The warm orange morning sun hung low on the horizon, its soft heat spilling across the terrain within the circular walls of the elves and demon’s domain. Somewhere within it, the pink-painted hut stood glowing in silence, bathed in light that streamed through the glassless windows.
Bit by bit, the sun climbed higher, and its warmth touched Allen’s face.
"Mmm..." he hummed, stretching his arms and arching his back—but something felt off. There was a wet weight on him.
"Did you even sleep at all?" he grinned, looking down at Natasha with tired, moon-silver eyes.
She was perfectly sprawled across him—his cock still buried inside her, her body warm and unflinching as she stared into his face like she had just discovered a new species.
Allen held her gaze, finding mischief, curiosity, and hunger hiding in those unblinking eyes. He exhaled slowly, then gently shifted her to the side.
"What are you?" she whispered, eyes still fixed on him.
Allen stood, examining himself again. Then he looked back with a casual smirk.
"Just a guy with the best ability."
His eyes swept the room—from the half-open wooden door to the corners still vibrating with the slutty echo of last night. The air blushed with the memory of their moans.
"Where’s the bathroom?" he asked.
Natasha tilted her head, resting one hand beneath her chin as her face narrowed in uncertainty.
Allen froze. "Damn... damn... damn," he muttered, dragging his hands across his face and pacing like a madman.
"How do you clean up here?" he asked, now standing hands on hips, glaring at her.
"Oh, that..." she mumbled, stretching like she’d just decided to wake up.
"We go to the stream."
Allen paused. A stream? Shared by the whole community? He didn’t love the idea... but he didn’t hate the idea of seeing more ass either.
"Lead the way then," he said with a smirk.
They stepped outside, the cold wind of the morning embracing them, and Allen’s eyes stayed fixed on her still-bouncing ass. After all last night’s action, it still moved like a coded signal that knew how to call his name only.
"Wow," Natasha said suddenly, standing at the far front of the collapsed walls.
The semi circular walls had fallen on the straight part and now revealed a complete circle.
"The walls are gone," Allen observed as he stepped beside her, looking at the massive break in the territory’s edge. Beyond the fallen stone was a wide-open landscape of other huts and activity—similar, yet unfamiliar.
"Let’s go!" Natasha said, grabbing his arm and dragging him forward.
"What about cleaning up!?" Allen protested, jogging to keep up.
"Demons love it when you smell like sin," she teased, leading him toward the opening.
The streets were lined with elves—some lounging, others very much in the middle of things. Allen saw dicks in asses, mouths, and hands. Moans filled the air like birdsong at dawn. The air itself vibrated with slutty tension.
"Over there," Natasha said, pointing to a hut.
Inside were several paired elves in various moaning positions.
"Mmh~ ohhh... don’t stop..."
"That’s Elder sera’s moaning class," she said.
Allen’s body reacted instantly. His cock twitched, responding to the hypnotic voices like they were divine hymns.
"Moaning classes?" he echoed in disbelief.
"Elder Sera!" Natasha called out to a curvy woman leading the group. Sera had long, pointed ears, eyes that shimmered with sin, and a body far too stacked for her frame. Red hair flowed down her back, resting perfectly against a plump, divine ass.
"Natasha," Sera called back, smiling. Then she turned to her students. "Keep going. Don’t stop."
"Nnngh... yes, tutor... more...!"
"Greetings, Elder Sera," Natasha said as she and Allen stepped into the scene. His eyes darted from student to tutor to moaning Elves.
"And who’s this rear-handsome thing?" Sera purred, licking her lips.
"He’s Allen. A human."
"Ahhn... mmuuuu... bring that dick over here!" one of the female students screamed mid-thrust, pointing at Allen’s cock as she bounced on another partner.
"That’s Ella," Natasha whispered. "The elder’s best student."
Sera walked up to Allen, her fingers tracing his chest slowly—down, down—until she gripped his cock.
"What are humans?" she asked, her touch too calculated, too hot.
Allen nearly collapsed. Her hand felt like pure fire on his nerves.
"Their dicks grow. Their cum is thick and white," Natasha whispered into Sera’s ear.
"Ooh, that’s nice. Make me moan, young man," she said, turning and presenting her ass—massive, inviting, throbbing.
Allen froze. Her pussy was already wide open, held apart by no visible force, glistening and ready. It was more than ready—it was terrifying.
"What the fuck," Allen gasped—and ran.
"He’s not interested in me?" Sera blinked, checking her pussy like it had germs on it.
"He’s just shy," Natasha laughed, waving her off and jogging after him.
