Chapter 350: Fantasy Farewell
"Milk me, Luca! Milk me right now!" Lulu cheered shamelessly. "I want to start producing too!"
"I’m going to make a milkshake with my milk and ask Selma and other to taste it!"
Luna was right behind her, her own breasts bared and ready.
"I want to start lactating immediately!" She declared. "I need to have enough supply for the future! Apparently I was quite a greedy baby in the past and I drank a lot of breast milk."
"That’s why I want to make sure my babies are fed properly and don’t starve!"
Nyx, on the other hand, had a more practical concern.
"I’m scared that my babies will drink my breasts dry." She said seriously. "Then I’ll end up with tiny itty-bitty titties. That can’t happen!"
"I need these curves, Hero! A succubus without breasts is just revolting to think about!"
She pressed herself against Luca, her pale breasts squishing against his chest.
"Play with them!" She demanded. "Make them bleed out milk!"
Lulu and Luna followed suit, pressing their breasts against him from all sides.
"Please, Luca." Luna begged. "Milk me. Make my breasts lactate!"
"Grope me!" Lulu demanded. "Grope me so our future children have enough food!"
"Grope us!" The three of them shouted together. "Milk us! Make us squirt out milk!"
Luca looked around at the three pregnant women surrounding him, their breasts pressed against his body, their eyes wild with desire.
He had been planning to prepare for his departure, to make sure everything was in order before meeting the Centaurs.
But there was no way he was going to turn this down.
"Don’t worry, ladies." Luca laughed, his voice dripping with pure dominance. "We still have a few hours before the sun reaches its peak and I have to head to the Centaur territory."
"Until then...I’m going to make sure all three of you are leaking just as beautifully as Leona."
Without wasting another second, Luca dropped to his knees, burying his face into the sea of flesh.
He grabbed all six nipples, pulling them tight as he began ravenously devouring them, swapping between the heavy breasts with frantic, wet sucks.
"Ah! Oh, god, that feels amazing!"
Lulu giggled helplessly, her fingers running through his hair as she squirmed.
"I can feel the pressure radiating straight through me!"
Luna let out a long, trembling whimper, her eyes glazing over with pure pleasure.
"My body...It’s become so much more sensitive since getting pregnant...Luca, please..."
"Yes! Exactly like that, Hero!" Nyx moaned loudly, arching her back to force her nipples deeper into his mouth. "Suck them raw! Make me leak!"
Leona watched the scene unfold, her expression caught between exasperation and amusement.
"You guys." She said weakly. "I don’t think it works like that. Him playing around with your breasts isn’t going to make you lactate."
"That’s not how biology—"
But her words fell on deaf ears.
The three women were already removing their clothes, desperate and eager.
Luca had also taken out his own massive cock, and the sight of it made Leona let out a needy whimper.
"Don’t leave me out!" She cried, pouncing on top of them.
Soon, Luca was surrounded by breasts. He was taking turns sucking on each woman’s nipples, stroking them, slapping them, basically abusing them in the hopes of making them leak milk.
But nothing came out.
"Maybe if I start fucking them at the same time." Luca mused. "They’ll start producing."
He pushed his massive cock inside Nyx first, making her cry out in pleasure. At the same time, he latched onto Lulu’s breast, sucking hungrily.
"Oh!" Lulu gasped. "That’s so nice! I can feel the other nipples pressing against me!"
Luna whimpered, her voice filled with pleasure. Ahhh! My baby bump is rubbing against Lulu’s!"
Nyx was practically screaming. "Yes, Hero! Suck on my nipples! Make them bleed! Make sure I’m leaking milk!"
Luca was also extremely careful with their babies—making sure not to press too hard on their bellies, adjusting his position to avoid causing discomfort.
But despite his caution, he was just as passionate as ever.
By the time the frantic session finally came to an end, the room smelled heavily of raw intimacy.
To Leona’s quiet, smug satisfaction, she remained the only one capable of actually secreting sweet, white breast milk, making her feel exceptionally special among her kin.
However, the other three elven maidens were leaking heavily from a different source.
A thick, abundant mixture of Luca’s potent seed and their own needy juices steadily trickled down their thighs and onto the sheets...
...the vital, life-giving essence that would continue to nourish the future generation of the elven race.
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One hour later...
The sun had nearly reached its zenith and every elf in the village—young and old, pregnant and not, had assembled in the village square to see Luca off on his journey.
Luca himself stood at the center of the gathering, slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of elves pressing in around him.
He had expected a simple farewell, perhaps a few waves and well-wishes.
Instead, he was being mobbed like a celebrity at a premier.
Selma was the first to break.
She rushed forward, tears streaming down her cheeks, and threw herself against Luca’s chest.
"You have to come back!" She wailed, her voice muffled against his chest. "You can’t get stuck in no man’s land!"
"No matter what happens, you have to come back to us!"
She pulled back slightly, pressing her hand against her swollen belly, her eyes swimming with tears.
"Our child is waiting for you." She continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "We won’t forgive you if you don’t come back."
"Do you understand me, Luca? We. Will. Not. Forgive. You."
