Chapter 113. Beginning of the crossbreeding ritual

"Fifty women? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?" I exclaimed.Elaris chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth. "Those are the conditions, kiddo. The last human we captured literally died after getting fucked nonstop by just twenty of my women taking turns riding him. We buried his useless corpse right there. Turns out he was an infertile bastard—none of the girls got pregnant. I hope you won’t disappoint like he did."

She said it so casually. Like it was normal. Like killing a man through sheer sex wasn’t a big deal. No wonder this place was infamous for being dangerously insane.

But I couldn’t let them see I was kind of terrified. Elves—damn, they’re scary. Not the adorable, graceful little beings stories make them out to be. No, these women are warriors— the Samson type that are strong enough to kill a lion with their bare hands. I came here with just over a thousand pleasure points; trying to fight them would be suicidal. They shattered my barrier earlier like it was made of paper. There’s no telling what they’d do if I tried taking on their whole kingdom.

Putting on a confident smirk, I glanced at Elaris, the Matriarch. "I’m not as weak as I look," I said, voice deep.

She smiled with amusement. "Just so you know, breeding an elf is much harder than breeding a human. You’ll need to cum into us at least five times just to fertilize our eggs. That’s why the last guy died. Twenty of my girls wanted five rounds each."

That’s... biologically, logically, and clinically impossible.

Humans can’t ejaculate that many times in a day. I mean, ejaculating into twenty women in one day is already an Olympic-level sprint, but if each of them needs five rounds? That’s not sex—that’s execution.

On a good day, the average male can manage maybe five ejaculations. I say that as a former doctor. Repeated ejaculation doesn’t just drain stamina—it crashes hormone levels like dopamine and testosterone, overloads the nervous system, wrecks the prostate. Erections weaken. Pain sets in. The body resists... then shuts down.

Cardiac arrest. Organ failure. Retrograde ejaculation where the semen flows backward into the bladder. All of it possible.

In plain words: this is torture dressed up as pleasure.



But—

I’m not weak enough to die from something like this. With my system’s help, I will get through this. I have to. I’ve come too far to give up now. If things really get out of control, I’ll retreat into my realm and maybe—just maybe—resort to using force to get the key with the help of Rin and Tama.

Though I’d rather not. Assaulting the goddess’s guardian might ruin my chances of getting the other keys if word spreads.

Elaris stood up from her chair and walked away, leaving me there—completely naked.


Moments later, the elves who had gone to gather herbs returned. They crushed roots I didn’t recognize, mixing them with water before forcing the concoction down my throat. It tasted bitter and ancient—like something older than time itself.

Midway through the forced drink, the women who had been bathing began emerging one by one. Naked. Each came out holding their bathing clay pots, their skin glistening from the water and their hair cascaded down their bodies in a hot manner.

My cock twitched to life as if it were seeing women for the first time. The elf girl mixing the herbs gasped, dropping her bowl as her eyes widened at the sight of my arousal.

The others approached slowly, swaying their hips with deliberate seduction, their eyes locked on me like I was prey. Their bodies were works of art—flawless curves, smooth skin, and breasts so perfect they looked sculpted by gods.

Some had firm, round mounds; others had perky, outward-tilted nipples. A few had bell-shaped breasts, while others—like my sister Sharon—had tiny, pert nubs that made my mouth water just looking at them.

I was overwhelmed. But this was only the beginning.



One by one, the elves disappeared into their huts, preparing for the next stage.

Meanwhile, the ones still with me forced down more of the sour brew. It slithered into my veins like fire, igniting every nerve. My cock throbbed painfully now—bulging, twitching, and pulsing with such urgency it felt like it could explode.

And the lack of men in this kingdom meant there were no children either. Perhaps the elven man had perished long ago. Maybe that’s why they now sought crossbreeding with outsiders—creatures like me.

As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the treetops, I remained bound to the chair—naked, and hard.

They made a massive bonfire in front of me, and the smell of roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic beat of drums and the laughter of the dancing elves.

The Matriarch sat opposite me, lounging in her carved seat with a goblet of dark liquor. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched everything happening around her.

A few moments later, dinner was ready.

Since my hands and legs were tied on the chair, l thought maybe one of them would feed me. But instead of feeding me directly, they formed a line—each elf holding a bowl of meat. The first woman stepped forward, took a bite from her portion, then leaned down to share it from her mouth to mine.

I was starvin, so I took a bite and chewed, then swallowed. It was really delicious. She smiled and kissed me softly before stepping away.

Then came the next.

One by one, they fed me like that—mouth to mouth— then give me a kiss after, each kiss longer, and more lingering than the other as if they were sealing a pact with their lips.



In minutes, my hunger for food faded, but my lust only grew.

It was the sexiest meal I’d ever had.

Elaris simply watched, her gaze unreadable, sipping her drink as though we were performing for her pleasure.

After the last elf fed me, the warrior—the same woman who’d first captured me—stood. She glanced at Elaris, then bowed.

"Our great Matriarch... the ritual is ready. We’re about to begin the crossbreeding session."

Elaris smiled, licking her lips. "Finally. I’ve been waiting all day for this."

The warrior returned her gaze to me, her expression fierce and hungry. "I’ll go first," she said, licking her lips. "Give me every drop of your seed, human."

I smirked confidently. "Then come take it."

She dropped the cloth wrapped around her waist, revealing a powerful, muscular body that somehow still held all the grace of an elf. My cock twitched violently.

She stepped forward, wrapped her calloused hand around my shaft, and stroked it slowly. Her touch was rough but kinda sexy too.

Then, without hesitation, she spread her legs and ....

TBC