Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 185: The Sacred Mark

When Luca finally pulled free, the evidence of what they’d done spilled out immediately.

A flood of pearly fluid cascaded from her swollen pussy, dripping onto the sheets below, too much for her small body to contain.

Luca watched, mesmerized, as her asshole twitched and clenched around nothing, as more of his release continued to leak from her.

His cock stirred again at the sight—God, he wanted to bury himself back in that heat, to claim her all over again—

But first, he had to check on her.

"Are you all right?" He moved to lie beside her, one hand gently stroking her sweat-damp hair. "I’m sorry if I got too rough. I should have—"

Luna turned weakly, flopping onto her back with a blissed-out, exhausted smile.

"No, Luca. It’s—it’s all right." Her voice was dreamy, distant, satisfied. "I loved it. I’ve never felt so much happiness in my entire life."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But then her face shifted. A flicker of confusion.

"It does feel...weird, though. In my belly."

She pressed a hand to her lower stomach, just above where her pubic hair should have been.

"It feels warm. Not just warm—burning. Like something hot is inside me."

Luca waved it off.

"That’s just my seed, Luna. Hot and steamy, straight from the source. Probably feels like someone poured warm oil inside you."

He gestured at the mess still leaking from her.

"Don’t worry, it’s all coming back out."

But Luna’s expression didn’t clear. If anything, it grew more troubled.

"No, Luca. It’s really burning now. Like something is being engraved on my belly—"

He was about to ask what she meant, to soothe her concerns, when she suddenly shrieked—a sharp, panicked sound that made his heart lurch.

"W-What is that?"

"What’s is what?"

"Look!"

She twisted, spreading her legs and pointing urgently at her lower belly.

"Right above my pussy—there’s a tattoo—when did that happen?!"

Luca’s first instinct was disbelief. He had many abilities, but marking his partner’s skin with permanent ink simply by filling them with cum wasn’t among them.

But when his gaze followed her pointing finger, the words died in his throat.

There, in the space directly above her pubic mound—a place that should have been covered with soft golden hair but was strangely bare—a design was forming.

It glowed faintly with pink light, radiant and ethereal, the lines etching themselves into her skin with visible precision.

The pattern was elegant, seductive, full of sweeping curves and intricate details that seemed almost to pulse with life.

And Luca recognized it.

It was a uterus.

Stylized, certainly—made more beautiful and alluring than any anatomical diagram had the right to be.

But unmistakably the shape of a womb, rendered in delicate pink lines that seemed embedded in her flesh rather than merely drawn upon it.

He reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing the fresh ink. It was warm, smooth, and utterly part of her.

"Luca?" Luna’s voice trembled. "What’s happening? Is something wrong with me? Did I do something wrong?"

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer.

Because his mind was racing, connecting dots that filled him with cold, murderous fury.

After all, the mark appeared after he’d filled her.

It was shaped like a uterus.

It was right above her womb as well.

And the only possible reason for a mark like this to appear—the only logical reason was that she was now carrying his child.

But that was impossible. He’d been careful.

He’d made sure his seed was sterile. He always did in these situations.

He shot blanks, not bullets. He wasn’t that careless, that irresponsible.

No matter how much he’d poured into her, there was no way she could be pregnant.

But what if something had interfered?

What if the Goddess had decided to take matters into her own hands again?

First the emotional loosening, letting him feel things he’d kept locked away.

That was annoying, but ultimately harmless. He could live with that.

But this? This was different.

This was forcing him to do something he’d specifically tried to avoid.

This was making him impregnate a woman who wasn’t ready, who might not want that responsibility—and he certainly didn’t want it.

His face went dark. His eyes became abyssal pits, swallowing all light, all warmth.

Rage—cold, silent, murderous rage filled every corner of his being.

Luna saw it. Felt it. And for the first time since she’d met him, she was afraid.

Not of him hurting her—she knew, somehow, that he would never do that—but of whatever was happening inside him, whatever darkness had been awakened.

"Luca?" Her whisper was barely audible.

But he didn’t respond. He was staring at the tattoo, at the symbol of everything that had just been taken from him—his choice, his control, his future.

Memories clawed at the edges of his mind, memories he’d buried deep, memories of a past that had taught him exactly why becoming a father was the last thing he ever wanted.

And if he really was being forced into this—

If someone thought they could control him—

Then he didn’t care if the opponent was a God or not.

He was going to confront them and demand an explanation even if thinks end up really messy.

After all, it’s not like the Gods up above can just kill him—he has someone who demands he live at all cost and won’t alive him to perish so easily.

But before he could move, before he could act on the rage burning in his chest, a gust of wind swept through the room.

It came from nowhere, touched everything, and carried with it a single piece of paper—the message from the Goddess that Luca had left in the other room.

It floated through the air as if guided by invisible hands and then settled perfectly on Luna’s stomach, covering the glowing pink tattoo exactly.

Luca snatched it up, his eyes scanning the page—

And froze.

The words had changed. The original message was gone, replaced by a new one.

A new message from the Goddess.

———

’Once again, to my beloved Hero,’

’Please don’t misunderstand. Please, I’m begging you—don’t take what happened the wrong way.’

The handwriting was slightly frantic, rushed—as if the Goddess had scribbled this in a panic, desperate to explain before his rage could fully ignite.

’This is really, truly, absolutely not what you think it is.’

’The little elf beneath you right now is not pregnant. She does not carry your child inside her.’

Luca blinked. His eyes darted to Luna’s belly, then back to the letter.

’The mark you see is called the Sacred Mark. It serves many purposes—it shows that the woman who bears it belongs to you, that she is yours.’

’It also marks the beginning of a new era for the demi-humans of this continent, a sign that their future will flourish under your protection.’

The writing shifted slightly, becoming almost sheepish.

’It also...traditionally indicates that the woman has been impregnated by you. That she carries your seed. That she will bear your child, along with some other attributes.’

Luca’s jaw tightened. His fingers crumpled the edge of the paper.

’BUT—’

The word was larger, darker, underlined twice.

’—that is not the case here. The Sacred Mark’s space is filled up when a woman is truly pregnant. Right now, as you can see, Luna’s mark is still hollow and the sigil hasn’t been filled in.’

’That means the condition has not been fulfilled. She does not carry your child.’

Luca looked down. The mark on Luna’s belly was indeed not fully filled in—as only the outer engravings were there and the inner area was still hollow.

Seeing this, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The weight that had crushed his chest moments ago lifted slightly.

’The reason she received this mark without being pregnant is simple: it appears naturally on any woman you share intimacy with.’

’It comes with your title as Hero, as the destined father of this continent. Think of it as...a receipt. Proof of purchase. Evidence that you’ve been there, done that, left your mark on her body and soul.’

He almost laughed. The Goddess had a twisted sense of humor.

’But it’s also a reminder. A sacred commandment, if you will, from me and all the other gods watching over you, guiding your steps.’

’Every time you see that mark—on any woman, anywhere on this continent—you’ll remember what you’re here to do. What we need you to do.’

’After all, the demi-humans are dying out, Luca. Their blood grows thin, their numbers dwindle, their future hangs by the slenderest of threads. You are the answer to that. You are the solution.’

The handwriting steadied here, grew more measured, more divine.

’But at the end of the day, the choice remains yours.’

’You can leave this mark hollow forever. Or one day, if you wish, you can fill it up—and give life inside her, along with every other demi-human on this continent who waits for you.’

’With all the hope the heavens can muster,’

’The Goddess of Space’