Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Luna was completely baffled by the request.

First, she had shown him her breasts.

Then she had jumped up and down, making them bounce wildly.

Now he wanted her to shake them around while his face was buried between them—and she could feel his warm breath against her skin with every movement.

Her mind wandered to what might come next.

Would he ask to suck on them? To take her nipples into his mouth?

The thought sent a shiver through her—not of disgust, but of anticipation.

Looking down at Luca, his face completely submerged in her cleavage, he looked almost...adorable.

Like a child nuzzling against his mother, seeking comfort.

The image made her heart flutter. She wanted to pet his head, to kiss his forehead, to hold him closer.

And if he wanted to suckle? The thought made her body feel hot all over.

She shook herself mentally, reprimanding her wandering imagination.

’Focus, Luna. He asked you to do something. Just do it.’

”Alright, Luca.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady. ”Do you want me to shake them like this?”

She began moving her shoulders gently from side to side, letting her breasts sway and slap softly against his cheeks.

The contact was light, almost tender.

”More.” Luca’s muffled voice came from between her breasts. ”More speed. More power. Slap me like you mean it.”

Luna bit her lip, then increased the intensity.

She swung her upper body harder, her breasts smacking against his face with audible thwack sounds that echoed through the quiet treehouse.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Each impact sent a jolt through both of them.

But Luca still wasn’t satisfied.

”MORE!”

His voice was urgent, demanding.

”With more intensity, Luna! I want to feel it! Treat me like I’ve done something wrong and you’re punishing me with your breasts!”

”Slap me around like it’s a punishment!”

Something in his tone ignited a fire in Luna.

She stopped holding back.

”Take this, Luca!”

She swung her left breast hard against his cheek, the impact echoing like a slap.

Smack!

Before he could recover, her right breast crashed into his other cheek.

Smack!

Left. Right. Left. Right. She established a brutal rhythm, each swing landing with satisfying force.

She even varied her attacks—side to side, up and down, using her breasts like twin flails.

One moment they were battering his cheeks, the next they were slamming down onto his face like fleshy hammers.

”Take this punishment, you dirty boy!”

She heard herself shouting, caught up in the strange, exhilarating violence of it all.

”Take it! Take it!”

Her nipples dragged across his skin with each impact, but she barely noticed. All her focus was on following his commands, on giving him exactly what he wanted.

And Luca? Luca looked like he was in heaven.

His eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his face that was visible between the gaps in her assault.

He wasn’t flinching. Wasn’t trying to protect himself.

He was simply...receiving. Embracing every single slap like it was a gift.

Finally, he raised a hand.

”Stop.”

Luna froze, chest heaving. She was panting heavily—the effort had been more exhausting than she expected.

Her breasts ached, the skin tingling from all the impacts.

When she looked down at them, she was surprised to see that her previously pale flesh was now flushed bright red.

The evidence of their strange activity was written all over her.

But more than that, when she looked at Luca—

She gasped.

His face was even redder than her breasts. Not from embarrassment or arousal—from the sheer physical slaps they had just delivered.

His cheeks were battered, bruised, beaten. He looked like he had gone ten rounds with a professional boxer and lost.

Panic surged through her.

”Luca! Are you okay?! Your face—I didn’t mean to hit you that hard—you told me to, and I just—I couldn’t hold back—”

She reached for him, desperate to check if he was injured, but he held up a hand, stopping her.

But when he looked at her, his expression wasn’t pained or angry.

It was something else entirely—approving.

Commendatory.

Like a commander acknowledging a soldier’s excellent performance.

”You did perfectly, Luna.”

His voice was calm, steady, despite his battered appearance.

”Your duties were executed flawlessly.”

The words hit her strangely. Despite the absurdity of the situation—despite standing half—naked in front of him, her breasts red and sore, his face bruised from her assault—she felt a surge of pride.

She had done well. He was pleased with her.

For a moment, she wondered if she should offer her breasts again.

Let him rest against them, soothe his battered face with their softness. The thought made her heart flutter.

But before she could say anything, Luca pulled back abruptly. His expression shifted to one of intense focus, as if he had just received all the information he needed and was now processing it.

”Give me a few more minutes, Luna.”

He said, already turning away.

”I need to figure this out. I’ll call you back when I’m ready.”

And with that, he slammed the window shut.

Luna stood frozen, completely naked from the waist up, her breasts still red and aching, her mind spinning in circles.

The cold night air kissed her skin.

She slowly raised her arms to cover herself, utterly bewildered.

’What...just happened?’

—

Inside, Luca finally allowed himself a satisfied smile.

The pieces were coming together.

The strange, overwhelming urges. The loss of control he had prided himself on for so long.

The way his body had reacted to Luna’s innocent proximity as if he were some kind of hormonal teenager.

He had asked Luna to do those things not out of pure lecherous desire, but as a test. A necessary test.

This test was based on the fact that any normal man would have been aroused by such a display.

The sight, the touch, the intimacy would trigger natural hormonal responses.

Desire would bloom. The body would react.

But Luca had removed that variable.

Literally.

His penis and balls were gone. Severed. No longer part of his anatomy.

Without it, he shouldn’t feel any of those things.

Just like the eunuchs in the emperor’s courts who had their testicles removed to ensure they wouldn’t develop desires for the royal concubines.

Without the biological machinery, there should be no biological response.

And yet...

Every single thing Luna had done—showing off her breasts, bouncing them, rubbing them against his face, slapping him with them—had stirred something inside him.

Not just acknowledgment of beauty. Not just appreciation.

Genuine arousal. Heat. Desire.

