The room went silent. Until—

"What?!" Lulu finally shouted. "What are you talking about, Mother? The Spirit of the Forest? Y-You’re joking, right?"

Leona shook her head. "No, no, really."

She seemed almost offended that they doubted her as she said,

"The Spirit of the Forest...she really gave me children."

They stared at her in disbelief and realising that she needed to tell a few more facts before they thought of her as crazy, Leona explained.

"About six months after everything started going wrong—when Julius began his scheme and I was completely isolated—the Spirit of the Forest appeared to me."

She started with a wistful look in her eyes, while everyone carefully listened.

"She saw how alone I was, how sad and depressed I’d become. She came to me in a dream and told me that my future was going to be very lonely."

"That I needed something to drive me, something to make me wake up every day without completely giving in."

Her voice grew soft.

"So she let me have children. On my own. A blessing that allowed me to conceive without any interference. She placed two children inside me—children that are completely my own blood."

The room was dead silent.

Nyx was the first to speak. "So...you’re telling me the spirit of the forest actually exists?"

Leona nodded, as if it were obvious. "Of course she does. Why wouldn’t she?"

Luna blinked. "I mean...I just thought it was a myth. A rumor. Some old story everyone whispered about."

Leona shook her head, a beautiful smile spreading across her face.

"No, dear. She really does exist. I couldn’t see her face or form—I only heard her voice. But I know she’s real. After all, without her..."

She reached down and caressed her daughters’ heads lovingly.

"Neither of you would be here. She helped me give birth to two baby girls who are completely my own blood."

Luna and Lulu’s eyes filled with tears.

They understood now. Why they looked so much like their mother and not at all like their father.

They were essentially clones—pure Silverleaf, through and through.

Luca too stared at her, utterly baffled. He had been so certain that the Spirit of the Forest was just Leona herself, another one of her secret identities.

But now he realized she was a real existence.

And in a world like this where magic and elves existed, why wouldn’t a natural spirit guard the forest?

He made a mental note to thank her someday.

For protecting Leona. For giving her children. For everything.

Then a different thought struck him.

Leona was untouched. Unclaimed. Completely, utterly, purely his.

A surge of possessive joy flooded through him. He grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against his chest.

"Thank the gods, Leona!" He murmured into her hair. "Thank the gods! You really are just mine. Only mine. I’m so happy I was the only one!"

Nyx looked up, frowning. "What is this Hero? Didn’t you tell me you don’t really care about things like that? Why are you so happy now?"

Luca reached down and hugged Nyx too, pulling her against him.

"Of course I don’t mind. But at the same time...if you tell me you’ve never been with anyone else, why wouldn’t I be happy? I get to keep you all for myself. No sharing. No leftovers. Just...mine."

He turned back to Leona, cupping her face in his hands.

"I love you, Leona. I love you so much, you adorable little elf!"

He peppered her with kisses—her forehead, her nose, her lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Leona laughed, breathless, her heart overflowing.

And then Luca’s expression changed. His eyes darkened.

A slow, evil grin spread across his face.

"I’m so happy right now..." He said. "...that I’m going to start fucking you again."

Leona’s jerked up in fright.

"Wait, hold on, Luca—one second! My pussy is still stuffed with your semen!"

But he didn’t care. He slammed his cock back inside her, and Leona cried out—a sharp, surprised sound that quickly melted into a moan.

"Oh! Luca—Luca—it feels so good!" She was already trembling, her walls clenching around him. "Oh god, it’s heaven! This feels so good!"

He fucked her hard, fast, relentless.

The force of his thrusts pushed her off Nyx’s back, but he caught her, one hand on her neck, the other gripping her hip.

He didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

He finger-fucked her ass while he pounded into her pussy, his grip on her neck tightening just enough to make her gasp.

"You like that, don’t you?" His voice was rough, hungry. "You like that, you dirty elf? You like getting fucked?"

"Yes! Yes, I love it, Luca! I love it!" Her voice cracked with pleasure. "I can’t believe I’ve been a virgin for over a hundred years! It’s so sad that I’ve never felt anything like this! So fuck me—fuck me hard!"

He did. He kissed her, sucked her breasts, bit her neck, pounded into her until she was nothing but a moaning, trembling mess beneath him.

The trio below—Nyx, Luna, and Lulu had finally separated, the stack collapsing now that their purpose was fulfilled.

They lay in a tangled heap, watching the show with a mixture of envy and fascination.

"Look at them." Nyx murmured, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "They’re not even trying to be quiet."

Luna blushed. "Should we...give them space?"

Lulu shook her head, her eyes wide. "No way. I want to watch. I want to learn."

Nyx smirked. "Good girl."

They watched as Luca flipped Leona onto her back, driving into her from above.

They watched as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, plunging even deeper.

They watched as Leona’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Luca was close. He could feel it building—the pressure, the heat, the need to release. He was going to fill her again, pump her full of his seed, make sure she was absolutely, positively pregnant.

And then Lulu gasped.

"Look! Look, everyone! Look at the tattoo!"

Luca paused mid-thrust. "What?"

Lulu pointed frantically at her own crotch, where only half of the delicate uterine mark glowed faintly in the dim light.

"The tattoo hasn’t been filled up yet! See? It’s only half-coloured!"

Luna looked down at her own. "Mine too. It’s not complete."

Nyx checked hers. "Same here."

Leona turned to Luca, who was still panting beneath him. "What does that mean?"

Luca hesitated before finally saying,

"I...I don’t know. I thought the tattoo was supposed to glow fully when you were fully impregnated."

Silence fell over the room.

Then Leona’s face crumpled.

"Wait." She said, her voice small and trembling. "Wait, wait, wait. If the tattoo isn’t filled...does that mean...does that mean I’m not pregnant?!"

