Luca carried Selma to the bed and placed her as gently as a man who had just spent two days ravaging half the village could manage.

Selma landed on the mattress with a soft bounce, her face flushed, her body trembling.

She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. Her legs had turned to jelly the moment Luca’s cock had slid between her ass cheeks.

Alia watched all of this with wide eyes, her heart pounding.

She then looked around the room.

Ivy lay on one side of the bed, still twitching, one hand pressed protectively over her glowing belly tattoo.

Tessa was sprawled on the other side, her face frozen in a blissful, empty smile.

Selma had just been deposited in the center, and now—

Now there was no one else.

Realising this, Alia’s blood ran cold.

She was the last one left and that meant it was her turn now!

The moment she thought of that, the admiration and excitement that had been bubbling in her chest moments ago evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold, creeping dread.

Her turn had come. She was next.

She looked at Luca, at his massive, glistening cock still slick with the combined juices of every woman he had taken today, and imagined it plunging into her.

She would be destroyed. Torn apart. Just like the others.

She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the inevitable.

But the ambush never came.

Instead, she heard the soft creak of the bed frame, the rustle of sheets, and then—silence.

When she opened her eyes, Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed, a bottle of water in his hand.

He took a long drink, his throat working, then set the bottle aside and looked at her with an expression that was almost...awkward.

"Before we continue with you, Alia." He said, his voice casual. "I think it would be better if you came over here and sucked my dick clean."

Alia blinked. "What?"

He glanced down at his shaft, still shiny and wet.

"Don’t you think I deserve a little pleasure myself after going round after round with all the previous elves?"

"Not to mention, my cock is completely covered in fluids right now." He gestured at it. "So, unless you want your own pussy filled with everyone else’s juices, I think it would be best if you came over and cleaned it up for me."

Alia felt an overwhelming wave of relief wash through her. It crashed over her so intensely that her knees nearly buckled.

She wasn’t going to be skewered. Not yet. All she had to do was suck his cock.

And honestly? That was something she had dreamed about.

Late at night, alone in her bed, her hands between her legs, she had imagined what it would be like to taste him.

To feel the weight of him on her tongue. To hear him groan because of something she was doing.

Her feminine urges surged, drowning out the last of her fear.

She hurried over to him, her steps light and eager. She dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching for his cock—

"Clothes off." Luca said, holding up a hand. "It would be much better for me if I could see an elf as beautiful as you completely naked while you serve my cock."

Alia didn’t hesitate. Her hands flew to her dress, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Her undergarments followed seconds later.

She stood before him, completely bare, her skin prickling in the cool air.

She was not as developed as Luna or Lulu.

Her breasts were medium-sized, perky, with small pink nipples that tightened in the cool air.

Her hips were slender but curved, her ass round and firm.

A small, neat patch of hair adorned her pubic mound, she had always been a little self-conscious about it, wondering if the Hero would prefer her completely bare like the others.

But when she looked at Luca, she saw no judgment in his eyes. Only appreciation. Only hunger.

His gaze traveled over her body slowly, deliberately, as if he were memorizing every curve, every dip, every shadow. He looked at her like she was a work of art, and the intensity of it made her cheeks burn.

"You’re beautiful, Alia." He said simply.

Alia’s heart soared.

Out of sheer joy, she dropped to her knees, wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and leaned in.

Lick!

The first lick was slow—experimental.

The taste was complex: salty, sweet, musky, all at once.

It should have been unpleasant. Instead, it was intoxicating.

She remembered the lessons Luna had given her.

How to use her tongue. How to tease. How to build pressure without rushing.

With that in mind, she worked her way across his shaft, licking from base to tip, her tongue tracing the thick veins that pulsed beneath the surface.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Luca let out a low groan. His hand found her head, fingers threading through her hair, not pushing, just resting.

"Where did you learn to do that?" He asked, his voice rough.

Alia paused, her lips hovering over his tip. "Luna taught me." She said shyly. "She said if I ever got the chance, I should know how to please you."

Luca chuckled. "I’ll have to thank her."

Encouraged, Alia continued. She kissed his balls, soft and heavy, and he shivered.

She licked them, sucked them gently, and he moaned.

She took his shaft into her mouth, sinking down until the head bumped against the back of her throat, and his hand tightened in her hair.

"How does it feel have a cock in your mouth for the first time?" He asked.

Alia pulled back, gasping for air.

"It’s strange." She admitted, stroking him with her hand while she caught her breath. "I didn’t expect something so hard to feel so soft at the same time."

She licked him again, slower this time, savoring the texture.

"It’s like a banana that you brought from your world."

She continued, her brow furrowing thoughtfully.

"Only much firmer. Much harder. Much smoother."

She traced his veins with the tip of her tongue.

"Even these feel nice."

She moved lower, kissing and sucking his balls again.

"These are especially fun. They’re so soft. So jiggly."

Luca smiled at her endearing answer and his hand couldn’t help but drift from her hair to her chest.

He cupped one of her breasts, his thumb brushing across her nipple.

Alia gasped but didn’t stop. She took him back into her mouth, sucking deeply as he fondled her.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The dual sensations were overwhelming.

His fingers were warm, skilled, rolling her nipple in a way that sent sparks straight to her core.

She moaned around his cock, and he groaned in response.

She then pulled back to breathe, her lungs burning before she looked up at him, her lips swollen, her chin wet.

