All eyes turned to her. Selma blushed, realizing she’d spoken without thinking, but she forced herself to continue, lifting her chin bravely.

"I mean." She clarified quickly. "Not in the sense that I’m disappointed I can’t do it with the projection."

She gestured to her Luca, who stood silently beside her, watching the exchange with that same familiar calm.

"It’s just...what Luca and I shared that night was really special. Really nice."

She fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I’ve been thinking about it for days. How amazing it felt. How connected we were."

Immediately, nods of agreement rippled through the crowd.

"I’ve been thinking about it too." Another elf admitted.

"I can almost feel him inside of me still." Someone else said, her voice soft and longing.

But then Selma frowned, her expression growing somber.

"But now, with Luca so busy...I don’t think we’ll be able to experience that very often."

"Maybe once a year? Twice if we’re lucky? He has his duties, other villages to visit..."

She trailed off, the unspoken implication hanging in the air: We’ll be lucky to have him once a year.

A wave of agreement swept through the crowd and the excitement that had filled the air moments before began to deflate.

It was replaced by a collective sigh of disappointment.

"I can’t believe I’m admitting to something like this."

Alia said, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"But I’m going to miss the pleasure he brought me that night. It was absolutely divine."

She rubbed her legs together unconsciously as she spoke.

Ivy nodded her head enthusiastically.

"It was probably the best feeling I’ve ever experienced."

"I remember eating this one fruit from a random tree long ago—it was so damn good, and I thought that flavor was probably the best thing in the world."

"But now I know that something better exists."

She sighed dramatically. "It’s a real pity that I won’t be able to experience it very often."

Soon, everyone had similar thoughts.

"Ah, Luca’s dick." One elf said dreamily. "I want it inside."

"Me too." Another agreed. "Just thinking about how massive and thick it is, and how it can go deep inside of my body and just pull the insides out—"

She shivered. "It makes me tremble right now."

"I prefer the way he licks me down there." A third elf added, biting her lip. "His tongue goes all the way deep inside. And he pulls out the most intimate flow of honey from inside."

"And then he just leaves me shivering all over."

"I love the way he fingers me. His fingers are so long and talented!"

"Remember that position he put me in? I never knew my body could bend like that!"

"And the sounds he makes! Oh, the sounds!"

"How can he find just the right spot inside me with..."

"When he entered me...it didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like an invasion. It felt like...coming home. Like my body had been waiting for him my whole life."

The confessions came faster now, each elf sharing her favorite memory.

Luca’s skillful hands, his passionate kisses, the way he touched them in places they’d never been touched before, the sweet, desperate love they’d made.

Of course, the little ones’ ears were covered. They were not allowed to hear such things.

"It’s not for little ears." One mother whispered, though her own cheeks were pink.

The elders themselves looked torn between embarrassment and understanding.

They hadn’t experienced such intimacy themselves, not in the way these younger elves had with Luca, but they could understand the bittersweetness of the situation.

After experiencing something so profound, so earth-shattering, of course they would mourn its loss.

Of course they would feel sad knowing such moments would be rare.

But even as the sadness settled over them, a sense of acceptance grew.

They still had the projections to walk with them, talk with them, be fathers to their children. That was more than they’d ever dreamed of having.

Just as they were resigning themselves to meeting with the real Luca once or twice a year for passionate nights, Luca’s voice cut through their thoughts.

"Hold on." He said, his tone incredulous. "Who said you won’t ever get to feel any intimacy with me again?"

Every head turned toward him, expressions of pure bafflement on every face.

Tessa stepped forward, her brow furrowed.

"But Luca, weren’t you the one who said you don’t want intimacy with the projections?" She shook her head, gesturing to the other elves. "Even if you wanted to, I don’t think any of us would prefer it."

Nods of agreement all around.

But Luca just chuckled, his earlier shame and hesitation gone, replaced by a confidence that bordered on smugness.

"You’re completely mistaken." He said, his eyes sparkling. "I’m not talking about the projections right now."

He spread his arms wide.

"I’m asking why you think I won’t be able to pleasure each and every one of you myself, every single day, every single night, for the rest of your lives."

The silence that followed was absolute.

Then chaos erupted.

"What is he talking about!?"

"Does he know what he’s saying!?"

"Is he acting like he can please fifty of us every single day?!"

"That’s impossible!"

They stared at him, waiting for an explanation, their disbelief warring with hope.

Luca’s expression grew proud, triumphant. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him.

"Like I said before." He began, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "The Goddess of Fertility, bless her soul, already knew about the problems I was facing. She predicted this exact dilemma."

He grew more animated as he spoke, his hands moving through the air as if painting pictures.

"And that’s why she implemented solutions. And when I say solutions, I don’t mean just one!"

He pointed at himself dramatically.

"I mean multiple different solutions that can give you the ultimate experience! And it all comes from me. Only me!"

"Not any projection. Not any toy. Me!"

Luna couldn’t hold back any longer.

"How, Luca? How are you going to do that!?"

It was the question on everyone’s mind.

How could one man—even a man as remarkable as Luca possibly please fifty women every single day?

Luca’s answer was simple. "Method number one."

He snapped his fingers.

The effect was instantaneous and dramatic.

"Ahhh!♡~"

"Noooo!♡~"

"W-What is this?!♡~"

On one side of the clearing, two dozen elves gasped in unison.

Their bodies arched, their eyes flew wide, and then they were moaning, crying out, falling to their knees or collapsing entirely.

"Oh!" Selma cried, her hands flying to her breasts. "What is that? It feels like...like hands! Warm hands, touching me everywhere!"

"Something’s..." Alia gasped, her body dancing to music only she could hear. "Something’s inside me! Moving! How? There’s nothing there!"

