Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 200: Ravaging The Matriarch

Leona couldn’t believe what was happening.

She was the Matriarch of this village—the ruler who commanded dignity and respect from everyone around her.

And yet here she lay on the grass like some common woman, being ravaged in the open where anyone could see, as if her lover couldn’t even afford the decency of a room.

The worst part? She was loving every moment of it.

Luca’s hands moved over her with a reverence that made her chest ache.

Every touch, every kiss, every brush of his fingers against her skin seemed designed to pull something new from her—emotions she had buried so deep she had forgotten they existed.

When he kissed her face, he was impossibly gentle.

His lips would press against her cheek, soft and slow, then travel to her nose, her forehead, the corners of her mouth.

He would pull back just to look at her, his gaze full of something that made her heart stutter—like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, like he couldn’t believe she was real.

In those moments, she felt like a shy girl again, blushing and looking away, unable to meet the intensity of his admiration.

Then he would move to her neck.

The gentleness didn’t disappear, but something else joined it—a hunger, a possessiveness that made her breath catch.

He would start at the side of her throat, sucking gently, leaving marks she knew would bloom purple by morning.

Then his lips would travel across her skin, finding the most sensitive places, lingering there, making her gasp.

When he reached the hollow of her throat, he would soften again, his mouth becoming almost tender, but the marks he left behind told a different story.

He wanted everyone to see. He wanted the whole village to know that Leona belonged to him.

The thought should have horrified her. Instead, it made her toes curl.

And then his mouth found her breasts.

Even with her clothes still mostly on—her dress pushed down just enough to reveal the generous swell of her chest, her nipples still hidden by the thin fabric—she felt completely exposed.

She had always been aware of her figure, of the curves that her carefully chosen dresses did little to hide.

But she had never felt them like this, had never watched a man’s mouth work over the soft flesh with such focused intensity.

Luca kissed the exposed flesh of her cleavage with a reverence that made her shiver.

He worked slowly, his lips trailing along the curve, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste her skin.

She felt like he was tenderizing her, preparing her for something more, and her body responded helplessly, her back arching, her chest pushing toward him.

Then he began to suck.

He pulled the soft flesh into his mouth, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt.

Her body jerked, a sound escaping her throat that she barely recognized as her own voice.

He moved to the other breast, doing the same, leaving marks, sucking harder, and with each pull, she felt something building deep inside her.

Something she had never experienced before—something that made her thighs press together and her breath come in ragged gasps.

But while he was feasting on her breasts—she looked down at him and something shifted inside her—as he looked like a baby nursing at his mother’s breast.

The thought should have been absurd, even offensive, but instead it made her heart clench with tenderness.

This man—the Hero who had terrorized the human continent, who had turned her village upside down—was nestled against her chest, his eyes closed, his face peaceful.

She wanted to pet his hair. To cup his cheek. To hold him there forever.

But even this wasn’t the most overwhelming part.

It was her ears.

Elven ears were sacred—only the closest family, only a lover who held your whole heart, was permitted to touch them.

It was a gift given only to those you trusted completely.

Luca seemed to know. His fingers traced the edge of her ear as his mouth worked, and she felt her resistance crumbling entirely.

Her legs parted. Her hips shifted. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing the contact, needing something to anchor her as waves of pleasure washed through her.

She was allowing this. Allowing a human—an outsider, a man she had wanted to kill just days ago—to touch her ears. To kiss them. To worship them.

And it made perfect sense.

He had broken through every wall she had built.

He had seen her at her worst and chose to trust her.

He had held her when she cried, had made her laugh, had looked at her like she was something worth seeing.

Of course she would let him touch her ears. Of course she would let him claim her in a way she had never let anyone claim her before.

Shame still flickered at the edges of her consciousness.

She was a married woman, lying in the grass with another man, her legs wrapped around him, her body aching for more.

Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.

But the excitement was louder than the shame.

The warmth spreading through her chest, the tingling in her limbs, the way her body responded to his every touch—it drowned out everything else.

She held him closer and let herself fall.

But just as she was enjoying—she realised something pivotal.

He hadn’t even undressed her.

Her blouse was still on, though disheveled. He had kissed her cleavage, suckled at the soft flesh above her breasts, left marks everywhere his mouth had wandered.

But the most private parts of her remained covered, so he hadn’t truly been intimate with her. Not really.

The thought should have been reassuring. Instead, it terrified her.

After all, she had heard the noises from his house the other night, just like every other elf in the village. The moans, the whimpers, the desperate cries that had echoed through the trees.

So, she knew what he was capable of.

The woman in his bed—the one whose voice had sounded so familiar, so hauntingly like Luna’s—had been reduced to something primal, something that screamed with pleasure until she had no voice left.

And that was when he was being serious—

—while right now, he was barely even trying.

