Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Leona stepped through the doorway of Luca’s treehouse and immediately felt her breath catch.

This had been a guest house once. A grand, functional space for visitors passing through the village.

But now it was Luca’s home, and she could feel his presence in every corner.

The books stacked neatly on the shelf.

The strange artifacts from his world arranged on the windowsill.

The faint scent of him and something else, something warm and masculine lingering in the air.

But just as she reached out toward one particularly shiny object, Luca suddenly handed her something.

”Wear this, Leona.”

She took it automatically, confused for a moment, until she realized it was a dress. A very revealing black lace lingerie set.

Leona’s cheeks flushed bright red in an instant.

She held the delicate, barely-there garment up and stared at it, then looked back at Luca with wide eyes.

”Do I really have to wear this Luca?” She asked, voice soft and hesitant. ”Isn’t the dress I’m already wearing not enough? This one is too...revealing.”

”Exactly the point.” His eyes traveled slowly down her body, lingering on every curve, and she felt heat pool in her belly. ”You’re being punished, Leona. You don’t get a say in the matter, so just put it on.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off.

”Unless you’d prefer I strip you down myself and put it on for you.”

”NO!” She clutched the lingerie to her chest, backing toward the bathroom in the bedroom. ”No, I’ll do it myself. You just—stay there. Don’t come in.”

She practically dove into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Luca chuckled, shaking his head. He walked into the bedroom, unbuckled his satchel, and tossed it onto a chair.

Then he pulled his shirt over his head along with his pants, letting it fall to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed. His bare chest gleamed in the lamplight, muscles shifting as he stretched.

He was eager. Annoyingly eager, actually. He had wanted Leona to resist, to argue, to play hard to get.

Instead, she had agreed to everything with that infuriating enthusiasm. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

He was going to punish her so thoroughly that she would think twice about being so eager next time.

And the fact that she was Julius’s wife? That made it even better.

Just then a knock came from the bathroom door. Leona’s head peeked out, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with embarrassment.

”Luca.” She said softly. ”Are you sure about this? I’m the Matriarch of the village. I shouldn’t be wearing something so...so...”

”Come out.” He commanded. ”Let me see.”

She bit her lip, hesitating. Then she pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

Luca forgot how to breathe at the tantalizing sight he saw.

The black lace lingerie was a masterpiece of cruel design.

It covered her—technically. But the fabric was so sheer, so transparent, that it hid nothing at all.

Her breasts, heavy and full, pressed against the lace, their roundness visible, their weight unmistakable.

Her nipples, pink and small, pushed against the fabric, straining outward like tiny cherries begging to be tasted.

Her cleavage spilled over the top, a creamy expanse of skin that seemed to glow in the lamplight.

Luca’s throat went dry.

His gaze traveled downward, over her slender waist—no extra fat, just the right amount of softness, a waist made for gripping, for holding, for fucking.

Her hips flared beneath it, curving into long, beautiful legs, thick thighs that promised strength and softness in equal measure.

And her ass. Her fat, jiggly, magnificent ass.

The thong he had given her had wedged itself between her cheeks, leaving the round globes almost completely bare.

He could see why he had been so distracted when she sat on his lap earlier. With an ass like that, it was a miracle he had been able to think at all.

Finally, his gaze settled on the triangle of fabric covering her most intimate place. The material was so thin, so flimsy, that he could see everything.

The soft curve of her outer lips. The hint of her clitoris peeking out. The shape of her, the promise of her.

Leona saw him looking and instinctively moved to cover herself.

”Don’t.”

The word was sharp, commanding. She froze.

”Instead.” Luca said, his voice softer but no less intense. ”I want you to turn around. Do a spin for me. Show off that sexy body of yours.”

She bit her lip again, but she obeyed. She turned slowly, arms at her sides, letting him see every angle. The curve of her waist, the swell of her ass, the way her breasts swayed with the movement.

Luca watched in silence, his eyes dark, his breath steady. When she completed the circle and faced him again, he let out a long, slow sigh.

”Honestly.” He said. ”I’m really pissed right now.”

Leona’s face fell. ”Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head. ”Not you. Him. Your husband”

His jaw tightened as he continued saying in a vexed manner,

”I wasn’t thinking about it before. But now that I see your body—this amazing, unbelievable, devilishly seductive body—I’m genuinely pissed that Julius got to you first.”

Leona’s eyes widened.

”He got to enjoy this. He got to touch these breasts, kiss these lips, feel that ass beneath his hands.” Luca’s voice was low, rough. ”And just the thought of it makes me want to break something.”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.

”I don’t usually get jealous. I don’t care about that kind of thing. But when someone as beautiful as you shows me what’s been hidden under those robes...”

He shook his head. ”It’s impossible not to feel like I missed out.”

