Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 218: Punishment Or Love?

Any other woman in Leona’s position would have been screaming outright by now. Luca was truly going all out, his hand pounding against her skin with enough force to make it burn and sting intensely.

Even someone who enjoyed pain as a masochist would have found this too much, the repeated, heavy impacts turning her ass into a glowing, sensitive mess.

But for Leona, she was having the time of her life. She had a blissful, dreamy smile on her face the entire time.

To her, it almost felt like she was getting a warm, loving massage.

Every single time his hand landed, a jolt of warmth spread through her body, turning the sting into pure happiness and affection.

This showed just how lonely she had been for so many years to the extent that even such intense pain coming from the person she loved so much turned into pure warmth and joy inside her.

It wasn’t even pleasure from pain; it was a thread of love, her way of receiving his attention and affection, no matter what form it came in.

So in her eyes, he was claiming her, and she was having the time of her life.

That is, until finally Luca stopped, breathing hard, his hand hovering as he stared at her glowing red ass in disbelief.

Leona immediately pouted. She turned around to look at him, her lower lip jutting out in exaggerated disappointment.

"What are you doing, Luca?" She shook her hips, making her bright red rear wiggle back and forth. "Why did you stop!? You said you were going to punish me! Is this what you call punishment?"

"If it is, I’m disappointed in you!"

She looked at him with disdain, and Luca stared back at her in disbelief. Sweat was beading on his own face now. He felt like he had just run a marathon.

"Leona." He said, his voice strained. "I don’t think I can continue."

Leona looked confused, tilting her head.

"Don’t tell me your arms hurt or something." She teased, a hint of mockery in her tone. "That would make me really look down on you as a Hero."

"After all, you managed to lift boulders and trees in a single day. You can’t even handle spanking a woman’s ass?"

He felt a flash of irritation, but he shook his head.

"It’s not my arms, Leona. It’s your butt."

She blinked. "My butt?"

"Just look at it. Take a proper look and tell me if you want more."

Confused, Leona craned her neck to look behind her. And gasped.

Her butt, normally a healthy, pale, smooth expanse of flesh was now bright red!

Not just pink, not just flushed, but a deep, vibrant crimson that almost seemed to glow in the dim light.

It looked like two blood moons had risen in the night sky, or two neon bulbs had been strapped to her rear.

And it was quivering. Actually quivering!

The flesh was shaking on its own, tiny tremors running through her cheeks from the sheer volume of impacts they had endured.

She stared, fascinated rather than horrified.

Luca gently caressed the reddened skin, almost as if he himself was scared it might bruise further.

"Leona, your skin is about to peel. If I hit you any harder, you’re going to lose a layer. I know I said I wanted to break you down, but even I have limits."

His voice was bewildered, almost lost. He had never seen anyone take this much punishment and still smile. Not even hardened soldiers, not even battle-hardened masochists.

And yet Leona was observing her own battered flesh with the calm curiosity of someone examining a mildly interesting rock.

"How, Leona?" He finally asked, desperation creeping into his voice. "How is this possible? I spanked you so hard—so many times and you didn’t show a single hint of pain. You enjoyed it. You ASKED for more! You begged me to spank you harder!"

He grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"How can you possibly be okay?!"

Leona’s cheeks flushed—not from pain, but from embarrassment. She looked away, fidgeting.

"I don’t know, Luca. I thought it would hurt too, at first. But every time you hit me, it just...felt nice. Like a wave of warmth spreading through my body. And I just wanted more."

She shrugged helplessly. "I couldn’t help asking for it. It felt too good to stop."

Luca stared at her, utterly baffled. Her complete lack of understanding only made him more frustrated.

He felt like a fool, like he had been played, like his grand plan to punish her had backfired spectacularly.

He needed to regain control. He needed to try something else.

"Get up, Leona." His voice was firm. "Get on my lap again."

Her face fell. "Does that mean no more spanking? You won’t smack my ass anymore?"

He forced a smile, though it came out more like a grimace.

"Don’t worry, Leona. I’ll definitely be spanking you more. Just...a different part of you."

Confusion flickered across her face, but she obediently stood.

Her bright red butt jiggled obscenely as she moved, the flesh still trembling from its ordeal. She settled back onto his lap, facing him this time, her legs on either side of his hips.

Luca wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her.

"Maybe your ass is just too thick." He said, pinching her cheek. "Too much flesh. It’s absorbing all the impact and you barely feel anything."

She blushed at his words but didn’t deny them.