She punctuated each word with a firm poke to his chest and then, before he could respond, she huffed and turned away.
Luca stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
What just happened?
Before he could process Selma’s emotional farewell, Alia appeared before him, her face slightly flushed.
She shoved a neatly wrapped lunchbox into his hands with the urgency of someone delivering classified information.
"I made you a lunch, darling." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This might be the last one I can ever make you...so please cherish it."
She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before scurrying away.
"Um, thank you?" Luca called after her, staring at the lunchbox in confusion. "Alia? What do you mean by ’last one’?"
But she was already gone.
Then Ivy stepped forward, her eyes red-rimmed and watery. She sniffled dramatically, dabbing at her nose with a handkerchief.
"Luca." She said, her voice trembling. "I’ve been thinking...maybe you won’t come back from this journey."
"Maybe this is the last time we’ll ever see each other."
Luca’s eye twitched. "Ivy, that’s not—"
"So before you go." She continued, ignoring his protest. "I want you to name our child."
He blinked. "Name our...I mean, I guess I could, but as for the name...umm"
"Ummm!" She said brightly, as if he’d just spoken. "What a lovely name! A bit unusual, but I’ll take it!"
She gave him a quick hug. "Stay safe, my Hero!"
"Wait, Ivy! I didn’t actually—I mean, I wasn’t serious—"
But she was already gone.
And then the floodgates opened.
One by one, the elves mobbed him. They kissed him, hugged him, pressed their faces against his chest, whispered tearful words of farewell into his ears.
Some gave him gifts—small trinkets, protective charms, hand-knitted scarves.
Others simply held onto him as if they were afraid he would vanish if they let go.
It was as if he was going on a suicide mission to the ends of the earth rather than a short visit to a neighboring territory.
"Stay safe, dear!"
"Be careful out there, baby!"
"Don’t forget to write, darling!"
"Don’t get eaten by monsters, Luca!"
"Come back to us!"
The children were the worst. Little Fefe clung to his leg, wailing as if he were marching off to certain death.
"Don’t go, Daddy! The monsters will eat you!"
Luca pried her off gently. "Fefe, I’m just visiting the centaurs. They’re allies."
"BUT THEY HAVE HOOVES!" She shrieked, as if this were the most terrifying detail imaginable.
One particularly emotional elf clung to his arm.
"If you die, I’ll follow you to the afterlife just to scold you!"
The way they were acting, one would think he was marching to his death.
Finally, Luca had enough.
"Hold on! HOLD ON!" He pushed them back gently, holding up his hands in surrender. "Everyone, please! Just stop for a moment!"
The elves reluctantly pulled back, looking guilty and flustered.
"Why..." Luca said slowly, his voice filled with exasperation. "...is everyone acting as if I’m going to war in a distant land with absolutely zero chance of coming back?"
He looked around at his wives, who all averted their gazes guiltily.
"I’m literally going to a territory that isn’t even a full day’s journey from here!"
He continued, gesturing vaguely eastward. "I could come back for lunch if I wanted to! Or dinner! I could pop home between conversations!"
He took a step forward, his hands spread in a gesture of utter confusion.
"And that’s not even mentioning the fact that I’m not technically leaving! You all have projections of me! You can talk to me whenever you want!"
"If you need me, really need me, you can think about me and I’ll be here in seconds!"
He looked from face to face. "So what, in the name of all the spirits, are you all doing!?"
The elves chuckled, looking at each other with knowing smiles.
"Well." One of them said, her voice warm. "It’s like this, darling."
"We just wanted to do the same thing other wives do when their husbands go on a long journey."
"Yeah, yeah!" Another chimed in. "It’s such a romantic thing to do—sending off a husband who’s going to fight for his family!"
"We wanted to try it too!"
"And it’s really strange doing this with you." A third elf added, a playful pout on her face. "Because not only will nothing happen to you, but you’ll always come back safe."
"It’s almost like you’re cheating us out of the experience!"
Luca couldn’t help but laugh at their reasoning.
"So you’re all just...playing out your fantasies?" He asked, amused.
"Exactly!" The elves chorused.
He wanted to be annoyed. He really did.
But looking at their bright, excited faces and the way they were all clearly having so much fun—he found himself laughing instead.
"Fine." He said, shaking his head. "Fine. If this is what you want, then I’ll play along."
The elves cheered.
"Go, husband! Go save the day!"
"Show those centaurs who’s boss!"
But not everyone was participating in the playful drama.
At the edges of the crowd, the elder elves watched with expressions of genuine sadness.
For them, Luca’s departure, however temporary represented a real loss.
After decades, centuries of loneliness, of being caretakers and leaders but never lovers, they’d finally found companionship. Affection. Intimacy.
And now, even for a day, it would be gone.
Not to mention, unlike the younger elves, who were treating this like a grand adventure, the elders understood what it meant to lose someone.
They had lived long enough to know that danger lurked everywhere, even in seemingly peaceful places.
They wanted to hold onto Luca, to beg him to stay, to keep him safe in their village where nothing could hurt him.
But they also knew he had his duties, and they would never stand in the way of his destiny.
So they simply watched from behind, their eyes filled with a mixture of love and sorrow.
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