Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Luna sat frozen, her thoughts spiraling in every direction at once.

Part of her was genuinely terrified.

The sight of the raw chicken made her stomach churn, her throat tighten, and she was fairly certain that the moment her fingers touched it, she might start gagging all over again.

The memory of the living, clucking birds from earlier kept flashing through her mind, making the pieces in the basket feel far too real.

’I can’t...I really can’t...’

But at the same time...

Luca had trusted her.

He had handed her the recipe, looked her straight in the eyes, and told her she could do this.

The idea of disappointing him hurt more than the nausea twisting in her gut.

She wanted—no, needed to prove that she could handle this responsibility.

’If I back out now...I’ll disappoint him.’

And so she stood there, frozen between fear and determination.

That was when Nyx suddenly crouched down beside her.

Luna startled slightly as Nyx leaned in close, her voice dropping into a playful whisper near her ear.

”Hey...want me to tell you something interesting?”

Luna blinked, glancing sideways at her aunt.

”I‑Interesting...?”

Nyx smirked.

”It’s not something I usually tell people. And definitely not something I’d normally tell you since it’s rather intimate...”

She paused deliberately.

”...but I can’t get it out of my head.”

Luna’s fear stuttered.

Curiosity—bright, burning, unstoppable rose up and smothered it.

She slowly turned her head.

”What is it, Auntie Nyx?” She asked instantly, voice small but eager. ”What do you want to tell me?”

Nyx’s smile turned slow and satisfied.

”You can’t tell the Hero, alright?” She murmured. ”He’ll definitely get mad if he knows I told you.”

Luna’s eyes shimmered.

Anything involving Luca was instantly sacred.

She leaned closer, voice barely a breath.

”I promise, Auntie Nyx. I won’t tell anyone. Tell me. Please.”

Nyx looked deeply pleased, like a cat that had just lured the perfect mouse into a trap.

She leaned in until her lips nearly brushed Luna’s ear.

”To tell you the truth...” She whispered. ”...the Hero and I got a lot closer last night.”

Luna tilted her head, innocent confusion written all over her face.

”...And?” She asked. ”So why is that supposed to be a secret?”

She scooted even closer, practically pressed against Nyx now.

”I mean...” She continued, puffing out her chest just a little. ”...I think I’m closer to him than you think. I’m probably the closest to him in the entire village.”

Nyx’s eye twitched, just slightly at the obvious jealousy.

Then she laughed quietly and shook her head.

”Not that kind of close, Luna.”

She leaned in until her lips were almost brushing Luna’s ear.

”I mean the kind of closeness where I know the taste of his skin, the hardness of his body, his sensitive spots thoroughly.”

Luna blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then, very slowly understanding crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her entire face turned scarlet.

”R-Really, Auntie Nyx?” She squeaked, voice cracking on every syllable. ”You really became...so close to him?”

”But—But you only met each other so soon! How can you get that close so fast?”

”Doesn’t that kind of thing...take a long time?”

She sounded genuinely baffled, like someone trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Nyx’s smile turned fond and a little sultry.

”We’re both adults, little one.” She said gently. ”Sometimes adults don’t need a long time.”

”All it takes is...a moment.”

”A spark. Passion. Understanding. And last night...we had that moment.”

”So, we got very, very close.”

Luna gulped so loudly it echoed.

Her ears were now bright red.

She couldn’t even speak.

Nyx continued, utterly unfazed.

”And you know, while I was cutting the chickens just now...” She glanced toward the basket. ”...the texture reminded me of something from last night.”

Luna’s eyes went impossibly wide.

”W-What...?” She breathed. ”What did it resemble?”

Nyx’s lips brushed the shell of Luna’s ear.

”It actually felt just like his penis.” She purred.

Luna made a tiny, strangled sound—half gasp, half squeak.

Nyx continued mercilessly.

”Of course—not when it was hard.” She added casually. ”When it was absolutely hard? It was like a stone. Something that couldn’t bend, couldn’t break.”

”Probably stronger than the cleaver I’m using right now.”

She waved the bloody knife for emphasis.

Luna’s imagination visibly spiraled.

”But...” Nyx continued, voice dropping to a sultry murmur. ”I’m talking about when it was soft. When it wasn’t fully standing.”

”But nonetheless, you really have to see it when it’s hard atleast once, Luna. It’s truly obscene—absolutely huge and ginormous. Nothing like anything we have here.”

”Even soft...it was most definitely bigger than any elf man. And that’s what I thought when I touched the chicken.”

”The same softness. The same velvety texture...”

”...it was just like holding onto his cock while it was down, after a whole lot of playing around with it.”

Once she said what need to be said even though it wasn’t exactly true, she pulled back just enough to watch Luna’s face and she was satisfied with the result.

Luna looked like she’d been hit over the head with something very large and very confusing.

Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

A thousand thoughts crashed through her mind at once and seeing that her duty was done, Nyx stood up gracefully

”Anyway.” She said lightly. ”I just wanted to share that with someone.”

She gave Luna one last mischievous wink.

”You can do whatever you want with that information.”

Then she turned and sauntered back to her chopping block.

Meanwhile, Luna was not feeling herself at all.

She felt dizzy.

Overwhelmed.

She was an adult, but she had never been involved in such matters.

Never even thought about them in detail.

And now her own aunt had just bombarded her with vivid, adult information about the man she’d been quietly hoping to grow closer to.