Leona’s lips parted. Something flickered in her eyes—a secret, a confession, a truth she was desperate to share. She opened her mouth, and for a moment, she thought she would say it.

Then she closed it again. She just looked at him, shy and happy and unbearably beautiful.

Luca shook himself.

”Fuck it.” He pushed the jealousy aside, forcing himself to focus on the present. ”The past is the past. I’m not going to waste another second thinking about that bastard.”

He looked back at her half-naked figure.

”Right now, you’re here with me. In this ridiculous, sinful lingerie. And I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

He patted his lap. ”Come here. Sit.”

She walked toward him, her hips swaying, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She settled onto his lap, her bottom pressing against his bare thighs, and the contact made them both gasp.

There was no fabric between them now—just skin on skin, warm and soft and electric.

He tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.

”You belong to me now, Leona. Do you understand that?”

His hand slid down her back, gripping her ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

”I don’t care what happened in the past. I don’t care who your husband is or whose wife you used to be...”

”...Right now, this body is mine.”

He squeezed harder, making her gasp.

”So, now that you know. Tell me, these breasts...”

He said, reaching up to cup one through the lace, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She shivered, a small sound escaping her throat.

”...Who do they belong to?”

”...You.” She whispered.

”Say it properly.”

”They’re yours, Luca. M-My breasts are yours.”

His hand slid lower, gripping her ass again, kneading the fat cheek like dough.

”And this fat, juicy, perfect bottom? Is it mine?”

She pressed herself against him, her hips grinding instinctively. ”Yes. It’s yours. All yours.”

His hand moved between her legs, fingers brushing against the thin fabric covering her most sensitive place. He traced the outline of her outer lips, feeling their softness, their heat.

”And this delicate little pussy? This sweet, wet cunt? Is it mine too?”

She was trembling now, her body aching for more of his touch.

”Yes, Luca. Everything is yours! My body. My heart. My everything! There’s no one else. Only you. You own me!”

Luca smiled—a dark, satisfied smile that made her stomach flip.

”Good. Now then.” He patted her hip. ”I think it’s time to start your punishment, don’t you?”

Leona nodded shyly, cheeks flushed.

Seeing her so subservient turned him on even more. This was the same woman who had once wanted to kill him at first sight, now tame and meek in his lap.

He wanted to ruin her even more.

”Lay your body across my legs, Leona.” He commanded. ”Stick your ass out like you’re about to be spanked. Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you for getting yourself such a annoying husband.”

Leona hesitated for only a second before obeying.

She got up from his lap and slowly laid her soft abdomen across his thighs, arching her back and sticking her plump, jiggly ass out invitingly.

Her heavy breasts hung down beneath her, swaying slightly with every breath as she looked back at Luca over her shoulder with a look of nervous anticipation on her face.

Luca gritted his teeth. The eagerness in Leona’s voice, the way she had agreed to punishment without a single protest—it was getting under his skin.

He wanted to break her down, to make her regret being so smug, to see her flustered and begging for mercy.

Fine. If she wanted punishment, he would give her punishment.

Without another word, he pressed down on her back, bending her forward until her rear was raised, presented to him like an offering.

She didn’t resist. If anything, she seemed to lean into it, her back arching, her ass sticking out as if she knew exactly what was coming and was waiting for it.

Luca raised his hand.

He brought it down fast—

SMACK!

—a sharp, stinging slap that cracked through the quiet night air like a gunshot.

His palm connected with her right cheek, and the impact sent a visible ripple through her flesh.

”Ahhhhh—!”

Leona gasped. Her whole body jerked. A moan escaped her lips—high, surprised, somewhere between pain and something else entirely.

When Luca pulled his hand back, a red mark was already blooming on her skin.

Bright, vivid, unmistakable. Her flesh was so sensitive that the mark had appeared in seconds, a testament to how hard he had struck.

The sight only turned him on more.

He raised his hand again and brought it down on the same cheek. Another crack. Another jerk. Another moan.

”Ow! That hurts!” She cried out, her voice pitched high.

He slapped her again. ”Please, Luca—be gentle—”

Another slap. ”It stings! It stings so much!”

Another. ”This hurts badly! It hurts!”

Her words were cries of pain, her voice full of anguish—but her body was telling a different story.

Her hips were wiggling, pushing back toward him.

Her flesh was jiggling with each impact, the red spreading across her cheeks like a sunrise.

Luca couldn’t help but smile.

He continued his assault, bringing his hand down again and again, each slap punctuated by Leona’s cries and the wet, fleshy sound of impact.

Her ass was turning a deep, satisfying red. It was exactly what he had wanted, to punish her, to make her regret her eagerness, to see her humiliated and broken.

After a particularly hard slap, he paused, breathing heavily. He wanted to see her face. He wanted to see the tears, the pain, the ruin he had wrought.

He turned her head gently.

But he froze, when he saw Leona’s face—not expecting the expression she had at all.