Chapter 290: The Hero Who Goes Above And Beyond

It just didn’t make sense to Alia.

Mika was a Hero. He had his own responsibilities and countless things to worry about.

There was no way he should have had the time to know so much about everyone around him.

And yet, somehow, he did. He understood their personalities, their problems, and even things they rarely told other people.

It almost felt like he had lived with them for years.

The whole thing left Alia confused.

Luca shrugged, looking almost embarrassed as he said, 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Don’t act too surprised, Alia. Even though I can’t give all of you my full attention, that doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore you completely."

He reached out and cupped her cheek.

"All of you are going to be my future wives. The ones who will bear my children. I can’t just leave you alone."

He smiled.

"So I made it my mission to learn about everyone in the village."

Alia gasped as he went on to warmly say,

"Iknow every single villager’s name. Their interests. What they want for the future. I’ve asked around, listened, watched."

"I have a thorough understanding of all of you."

Alia’s heart raced frantically, a look of profound appreciation spreading across her features.

"But why, Luca?" She whispered, a tear of pure happiness gathering in the corner of her eye. "Why do you go so far for us? You don’t need to. We would be satisfied just by bearing your child."

"As if I could allow that." Luca snorted, shaking his head.

"Unlike the other male elves..."

His voice dripped with contempt.

"...I can’t just leave this responsibility behind and let you raise my children alone. I have to put in my own effort. I have to make it up to you."

Alia shook her head. "But there are so many of us, Luca. And this is just the beginning. You’re going to other villages, other races. There will be more and more women. How will you manage all of them?"

Luca scratched his head, looking suddenly overwhelmed.

"Honestly? I don’t know. It’s going to be a problem in the future. A big problem."

He looked at her, his eyes sincere.

"But I can still do my best. I can still try to get to know every single one of you. I can still try to treat you with as much love as a single man can give."

Alia’s heart swelled. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

She had told herself she could be alone. She had accepted it, made peace with it.

But deep down, she had worried.

She had wondered if she would ever feel truly loved, or if she would just be another vessel for the Hero’s seed.

But Luca was trying. He was actually trying.

Where else in the world could she find a man like that?

A man who didn’t have to share his love but chose to anyway

There was no one else. There never would be.

She looked at him, and for the first time, she felt more than appreciation. More than loyalty. She felt love.

Luca saw it in her eyes. His gaze softened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

"I also know..." He whispered. "...that you want three kids."

Alia’s face went crimson.

"A boy first." He continued. "then twin girls. You’ve already picked out names. Aren, Flora, and Selene."

Alia’s mouth fell open. "How—"

Before she could ask, he kissed her.

"Mmmm—!"

Gently at first, then deeper. His tongue slid against hers, and she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He then lifted her onto the bed, his hands roaming her body, stroking her back, her hips, her thighs.

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

She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.

When they finally broke apart, she was breathless and Luca himself lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head, looking up at her with a confident smile.

"Go on, Alia." He said. "Take my cock yourself."

Alia’s eyes widened. "Me?"

"I just thought that you’d want to give it a try⁴? Unless you want me to take over."

Alia quickly pushed him back down. "No, no. You’ve done so much already. You’ve given so much effort to treat everyone with the same level of love."

"So..." She gave a beautiful smile. "How can I, your dear wife, hold back when you’re showing such responsibility?"

She positioned herself over him, her knees on either side of his hips. She then reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, feeling the head press against her wet folds.

She took a deep breath.

Then she lowered herself.

"Oh—! It hurts—!" She whimpered, her nails digging into his chest. "It hurts so much—!"

Luca reached up and held her firmly, his hands on her hips, steadying her.

"You can do it, Alia." He said softly. "Take your time. I’ve got you."

Alia nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She sank down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, feeling herself stretch around him.

The pain was sharp, intense—but beneath it, there was something else. A fullness. A rightness.

When she finally took him all the way and his tip pressed against her womb, she let out a shaky breath.

"I did it." She whispered. "I actually did it."

Luca smiled up at her. "You did. Now do you think you can move."

Alia nodded her head and began to move. Slowly at first like a musician learning a new instrument.

She rose up on her knees until only the tip remained inside her, then sank back down, savoring the feeling of being stretched, of being filled.

"Ahhh—! Mmm—!" Her breath came in soft, shuddering gasps, and her hands pressed flat against Luca’s chest for balance.

"That’s it." Luca murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Just like that. Take your time."

She found a rhythm—up, down, up, down—each movement a little smoother than the last.

The initial sharpness of the pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, throbbing warmth that spread through her belly and radiated outward.

She could feel every ridge of his cock, every pulsing vein, as it dragged against her inner walls.

"You feel so good inside me." She whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. "So full. I never imagined...that sex could feel so heavenly."

Luca reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

They were already hard, sensitive, and the touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy. She moaned, her rhythm faltering for a moment before she found it again.

"Look at me, Alia."

She opened her eyes. He was watching her with an intensity that made her stomach flip.

"I want to see your face when you come." He said. "I want to see the moment you become mine."

Alia’s heart swelled. She rode him faster, her thighs burning with the effort, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the soft moans of the other women still recovering on the bed.

"You’re so beautiful like this." Luca said, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. "So eager. So hungry."

"I-I am hungry." Alia admitted, her voice breaking. "I’ve been hungry for so long! I didn’t even know it until now!"

