Chapter 347: New Race Introduced!
Before Leona could even react, Luna came rushing over as fast as she could.
Which, to be fair, wasn’t particularly fast, she was making sure to be careful, one hand protectively cradling her growing belly.
But nonetheless, she arrived with an excited look on her face, like she was about to deliver the best news of the century.
Then she froze.
Her eyes took in the scene before her: Luca standing with his cock still out, still hard and glistening.
And her mother crouched down on her knees, her belly much more prominent in that position.
Leona’s face went scarlet. She scrambled to her feet, her hands flying up in a frantic gesture of denial.
"No, Luna, don’t misunderstand!" She blurted out, her voice an octave higher than usual. "It’s—it’s a bee!"
Luna blinked. "A...bee?"
"Yes!" Leona nodded frantically, grabbing onto Luca’s cock and pointing at the tip. "A bee went inside Luca’s penis! See? Look how bulbous it is over here!"
"I was just trying to—"
Luna’s expression remained flat. "Mother, his penis is always that bulbous. I’ve seen it enough times to know."
"No, no, this is extra thick today!" Leona insisted, her voice desperate. "If you took it into your mouth, you’d understand! It’s really hard to suck out!"
"I was just trying to take care of it because he was in too much pain!"
Luna didn’t react much at all. Instead, she just let out an exhausted sigh from deep in her soul, rubbing her forehead with obvious exasperation.
"Mother." She said slowly. "You do know that you don’t need to give such excuses to me, right?"
Leona froze.
"We’ve already had threesomes." Luna continued, her voice filled with patient exasperation. "With me, you, and Luca. And foursomes."
"And fivesomes."
"And sixsomes."
"And multiple orgies in the past month alone."
Leona’s ears began fluttering wildly as Luna’s words painted a vivid picture in her mind.
The past month had been a blur of passion and pleasure—Luca railing every single elf in the village, one by one, day after day.
The lake parties where they had all gathered together, their bodies entwined in the moonlight.
The tree-top escapades where Luca swung like a monkey, grabbing onto whichever elf was closest and—
"It’s okay, Mother." Luna said gently. "I’ve already seen you in every possible embarrassing position."
"Remember that time at the garden when you were on all fours and Luca was—"
"Luna!" Leona’s face was practically glowing with embarrassment. "Please don’t talk about that!"
Luna smiled warmly. "I’m just saying, you don’t need to hide from me. I don’t care about what you’re doing. In fact, I’m happy for you."
Despite her daughter’s reassurances, Leona still felt a wave of shame wash over her.
She quickly straightened her clothes, brushing off imaginary dust, and stepped behind Luca as if he could shield her from her daughter’s knowing gaze.
It was strange, really. Luna had always been the shy one, the reserved one.
But after everything they had been through, Luna had grown comfortable with it all.
Leona, on the other hand, still felt flustered every time.
Luca chuckled and put a hand over Leona’s shoulder, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
She immediately calmed down, snuggling into his warmth like a cat seeking comfort.
"So." Luca said, turning to Luna with a curious expression. "What exactly is this good news that made you come running over here?"
He glanced at her belly and grinned. "You know, our poor child is going to be complaining about being jostled around inside there."
Luna blinked. "Oh! Right! The good news!"
She quickly went over to Luca, got on her tiptoes, and with a shining look in her eyes that was full of joy—not for her, but for him—she said.
"We got a message from the Centaur race, Luca!"
Luca’s casual expression instantly vanished. He froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"What?" He breathed. "The Centaurs? They contacted us?"
"Yes!" Luna nodded enthusiastically. "Auntie Nyx was the one who received the message."
"They’ve called you over to their territory and want you to come visit!"
Luca stared at her, his jaw hanging open. He seemed unable to process what he was hearing.
"The...Centaurs?" He repeated. "Those same Centaurs who vowed to fight to the death with me the last time I met them? Two weeks ago?"
