The family members tried to stand, to gather themselves, to present some semblance of dignity—but their bodies betrayed them at every turn.

Leona grabbed the bedpost for support, only to slide down it like a ragdoll.

Luna tried to take a single step and collapsed against the wall, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

Lulu simply lay where she had fallen, staring at the ceiling, making soft, contented noises that might have been words but were mostly just sounds.

They were wrecked.

Thoroughly, completely, gloriously wrecked.

Luca, meanwhile, looked down at his wrists.

Three new tattoos had appeared, joining the others in a neat line along his skin. He examined each one with growing curiosity.

The first was unmistakable, a miniature torture device, the exact design of one of Nyx’s more creative instruments.

He snorted. ’Of course. That one belonged to her without question.’

The second was a peach. Plump, ripe, perfectly shaped with a crease down the middle that was just suggestive enough to make him grin.

’Lulu’s ass. Sweet, juicy, impossible to resist.’

He could practically feel its softness still imprinted on his palms.

The third made him pause. A bow. Elegant, curved, with an arrow nocked and ready. But the arrowhead wasn’t sharp—it was shaped like a heart.

’Cupid’s bow, if Cupid had been an elven matriarch with decades of suppressed desire.’

He looked toward Leona, who was currently fascinated by the sight of her own fluids leaking out of both holes, her fingers tracing the mess with a mixture of wonder and scientific curiosity.

She was also glancing at her daughters, checking on them, making sure they were alright. Such a mother.

Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

But despite the warmth spreading through his chest and the satisfaction of having claimed all four of them, Luca couldn’t shake the nagging confusion about the tattoos.

’What were they for? What did they do?’

He had expected power. New abilities. Maybe the restoration of mana to the elves, some grand magical awakening.

Something dramatic, something worthy of such an intimate ritual.

But nothing had happened. No lightning bolts. No glowing auras. No sudden surge of strength.

Not that he needed any more power, the Goddesses on the human side would weep if he got any stronger, but still. It was odd.

What he did notice was something subtler.

A connection.

Not emotional or romantic, they already had that in spades. But something deeper. Almost physical.

He could feel them, all four of them, like threads tied to his heart.

He could sense their exhaustion, their satisfaction, their lingering embarrassment.

He could almost hear their thoughts, though not in words, more like echoes of emotion.

Strange. Useful, perhaps. But still mysterious.

He opened his mouth to ask if they felt it too—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The door rattled.

"Hello? You guys?" Selma’s voice came through, hesitant and shy. "Are you...are you done? Are you all pregnant now?"

"Do you have little babies in your bellies?"

The four women perked up, turning toward the door.

Outside, the living room of Luca’s treehouse was packed with elves.

They had been waiting for hours, listening to the muffled screams, the desperate moans, the sounds of bodies slamming together.

They had heard everything and imagined even more.

Now, silence.

Selma spoke again. "The sounds stopped, so we just wanted to know if everything worked out. If the first pregnancies have finally happened."

Through the door, the elves shifted nervously.

On the bridges below, on the platforms nearby, every eye was fixed on the treehouse. Anticipation hung in the air like a held breath.

Luca grinned in response and he looked at the four women.

Leona was mortified. Luna was hiding her face in her hands. Lulu was trying to cover herself with a pillow that was far too small for the task.

Only Nyx looked composed, her chin lifted, her expression one of serene satisfaction.

"Well." Luca said, clapping his hands together. "I think it’s time we showed them the evidence."

Leona’s head snapped up. "Wait! Luca, can’t we rest first? My body—I literally can’t move!"

She flopped back down to demonstrate, her arms and legs splaying out like a starfish.

Luna nodded vigorously.

"Yeah! And it’s so embarrassing! Look at me—I’m covered in fluids!"

She spread her pussy open, revealing how it was still dripping, then immediately regretted it and snapped her legs shut.

"We can’t show them this!"

