Chapter 188: The Search For The Lucky Elf

Hearing this query, Duna let out a long, weary sigh.

“Well, you see, Luna, it all started this morning. Lulu was given that wonderful scope by the Hero yesterday, and she’s been absolutely giddy with it ever since.”

“Chirping about every little bird she sees, giggling like a madwoman every time she spots something with feathers.”

Duna shook her head fondly.

“It was actually quite adorable at first. She was sitting over there on that old log, just watching the birds and having the time of her life. Happy as a clam.”

“But then…”

Duna’s expression grew complicated.

“Then she pointed her scope up at that nest. And the moment she saw what was inside, she started screaming. And I mean screaming, Luna.”

“Not normal screaming. The kind of screaming that makes you think someone’s being murdered.”

Luna’s stomach dropped. She had a terrible feeling she knew where this was going and she couldn’t help but ask,

“Screaming what?”

“She started shouting ’MY PENIS! MY PENIS! MY FAVORITE PENIS!’ over and over again.”

Duna had a absurd look on her face.

“Like it was her own personal organ that had been stolen from her. The look of horror on her face was…something else.”

Another elf chimed in.

“And then she just started climbing! Right up the tree, no hesitation, no concern for her own safety. Just pure determination to reach…whatever that thing is.”

A third elf nodded vigorously.

“And once she got up there and actually got close enough to touch it, she went absolutely ballistic. Started BEGGING the bird to give it back. Saying things like…”

“I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT!”

“I’VE TASTED THE FORBIDDEN POISON AND NOW I CAN’T RESIST!”

“PLEASE, LITTLE BIRD, JUST GIVE ME BACK THE MAGIC MEAT STICK!”

Duna shrugged helplessly.

“She tried to grab it, but the bird went absolutely berserk. Started pecking at her hands, her face, anywhere it could reach. She had to let go, and now she’s been up there ever since, just…begging. Pleading. Making promises to that bird that I’m pretty sure she can’t keep.”

Luna listened to all of this with a strange mixture of horror, embarrassment, and a weird, creeping understanding.

Because she knew why Lulu was reacting like that.

If Luna hadn’t personally confirmed this morning that Luca’s actual, original penis was safe and sound and very much functional—she would be acting exactly the same way.

Probably worse, actually.

After all, after last night’s experience—after feeling that incredible cock pulse inside her, stretch her, fill her in ways she hadn’t known were possible—the thought of losing it forever was genuinely heartbreaking.

So she understood Lulu’s desperation.

But Lulu didn’t know that.

Lulu was up a tree, literally crying, begging a bird to return what she clearly believed was the greatest treasure she had ever encountered.

Luna wanted to feel sympathy for her sister. She really did.

Instead, she just felt deeply, profoundly embarrassed.

But before she could figure out how to get Lulu down without making things worse, a commotion erupted elsewhere in the crowd.

Ivy, Selma, and Alia—three of the most relentlessly curious young elves in the village—had cornered a smaller, terrified-looking girl against a tree.

They loomed over her like seasoned interrogators, their eyes sharp and demanding.

“Where were you last night?!” Alia demanded, jabbing a finger at the girl’s chest.

Selma crossed her arms, nodding ominously.

“Don’t even think about lying to us. We’re master detectives. We’ll KNOW if you’re lying.”

Ivy punched the air enthusiastically.

“And if you lie, we’ll hang you upside down from that tree and tickle you until you tell the truth!”

The poor girl looked ready to faint.

“I-I was at home! With my mother! We were making bread! I swear!”

Selma narrowed her eyes. “Bread, huh? At midnight?”

“Yes! My mother gets insomnia! She bakes when she can’t sleep!”

The three interrogators exchanged glances, then nodded simultaneously.

“Alright. You check out. Next!”

They immediately swarmed toward another elf, surrounding her with the same intense energy.

Luna watched this display with growing bewilderment.

“What…” She asked slowly. “…are they DOING?”

Duna followed her gaze and chuckled.

“Ah, that. They’re investigating.”

“Investigating what? Did someone steal from someone’s garden again?”

Luna frowned.

“Was it those rare moonflowers? I told everyone to keep an eye on those, they’re very delicate and—”

Duna shook her head, still chuckling.

“Oh no, nothing like that, dear.”

She leaned in close, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and said,

“They’re trying to find out who…spent the night in the Hero’s bed last night.”

Luna’s heart stopped.

Her blood turned to ice.

Her face went pale as snow.

Then flushed crimson as a summer sunset.

Then paled again as she asked in a fluster

“W-What?! How—how do you know someone was in his bed?! How could you possibly know that?!”

She hadn’t told anyone. She had been so careful!

She had snuck out before dawn! Well, tried to sneak out—Luca had woken up and pulled her back for one more round, but still! No one saw her!

Duna looked at her strangely, head tilting.

