Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 141: My Sister Is Moaning?!

Leona wasn’t following them because she distrusted Luca or feared he would hurt Nyx or do anything that she didn’t want.

No, it wasn’t that at all.

It was curiosity.

Pure, burning, older-sister curiosity.

When it came to her own daughters, their feelings for Luca were painfully obvious—open adoration, constant clinging, shameless declarations of love.

They wore their hearts on their sleeves around him.

But Nyx?

Nyx had always been different.

Playful. Teasing. Never vulnerable. Never soft in front of anyone.

Yet...the way Nyx looked at Luca was new.

Different.

A quiet heat in her eyes whenever they landed on him, a lingering glance that lasted half a second too long, a subtle softening around the edges of her usual smirk.

Leona had lived with her sister for over a hundred years and she had never seen Nyx look at any man like that.

Not once.

So yes—she was curious.

Desperately curious.

And normally she would never dare follow. Never risk showing her true thoughts. The consequences of her showing her true desires were devestating.

But today was different.

After watching Julius’s miserable, pathetic defeat.

After seeing the males’ arrogance finally cracked open and humbled, she felt...liberated.

Lighter.

Like the shackles she had on had lost some of their weight.

For once she didn’t care quite so much about consequences.

She wanted to know. Needed to know.

So she moved—silent as a shadow, steps light and practiced—slipping after them toward the tree line.

But she lost them almost immediately.

One moment they were there—Nyx tugging Luca along, both of them laughing softly and the next they were gone. Vanished into the grove.

Leona paused, frowning.

’Did they run? Did I miss them?’

Disappointment curled in her chest. She was about to turn back, resigned to never knowing when a sound drifted through the leaves.

"Hmm—!"

A soft whimper.

Feminine. Breathless. Almost pained.

Leona froze.

"Ahhh—!"

Another whimper, higher this time, edged with something desperate.

It was definitely Nyx.

And it was coming from behind one of the massive trees in front.

Leona’s ears twitched. Her heart kicked hard against her ribs and she slowly moved closer until she reached the side of the trunk.

The tree was ancient, its base hollowed out into a natural alcove large enough for two people to stand inside without being seen from most angles.

And as she went closer to the cavity, the whimpers grew clearer—ragged little animal sounds that made no sense coming from Nyx.

After all, Nyx never made noises like that.

Leona pressed her back to the bark and leaned into the cave just enough to peek inside.

But the moment she saw what was inside—

Her entire body locked.

Her face instantly became steaming red.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

Inside the hollow...

Nyx was pushed back against the inner wall of the tree.

Her skirt was rucked up around her waist, black underwear yanked down to her thighs, and her legs were spread; one hooked over Luca’s broad shoulder.

And Luca—

Luca was on his knees.

Hands gripping her thighs.

Face buried deep between them.

His tongue was inside her—pushing, swirling, thrusting—licking her open with hunger.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Every time his tongue plunged deeper, more slick coated his lips; every time he sucked on her clit, Nyx’s hips jerked violently.

And seeing this lewd sight, Leona’s entire body went hot—face steaming, chest tight, thighs clenching involuntarily.

She’d come expecting...something sweet.

A stolen kiss. Maybe some teasing touches.

Maybe her sister finally letting herself be vulnerable with someone.

Not this.

Not Luca on his knees—drinking from her sister like she was the only thing that mattered—while Nyx melted against the tree, whimpering like she’d never been touched before.

Leona’s first instinct was to run.

To flee before they noticed her, before she had to face what she was feeling.

But then Nyx let out another sound—

"Nnnnn!♡~ Hmmm!♡~"

—a deep, broken moan that vibrated through the hollow and Leona’s feet rooted to the spot.

That sound—

That raw, helpless, melting sound—

Leona had never heard anything like it from Nyx.

Her sister, always so composed, so teasingly in control sounded broken. Vulnerable. Alive in a way Leona had never witnessed.

And seeing this new side of her her, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Couldn’t move.

She even leaned closer, peering deeper into the hollow and really looked at Nyx’s face for the first time.

Flushed cheeks glowing like embers.

Eyes limpid, unfocused, swimming with unshed tears of overwhelming pleasure.

Ears pinned back, trembling. Lips parted on shaky breaths, bitten swollen.

