Just as Luca pulled his cock out of Nyx’s slick, dripping pussy, he looked down and immediately froze.

Leona was staring up at him with pure adoration.

Her eyes were wide, luminous, filled with an anticipation so raw it made his chest ache.

She kept glancing back at him, then away, then back again, like a child waiting for a present on a holiday morning.

She was adorable. Absolutely, utterly, painfully adorable.

He couldn’t help himself. He slid the tip of his cock along her soaking wet slit, up and down, watching her shiver with every pass.

Leona whimpered, as he grabbed her ass—that magnificent, bountiful ass that had haunted his dreams and squeezed.

"You know, Leona..." He said, his voice dripping with teasing affection. "...with how much you’re looking forward to this to the extent that you look like you’re going to break your neck from turning around so much..."

She blushed furiously but didn’t look away.

"...I feel like not giving it to you at all."

Leona gasped, while he continued sliding his cock through her folds again, making her gasp.

"Instead, I just want to tease you like this. Make you squirm. Let you taste what you could have without actually giving it to you."

Leona’s eyes went wide with horror.

"No! Luca, please—please put it in already!" She cried out, her voice rising with desperation. "You already put it in all three of them! It’s not fair that you’re leaving only me out!"

"Please, push it inside me!"

She tried to move her ass backward, to take him in, but he pulled back, and she let out a pitiful, heartbreaking whimper.

"And besides." He said, his voice dropping to something softer. "You’re the one who started teasing me first. Remember that day? I could have taken this hole right then and there."

He fingered her entrance gently, then brought his fingers up near her mouth.

"But instead, you stopped me. Gave me some reason I couldn’t even understand." He smiled. "Shouldn’t I tease you a little bit now? Make you whimper and moan and beg for all the struggles you put me through?"

Leona twisted around to face him, her expression pleading.

"If you want me to beg, I’ll beg, Luca."

Her voice was earnest, desperate and she actually started to beg

"P-Please, Luca. Put it in. I beg you! Put that massive, fat cock inside me! Make me your woman. Your wife. The elf who carries your seed!"

"Let me have the honor of bearing your child!"

She blinked rapidly, her eyes wide and earnest, trying to convey the depth of her desire.

Below them, the three women watched in stunned silence.

Nyx raised an eyebrow. Luna covered her mouth. Lulu’s jaw hung open.

They had never seen their mother—their proud, dignified mother beg like this.

And yet, Luca continued to finger her leisurely, his expression almost bored.

"Well, that’s good, Leona. Really good." He said casually. "But after coming three times, I don’t think my little friend here is as powerful as he should be. He needs some rest."

He pulled back slightly. "Let’s do it tomorrow night. Finish it off then."

Leona’s face went pale with terror.

"No! I can’t have that!" She looked genuinely frightened. "Not only will the villagers absolutely freak out if they hear I still haven’t done anything—"

She glanced toward the door as if she could already hear their disappointed murmurs.

"—but I also want a child today! The same day as my sister!"

She pointed at Nyx.

"And my daughters!"

She pointed at Luna and Lulu.

"I want to be impregnated too! I don’t want to be left out!"

She pushed herself up, a look of fierce determination on her face as she said,

"And your penis is getting soft? I’ll just suck it! I’ll take it all the way down my throat and make it as hard as it’s ever been!"

She started to rise, clearly intent on carrying out her threat—but Luca pushed her back down.

"Calm down, Leona. Calm down."

"But I can suck it, Luca!"

"No, just—calm down." He sighed. "I was joking. You just looked so cute that I wanted to bully you a little bit. I’m sorry."

Leona’s face crumpled into a pout.

"Lucaaaa..."

She turned away, arms crossed, radiating grievance.

Luca immediately pressed himself against her back, his chest warm against her skin, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close.

"I’m sorry, Leona. I’m really sorry." He nuzzled into her neck. "You were just so cute. I couldn’t help myself."

She turned away more firmly.

He moved to the other side.

"I really am sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? I’m willing to do anything!"

Leona froze. Her expression shifted—pensive, thoughtful, almost calculating.

Finally, she spoke.

"...Sixteen."

Luca blinked. "Sixteen? What do you mean by that, Leona?"

She turned back to look at him, her face shy, her eyes soft.

"I want sixteen kids, Luca."

Silence.

The three women below stared up in shock. Luca himself stared at her in utter dismay.

Leona continued, her voice dreamy, nostalgic.

"Once, in the distant past, when I was still a child, I was playing with the other children. We were all discussing how many kids we wanted in the future—just like children do, even though we had no idea about the responsibilities."

She smiled at the memory.

"I remember Nyx said she wanted three."

Nyx nodded from below.

"One of my friends said five. Another said seven. Another said eight." She laughed softly. "And because I was so competitive, I wanted to beat them all. So I said I wanted sixteen kids."

Nyx nodded again, confirming the story.

Leona looked back at Luca, her expression soft, vulnerable.

"That number has been stuck in my mind ever since. And even now, I still want to carry out that wish."

She leaned closer to him.

"So, Luca, if you really want to make it up to me...give me sixteen kids or atleast fourteen since I already have Luna and Lulu."

From below, Lulu whispered to Luna, "We’re going to have a lot of siblings in the future, Luna!"

Luna gulped. "I don’t even know if we’ll be able to keep count."

Meanwhile, Luca stared at Leona for a long moment. Then he chuckled.

"I don’t know how to feel about filling you up with sixteen babies just to apologize for a simple joke."

Leona glared.

"But." He added quickly. "Since my darling wife wants sixteen kids, it’s my duty as her husband to give her exactly what she wants."

