"Fifty won? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?" I exclaid.
Elaris chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth. "Those are the conditions, kiddo. The last human we captured literally died after getting fucked nonstop by just twenty of my won taking turns riding him. We buried his useless corpse right there. Turns out he was an infertile bastard—none of the girls got pregnant. I hope you won’t disappoint like he did."
She said it so casually. Like it was normal. Like killing a man through sheer sex wasn’t a big deal. No wonder this place was infamous for being dangerously insane.
But I couldn’t let them see I was kind of terrified. Elves—damn, they’re scary. Not the adorable, graceful little beings stories make them out to be. No, these won are warriors— the Samson type that are strong enough to kill a lion with their bare hands. I ca here with just over a thousand pleasure points; trying to fight them would be suicidal. They shattered my barrier earlier like it was made of paper. There’s no telling what they’d do if I tried taking on their whole kingdom.
Putting on a confident smirk, I glanced at Elaris, the Matriarch. "I’m not as weak as I look," I said, voice deep.
She smiled with amusent. "Just so you know, breeding an elf is much harder than breeding a human. You’ll need to cum into us at least five tis just to fertilize our eggs. That’s why the last guy died. Twenty of my girls wanted five rounds each."
That’s... biologically, logically, and clinically impossible.
Humans can’t ejaculate that many tis in a day. I an, ejaculating into twenty won in one day is already an Olympic-level sprint, but if each of them needs five rounds? That’s not sex—that’s execution.
On a good day, the average male can manage maybe five ejaculations. I say that as a forr doctor. Repeated ejaculation doesn’t just drain stamina—it crashes hormone levels like dopamine and testosterone, overloads the nervous system, wrecks the prostate. Erections weaken. Pain sets in. The body resists... then shuts down.
Cardiac arrest. Organ failure. Retrograde ejaculation where the sen flows backward into the bladder. All of it possible.
In plain words: this is torture dressed up as pleasure.
But—
I’m not weak enough to die from sothing like this. With my system’s help, I will get through this. I have to. I’ve co too far to give up now. If things really get out of control, I’ll retreat into my realm and maybe—just maybe—resort to using force to get the key with the help of Rin and Tama.
Though I’d rather not. Assaulting the goddess’s guardian might ruin my chances of getting the other keys if word spreads.
Elaris stood up from her chair and walked away, leaving there—completely naked.
Monts later, the elves who had gone to gather herbs returned. They crushed roots I didn’t recognize, mixing them with water before forcing the concoction down my throat. It tasted bitter and ancient—like sothing older than ti itself.
Midway through the forced drink, the won who had been bathing began erging one by one. Naked. Each ca out holding their bathing clay pots, their skin glistening from the water and their hair cascaded down their bodies in a hot manner.
My cock twitched to life as if it were seeing won for the first ti. The elf girl mixing the herbs gasped, dropping her bowl as her eyes widened at the sight of my arousal.
The others approached slowly, swaying their hips with deliberate seduction, their eyes locked on like I was prey. Their bodies were works of art—flawless curves, smooth skin, and breasts so perfect they looked sculpted by gods.
So had firm, round mounds; others had perky, outward-tilted nipples. A few had bell-shaped breasts, while others—like my sister Sharon—had tiny, pert nubs that made my mouth water just looking at them.
I was overwheld. But this was only the beginning.
One by one, the elves disappeared into their huts, preparing for the next stage.
anwhile, the ones still with forced down more of the sour brew. It slithered into my veins like fire, igniting every nerve. My cock throbbed painfully now—bulging, twitching, and pulsing with such urgency it felt like it could explode.
And the lack of n in this kingdom ant there were no children either. Perhaps the elven man had perished long ago. Maybe that’s why they now sought crossbreeding with outsiders—creatures like .
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the treetops, I remained bound to the chair—naked, and hard.
They made a massive bonfire in front of , and the sll of roasting at filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic beat of drums and the laughter of the dancing elves.
The Matriarch sat opposite , lounging in her carved seat with a goblet of dark liquor. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched everything happening around her.
A few monts later, dinner was ready.
Since my hands and legs were tied on the chair, l thought maybe one of them would feed . But instead of feeding directly, they ford a line—each elf holding a bowl of at. The first woman stepped forward, took a bite from her portion, then leaned down to share it from her mouth to mine.
I was starvin, so I took a bite and chewed, then swallowed. It was really delicious. She smiled and kissed softly before stepping away.
Then ca the next.
One by one, they fed like that—mouth to mouth— then give a kiss after, each kiss longer, and more lingering than the other as if they were sealing a pact with their lips.
In minutes, my hunger for food faded, but my lust only grew.
It was the sexiest al I’d ever had.
Elaris simply watched, her gaze unreadable, sipping her drink as though we were performing for her pleasure.
After the last elf fed , the warrior—the sa woman who’d first captured —stood. She glanced at Elaris, then bowed.
"Our great Matriarch... the ritual is ready. We’re about to begin the crossbreeding session."
Elaris smiled, licking her lips. "Finally. I’ve been waiting all day for this."
The warrior returned her gaze to , her expression fierce and hungry. "I’ll go first," she said, licking her lips. "Give every drop of your seed, human."
I smirked confidently. "Then co take it."
She dropped the cloth wrapped around her waist, revealing a powerful, muscular body that sohow still held all the grace of an elf. My cock twitched violently.
She stepped forward, wrapped her calloused hand around my shaft, and stroked it slowly. Her touch was rough but kinda sexy too.
Then, without hesitation, she spread her legs and ....
TBC
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