Gentle kisses. Soft touches. The lightest caress of his lips against her skin.

But even with this, she was already dizzy, her thoughts scattering, her body burning with an ache she couldn’t name.

If this was what he did when he was holding back—

—what would happen when he let go?

The thought sent a spike of pure, electric excitement through her.

Her pussy throbbed, wet and aching, and suddenly a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt shot through her—a spasm, a clenching, a flash of heat that made her whole body jerk.

"Ahhh—!" A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.

She looked down, half-convinced some insect had bitten her, that there was some physical explanation for this strange, overwhelming feeling.

But before she could make sense of it, voices cut through the morning air.

"Did you hear that?"

Leona’s blood turned to ice.

Two young elves were walking along the path nearby, their voices carrying clearly through the trees.

"It sounded like..." The first one paused, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "It sounded like the noises from last night. The ones coming from the Hero’s house."

The second elf gasped. "You don’t think he’s out here, do you? In the woods? Hunting for another victim?"

Leona’s heart nearly stopped. She grabbed Luca’s arm, her eyes wide with terror, but he was already still, completely silent, listening.

But just as she thought that they were about to be found—

"No, we’re probably hearing things." The first elf said dismissively. "It’s so early. Even the Hero wouldn’t be doing something like this at this hour."

"Yeah." The other elf nodded. "We’re just having hallucinations from last night. Or maybe it’s some weird bird making those sounds."

The voices faded as the elves walked away, their laughter trailing behind them.

Luca let out a slow breath. "That was close." He murmured. "They almost caught us."

She looked up at him, expecting to see fear or relief.

Instead, he was looking down at her with that same hungry expression, already leaning in to continue where they had left off.

"No, that’s enough, Luca! Enough!"

She shoved him with every ounce of strength she had. He stumbled back, surprised, and she scrambled to her feet—only to immediately tilt sideways as her legs gave out beneath her. Luca caught her, steadying her with hands on her arms.

"Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"

"I-I’m fine."

She pushed away from him, forcing her trembling legs to hold her weight. She then pointed a shaking finger at his chest as she said in a fluster,

"This—this is exactly what I was worried about, Luca! Just imagine what would have happened if they had actually walked in on us?"

Luca considered this for a moment, then shrugged.

"I would have charged them a fee and let them watch from the corner."

Leona stared at him, utterly horrified. She opened her mouth to unleash a tirade, but the words died on her lips.

He was smiling at her, that charming, infuriating smile that made her blush no matter how angry she was.

But she still couldn’t let him do whatever he wanted so she vehemently said,

"That’s enough! No more. Not here. Not when we could get caught. Once was enough to give me a heart attack."

She pressed her hand to her chest, where her heart was still pounding like a caged bird.

"If it happens again, I really will die."

Luca’s brow furrowed for a moment. Then his eyes sharpened, a knowing glint appearing.

"You said ’for now.’"

Leona froze.

"You said ’not here.’ That means later, somewhere else, we can—"

"I didn’t say that! I didn’t mean—that’s not what I—"

She was sputtering, her face burning.

"Shut up! Stop talking! If you say another word, I’ll become a vampire myself and take a bite out of your neck!"

She was hissing at him like an angry cat, completely unhinged, and she knew it.

He brought out something in her that destroyed all her composure, all her carefully maintained dignity.

Around him, she was just a flustered, blushing mess.

Luca watched her with obvious amusement. She looked absolutely adorable right now, all puffed up and furious and embarrassed all at once.

Seeing this sight—he thought back to his decision to pursue her so aggressively this morning and he couldn’t help but think that he had been right to act when he did.

The truth was when he had seen her standing there, all dressed up and pretty—something inside him had snapped.

Or rather, something had broken loose and he had simply...acted.

But he hadn’t always been this way.

When he first arrived in this village, he had held himself back constantly.

The women threw themselves at him—Nyx with her bold advances, Luna with her earnest devotion, Lulu with her shameless enthusiasm—and he had kept things friendly but distant.

He hadn’t wanted to be the breeding bull the goddesses wanted him to be.

He hadn’t made a decision about fathering children, about committing to this world, about any of it.

So he had held back.

It was only when they made their moves that he responded in kind. A kiss here, a night there. He let them set the pace.

But today, with Leona looking like that, waiting for him like a girl on her first date...he hadn’t been able to hold back.

The loosened restraints had given him permission to want, and he had wanted.

He had pounced on her like a starving man at a feast, and he didn’t regret a single moment of it.

The way her body had yielded to his. The sounds she had made. The way her breasts had felt beneath his mouth, soft and full and perfect.

He was utterly satisfied.

And honestly? Looking at the adorable, flustered woman in front of him, he thought the Goddess might have been onto something and he should thank the Goddess of Fertility for letting him loose.