Leona’s eyes brightened. "What did you call me just now, Luca? What did you address me as?"

He grinned. "My wife."

"Again."

"My wife."

"One more time."

"My wife."

"One more time."

He leaned close to her lips, his breath warm against her skin. "...My wife."

And the moment she heard that one word, that filled her with such happiness, Leona couldn’t hold back and kissed him in a passionate manner.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Their mouths moved together, tongues intertwining, breath mingling.

"M-My husband..." Leona whispered against his lips.

"My wife..."

"My husband!"

"My wife!"

Below them, the three women watched, cheeks flushed.

Nyx muttered to herself. "Do they really have to do all this sappy stuff right on top of me?"

But there was no real complaint in her voice. She was just as captivated as the others.

Finally, they pulled apart. Leona looked up at him, her eyes blazing with desperate love.

"Push it in, Luca! Put it in me! Give me your children! Make me a mother again!"

Luca positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.

He began to push—slowly, gently, watching her face as her tight walls resisted him.

"I love you, Leona." He said. "I love you so fucking much!"

He chuckled softly as he moved deeper, while saying,

"Of course, at the beginning, you hated me quite a lot. You even wanted to send a arrow through my heart."

Leona’s face soured at the memory.

"And even after that, you tried to get rid of me all the time. Even sided with Julius."

She glared at him, flustered—but he could feel her walls clenching around him as he pushed deeper, and her glare softened into something else entirely.

"But despite all of that." He continued, his voice tender. "Both of us still fell for one another. And that shows just how strong our love is."

All the frustration drained from Leona’s face. She looked at him with nothing but love.

"And just like you said, Leona, I’m going to keep filling you up. Over and over." He pushed deeper, and she gasped. "Forget sixteen. I’ll make you bear twenty. No—thirty. Fuck that—I’ll give forty kids!"

"I’ll make sure your belly stays swollen for the rest of your life!"

Tears welled in her eyes.

"From now until the very end." He continued. "Until you’re lying in that grave you set up at the edge of the village, I’ll keep loving you."

"Keep filling you with my love, my affection, my children."

"And I promise...I will never leave you alone again."

Leona broke.

"Luca! Luca! Luca!" She sobbed his name, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you too—! I love you so much!"

"Without you, I don’t know who I’d be. So please—let me be yours!"

"Let me be yours, now and forever!"

She kissed him again, and at the same moment, he pushed all the way inside her, deep into her womb—

—and erupted.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Hot, thick seed flooded her pussy, more than before, more than seemed possible. It filled her completely, overflowed, leaked out around his cock even as he continued to pump more inside.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, and she bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

But he didn’t care. He just kept kissing her, kept filling her, kept loving her.

The excess semen poured out of her, sliding down her thighs, dripping onto Nyx below, who was already spreading her asshole to catch the warm fluid.

"Fuck." Nyx whispered, shivering as the liquid filled her. "That’s nice. That’s really nice."

Leona’s fluid continued to flow, waterfalling down onto Luna, then onto Lulu at the very bottom.

Lulu squirmed, grumbling. "I’m getting all the leftovers again!"

But despite her complaints, she was clenching her pussy greedily, trying to push every drop inside herself.

Finally, Luca pulled back, his cock sliding out of Leona’s well-used pussy.

She collapsed against him, breathless, glowing, her hand pressed against her belly where she could already feel the warmth of the tattoo forming.

"We did it! We actually did it! We got impregnated as an entire family!"

Lulu bounced despite feeling the weight of her family on top of her.

"I’m going to gain so many siblings in the future! I can’t wait!"

Luna smiled, shaking her head. "I wonder how Grandmother would feel about us giving our entire family to a single man. A human, at that."

Nyx patted her niece’s head.

"I don’t think she’ll mind, dear. He’s the Hero, after all, the very same human she chose herself. I’m pretty sure she’s smiling down from the heavens right now, watching over all of us. Over her grandchildren."

Leona heard her sister’s words, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks—tears of joy, of relief, of overwhelming love.

Her mother was proud. Her mother would watch over them all.

Overcome with emotion, she squirted again, spraying her love juice directly onto Nyx’s waiting asshole.

Nyx simply spread herself wider, letting the fluid pour inside her, keeping it there for safekeeping.

She was breathless. Flushed. Her eyes were bright, her smile radiant.

"I’m pregnant." She whispered, her hand pressed against her belly. She could feel it—a warmth, a burning, a new life taking root.

The tattoo above her crotch shifted, changed, blossomed into something new.

Luna reached up and touched her mother’s belly.

"You’re going to be a mother once again." She said softly.

"The best mother. And I should know, since I’m your daughter!" Lulu pressed her hand against her belly as well.

Nyx reached up and took her sister’s hand.

"We’re going to raise these children together." She said. "All of us. As a family."

While Leona was unable to hold her tears and trio were cheering her up, Luca stepped back, admiring the sight before him.

Four women—mother, sisters, daughters stacked together, each one filled with his seed, each one glowing with the promise of new life.

Their pussies were wet and soppy, leaking white semen that cascaded down from one to the next, pooling finally on Lulu.

A tear came to Luca’s eye. He wiped it away quickly, but the emotion remained.

He was going to be a father.

For so long, he had been afraid. Terrified, really.

The thought of children had haunted him for years, had kept him awake at night, had made him break out in cold sweats and panic attacks.

He had sworn he would never have them. He had promised himself.

But now, looking at these four women—his women, his family—he felt that fear begin to crumble.

The future was bright. So bright it almost hurt to look at.

And he couldn’t wait to hold his children in his arms.