It was so obvious that her unbreakable little sister was melting and Leona couldn’t believe it.

She’d spent a century watching Nyx perform—play the seductress, the survivor, the unbreakable one.

No matter the crisis, Nyx always wore that confident mask.

But this? This was new.

Her sister was unraveling, body shuddering, moans spilling free and it stirred something deep in Leona’s chest.

Pride? Envy? A flicker of longing she didn’t dare name?

And then she noticed more.

But not off Nyx. But Luca instead.

This was because he wasn’t just kissing down there.

No.

His tongue was deep, plunging in and out of Nyx’s tight hole with wet, insistent thrusts.

Whirling.

Twisting.

Exploring every inner fold like he was mapping her soul.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The noises were unimaginable—slick, obscene squelches as he sucked and lapped, drawing out more and more of her slick arousal.

Nyx’s body responded in kind: hips bucking, thighs clamping around his head, fluids gushing steadily onto his tongue.

Luca too didn’t spill a drop—drinking her down like nectar, humming approval against her clit.

Witnessing this, Leona’s hand drifted unconsciously to her own crotch, fingers pressing lightly against the suddenly throbbing ache between her legs.

’This is wrong. So wrong. So dirty.’

Her mind screamed it with virgin-like shock flooding her veins, as right now she felt naive, exposed, like she’d stumbled into a ritual she wasn’t prepared for.

But her body betrayed her: heat pooling low, pussy clenching emptily, a shameful wetness seeping through her own underwear.

She wanted—no, needed—to run. To flee this forbidden sight.

But her feet wouldn’t move.

Her eyes wouldn’t close.

And just then, Nyx looked down at Luca with a playful smile, one hand rubbing affectionately through his hair while her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll against his mouth.

"You know why I brought you here, right?"

She murmured, voice husky and trembling.

"It was to pleasure you, Hero. To suck your cock until you couldn’t think straight. To give you the nicest time of your life."

"But here you are...doing the exact opposite. Licking me like I’m dessert instead."

Her fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue plunged deeper.

"It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all." She whined, half-laughing, half-moaning. "I said I should be the one giving you pleasure right now."

"Not...Not the other way around..."

Luca finally pulled back, just enough for his lips to brush her swollen clit as he spoke. His mouth and chin glistened obscenely with her arousal.

"No need to worry about fairness or who’s pleasuring who Nyx."

He rasped, voice thick with hunger.

"After all, I’m thoroughly enjoying this. Your pussy is so sweet...so juicy. It’s like biting into the ripest fruit I’ve ever tasted."

To prove his point, he leaned in and gently bit down on her clit—teeth grazing the sensitive bud just hard enough to make her whole body jerk.

"Luca—!" She half-laughed, half-sobbed. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it...gods, I’m really glad...but the others aren’t far away."

"If you keep going like this, deep, relentless, I won’t be able to hold back anymore. My moans are going to carry. Everyone will hear me losing it."

But Luca shook his head slowly.

"Can’t do that, Nyx."

He dragged his tongue flat up her slit—once, twice—making her tremble.

"That’s like telling a starving man not to devour the food right in front of him. Like asking him to take tiny bites when he’s dying of hunger."

"I just can’t. I have to devour this pretty pussy of yours."

He punctuated the words by sliding two fingers inside her—slow, deep—curling them against that spot that made her vision white out.

Her head fell back against the tree with a soft thud.

Her hands flew to his head again, clutching desperately.

"But I-I really can’t hold back anymore." She whimpered.

"My lips are already hurting from biting them so hard. So, if you keep going deeper, faster..."

"...I’m going to start moaning so loud the whole village will know exactly what you’re doing to me."

And in response, Luca pulled back just long enough to reach into his small satchel. He retrieved the same plump, juicy fruit from earlier.

Before she could protest, he pressed the fruit gently against her lips.

"Bite down on this."

Nyx blinked—then obeyed. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh; sweet juice immediately burst across her tongue.

Luca grinned.

"Anytime you feel like you’re gonna scream...just bite harder. Let the fruit take it all."

Before she could answer, he dove back in—tongue plunging deep, fingers curling, lips sealing around her clit in a relentless rhythm.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Nyx’s felt an intense surge of pleasure.