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head, and began to move in a different way—grinding her hips in circles, letting his cock stir deep inside her.

Luca groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Just like that." He urged. "Don’t stop."

Alia didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The pleasure was building inside her like a wave, growing taller and taller, threatening to crash over her at any moment.

"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"

She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tight coil of heat in her belly that grew tighter with every thrust.

"Luca—!" She gasped. "I’m close—! I’m so close—!"

"Then come for me." He said. "Come on my cock, Alia. Let me feel you!"

She shattered.

"Ahhh—! I’m coming—! I-I’m coming—!"

The wave crashed, and Alia cried out, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.

Luca held her steady, his hands gentle but firm, letting her ride out the storm.

When she finally stilled, trembling and breathless, he flipped their positions, rolling her onto her back beneath him so quickly the room seemed to spin.

The full, crushing weight of his muscular torso settled between her thighs, and without giving her a single second to recover her breath, Luca began to hammer into her.

"Ah! Oh, gods, Luca!" Alia shrieked, her legs instantly flying wide as he drove his hips forward with a brutal, relentless power.

"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"

The change in pace was instantaneous and staggering.

He wasn’t the gentle, resting husband anymore; he was an apex predator reclaiming his territory.

He pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head, his broad chest pressing flat against her breasts as his lower half delivered a steady, mechanical pounding that made the heavy timber frame of the bed rattle violently against the wall.

"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~

Every single thrust was deep, unyielding, and fast, burying his thick shaft to the absolute root until her small lower abdomen looked visibly distended from the impact.

Alia’s mind was instantly blown to pieces by the sheer intensity of the assault.

Her moans turned into a constant, high-pitched wail of pure, unadulterated pleasure, her toes curling into the sheets as her internal walls were relentlessly reamed out by his thick, veiny skin.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his voice rough. "Is this what you’ve been dreaming about?"

"Yes—!" She moaned. "Yes, yes, yes—!"

"Tell me." He demanded, thrusting harder. "Tell me what you want!"

"I want you!" She gasped. "I want your cock! I want your seed! I want to be pregnant with your child!"

"Dirty girl." He growled, but there was affection in his voice. "My dirty girl."

He changed her positions with a fluid, spontaneous ferocity—pulling her legs up over his broad shoulders to expose her even deeper to his thrusts.

"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

Then flipping her onto her side, lifting her top thigh high into the air as he rode her from a sharp, agonizingly deep angle that made her squirt clear fluid all over his stomach.

"You like the power, don’t you, Alia?"

Luca talked dirty right into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe as he ruthlessly wrecked her core.

"You wanted to play the gentle wife, but your pussy wants to be absolutely destroyed. Look at how much juice you’re leaking. You’re drowning me."

"Yes! Yes, destroy it! Break me, Luca!"

Alia sobbed into the pillow, her head rolling wildly as her body underwent a massive, involuntary climax.

"Fuck me like an animal! I love it so much...oh gods, I’m fully losing my mind!"

From nearby, she heard a voice, weak but amused.

"Wow...look at her go."

Ivy giggled, leaning her shoulder against Selma’s as she watched Luca’s massive shaft disappear entirely inside Alia’s arched rear with a loud, wet crack.

"I’ve never seen Alia make noises like that in my entire life."

"Can you blame her?"

Selma let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her fingers tracing the fresh tattoo on her own belly.

"Look at the angle he’s hitting her at. Luca is completely turning her inside out. I think she’s already forgotten her own name."

"Hey, Alia!" Ivy called out mockingly, her voice dripping with playful affection as Luca delivered a stinging slap to Alia’s perky ass cheek.

"Make sure you keep those hips up! You said you wanted three of them, remember?"

Hearing her friends’ teasing comments sent a sudden, explosive blush across Alia’s entire body.

But instead of making her shrink back, the sheer lewdness of being watched by her sisterhood amplified her arousal tenfold.

She arched her back even deeper, her pussy wall clenching around his thick column with a desperate, frantic suction that drew a sharp grunt from Luca’s throat.

"See? She loves it." Selma whispered, her eyes shining with fascination as she watched Alia’s thighs shake from the sheer volume of pleasure.

Alia barely heard them. She was lost in sensation, in the feeling of Luca’s cock plunging into her, in the promise of what was to come.

Just then, Luca reached around and began to stroke her clit, and that was all it took.

"Ahh!♡~ Haaah!♡~ Ahhhhh!♡~"

She came again, screaming his name, her body shuddering around him.

Luca followed moments later, burying himself deep inside her as he released.

"I’m coming, Alia! Take it! Take it all, you dirty elf!"

She felt the heat of his seed flooding her womb, thick and warm, and she moaned in satisfaction.

He leaned forward, still inside her, and kissed her—softly, tenderly, a stark contrast to the ferocity of their coupling. She melted into the kiss, her hands cradling his face.

When he finally pulled back, he was smiling.

"Look." He said, nodding toward her belly.

Alia looked down. A tattoo was forming just above her pubic mound—delicate, intricate, glowing a soft pink.

The mark of pregnancy.

The sign that she was carrying his child.

"I’m pregnant." She whispered, touching the mark with trembling fingers. "I’m actually pregnant."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

And in that moment, surrounded by her friends, filled with her lover’s seed—

—Alia knew that everything was going to be alright and she couldn’t help but look forward towards the future.