No one answered.

Her lower lip quivered.

"But I was so sure! I felt it! I felt the magic flowing into me! I felt my belly warming up! I was already planning the nursery! I already picked out names!"

"I was going to give my first daughter my mother’s name!!"

While Leona broke down at the thought of her dreams being crushed, Nyx herself wasn’t doing any better and was furious.

"I was going to raise a little genius assassin who’d inherit my genius and my ’tool’ collection! Now what?! She grit her teeth in indignation. "I’m going to be the barren aunt who only has half a tattoo?!"

"This is humiliating! Hero, you overpromised and under-delivered!"

Luna’s eyes instantly welled up with big, glittering tears.

"B-But I already named her! I was going to call her little Starlight and teach her every romantic ballad and how to make flower crowns...We were going to be the coolest mother-daughter duo in the village!"

"Now, all of it—poof! Half-colored! My future bonding moments...canceled in the most pathetic way possible!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no." Lulu started hyperventilating. "I already told my chickens they were going to be aunties. They’re going to be so disappointed."

"They’ll peck me for sure. They have high expectations! I was even going to name mine Peckington if it was a boy!"

Luca looked at the four women—one panicking about her chickens, one spiraling into a medical crisis, one looking like she was about to commit murder, and one staring at her half-colored tattoo with an expression of pure, existential dread.

But just as Luca opened his mouth to soothe the panicking tower of elves, something strange caught his eye.

A glistening puddle of mixed love juices had pooled beside the bed—remnants of all the times the Silverleaf women had squirted in ecstasy.

Yet now that slick puddle was moving on its own, shimmering and swirling like liquid starlight until elegant, glowing letters formed across the floorboards.

[Don’t worry, my dear Hero. All four of them are already carrying your children.]

[The sacred mark only fills completely after you fill them multiple times. Keep pouring your love into them until the tattoos shine bright. Only then will the blessing fully awaken.]

Luca stared, stunned before a slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he shook his head with a breathless chuckle.

"Of course...She always waits until everyone’s screaming in panic before dropping the answer. That Goddess really loves her dramatic timing."

Relief flooded through him so strongly his knees nearly buckled.

He had been more shaken than he realized—thinking for even a moment that he had failed them had twisted something deep in his chest.

But they were pregnant. Truly pregnant.

He turned to the panicking women.

Luna was crying, apologizing to her own belly.

"I’m sorry, little one. I’m sorry you’re not real yet. I promise I’ll try harder next time—"

Lulu was frantically pushing more of Luca’s spilled semen back into her vagina with her fingers.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, just go back inside. Swim little guys, swim!"

Nyx was rubbing her temples, looking like she was about to commit violence.

Leona was staring at her half-filled tattoo with an expression of profound grief.

Luca took a deep breath.

"Everyone, look at me."

Four heads snapped up. Four pairs of tearful, panicked eyes locked onto his.

"It was a false alarm. All of you are pregnant." He said, his voice firm and calm. "I’ve just received confirmation from the Goddess herself. You’re all carrying my children."

Lulu’s face went through several expressions—shock, disbelief, joy—before she exploded.

"REALLY?! I’M GOING TO HAVE A BABY?! MY BELLY IS REALLY GOING TO SWELL UP?!"

She clutched her stomach like it was already rounding.

"Don’t lie to us, Hero." Nyx narrowed her eyes. "This isn’t something to joke about."

Luna looked at him with desperate hope. "Is it true, Luca? Are you telling the truth?"

Luca nodded, smiling. "It’s true. The Goddess confirmed it. You’re all pregnant."

The room erupted in a mixture of cheers, tears, and laughter.

Lulu was spinning in circles, hugging her own belly.

"I’m pregnant! I really am pregnant!"

Luna collapsed against Nyx, sobbing with relief.

"Thank the spirits! I thought I really lost my baby!"

Nyx herself let out a long, shaky breath, her hand pressed against her stomach.

Leona just sat there, tears streaming down her face, one hand on her belly and the other reaching out for Luca.

"Thank you." She whispered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He took her hand and squeezed it.

"But wait." Luna said, wiping her eyes. "If we’re pregnant, why aren’t the tattoos filled? What’s the point of them?"

"The tattoo needs to be fully activated." Luca explained. "It’s not a one-time thing. Every time we...you know...it fills a little more. Until eventually, it’s complete."

"Activate?" Nyx perked up. "What does that mean? Does something happen when the entire tattoo brightens?"

Luca scratched his head. "Honestly? I don’t know."

"The Goddess mentioned it has some special effect that’s supposed to help us, but she never explained what. She’s like that. Dramatic. Loves a good mystery."

"So we don’t know what it does?" Lulu asked.

"Nope."

"Then why are we doing it?"

"Because it’s a gift from a goddess. It has to be useful for something, right?"

"Besides..."

He smirked, a utterly irresistible smirk..

"Do you really need a reason to keep going?"

"I suggest we continue right here. Right now. Round after round. Let’s make sure every single one of your pretty little pussies is completely stuffed with my seed until those tattoos are glowing."

The four women stared at him.

And then, as if a dam had broken, they lunged.

"I call first!" Lulu shrieked, scrambling over her sister.

"No, me!" Luna grabbed his arm.

"I’m the oldest, I should go first!" Leona tried to push forward.

"Ladies, please." Nyx said smoothly, wrapping herself around his back. "There’s enough of him to go around."

They were all tangled around him now, hands grabbing, mouths demanding, bodies pressing. Luca laughed and pulled them all closer.

The night stretched on, and Luca became a man possessed.

He moved through them like a force of nature—sometimes gentle, sometimes wild, always relentless.

They took turns, traded positions, begged and pleaded and demanded.

And he gave them everything.