"Hero—" She began.

He cut her off, his voice firm but gentle. "Don’t call me Hero. Just call me Luca like everyone else."

Alia hesitated. It felt strange to address him so casually, so intimately. But she tried.

"Luca." She said, the name feeling foreign on her tongue. She kissed his tip. "Why does your cock taste different? This part is sweeter. And this part..." She licked along the side. "...is different again. Every part has its own flavor."

Luca laughed, the sound warm and genuine.

"That’s because I’ve been fucking the other women all day. That part..." He pointed to the left side of his shaft. "....that’s probably the taste of Selma. And this part..." He pointed to the right. "...that’s Tessa."

He leaned closer, his face inches from hers.

"You’ve been tasting your friends’ love juices. How does that make you feel?"

Alia’s nipples tightened. Her pussy clenched around nothing.

"It’s strange." She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I’d be tasting my friends the first time I did something like this."

She smiled, a small, shy curve of her lips.

"But it’s also exciting. To think that I’m licking something that has been inside so many elves today..."

She took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, deeper.

"It feels intoxicating." She murmured around his shaft. "Like I’m tasting the love of the entire village."

Hearing her bold words, Luca thrust his hips gently, pushing deeper into her throat, and she didn’t gag.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

She took it, her tongue moving in practiced swirls, her cheeks hollowing.

She was learning quickly. Adapting. Pleasing.

But just as Alia was getting lost in the rhythm of her worship, Luca suddenly thought of something.

A look of deep tenderness replaced his lust, and he gently gripped her chin, pulling her mouth away from his shaft.

"You’re doing a good job." He said, his voice strained. "Just like the runic symbols you carve into the trees."

Alia froze, while Luca continued, oblivious to her shock.

"Every time I walk through the village and see those patterns on the trees, I stop and stare. They’re beautiful."

"You really are talented when it comes to carving."

"You...You knew about that, Luca?" She whispered, her voice a baffled, breathless squeak.

What Luca was saying was completely accurate.

In their village, every elf was assigned a specific responsibility to keep the community thriving.

Alia’s sacred duty was to engrave ancient elvish runes and protection markings into the trunks of the great trees.

The elves believed that these engravings shielded the forest from blight and allowed the timber to grow faster, healthier, and stronger.

But Alia didn’t just carve standard, rigid symbols; she poured her own creativity into the work, turning the bark into beautiful, sweeping murals that looked like living paintings.

While the elders always praised her efforts, she had never imagined that the Hero, a human from another world would ever notice something so quiet and specific.

"Of course I knew about it." Luca said casually, leaning back against the pillows. "The very first time I saw one of your carvings on the trail, I stood there staring at it for a solid ten minutes in pure admiration."

"I actually had to go and ask Luna who was responsible for such beautiful work, and she told me it was you."

He then added with a smirk, "I’ve even seen you working on them with my own eyes."

Alia’s blush deepened until her ears were fully red.

"You did? You saw me?"

Luca nodded with a smile.

"A week ago, I think. You were working on the northern boundary line, completely focused on engraving a massive tree."

"You looked so dedicated that I didn’t want to disturb your process, so I just sat hidden in the brush and silently watched you for an entire hour, just admiring your skills."

Alia covered her face with her hands, completely overwhelmed with embarrassment and a sudden, violent surge of affection.

She had never even suspected he was there.

"Why are you so shocked?" Luca asked, genuinely curious about her reaction. "Is it really that surprising that I knew about what you did?"

Alia lowered her hands, offering a shy, awkward smile as she looked down at her knees.

"The truth is...I just never expected you to know anything about me, Luca. After all, there are so many beautiful elves in this village, and you have so much responsibility on your shoulders."

She looked up at him with a vulnerable gaze. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"I figured you could only really afford to focus your attention on Lady Leona, Nyx, Lulu, and Luna."

"After all..." She let out a self pitying chuckle. "Even though you’re the Hero, you’re only one man; you can’t possibly take care of everyone at once."

But the moment she finished saying, to her utter surprise—Luca flicked her forehead.

"Ow!"

"That’s nonsense, Alia." He said leaning down to match her gaze. "I know more about you than you think."

Alia rubbed her forehead, still stinging. "Like what?"

She thought he was saying so, but to her shock—Luca began to list everything down.

"Your favorite fruit is moonberries."

"Your favorite pastime is walking through the forest at dawn, watching the mist rise from the ground."

"Your favorite song is the one the elders sing during the spring planting festival—you hum it under your breath when you think no one is listening."

Alia’s jaw dropped, while e continued, listing more details—her favorite flower, the spot where she liked to sit and read, the name of her childhood pet.

"And it’s not just you."

Luca added, turning his head to point toward the bed where Selma was still resting, her ears twitching.

"Selma’s favorite food is honeycakes. She’s allergic to pine pollen. She wanted to be a warrior when she was young but became a gardener instead."

He gestured to Ivy.

"Ivy is afraid of thunder. She collects pretty stones. Even though she may be a bit ditzy, she’s actually a really good scout."

He then looked at Tessa.

"Tessa’s daughter is Fefe. She was the one who convinced many children to stop being afraid of the dark with a story she wrote. She plants flowers every spring in memory of her grandmother. And..."

He continued to list of so many things about Tessa along with other villagers that Alia herself didn’t know about, which made her stare at him in a stunned manner.

"How...How do you know all of this?"