But just like he had adviced, she bit down hard on the fruit, it’s juice exploding down her chin, dripping onto her chest, soaking into the fabric of her top until it clung transparently to her breasts.

And every time Luca’s tongue fucked into her, every time his fingers pressed that perfect spot inside, she sank her teeth deeper.

More juice spilled—running in sticky rivulets down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach.

Her body shook; her thighs clamped around his head; muffled, desperate whimpers vibrated around the fruit.

Meanwhile, from her hiding spot, Leona stared in horror and excitement.

She’d expected...something. A kiss. Maybe hands under clothes. Whispered confessions.

The kind of tender, romantic moment she’d secretly hoped her little sister would finally allow herself.

But this—

This was raw. Filthy. Ny was being eaten out like she was the last meal on earth.

And the conversation—

Leona had heard every word.

"I brought you here to pleasure you...suck your cock..."

"I’m thoroughly enjoying this...so sweet...so juicy..."

"If you keep going this deep...I’ll moan so loud they’ll hear me..."

"Can’t do that...have to devour this pussy..."

Every word echoed in Leona’s head, making her own core throb harder.

She pressed her thighs together instinctively, trying to quell the sudden, shameful ache—but it only made it worse.

Wetness seeped through her underwear; her clit pulsed with every muffled cry Nyx let slip.

’This is wrong. So wrong. She’s my sister. I shouldn’t—’

But she couldn’t look away.

Nyx’s face was the most vulnerable Leona had ever seen her.

No smirk. No teasing control. Just pure, overwhelmed pleasure.

Her sister was melting. And the sight of it, the sound of it, sent heat pooling low in Leona’s belly.

But just then—

Nyx’s teeth sank deep into the fruit.

A muffled, broken cry vibrated through the pulp.

Her body seized, back arching violently off the tree.

And...she squirted.

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

Clear, hot fluid gushed from her in pulses—splashing across Luca’s face, chin, chest.

But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away.

He opened his mouth wide, sealing his lips over her spasming entrance and drank every drop like it was holy wine.

His throat worked visibly, swallowing greedily, while his tongue never stopped moving, coaxing out more, more, more.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

The sheer shock of the climax also caused Leona to stumble.

She took a step back, her legs weak, and a loud CRACK echoed through the quiet woods as she stepped on a dry stick.

In an instant, Nyx’s face shifted from pleasure-dazed to deadly cold.

She whirled her head toward the sound.

"Who’s there?!" She barked in a voice like ice.

And in response, Leona didn’t hesitate.

She spun and ran at full speed, branches whipping past her face, heart slamming against her ribs.

Nyx started to move as well, ready to hunt the intruder, but Luca caught her waist.

"It’s alright, Nyx. Leave it. It was just a ’bunny’ who got curious about what we were doing. It ran away, after seeing two scary predators over here."

Nyx gave him a suspicious look, but Luca pulled her back against the tree.

"Let me clean you up." He whispered, lifting her skirt again.

"We can’t have you going back to the village all wet like this, after all."

He began to lick her again, more slowly now, treating her pussy like a divine treasure and Nyx’s eyes fluttered shut as the electricity returned to her nerves.

"Yes, Hero. Just like that...Clean my pussy up good."

Meanwhile, Leona didn’t stop running until she reached the far edge of the grove—chest heaving, face flaming, mind reeling.

She pressed her back against a tree, sliding down until she sat in the moss..

’What...What did I just see?’

Her sister, her fierce, untouchable sister had been on the edge of orgasm, squirting into a man’s mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Moaning like she’d never moaned before.

And Luca, devouring her like she was everything.

And even though she was married. Had two children. Had lived over a century.

She felt like a innocent maiden at the moment.

Like she’d just glimpsed something forbidden and sacred and terrifyingly beautiful.

She buried her face in her hands, trying to erase the image.

But it wouldn’t leave.

Nyx’s flushed face. The wet sounds. The way her sister’s body shook when she came.

Leona’s fingers drifted back between her legs—pressing harder this time.

She told herself to stop.

She didn’t.

The scene replayed over and over in perfect, humiliating detail.

And her body answered—hot, wet, aching—with a need she hadn’t ever felt before.