Lulu chimed in. "Even I don’t want my beautiful ass seen while it’s leaking!" She wiggled her hips. "Look, it’s dripping all over Luna’s face!"

"It’s dripping on MY face because YOU’RE sitting on my face!" Luna retorted and pushed her sister’s ass away.

"That’s not my fault! It’s just too fat and takes up the entire bed!"

Luca ignored the siblings who were wrestling naked and pointed at the door as he said,

"Every single elf on the other side is a hungry wolf right now, waiting to see the result. If we drag this out any longer, they’ll barge in."

"And do you really want them to see this room?"

He gestured at the bed—the sheets soaked with semen, love juice, sweat, and various other fluids that no one wanted to identify.

"Unless you want to explain why my mattress looks like a crime scene, I suggest you get up."

Leona, Luna, and Lulu exchanged horrified glances.

They did not want to explain that.

But they also didn’t want to stumble out naked, covered in bite marks and hickeys and god knows what else, in front of the entire village.

Nyx solved the problem by simply standing up.

Her body was bruised, battered, covered in marks, but she walked to the door with the grace of a queen, her head high, her expression unbothered.

"Come along." She said, reaching back to haul Leona to her feet. "This is our duty as the royal family. We have to calm everyone down, show them the marks, and prove that the first stage of repopulation is complete."

Leona sighed. She knew Nyx was right.

"Come along, girls...As embarassing as it is, we have no choice."

Flustered, humiliated, and dripping with evidence of their activities, the four women followed Luca to the door.

He pulled it open and the elves on the other side gasped and stumbled backward.

Luca stood in the doorway, completely naked, his half-flaccid penis hanging down to his knees.

Just the sight of it—the sheer size, the casual way it swung made several elves feel faint.

No wonder those four had been screaming.

If something that large was going inside you, you’d scream too.

But then their attention shifted to the Silverleaf women, and the shock intensified.

These were the royal family. The elegant, graceful, untouchable noble lineage.

And they looked like they had been through a war.

Bite marks on their breasts.

Hickies on their necks.

Slap marks on their asses.

Their hair was wild, their faces flushed, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and other substances.

Leona, Luna, and Lulu were all covering their crotches with their hands, as if trying to hide something.

Only Nyx walked openly, unashamed, her body on full display.

They followed Luca out onto the platform, where more elves waited.

The crowd below gasped. The elves on the bridges leaned over the railings. Even the ones in the trees nearly fell out of their branches.

Luca stopped at the edge of the platform, looking down at the assembled villagers. His massive penis swung gently in the night breeze.

"I’d like to apologize for making everyone wait so long." He began.

The elves blinked.

"I could have finished this in a few minutes." He continued. "but—well—" He glanced back at the four women. "They kept moaning my name. Kept calling me back. It was nearly impossible to resist."

Leona’s face went crimson.

"So I went round after round after round. And even now..." He looked down at his cock, which twitched as if in agreement. "...I could probably go for a hundred more."

Gasps. Whispers. But no one doubted him. Even soft, that thing looked like it could spring to life at any moment.

Luca raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent.

"But luckily..." His face broke into a triumphant grin. "...everyone’s wait has been rewarded. Tonight was a success."

A ripple of shock went through the crowd.

"You mean...?"

"Hero, are you saying...?"

Luca nodded. He pointed at the four women.

"The Silverleaf family—" He gestured at the four women. "—the ones you look up to, the ones who have been teasing me for weeks..." He put an affectionate hand on Leona’s shoulder. "My dear wives."

Leona’s blush deepened.

"Have finally been impregnated."

The crowd erupted.

"Show them." Luca said.

The four women hesitated—then, one by one, they removed their hands from their crotches.

And there they were: four glowing tattoos, pulsing with a warm pink light.

"They...They did it." Someone whispered.

"They’re pregnant."

"They’re...finally pregnant."

The silence lasted only a heartbeat and then the village erupted.

"Babies! We’re going to have babies!"

"The first babies of the new era!"

"I can hear them crying already!"