"My nipples!" Another elf whimpered, her hands pressed to her chest. "They’re so sensitive! It’s like...like someone’s sucking on them, biting them gently..."

Leona stared at the writhing, moaning elves, then turned to Luca, her expression one of complete bewilderment.

"What did you do, Luca? What’s happening?"

Luca gave a proud smile.

"The sacred mark doesn’t just allow projections."

He explained, his voice carrying easily over the sounds of pleasure.

"It has multiple functions."

He clenched his fist. "One of those functions is absolute control over your bodies."

He pointed to the moaning elves. "No matter where I am—in this village, another village, the human continent, even a different world—I can stimulate any part of your body according to my whims."

To demonstrate, he looked at Leona. "For example, if I want to caress your back from right here..."

Leona gasped, spinning around.

"W-Who touched my back? Someone just ran their hand down my spine!"

Luna shook her head. "No one’s there, Mother."

"No, someone definitely..." Leona trailed off as understanding dawned.

She turned to Luca, her eyes wide. "That was you?"

"Yep, it was was me." He confirmed, smiling. "From right here. No projection required."

He turned to Luna. "Or I can be more...playful."

Luna shrieked as invisible fingers dug into her sides, tickling her mercilessly.

"Stop! Luca, no! Not the tickles! I hate being tickled!"

But she was laughing even as she protested, squirming helplessly.

Lulu, who had been watching this with growing alarm, tried to run away.

But Luca just smiled. "There’s no running away from this, Lulu."

Suddenly, the sacred mark on her belly started to glow.

And the moment it took effect, she grabbed her crotch, her face turning bright red as she stammered.

"Oh no! Stop it! No! Stop leaking down there! Wait, that’s so aggressive! Please, please! It’s too much!"

She felt as if someone had spread her pussy open and was sinking their tongue deep inside. She started moaning and trembling on the spot.

Nyx, however, was not one to be intimidated. She stepped forward, a bold glint in her eye.

"What about my asshole, Hero?" She gestured toward herself. "Can you do something with that too?"

Luca’s smile widened. "Of course. Even that little tiny hole of yours is under my control."

"Mmm—!"

Suddenly, Nyx let out a moan that came out of nowhere. She bit her lip, her face flushing red and her ears turning crimson.

"Oh my." She breathed. "It feels like someone is thrusting into my asshole."

She looked around, though she already knew no one was there.

"There’s nothing there, but I can feel it. I can feel the pressure, the fullness, the...the movement. Ahh—!"

She moaned, the sound torn from her against her

will.

"How...How is this possible!?"

Seeing the reactions of everyone here and the moaning girls in the corner, all the elves realized that Luca really did have complete control over their bodies.

It wasn’t just a simple stimulation or electric feeling.

They could physically see and sense their bodies moving around, spreading open, and twitching, almost as if an invisible Luca was there playing with them.

But Luca wasn’t finished.

"It doesn’t just stop there." He said, his voice growing more excited. "I have a few more tricks."

He waved his hand, and this time, a dozen more elves collapsed—but not into writhing pleasure.

Instead, they fell into deep, blissful sleep, their expressions peaceful, satisfied smiles on their faces.

Even in their sleep, they murmured.

"Oh, Luca, be gentle...you’re such a dirty boy..."

"Faster, Hero, faster...pound my pussy...make me cum..."

"Oh, you love my breasts so much, don’t you? Lick more...lick me more down there..."

Leona stared at the sleeping elves, then back at Luca.

"What...What is this?"

Luca walked among the sleeping forms, pointing to each as he explained.

"This is another ability of the sacred mark. It’s inspired by how the Goddess showed you those dreams earlier."

He crouched next to one sleeping elf—Tila, a quiet woman who loved romance stories.

"Tila here is in a royal palace. She’s the queen, and I’m her knight. We just finished a grand ball, and now we’re in her chambers..." He grinned. "Let’s just say I’m attending to my queen."

In her sleep, Tila moaned. "Yes, my knight...your tongue...so skilled..."

Luca moved to another elf.

"Koli is getting a massage. A very thorough massage that started at her shoulders and is working its way...down."

His grin turned wicked. "Very down."

Koli sighed in her sleep. "Lower...yes, right there...oh, that knot has been there for years..."

He moved to a third elf—Ella, the most timid woman in the village.

"And Ella here..." He said, his voice filled with affectionate amusement. "...has a surprisingly dominant side. In her dream, she’s wearing leather and wielding a whip."

"And I’m...well, let’s just say I’m at her mercy."

Ella’s sleeping face held an expression of fierce, triumphant pleasure.

"Beg...Beg for me...Yes...Tell me who owns you..."

The other elves stared at Ella with new understanding.

The quietest, most fragile-looking among them had the boldest fantasies.

"In these dreams." Luca explained, rising to his feet. "I can take you anywhere. Any setting. Any scenario. Any fantasy, no matter how elaborate or...unconventional."

He spread his hands wide.

"Want to make love on a cloud? Done."

"On a beach under two moons? Done."

"In a library surrounded by ancient books? Done."

"The only limit is your imagination."

He looked at the remaining awake elves, seeing the hunger in their eyes.

"And in these dreams, it’s not just sensation."

"It’s full immersion. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes. Everything."

"And it’s me. Really me. My consciousness interacting with yours in a dreamscape we build together."

Hearing this, the elves got even more excited as they were already planning in their minds what sort of dreams they could have.

Just looking at the elves underneath and how satisfied they looked, it was obvious it felt amazing.

They also wanted to experience that as well.

Luca then chuckled, seeing everyone was quite satisfied with where this was going.

"But for those who prefer something more...tangible."

Luca said, his voice dropping to that conspiratorial whisper again.

"There’s a third option. One that bridges the gap between physical and metaphysical."

"That is...using the good old dicking through a portal method."