"Yes!" Luna’s ears were flapping around in excitement. "Yes! Those same Centaurs! They really did call you over!"
For a moment, Luca was completely still.
And then...he vanished.
Luna blinked in confusion, looking around the empty space where he had been standing.
"Luca? Where did you go?"
Leona smiled, her composure finally returning.
"To meet Nyx and confirm the news for himself." She said, her voice calm and matriarchal once more. "Let’s go. I want to hear the details as well."
She too was thrilled by this development.
Luca had been deeply worried that none of the races would ever contact him again.
The Centaurs had been particularly hostile, and Luca had fretted over how to repair the relationship.
So, to hear that they were reaching out was incredible news.
—
Inside the office, Nyx sat behind a large desk, her brow furrowed as she studied a stack of papers.
Her pregnant belly pressed against the edge of the desk, making her look both professional and undeniably maternal.
On the sofa nearby, Lulu was lying down on her back, her round belly exposed to the air.
She had unbuttoned her dress to make room, and her stomach was completely bare, a perfect white canvas for what was currently resting there.
Little chicks!
Tiny, fluffy yellow chicks were perched on her belly button, pecking playfully at her exposed skin.
Lulu giggled as their tiny beaks tickled her, her face alight with pure joy.
"Chiquita, stop that!" She laughed, trying to gently brush the chick away. "That tickles! And you too, Pipsqueak—you’re going to wake up the baby!"
The chicks paid her no attention, continuing their enthusiastic exploration of her pregnant belly.
"Just like you guys." She cooed. "There’s a baby underneath as well. One day, just like how you cracked out of your eggs, my little baby will come out."
"And by then, you’ll all be grown up. I can introduce you two!"
One of the chicks pecked at her belly button, and Lulu giggled.
"Stop it, that tickles!" She laughed, gently shooing the chick away. "Be good, or I won’t introduce you to my baby!"
Just then, the door slammed open.
Luca burst into the room, his face wild with excitement.
"Nyx!" He shouted. "Is it true? Tell me it’s true!"
Lulu immediately clutched her belly protectively.
"Don’t shout, dummy! You’re going to disturb the baby!"
But Luca was too excited to listen. He rushed to Nyx’s desk, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Is it true?" He demanded, his voice shaking. "Did the Centaur race really contact us? Do they really want me to come over?!"
Nyx looked up at him, momentarily startled by his intensity. But then a smile spread across her face.
"Yes, Hero." She said, her voice warm. "What Luna said is true. The Centaur race has invited you to their village."
The moment she said it, it was like fireworks had exploded in Luca’s head.
He released her shoulders and began jumping around the room, pumping his fist in the air.
"LET’S....FUCKING...GO!"
He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
"Yes! YES! I thought it would never happen! I was sure I was going to be confined to this village for the rest of my life!"
"But who would have thought that one of the races was finally giving in and of all the races..."
"...IT WOULD BE THE CENTAURS!"
Nyx watched him celebrate, a soft smile on her face. She looked down at her pregnant belly and placed a gentle hand on the swell.
"Look at your father, little one." She whispered. "See how happy he is? What a silly man he is."
"What’s happening?" Lulu asked again, laughing. "I don’t understand, but I want to join in!"
She clambered off the sofa and waddled over to Luca, joining him in his happy dance.
Leona and Luna arrived just in time to see the spectacle.
They watched for a moment as Luca continued his celebration, spinning Lulu around in a circle despite her protests that the chicks were going to fall off.
Finally, the celebration died down, and the questions began.
"Why exactly did the Centaurs call him over?"
Luna asked, moving to stand beside Nyx.
"I always thought if any race called Luca over, it would be the Harpies. They didn’t seem too offended by what happened."
"Or...even the Dark Elves, given how chaotic they are."
"They might have just invited him over for some messy fun."
Nyx shrugged. "Honestly, I don’t know."