"So I’ve decided to try somewhere else."

Without another word, he grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled it down!

Her breasts spilled out—full, heavy, perfect—and her pink nipples immediately tightened in the cool air. They brushed against his chest, and she shivered.

But she didn’t cover herself. She didn’t try to pull her dress back up. Instead, she pushed her chest forward, presenting herself to him like an offering.

’Look.’ Her body said. ’Appreciate it. Touch it. Take it.’

And Luca did.

He cupped both breasts in his hands, squeezing them together, feeling their weight, their warmth, their impossible softness.

"Mmm—! Luca!" Leona whimpered, her back arching.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, stretching them gently, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

"You really have beautiful breasts, Leona." He murmured, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

It hardened further at his touch, pebbling beneath his finger.

She blushed, but didn’t look away.

"I always wondered where Lulu and Luna got their figures." He continued, his voice low, almost musing. "And now I think I know. For example..."

He slid his other hand down her back, over the curve of her hip, until his fingers found the crease between her buttocks. He caressed the sensitive skin there, and she shivered.

"Lulu’s ass? That’s from you." He squeezed her rear, the flesh hot beneath his palm. "That perfect, round, spankable ass—all you."

Leona squirmed, her breath quickening.

"And Luna’s chest?" He returned his attention to her breasts, kneading them gently, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Those full, heavy, glorious breasts? Also from you."

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

"You spread your genes perfectly between them. One got your jiggly ass. One got your bountiful breasts. But you, Leona—you got both. You’re the original. The masterpiece."

Leona squirmed, but not from pleasure—from embarrassment.

"L-Luca, please." She said, her voice strained. "Don’t talk about my daughters right now. Not when I’m—"

She gestured vaguely at her exposed body, her flushed face.

"Not when we’re like this. It’s too strange."

She was thinking about how they were probably sleeping peacefully at the moment while their mother was playing around with a man who wasn’t even her husband.

It felt quite shameful, so she wanted to change the topic. She looked at him with seductive, half-lidded eyes instead and suggested,

"You said you wanted to do something to me. So, what are you waiting for?"

"Go ahead and do it already...spank whatever you want to spank. I’m ready."

This made Luca freeze up on the spot.

He had thought letting her have a little break would calm her down, but hearing her eagerness only made him more determined. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

"You asked for it." He growled.

His hand shot out and smacked her left breast.

Slap!

The flesh jiggled wildly, bouncing and swaying, and he watched with satisfaction as it settled.

Then he waited for her reaction.

He expected a cry. A moan. Something.

Instead, Leona giggled.

"Ahaha! That tickles!"

Luca froze. "What?"

"It tickles, Luca! That’s so funny!" She was laughing now, her whole body shaking, her breasts wobbling with the motion. "Do it again! That’s the strangest sensation!"

She slapped her breasts once again. And—

"That really does tickle!" She repeated, giggling. "It tickles so much!"

He stared at her in utter despair. "Wait. It TICKLES? It doesn’t hurt? Or sting? Or—"

She shook her head, still giggling. "Not at all. It’s just...ticklish. Like little feathers dancing on my skin."

He refused to believe it. He smacked her other breast.

SLAP!

It jiggled, swayed, and she giggled again.

"Ticklish." She confirmed, her smile wide and genuine.

He smacked her left breast again, harder.

"And this?"

"Ticklish."

Her right breast. "This?"

"Also ticklish."

Both breasts at once.

SLAP! SLAP!

"THIS?!"

She burst out laughing. "Yes, Luca! Both of them! Very ticklish!"

He was losing his mind. He started smacking her breasts in rapid succession—left, right, left, right—each impact making her flesh bounce and jiggle, each one accompanied by her musical giggles.

"You’re supposed to be in pain!" He growled, smacking harder. "This is a punishment! You should be writhing! Begging me to stop!"

"Sorry, Luca!" She gasped between laughs. "I can’t help it! It just—it just tickles!"

"I’ll show you ticklish!" He smacked her left breast, then pinched the nipple. "What about that?!"

She moaned, but not in pain. "That’s...also nice..."

"Nice?!" He smacked her right breast. "NICE?!"

"Very nice! Warm and fuzzy and—oh!" He smacked her again, and she dissolved into giggles once more.

Luca’s frustration had reached its peak. Nothing he did seemed to affect her the way he wanted.

Pain became warmth.

Punishment became pleasure.

Spanking became tickling. And through it all, she smiled—that infuriating, beautiful, blissful smile.