"We can be mothers too! It’s really happening!"

Cheers. Cries. Hugs and tears and laughter. Elves embraced each other, spinning in circles, jumping up and down.

Leona watched the celebration, and despite her embarrassment, a smile crept across her face.

Luna and Lulu smiled too. Even Nyx had tears in her eyes.

Luca spotted Selma, Ivy, and Alia hugging each other in the crowd, their breasts pressing together, their asses shaking with joy and seeing them an idea sparked.

"If the marks weren’t proof enough." He announced. "Let me show you clear evidence that they’ll carry my children."

He turned to the four women.

"Remove your hands. Show them what I’ve done."

Leona’s eyes went wide with horror. "Luca, no—"

But his gaze was insistent. And they had no choice.

One by one, they lowered their hands.

The crowd gasped.

Their pussies were drenched! Completely soaked!

Semen was still leaking out of them—thick, white, copious, dripping down their thighs, pooling on the platform.

It was as if they were carrying an entire ocean of seed inside them.

The elves stared.

And stared.

And stared.

But instead of cheering, instead of celebrating, they went silent.

Their eyes glazed over. Their breaths quickened. Their faces flushed.

They weren’t looking at the marks anymore. They weren’t thinking about babies or futures or the next generation.

They were thinking about the process. About what had created those fluids. About how it must have felt to be filled so completely.

Selma was the first to break.

"Mine." She whispered. Then, louder: "He’s mine!"

She launched herself at Luca.

Alia was right behind her. "No, he’s mine! I’ve been waiting for this!"

Ivy grabbed his cock before anyone else could. "Let go of him, you two! This precious cock is mine!"

"What are you—" Luca started, but the rest of the elves on the platform surged forward.

"Me too! I want a turn!"

"I’ve been waiting so long!"

"His cock—I need it inside me!"

"Please, just one taste!"

"Let me have him first!"

The Silverleaf women watched in shock as Luca was mobbed.

Elves pulled at his arms, his legs, his hair. They fought over who would get to touch him first, who would get to kiss him, who would get to claim that massive, magnificent cock.

Luca, to his credit, didn’t panic.

Instead, he grabbed the nearest elf and slammed his cock into her. She screamed, her back arching, her eyes rolling back.

"It feels so good!" She cried. "It feels so good!"

And while he fucked her, he grabbed another elf and sucked on her nipples, making her moan.

"Yes! Yes! Suck them! Suck them hard!"

He then bent another over and fingered her while still thrusting into another petite elf.

She came almost instantly, her legs giving out, her cries echoing through the night.

After a couple of thrusts, he came inside the first elf, pulled out, and shoved himself into the next elf in line, who fainted on the spot from the sheer pressure of his massive cock.

But he didn’t stop. He just kept going, grinding into her unconscious body while licking the pussy of the elf on top of him.

It was chaos. Beautiful, glorious, ridiculous chaos.

Below, the rest of the villagers couldn’t hold back anymore.

They surged up the stairs, climbed the trees, scrambled over the railings—anything to get to him.

"Give him to me!"

"I want him!"

"Make me pregnant, Hero!"

"Just one taste! One taste!"

The platform was overrun. Elves fought and clawed and scratched at each other, all desperate for a piece of Luca.

And Luca grinning like a madman fought back.

He grabbed, he thrust, he licked, he fingered. He made some climax, he filled some up, he left others trembling and gasping for more.

A massive orgy erupted right there on the platform.

Naked bodies writhed and twisted and moaned.

Semen and love juice pooled on the wooden planks.

The night air filled with the sounds of pleasure—shrieks and cries and breathless laughter.

Leona watched it all, her mouth hanging open.

She hadn’t expected an orgy to occur out of nowhere.

But as she watched Luca, surrounded, overwhelmed, yet somehow still in control, she couldn’t help but laugh.

A bright, joyful, slightly hysterical laugh.

This was her life now.

And honestly? She wouldn’t have it any other way.