It was too much.

Far too much.

Her mind kept circling back to one impossible question:

’Just...how big was it...if even Auntie Nyx was so shocked by it?’

She shook her head furiously.

’No! T-That’s naughty. Stop!’

But the thought wouldn’t leave.

She looked down at the basket of chicken pieces.

Pale. Pink. Soft-looking.

Velvety.

She swallowed hard.

Slowly, very slowly she glanced around.

Nyx was busy chopping again, humming happily.

No one else was watching.

Luna’s heart pounded.

She knew she shouldn’t.

She knew it was dirty.

But she was so, so curious.

Her trembling hand reached out.

Hesitated.

Then finally closed around a breast piece.

The texture was...exactly as Nyx had described.

Soft.

Warm.

Luna’s ears turned bright scarlet.

She couldn’t help it.

She massaged it gently between her fingers—feeling the give, the smoothness, the slight springiness.

In her mind, she wasn’t holding chicken anymore.

She was holding...him.

She kept touching it, memorizing the sensation, completely lost in the forbidden thought.

And when Nyx turned to see what Luna was doing, a smirk appeared on her face.

There was Luna—sweet, innocent Luna standing alone by the basket, one hand hovering over a plump chicken breast piece like it was some fragile, forbidden treasure.

She was touching it so delicately, so hesitantly, fingers trembling as they stroked the soft pink flesh over and over again.

Her eyes had gone distant, dreamy, pupils slightly dilated and she looked like a little girl who had just discovered something wondrous and shameful at the same time.

Nyx’s inner voice purred with satisfaction.

’My little niece is growing up. She’s not a child anymore. She’s starting to have thoughts. Dirty, adult thoughts. All because of one well-timed whisper.’

But then, Nyx’s expression faltered.

Because Luna was still touching the chicken.

Still pressing, still rubbing, her eyes going more unfocused by the second.

Nyx blinked.

”Okay, that’s enough sensory discovery, sweetheart.”

She muttered to herself.

”Any more and she might start putting it in her mouth thinking of the Hero’s sword.”

Realizing that if she didn’t intervene, Luna would spend the next hour lost in whatever daydream she was having, Nyx cleared her throat loudly.

”Luna!” She called, snapping her voice sharp enough to make her jump.

”Y-Yes?!” Luna gasped and nearly dropped the chicken.

”You know, Luca will be back soon.” Nyx grinned, resting her cheek on her palm. ”And I think you’d be much happier if he saw you had finished all the work he trusted you with.”

That jolted Luna like a lightning strike. Her eyes widened, her face turned pink, and she practically scrambled upright.

”Y-You’re right! You’re absolutely right, Auntie Nyx!” She stammered. ”I-I’ll finish it all!”

Nyx chuckled quietly to herself and went back to chopping. ”So easy to steer.” She murmured with fond amusement.

Luna, meanwhile, looked back down at the chicken, realizing with horror what she’d just been doing.

Her whole face was steaming.

”I can’t believe...I just...”

She shook her head furiously, puffed out her cheeks, and muttered,

”Focus, Luna. Focus.”

Taking a deep breath, she steadied her hands and this time, when she touched the chicken, there was no trace of fear.

No nausea. Just confidence.

Without realizing it, she’d completely forgotten her earlier dread.

Now, following Luca’s instructions carefully, she began working with precision: dipping each piece into the bowl of marinade, making sure it was fully coated in the rich, fragrant sauce before dropping it into the flour mixture.

Then she rolled it around until it was covered in a soft, white layer.

”Now water.”

She whispered to herself, dipping the coated piece into the bowl of cold water, watching the flour cling and form a light crust, before rolling it back into the flour once more.

She set the finished piece onto the parchment paper laid neatly on the ground.

It looked almost perfect—no empty spots, even battered, like she’d been doing it for years.

Nyx looked over her shoulder and gave a low whistle.

”Not bad, little chick.” She said approvingly.

”R-Really?” Luna asked, her cheeks glowing with pride.

”Mm-hm. Keep that up, and you’ll make the Hero fall in love with your cooking.”

Luna’s heart raced so hard she nearly dropped the next piece.

But she didn’t stop.

She kept going—one chicken piece after another—the movements growing smoother, faster, more confident. Each batch that Nyx brought over, Luna coated with care, following every step perfectly.

Before long, the parchment was lined with rows of beautifully prepared chicken, glistening slightly under the sunlight filtering through the trees.

And though she didn’t say it out loud, Luna was practically glowing inside.

She was doing it. Preparing the dish without throwing up, without trembling.

She’d overcome her fear, completely unaware that all of this had been exactly according to her aunt’s mischievous little plan.

Of course, she was still a bit distracted, because every time her hands brushed over the soft chicken flesh, her mind would briefly, unwillingly, wander to a certain Hero and the thing hanging below, and she’d get goosebumps all over again.

She told herself it was only curiosity.

She told herself it was innocent.

But deep down...

She wasn’t so sure anymore.

”Maybe...I really am a perverted girl after all”

She whispered quietly to herself, pressing her lips together in embarrassment,

”And maybe...one day...I’ll get to find out for myself just like Auntie Nyx did.”

She blushed harder and kept working...

...all the while Nyx, hearing her whispers from the side, couldn’t help but think that her niece had really grown up...

...and couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to take after her and turn into a lewd little elf just like her.