Chapter 294: Who Wants To Go For Another Round?
Nyx stared at Luca like he was an entirely different being.
Even though she knew Luca was incredibly impressive, she had genuinely believed that after two days of nonstop, vigorous sex, he would be exhausted—or at least bored of it by now.
That was why she had even prepared a therapeutic room where he could relax, receive a full-body massage, and be treated like a king with all his needs taken care of.
But now it seemed he had no intention of stopping.
He wanted to keep going, and the sheer amount of horniness and vitality he possessed honestly frightened her.
It made her wonder if he was truly here to save the village or if he had simply been sent by the Goddess of Fertility for the sole purpose of spreading his seed.
In that moment, he looked almost like an idol to her—a figure of impossible, almost divine virility.
Unable to contain her awe any longer, Nyx suddenly pulled up her clothes, surprising Luca.
She yanked down her underwear as well, exposing her bare, plump ass. She turned around, bent over the railing beside them, and arched her back, presenting herself under the moonlight.
Her anus twitched visibly, inviting, begging.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire.
"If you’re going to the hospital, go ahead. I won’t stop you. But first—" She reached back and spread her cheeks wider. "Fill me up. Fill my asshole with your seed. After hearing you say all that, there’s no way I can hold back."
Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"Please, I beg you! Fill me up too!"
"Hehe...You don’t have to tell me twice."
Luca grabbed his cock, positioned it at her entrance, and slammed it home.
"Ohhhhhh!♡~"
Nyx moaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed across the quiet village.
"Oh, Hero—! It’s so big—! It’s filling my asshole—!"
He began to fuck her, hard and fast, and she moaned like a wild animal, her body jerking with each thrust.
They made passionate love right there on the platform, not caring that there were villagers below.
The elders blushed at the sight and quickly turned away, shaking their heads at the sheer animalistic nature of their Hero.
Below, in the village square, a young elf tugged at her mother’s sleeve.
"Mama, why is the Hero slapping Auntie Nyx’s bottom?"
The mother covered her child’s eyes.
"Don’t look, sweetheart. Just...don’t look."
"But it sounds like she’s having fun."
"It’s...a special kind of fun. For adults only."
"Oh." The child paused. "Can I have fun when I’m an adult?"
"Absolutely not!"
—
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, the scene was absolute chaos—but the good kind.
The kind that came from overwhelming joy, exhausted bodies, and the shared experience of having been thoroughly and magnificently claimed by the Hero.
The building had been expanded over the past two days to accommodate the sheer number of elves needing recovery.
Now it held over fifty beds, arranged in neat rows, and over fifty elves lay scattered across them.
Some were covered with thin blankets, their bodies still trembling with aftershocks. Others sprawled openly, too tired to care about modesty, their glowing crotch tattoos visible for anyone to see.
The tattoos were beautiful—delicate uterine marks in shades of bright pink, each one unique.
Some curved like blooming flowers, others bore elegant flourishes that seemed to dance across the skin. They pulsed faintly, a reminder of the life growing inside them.
The women themselves talked. They laughed. They argued. They dreamed.
One group, huddled together at the far end of the room, was deeply engrossed in naming their future children.
"Liliana." One elf said, pressing a hand to her belly. "I’ve always loved that name. If I have a daughter, I’m naming her Liliana."
"Too flowery." Another replied, shaking her head. "I’m naming mine something strong. Brynja. It means ’armor.’ She’ll be a warrior, just like her father."
A third elf leaned over, her eyes gleaming.
"I’m having twins. I can feel it! Two little ones, kicking and fighting inside me already."
"You can’t feel twins after two days." Her friend retorted
"I can feel everything. I’m very in tune with my body. Not to mention with how much Luca filled my up, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a whole batch of babies in my belly."
Nearby, another group was locked in heated debate.
"My child will be the next Hero." One declared, crossing her arms. "I’m going to raise them to be strong, brave, and fearless. They’ll protect the village just like their father!"
"No, MY child will be the Hero!" Another countered. "I’m already planning their training regimen. By the time they’re ten, they’ll be able to lift a boulder."
"Ten? That’s ridiculous! Children shouldn’t be lifting boulders at ten."
"You’re just saying that because your child will be weak."
"My child will not be weak!"
Soon the entire group was shouting over each other, each woman convinced her future child would outshine all the others.
The older elves watched from their beds, shaking their heads with fond exasperation.
"Young mothers." One elder murmured, a knowing smile on her face. "So energetic. They’ll learn soon enough that children don’t care about your plans."
Another group examined their tattoos with scientific curiosity.
"Look at the pattern on mine." An elf said, twisting to show her friend. "It curves like a bird in flight."
"Mine has flowers." Her friend replied, tracing the delicate petals with her finger. "Actual flowers. How is that possible?"
"It must be tied to our personalities somehow. Or maybe the Hero’s seed imprints something on us."
"That’s ridiculous. Seed doesn’t have artistic ability."
"Then explain the flowers!"
They couldn’t, but they kept arguing anyway.
Meanwhile, the more experienced mothers, the ones who had already raised children—had gathered in a corner, discussing logistics.
"There will be so many babies." One said, her brow furrowed. "How will we manage them all?"
"We’ll need a rotation system." Another suggested. "Group the mothers by due date, share feeding duties, take turns watching the little ones."
"That’s assuming we all give birth around the same time."
"With the Hero’s seed, I wouldn’t be surprised if we do."
They laughed, the sound warm and full of hope.
Other groups shared their experiences with Luca, their voices hushed and eager.
