Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 199: I Deserve Compensation

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

This...This was nothing like last night.

Last night had been playful, teasing, the gentle nibbles of a man trying to make her laugh.

But this was something else entirely.

His lips pressed against her skin, then his mouth opened, and he was sucking—pulling at the flesh of her neck with a hunger that made her entire body tingle.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Finally snapping out of her daze—her hands flew to his shoulders, not pushing him away, just holding on.

"Luca! What are you doing?! You can’t—this is wrong—"

She was lying. The word "wrong" tasted false on her tongue, because nothing had ever felt so right.

Her body was melting into his, her legs threatening to give out, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Luca didn’t bother pulling back to answer.

He kissed up the side of her neck, sucking at a new spot, then another, his voice a low rumble against her skin.

"When a woman looks as beautiful as you, it’s very hard to hold back, Leona."

He paused to kiss the hollow beneath her ear, making her shiver.

"Not to mention you’re an elf. The embodiment of beauty itself. In my world, there are stories—novels, paintings, songs—all about your kind. You’re made to be admired. Worshipped."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with something that made her stomach flip.

"So imagine how impossible it is to resist when you take that natural beauty and make it even more stunning."

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

He kissed the side of her neck again, softer this time, his lips lingering against her skin—while Leona’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it.

But even as her heart fluttered and her skin burned under his soft lips, a flicker of the Matriarch’s iron will flared within her.

She couldn’t surrender—not this easily. Not while he was so clearly unraveling her defenses.

With a shuddering breath, she planted her hands against his chest and pushed, creating just a few inches of agonizing space.

"Stop...Luca, stop." She gasped, her voice betraying her by trembling. "What are you even doing?"

"This...This isn’t something we should be doing. We aren’t...we aren’t a couple. We aren’t lovers. You can’t just do these things to me. It’s not right."

To her surprise, Luca actually stopped. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers with a sudden, unsettlingly thoughtful expression.

He let out a long sigh and nodded slowly.

"You’re right, Leona." He said, his voice dropping into a somber, understanding tone. "We aren’t a couple. We aren’t married. You aren’t my girlfriend. I’m overstepping, aren’t I? I should probably just stop and keep things professional."

Leona’s stomach dropped.

She had said the right thing. The proper thing. The thing a matriarch should say, a married woman should say, a mother should say.

But hearing him agree so readily, watching him pull away, made something in her chest clench painfully.

She felt like she had just pushed away something precious, something she wanted desperately to hold onto.

She opened her mouth to take it back—

Before she could, Luca’s face split into a grin. He leaned forward until their noses nearly touched, his eyes bright with mischief.

"But who the fuck cares?"

Leona blinked. "What?"

"Who cares if we’re not in a relationship?" His voice dropped, warm and teasing. "Right now, we’re bound by something much stronger."

She stared at him, utterly lost.

"W-What are you talking about? What could possibly be stronger than that?"

"Think about it. You’re the matriarch of this village."

He took on a business-like tone as he explained his reasoning.

"The woman who has spent forty years protecting it, caring for it, keeping it alive. And I’m the Hero who’s been sent to help and I’ve already made changes that will benefit this village for generations"

He looked at her like he was expecting for her to clap.

"Weapons that will keep you safe. Knowledge that will help you grow. And I’m not done yet. The way I see it, you owe me."

Leona couldn’t deny it. "I suppose that’s true."

She narrowed her eyes as she felt his hand slide down her back, settling just above her butt, his fingers pressing gently into the curve of her hip.

Her body shivered despite herself as she hesitantly asked

"But...what does that have to do with you taking advantage of me right now?"

He chuckled, the sound low and warm against her ear.

"A Hero’s job is to save the village, yes. But I can’t just keep helping over and over again for nothing."

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes glinting.

"I’m human, Leona. Not some angel who exists only to give. No matter what reward you offer me—gold, treasures, gratitude—it won’t satisfy me."

He paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"But there is something I’m interested in."

She gasped as his hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer.

"...You."

Her breath caught.

"I mean, look at you. Who wouldn’t be interested in an elf as beautiful as you?"

His gaze traveled over her face, her hair, the lips she had stained red for him.

"Do you even know why I came to this world? To see the demi-human races. The elves, the beastkin, the slime-girls. All the beautiful people your continent has to offer."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"And I found you. The peak of what an elf should be."

He pulled her closer.

"So I’m taking what I deserve. What I’ve earned."

His mouth found her face, pressing soft kisses across her cheeks, her jaw, the corner of her lips.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Then he moved to her ear, his lips closing around her earlobe and sucking gently, and a sound escaped her throat that she had never made before.

"Mmm—! Noo—! Ahhh—!"

Her body was on fire. His words swirled in her head, making a terrible kind of sense.

She did owe him. He had given them so much.

But her pride rebelled. She was the Matriarch. She had dignity. She wasn’t some loose woman who let men do whatever they wanted.

"But Luca...you can’t."

She whimpered, her head falling back.

"There are other women...they would be happy to satisfy you. Why me? I am the Matriarch!"