"You just turned down an elder’s pussy," she teased once she caught up. Allen was bent over, catching his breath, drenched in sweat.
"Why... why is she open without a cock in her?" he whispered, trembling.
"Ohh," Natasha chuckled, recalling something fond.
"Elder elves are made in two ways," she explained. "One, when their abilities hit SSS-Rank. And two—only for females—when the King blesses them with his divine cock."
Allen said nothing, but his mind clicked: Sera’s stretched pussy. The King’s huge cock. It all made horrible, powerful sense.
Natasha wrapped her arms around him like a hug, eyes warm.
"I know you can grow as big as the King," she said sincerely.
"Spare me the praises," Allen said, eyes locked on the horizon. "I’m just getting started."
They walked ahead like lovers, laughing and sharing dirty thoughts. The path ahead led straight into the Demon Clan’s territory, and every corner carried shout and classes, some sparing tests, some ability control instruction and even duels. Those are for men but for the women it was an entirely different type of class. Sinful classes.
"Over there," Natasha said, pointing at a sculpted elf male surrounded by girls—one brushing his black hair, another massaging his shoulders, one working his abs, and another deepthroating his terrifingly wide, four-inch-thick cock.
"That’s Ravien," she said. "Our youngest elder. Gained SSS-rank at nineteen."
Allen locked eyes with him. Ravien looked calm, composed—even while being pleasured by four elves. His aura was sharp. Chaotic. Dangerous.
"Finally," Allen whispered. "A mark to step on from behind."
Blood surged in his veins. His golden aura sparked. "Ravien... hmm." He smirked.
They walked deeper, but Allen grew quiet. The air had shifted. Something was off.
"Everything alright?" Natasha asked.
"I don’t know. Something feels—" Allen stopped mid-sentence.
A creature dropped from above.
Four arms. One eye. Sharp teeth. A grotesque tongue dripping saliva.
It was falling—fast. And beneath it stood four unsuspecting elves.
"Get out of there!" Allen screamed. No one moved. No weapon. No backup. Just instinct.
He grabbed a broken stone tile from the ground, muscles coiling, breath steady. He threw it with everything he had—charged with golden aura and desperation.
It missed the head—misdirected by the wind—but pierced the monster’s knee. The limb crumpled and the beast crashed into the ground, sending dust flying.
Allen ran forward, standing between the girls and the threat.
As the dust cleared, the beast twitched once... and died. Purple blood poured from its wound.
"You... you killed an S-Rank monster with a stone!" Natasha yelled, eyes wide.
A young man approached, slim with brown hair. He examined the creature’s leg.
"How did you know its core was in its knee?"
Allen said nothing. He couldn’t. His heart raced. His brain screamed.
Questions circled from the girls behind, until one soft, noble voice cut through them all.
"He saved our lives."
Allen turned. Natasha gasped—and immediately bowed.
"Princess Elara..." she murmured.
"Please stand," the princess smiled. Her eyes studied Allen with interest.
"Is he your partner?" she asked, never taking her eyes off him.
Allen stared back at her. She was radiant — red hair, cat-like eyes, golden skin, and curves that weren’t exaggerated but perfected, like they were designed to be divine. She didn’t glow like a girl in love — she glowed like royalty shaped by power and intention.
Her eyes scanned him, not lustful but searching, as if she were calculating value.
"You’re Allen," she said again, quieter but more certain.
He nodded. "Yes, my princess."
Her smile curved, not coyly, not politely — but like she already knew what would happen next.
"Just call me Elara."
She reached out her hand, and Allen took it. Her touch was warm, soft but firm — then she pulled him into a close press, her body flush with his, breath curling over his collarbone.
"What are you?" she whispered.
Allen couldn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to — but because she numbed the words out of his chest.
"He’s a human," Natasha answered, half-playful. "Good vibes, white cum, and his dick evolves."
Allen wanted to scream — ’Are you selling me like a magic dildo?’ — but his voice stayed buried in his throat.
Elara’s eyes widened, lips parting just a little.
"White, not yellow? That’s... holy."
Her fingers slid down to his arm.
Before he could react, she turned toward her maids,
"Let’s take him to Father first.. his a different kind of breed. He needs to know"
Allen followed, too stunned to resist, mind flashing with absurd thoughts:
Come to think of it, royal ass is actually a three step forward!
He glanced toward Natasha, who walked beside him, smiling like a matchmaker proud of her catch.
Palace elves wouldn’t just offer pleasure — they offer evolution.
He clenched his fist slightly as his golden aura flared beneath his skin.
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"I’ll take this as my first step to destiny."