It hadn’t come from below. It couldn’t have. There was nothing there to generate it.

It had come from his mind. His thoughts. His consciousness itself had been affected, as if something had loosened the chains he had carefully placed on his own psyche.

And that meant one thing: this was not natural.

This was not his own failing. This was external.

And realising this, he didn’t hesitate to look up.

Through the roof. Toward somewhere far beyond mortal reach.

”I think you owe me an explanation, Goddess.”

His voice was calm, but firm. Demanding.

”I cut off my own dick for you. To prove that I wasn’t just throwing around accusations. To show that I was serious about understanding what was happening to me.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

”You can’t stay silent now. I hope you have an answer.”

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, right beside him, a small portal shimmered into existence.

Whoosh!

Through it came a hand. Slender. Fair. Flawless. Absolutely beautiful in a way that transcended mortal beauty.

Even seeing only that one hand, Luca knew immediately—this was the Goddess of Space.

And in her fingers was a folded letter.

She dropped it into his waiting palm, then withdrew. The portal sealed shut as quickly as it had appeared.

Luca looked at the letter. The paper itself seemed to glow faintly, and the handwriting was elegant beyond words—every curve, every line perfect.

Even the letters themselves seemed to hum with divine energy.

He sat down, unfolded it, and began to read.

— — —

To my Hero, Luca,

I must begin with an apology. A sincere, heartfelt apology for the inconvenience you have experienced.

Please believe me when I say that I never wanted things to happen this way. I have always strived to interfere as little as possible in your mission, trusting you to handle matters with your own wisdom and strength.

However...the Goddess of Fertility broke free from her restraints once again.

Luca raised an eyebrow but continued reading.

She has been watching your progress with great interest—perhaps too much interest.

She observed how you were constantly surrounded by beautiful elves who pampered you, cherished you, loved you, and even exposed themselves to you so openly.

And yet, time after time, you restrained yourself. You maintained control. You acted with honor and self-discipline.

This infuriated her.

In her eyes, any normal man in your position would have long ago succumbed to desire.

You would have taken what was offered, enjoyed the pleasures of this world, and in doing so, you would have naturally...propagated. Spread your seed. Filled the elven village with children.

But you didn’t.

Your restraint, admirable as it is, frustrated her beyond measure. So she acted behind my back.

She loosened your mind.

Luca blinked. Loosened?

To explain more clearly: she lowered your natural inhibitions just slightly. The self-control you possess, the iron will that has served you so well—its authority has been...diminished.

You will find yourself feeling desires you normally keep buried. The thoughts and urges that every man experiences but suppresses will rise closer to the surface.

However—and this is crucial—she did not alter your mind. She did not change your fundamental nature. She did not cast a spell that would turn you into a mindless beast driven only by lust.

At the end of the day, you are still you. Your decisions are still your own. Your morality, your ethics, your ability to choose—all remain intact.

The only difference is that you will now feel your desires more keenly. You will be less able to ignore them, less capable of burying them beneath layers of discipline. They will demand your attention.

All for the sake of one purpose: to encourage you to impregnate the elves who so clearly want you.

Luca let out a long breath.

I tried to stop her. Truly, I did. But I must confess—I was alone in my efforts.

The other Goddesses who watch over the demi-human races sided with her.

They were afraid, Luca. Afraid that with your incredible self—control, you would reject your mission entirely.

That you would deny these women the future they deserve.

That you would leave this world without ensuring the continuation of their bloodlines.

So they conspired. And I could not hold back all of them.

But please, take comfort in this: your free will remains untouched.

When the moment comes to make the final decision—whether to accept this responsibility or not—that choice will be entirely yours. Nothing has changed that.

I will do everything in my power to prevent such interference from happening again.

There was a pause in the letter, and when the writing resumed, it had a slightly sheepish quality to it—almost embarrassed.

I must also admit...I seem to be the only sane Goddess in the heavens right now. Everyone else—every single one—is supporting the Goddess of Fertility’s agenda.

They all want you to become the father of this continent. The pressure from all sides has been...immense.

But I will continue to advocate for you. I will protect your interests as best I can.

With sincere apologies and hopes for your understanding,

The Goddess of Space

[P.S: The announcement of your arrival and purpose will also be properly conveyed to everyone in the demi-human soon.]

[Please be patient as I’m working out some technical difficulties.]

———

Luca set the letter down and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

So that was it.

Not mind control. Not manipulation of his thoughts or decisions.

Just...a loosening of the chains he had wrapped around his own desires.

He thought about it and tried to figure out his opinion regarding this outside interference.

If they had tried to turn him into a mindless breeding beast, he would have fought it with everything he had and would’ve been seriously pissed—Goddess or not.

He would have found a way to break whatever spell they cast, consequences be damned.

But this?

This was just...feeling what he already felt, but more openly. The desires he had always suppressed rising closer to the surface.

The thoughts he had always pushed aside demanding to be acknowledged.

He could still control it. He was still himself. The letter was clear on that.

And honestly? Looking at the bigger picture, he almost felt sorry for the Goddess of Space.

She was clearly fighting a losing battle against a united front of divine beings who all wanted the same thing—for him to embrace this world and its people completely even if it meant cheap tricks, showing how desperate they are.

He shook his head, a wry smile crossing his battered, reddened face.

”Well.” He muttered to himself. ”At least I know I’m not going crazy.”

The only real difference now was that he would probably be a little more...honest with himself about what he wanted.

And if that led to some interesting developments with the lovely elves of this village or any other demi-human out there?

Well. That was his choice to make.