"He took me from behind." one elf whispered, her cheeks flushed. "I didn’t think I would like it, but he was so gentle at first. He kissed my back, my shoulders, my neck...and then he slid inside." She shivered at the memory. "It was incredible."
"He did that to me too!" Another said. "But he also played with my breasts while he fucked me. I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure."
"Mine was different. He had me ride him while he sucked on my nipples. I’ve never felt so...worshipped."
The stories grew more explicit, the women comparing notes like scholars discussing a particularly fascinating text.
One elf, noticing that another’s ass was leaking semen, asked why.
The elf blushed before she explained.
"I heard you could do it from behind too, so I asked the Hero, and he agreed."
She described how Luca had kissed her tenderly first, licked her, prepared her, and then slid inside.
"It was strange at first, but then...pure euphoria."
The others listened, their eyes shimmering, their own bodies responding to the description.
Several made mental notes to request the same treatment next time.
And just like that, the hospital was a symphony of voices—wholesome, sweet, and dirty all at once.
Everyone was excited, everyone was looking forward to the future, everyone was bonded by the shared experience of being bred by the Hero.
They talked about baby names and nursery decorations.
They argued about whose child would be the strongest, the smartest, the most beautiful.
They speculated about what their children would look like—would they have pointed ears like their mothers or round ears like their father?
Would they inherit his strength, his speed, his mysterious powers?
No one showed any sign of sleeping. The energy in the room was too electric, too alive.
They were all too excited about the future to rest.
Then...they heard the footsteps.
The door creaked open, and Nyx stepped inside.
Her dress was rumpled, her hair disheveled, and there was a distinct wobble in her step. Fresh semen was visibly leaking down her thighs, and she had a dreamy, satisfied smile on her face.
Behind her, completely naked, came Luca and every elf couldn’t help but stare at him in shock.
Their eyes traveled down his body—his broad chest, his toned stomach, his massive, fully erect cock.
It was bigger than they remembered. Harder. Thicker. It seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat, demanding attention.
Gasps echoed through the room.
"Hero? Oh my god, why is he here?"
"Isn’t he supposed to be resting?"
"We all agreed he needed a break!"
They also stared at his cock in disbelief.
How was he still standing? How was he still hard? How was any of this possible?
Nyx smiled brightly, raising her arms as if addressing a crowd.
"You might be wondering why I brought the Hero here."
She paused for a moment until finally saying,
"It’s quite simple, really. It seems our dear Hero hasn’t had enough of pounding your insides."
The room erupted.
"Oh my god, is she serious?"
"The Hero wants another round? How is that even possible?"
"Is he even human?"
"Won’t he collapse on the spot? I don’t want the father of my child to pass away from having too much sex. That would be a tragedy..."
"Though dying on top of a woman in bed would be a rather glorious way to go."
They looked at Luca with a mixture of anticipation, confusion, and genuine worry.
Now that they were carrying his children, they were thinking of his well-being. They didn’t want the father of their future babies to burn out.
Luca felt warmth spread through his chest at their concerned gazes.
They cared about him. Not just as the Hero, not just as the father of their children, but as a person.
Nyx waved a hand nonchalantly.
"You don’t need to worry about that."
She lifted her dress without warning, showing them her ass, where thick semen was visibly leaking out.
"Just a moment ago, I was filled by the Hero again. In the ass."
The women blushed even harder at the shameless display.
"So you really don’t need to worry." Nyx reached over and stroked Luca’s cock. "Our dear Hero is as strong as ever. And if you want to be fucked and pounded once again..."
She looked around the room, her smile widening.
"Just spread your legs and let him lavish you with his seed."
The moment she finished speaking, the room exploded.
"HERO! HERO, COME HERE! FUCK MY PUSSY FIRST! GIVE ME YOUR LOVE!"
"NO, NO, IT’S BEEN AN ENTIRE DAY SINCE I’VE BEEN FILLED UP! YOU HAVE TO FILL ME, HERO!"
"TAKE THAT MASSIVE COCK INSIDE ME AND FUCK MY ASS, LUCA! I WANT YOU TO TAKE MY ASSHOLE VIRGINITY AS WELL!"
"ME, PLEASE! I’M NOT SURE I’M PREGNANT YET! YOU HAVE TO FILL ME, LUCA!"
Any concern they had felt vanished in an instant.
All they could think about was being fucked again—the pleasure, the connection, the feeling of being filled by the Hero. It was pure euphoria.
Plugs were pulled out and tossed aside. Women scrambled into position, their earlier exhaustion forgotten.
One group spread their legs wide, playing with themselves, opening their pussies as wide as possible so the seed inside leaked out.
"Look here! My pussy is ready for you! Come fill me up!"
Another group dropped onto all fours, presenting their asses.
"Look at my juicy pussy! It’s waiting for you! Just push that massive cock inside me and split me open!"
A batch of elves crouched on the beds, twerking their asses in invitation.
"There’s no need for you to work anymore, Hero! Just come over here! I’ll ride your dick! Enjoy the utmost pleasure you can have!"
"NO, FORGET HER! FUCK ME! I’M DYING FOR YOU HERE! MY PUSSY IS DRY AND IT NEEDS YOUR THICK, HARD LUBRICANT TO LOOSEN IT UP!"
The room had transformed into something out of a fantasy—a brothel exclusive to one man, filled with women who were desperate, eager, and utterly devoted to him.
They begged and pleaded and spread themselves open, their bodies glistening with sweat and arousal.
Luca’s grin widened. His cock grew even harder, if that was possible.
The sight of so many beautiful women offering themselves to him was intoxicating.
And finally—he couldn’t hold back any longer.