“What do you mean, how do we know? How heavy did you sleep last night, Luna?” She waved a hand dismissively. “Did you not hear the noises?”

Luna blinked. “Noises?”

“Yes!” Another elf pushed forward, looking absolutely exhausted. “The moans! The whimpers! The screams that echoed through the entire forest last night! Did you seriously not hear them?!”

Luna gulped, realising what they were talking about.

“I couldn’t sleep a wink, you know!”

The exhausted elf continued, rubbing her eyes.

“Whoever that girl was, she was shouting like she was being slaughtered! Like a pig getting butchered! It was constant!”

A third elf nodded furiously.

“My daughter kept waking up and asking ’Mama, what’s that noise? Who’s making that sound?’ and I had to tell her it was just an animal howling!”

“I had to make up lies because someone couldn’t control her volume!”

Luna’s face was now the color of a ripe tomato.

“I had to stuff my ears with cotton and herbs just to get any sleep!”

Another elf chimed in with visible irritation.

“It was like a distress bell going off right in the middle of the village! Only instead of—Ding! Ding! Ding!—it was—Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!—all night long!”

The crowd nodded in collective agreement, everyone sharing stories of their sleepless night.

Luna, meanwhile, was dying inside.

She hadn’t realized. She hadn’t even thought about it.

Luca’s treehouse was the tallest in the village, with windows open to the cool night air.

And she had been so lost in pleasure, so completely consumed by what he was doing to her, that she hadn’t cared about anything else.

Every moan. Every scream. Every whimper of “OH GOD LUCA RIGHT THERE PLEASE DON’T STOP!”

All of it. Heard by the entire village.

She wanted to dig a hole, climb inside, and never come out.

Just then, the elf who had fantasized about what it would be like if it were real—spoke up again. Her face was flushed, her eyes slightly glazed.

“You know….” She said dreamily. “…whoever that girl was last night, she must have had one hell of a night.”

Every elf within earshot turned to look at her.

She blushed harder at the attention, but pressed on.

“Oh, come on! Don’t look at me like that! You were all thinking it!”

She pointed at the crowd accusingly.

“Those weren’t screams of pain. Those were screams of pleasure! Pure, absolute, heavenly pleasure! That girl was in paradise last night.”

No one could deny it.

“She’s right, you know.” Another elf nodded slowly. “I myself never heard anyone make sounds like that before. I didn’t even know you could feel that much pleasure from…you know…the act.”

A third elf looked thoughtful.

“When I’m with my husband, I just lie there and think about what I’m going to cook for dinner. I certainly don’t scream like that.”

She paused.

“Actually, I don’t make any noise at all. Neither does he. It’s very quiet. And quick. And disappointing.”

Several elves murmured in agreement, sharing stories of their own underwhelming marital experiences.

“But that girl…” The first elf continued, her voice taking on a wistful quality. “…she experienced something amazing. And the Hero must be incredibly skilled!”

She bit her lip.

“I mean, just imagine if he did the same thing he did to the girl to us…”

The elves collectively shivered.

And Luna, despite her mortification, found herself nodding internally.

Because they were right. Luca was incredibly skilled.

His cock was magnificent, yes, but it was everything else too—his fingers, his tongue, the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed before she knew herself.

He had taken her apart piece by piece and rebuilt her as something new.

But then she caught herself nodding and immediately stopped, face burning.

Duna, who had been watching the conversation with amusement, brought the focus back.

“This is exactly why Ivy, Selma, and Alia are doing their investigation.”

She gestured at the trio, who were now interrogating their fifth victim.

“Everyone wants to know who the lucky girl is. Not just to satisfy curiosity, but to…”

She paused, choosing her words carefully.

“To ask for…details. Tips. Advice.”

The other elves nodded eagerly.

“I want to know exactly what he did.” One whispered.

“I want to know how long he lasted.” Another added.

“I want to know if that thing in the nest was involved.” A third said dreamily.

The lustful curiosity in their eyes was almost palpable.

And underneath it, a distinct note of jealousy.

Someone had experienced something they all desperately wanted to experience, and they needed to know who, and how, and most importantly—how they could get the same.

Meanwhile, Luna’s heart pounded.

They were talking about her.

They were all looking for her.

And if they found out, she would never live it down.

They would tease her mercilessly.

They would ask a billion questions about every single detail.

They would want to know positions and techniques and exactly how many times she had screamed Luca’s name.

She would die of embarrassment. Literally die. They would have to bury her right here in the forest.

That’s why she knew had to get out of here.

She had to find Luca and figure out how the hell his penis ended up in a bird’s nest when she had definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent confirmed it was still attached to him this morning.

But as she turned to slip away, Ivy’s voice rang out behind her.

“HEY! LUNA! Where are you going?! We haven’t questioned you yet!”

Luna froze.

Oh no.

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