Luna blinked. "You don’t know?"
"The message was very short." Nyx explained. "It didn’t give an explicit reason or anything like that."
"It simply said that when the sun reaches its peak today, they want Luca to go to the temple. They’ll be waiting to receive him at that time."
Leona frowned. "That’s strange. The Centaurs are usually very formal. They wouldn’t normally send such a vague request. There should be more detail, more explanation."
"This doesn’t seem right at all."
"What are you saying, Mother?" Luna gulped in fright. "Are you saying this could be a trap? That the Centaurs are trying to take down Luca?"
Luca scoffed, walking over and pulling Luna’s cheek in a reproachful manner.
"What are you saying, Luna?" He asked, his voice filled with amusement. "Those dignified Centaurs, who hold themselves to a strict knight’s code of honor would never do something as disgraceful as setting up a trap."
"That’s not how they operate."
"Luca is right about that." Nyx nodded in agreement.
"The Centaurs are all honor-bound. They care too much about dignity and reputation to do something underhanded."
Luca grinned. "And even if it was a trap." He said, his voice filled with confidence. "Do you really think they could do anything to me?"
The women exchanged glances. They all knew the answer to that question.
"No." Leona admitted. "They couldn’t even if they all nine lives."
"But still." Nyx said thoughtfully. "It does seem strange. The Centaurs aren’t the type to be so...cryptic."
Lulu, who had been quiet until now, suddenly popped her head into the conversation.
Her eyes were shining with curiosity.
"So, who exactly are these Centaurs? And who runs their kingdom? I’ve heard stories, but I don’t actually know anything about them."
"I have the same questions." Luca said, his voice entirely focused. "Who rules them? What’s their structure? Their customs, their traditions—everything."
"I can’t afford to make a mistake when I meet them."
He adopted a soldier’s posture and borrowed Luna’s notebook to take notes.
"All the necessary details would be lovely."
Nyx exchanged a glance with Leona, then nodded.
"The Centaurs are one of the oldest races on the Human Continent."
She began, settling back into her chair.
"They’ve existed for just as many centuries as we have, perhaps even longer. Across kingdoms and nations, they are regarded with immense respect."
Luca’s pen moved across the page, capturing every word.
"Why? What makes them so respected?"
"Centuries of unwavering honor." Leona answered. "Generations of service. The Centaurs have never wavered in their principles, never compromised their values for personal gain."
"Their reputation is built on a foundation of integrity that has remained unshaken for thousands of years."
Luca nodded slowly. "That’s impressive. Humans would have been corrupted by power or influence over that much time."
"The Centaurs are different." Nyx said with clarity. "Their society is structured around a single principle: service to their Queen and her ideals."
"Every Centaur, regardless of status or lineage, considers herself a knight first and foremost."
"Protecting the Queen is not simply a duty—it is the highest honor one can achieve."
"The Queen." Luca repeated, writing it down. "So they’re a monarchy? A single ruler?"
"An absolute monarchy." Leona confirmed. "The Queen’s word is law, and every Centaur would lay down her life without hesitation to protect her."
"But this is not a tyranny, Luca." She quickly added before he misunderstood. "The Queen is chosen not by sacred rites, nor by bloodline or conquest."
"She is deemed worthy by forces beyond mortal understanding, and her rule is considered divine."
Luca’s pen paused. "Divine? You mean the gods choose her?"
Leona’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she explained the Centaur Queen’s miraculous origins.
"In a way, yes." She said, her voice carrying a reverent tone. "When the previous Queen passes on, she doesn’t simply die like the rest of us."
"Instead, her body scatters into ash. A beautiful, shimmering dust that catches the light like falling stars."
She gestured with her hands, painting the picture in the air.
"And from those ashes." She continued, her voice filled with wonder. "A small baby foal emerges. A perfect little creature, already bearing the mark of the divine."
"That foal is the future queen, chosen by the gods themselves to lead her people."