Luca paused just long enough to press a firm kiss to her forehead.

"It’s because you’re the Matriarch that you should take this responsibility on yourself. Would you really throw such a ’burden’ onto one of your subjects? That’s unbecoming of a leader, Leona."

He moved down to her nose, kissing the tip of it as she tried another desperate defense.

"But I’m a wife, Luca! I have a husband! You can’t disrespect me like this!"

He once again pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze steady and unyielding.

"That excuse won’t work on me. You and I both know you detest your husband. You don’t consider him your partner, you don’t love him, and even if you did love him..."

His eyes darkened with malice.

"...I wouldn’t care. I’d rip his head out and make love to your right beside his bleeding corpse."

Her mouth fell open in shock.

Not just because of his crazy statement—but because the fact that what he said actually turned her on so much.

But he didn’t give her time to respond to his dominant words.

Instead, his hand moved to the collar of her dress, pushing the fabric down just enough to reveal the deep swell of her cleavage.

The moment he saw the fair peaks leaking out—his mouth descended, lips pressing against the soft skin, and a sound escaped her throat that was half moan, half-protest.

"Ah—! I-I’m a mother, Luca."

She said, thinking that this would deter him.

"I have two daughters. Luna and Lulu. Y-You shouldn’t do this to a mother like me. Mmm—!"

But he didn’t stop despite that. His lips traced the curve of her breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and her body arched toward him without her permission.

"Forget that." He murmured against her skin. "There’s no rule that says a mother can’t receive love."

He kissed the top of her breast, then the side.

"I could also become Luna and Lulu’s father. It’s not that big of a deal—"

He paused. A strange expression crossed his face.

"Actually, no. That wouldn’t work." He shook his head, then smirked. "But if I told them I was their mother’s new husband, I don’t think they’d mind at all."

He pushed her dress down further, exposing more of her chest, and his mouth found the edge of her breast, kissing, sucking, making her breath come in sharp gasps.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Leona’s body was on fire.

Every touch, every kiss, every word he spoke made her feel more and more like she was losing control.

Her protests were becoming weaker, more desperate, more like excuses she was making because she felt she should, not because she actually wanted him to stop.

"Luca...please..." She tried to say, but he looked up, his eyes firm and unyielding.

"There is nothing left to say, Leona..."

He said, staring down at her trembling figure.

"...Because there is one fact you can’t deny."

"What...What fact?" She whispered.

"You aren’t pushing me away."

The words hit her like a thunderbolt.

"If you really didn’t want this, you would have done something by now. After all, you’re not some helpless woman, Leona..."

He smirked like he knew her inside and out.

"...You’re the same woman who tried to put an arrow through my heart the first day we met."

"You probably even have daggers hidden in your dress right now. You could stab me with with that. Even if you don’t, you can scratch me. Bite me. Scream for help."

"But look at you." He gestured at her clinging form with a teasing gaze. "You’re holding onto me. You’re wrapped around me. Your body is saying something very different from your words."

She looked down—and she was shocked.

Her arms were around his neck. Her leg was hooked over his hip.

She was pressed against him so tightly that there wasn’t space for air between them.

He was right. She hadn’t resisted at all. Not really.

She opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say.

He had dismantled every excuse, every argument, every wall she had tried to build.

"Nothing else to say, right?"

He smiled at her, and it was the warmest, kindest, most infuriatingly patient smile she had ever seen.

She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but stare at him, caught in his gaze like a rabbit in a snare before finally looking away.

"...Then I’ll continue."

He lowered her to the soft grass, and she let out a small yelp as her back met the ground.

Then his mouth was on her again—her face, her neck, her chest, his hands everywhere, his lips everywhere, kissing, sucking, worshipping every inch of skin he could reach.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

He didn’t fully undress her. He knew if he tried, her embarrassment would win out, would finally give her the strength to push him away.

So he left her clothes mostly in place, working around them, kissing her through the fabric, letting his mouth wander over every part of her that was exposed.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

He sucked at her skin, left marks she would find later and curse him for, and every time she gasped or whimpered or bit her lip to hold back a moan, he smiled against her skin.

Leona lay beneath him, trembling, her body alive in ways it had never been before. She had never felt so loved. So wanted. So completely, utterly consumed by another person’s desire.

She should be ashamed. She should stop this. She should—

"I-It’s for the village!" She gasped out, grabbing onto her last shred of dignity. "I’m just showing our gratitude. I’m making a sacrifice. This is—this is duty! Nothing more!"

Luca’s head snapped up. He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

Then his mouth came down on her breast, his teeth grazing her skin through the thin fabric, and she cried out, her body arching off the grass.

"Ahhh—! No, Luca, not there—!"

"Duty." He repeated against her skin, and she could hear the laughter in his voice. "Of course, Leona. Pure, selfless duty."

He bit down gently on her breasts, and she jolted, her hands flying to his hair, not pushing, just holding on.

"Then let me properly thank you for your sacrifice."

His mouth was on her again, and she let herself fall.