into her skull.

"Mmmph!♡~ No!♡~ Suck!♡~ Oooh! ♡~You can’t!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

She was moaning, whimpering, completely incoherent.

Every time she tried to speak, Luca thrust harder, and whatever words she had been forming dissolved into a slurry of pleasure.

It had happened so fast.

The moment Tessa had opened her mouth to say something—to assert herself, to establish some semblance of control—Luca had moved.

He had grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed, and slid his fingers beneath her underwear. She had squirted almost instantly, her body betraying her completely.

Before she could recover, her clothes were gone, and he had positioned her like a doll.

She had managed to gasp. "Give me a second to breathe—"

And then he had pushed inside.

Now she was a mess. Her confidence was shattered, her experience meaningless.

She was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, and she loved every second of it.

"Hero...oh Hero..." She moaned, her voice weak and breathy. "Why are you so big? At this rate, I’m going to push out another Fefe. I’m definitely going to be pregnant!"

"My womb can’t handle so much of your semen. Oh no...oh no..."

She kept repeating herself, her words slurring together as Luca continued his relentless pace.

Every few thrusts, she would squirt again, her juices spraying across the bed and splattering onto the three women watching from the sidelines.

Selma, Ivy, and Alia stood frozen, their faces pale, their eyes wide.

"I knew the Hero was an animal in bed." Selma whispered. "But this is...this is too much."

Ivy nodded, her voice shaking.

"I asked about other people’s experiences. They all said it was the most wonderful time of their lives. But this..." She shivered. "This looks terrifying. I want to go home. I want my mommy."

Alia said nothing. She was thinking about Luna, who had told her so casually that Luca would take care of everything.

Luna had lied. Or rather, she had told the truth—just not the whole truth.

Luca did take care of things. He took care of them completely.

He dominated the body, the mind, the soul. He left nothing behind.

This was not lovemaking. This was conquering.

Luca thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, and Tessa’s back arched off the bed.

"I’m coming! I’m coming! Look, Hero, I’m coming!"

She squirted again, the spray hitting all three women.

Her face was ecstatic, her body trembling with euphoria.

"It feels so good. Gods, it feels so good."

Luca emptied himself inside her, then pulled out and let her collapse onto the bed.

Her body continued to twitch, her face frozen in a mask of bliss.

But Luca himself didn’t rest. He didn’t even pause to catch his breath. Instead, he turned his gaze to the three women standing frozen by the door.

Ivy let out a small, pathetic squeak.

Her instincts screamed at her to turn and bolt through the doorway, her feet shifting as she tried to take three steps backward to the door.

But before her heel could clear the threshold, she felt two cold, hard palms plant themselves firmly into the center of her shoulder blades.

She turned her head in shock, looking back to see Selma!

Her was a mask of apologetic horror, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked down at her friend.

"I’m sorry, Ivy." Selma whispered, her lower lip trembling violently. "I really...I really don’t want to die today. Please...just take one for the team."

"I’ll tell your mother you were a Hero."

Before Ivy could even process the words, Selma threw her entire weight forward, shoving the smaller girl straight toward the edge of the bed.

Ivy stumbled forward, her eyes wide with betrayal.

She tried to turn back, to run, but Luca’s hand shot out and caught her wrist.

He pulled her onto the bed, and in the span of a heartbeat, her clothes were gone.

Her slender body was exposed—small breasts, tiny nipples, a narrow little pussy.

She looked like a doll compared to him.

"No, please, Hero—stop!" Ivy cried, covering herself. "Don’t be so aggressive! Let’s play nice first!"

Luca smiled. He looked down at her pussy, already wet and glistening. She was ready. She had been ready since she walked through the door.

He lifted her by the hips, positioning her over the tip of his cock.

"No, no way!" Ivy’s voice was shrill with panic. "That thing is too big! My pussy is too tiny! It won’t fit! It won’t fit!"

From across the room, Selma called out encouragement.

"It’s okay, Ivy! You can do it! I believe in you!"

Ivy’s head whipped around, her expression murderous.

"Shut up, Selma! How dare you say that after pushing me—"

Before she could finish the threat, Luca dropped his full weight.

The remaining half of his massive cock sank into her in one smooth, relentless plunge.

"Grhkkkk—!" The words died instantly in Ivy’s throat, replaced by a wet, strangled gasp.

Her eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, her fingers clawing uselessly at his shoulders as her entire body quaked from the impact.

The shaft drove all the way home, his lower abdomen slamming against her small mound with a heavy, fleshy thud.

Her internal walls were so narrow that even with his cock only halfway in, she was already filled to the point of splitting, the tissue stretched so taut that a thin, dark stream of maiden-blood began to leak from the junction, staining his thighs.

She looked up at him with a weak, completely broken gaze, her lips trembling as she prepared herself for the next blow.

But Luca didn’t thrust.

Instead, he leaned down, his dark eyes softening just a fraction as he slipped his hand behind her neck.

He pulled her head up and caught her lips in a deep, extraordinarily passionate kiss.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

His tongue slid into her mouth, moving against hers with a slow, heavy rhythm that matched the pulse of his groin.

The effect was instantaneous.

The sharp, burning pain between her thighs didn’t disappear, but it was suddenly overwhelmed by a massive rush of warmth that flooded her brain.

The way he kissed her with a total, consuming possession that left no room for doubt made all the fear and the aggression evaporate from her mind.

It was replaced by a surging, chaotic wave of excitement and pure, unadulterated happiness.

Her inner walls, previously locked in a defensive spasm, began to loosen up against her will, softening and molding themselves around the massive iron pillar within her.

Feeling her yield, Luca began to move.

He tightened his grip on her small hips, lifting her slightly with every stroke before driving her back down onto his shaft, over and over again.

"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

The room filled once more with the steady, rhythmic sound of tearing heat.

Selma stood frozen at the very edge of the room, her earlier calm completely shattered into dust.

Her eyes were filled with pure shock and awe as she watched her lifelong friend get absolutely pounded into the mattress, the sheer, unrelenting force of Luca’s thrusts making the smaller elf scream out in a pitch of pure, ecstatic surrender.