Chapter 89: Three Inches On A Good Day

Luca sat back in the chair, watching Nyx with a calm, steady gaze.

He knew his principles were solid—he wouldn’t compromise them, not even for someone as stunning and tempting as her.

But he also knew that some women took rejection hard.

Pride, desire, vulnerability—all tangled up.

He didn’t want to hurt her feelings or make her think he wasn’t interested.

So, he opened his mouth, already forming the words—I didn’t mean to sound rude, or reject you personally, or anything like that.

But before a single syllable could escape, Nyx’s lips suddenly curved into a bright, genuine smile.

Not the sultry, teasing one from moments ago, but something warmer. Her eyes also sparkled with what looked like relief and admiration as she gazed up at him.

“Congratulations, Hero.” She said softly, voice laced with quiet pride. “You passed my test.”

Luca blinked, completely thrown. “…Test?”

Nyx’s smile widened, playful now, but still thoughtful. She tilted her head, resting her hands lightly on his knees.

“The truth is even though I trust you—along with everyone else in the village and I believe in your purpose, in who you say you are, in the fact that you’re a genuinely good person…I still wanted to see it for myself.”

“To test your true character.-

-To see how you’d react when your real spirit was laid bare.”

She gave a small, knowing chuckle.

“So I got down on my knees and made you that rather irresistible offer so that I could judge you and how you’d react.

Luca’s brow furrowed, but he stayed silent, letting her continue.

“In a situation like this.” She went on, voice steady. “Any other man would have given in instantly. Most would have cried tears of joy at the chance to experience something like that.”

“They’d have thrown every principle out the window the moment temptation knocked.”

Her gaze softened as it held his.

“But you? Even with all of that in front of you…you stayed true to yourself. You didn’t waver. You proved that the personality you show everyone—the kindness, the honor, the strength—it’s not an act.”

“You have real principles, and you stand by them. And that…” She paused, letting out a slow breath. “That made me believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that you truly are who you say you are.”

“That I don’t ever have to be afraid of you.”

Luca looked away for a moment, processing her words. Then a small, understanding smile tugged at his lips.

Of course Nyx would do something like this. Clever, cautious, fiercely protective of her people. It made perfect sense.

But then Nyx’s expression shifted again—more solemn.

She bowed her head deeper.

“But…I also want to apologize.”

“For what?” Luca frowned.

“For testing you in the first place. You’re doing us an enormous favor just by being here. You don’t owe us anything. And I had no right to doubt you—even for a second.”

She glanced up, vulnerability flickering.

“It’s just…Leona warned me earlier this morning. She said no matter how good you seem now, there’s always a chance you could change.”

“Not to mention, that this village is full of beautiful elves, after all…And you’re a man.”

A small, wry smile appeared.

“So, I was…concerned. But now?”

She moved closer, eyes shining.

“Now I know. When you rejected me, there wasn’t a single flicker of regret. You meant every word. And that tells me more than any acceptance ever could.”

“But…I still do apologise for what I’ve done.” She said looking genuinely apologetic about what she did. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me for playing around with your feelings like this.”

But Luca didn’t react like she thought he would instead let out a soft breath and waved a hand dismissively, his smile warm and reassuring.

“It’s alright. Really. If I were in your position—responsible for an entire village, with some powerful stranger from another world showing up out of nowhere—I’d have done the exact same thing.”

“Honestly, it was smart. Very smart.” He chuckled lightly. “It only makes me respect you more. The village is in very good hands with you looking out for it.”

Then his gaze dropped meaningfully to her still-kneeling form.

“But now that the test is over…I think you should get up. That’s not exactly the most dignified position to be having this conversation in.”

But to his surprise, Nyx didn’t move.

Instead, she shook her head slowly, and that sultry glint returned to her eyes—deeper now, unguarded, burning with genuine desire.

“No.” She murmured, voice low and smooth. “This is actually the ideal position I want to be in right now.”

Luca’s breath caught, while Nyx leaned in slightly, her fingers beginning to trace slow patterns along his thighs once more—gentle, teasing, but no longer performative.

“To tell you the truth.” She whispered, eyes locked on his. “If you had accepted my offer earlier…I wouldn’t have screamed or pulled away. I would have smiled, said I was only joking, stood up, and walked out.”

“And from then on, I’d have kept my guard up. Always watching. Always wondering.”

She slid her hands higher, caress turning bolder.

“But now…now that you’ve proven exactly who you are…I don’t feel any need to hold back. Not even a little.”

Her smile was slow, hungry, utterly sincere.

“Because from the bottom of my heart, Hero…I genuinely want to reward you. Not just for the village. Not out of duty or gratitude or fear.”

“But for me.”

“I want to show you my gratitude—real, selfish, burning gratitude. I want…”

Her voice dropped to a sultry murmur as her fingers traced dangerously close to where they’d been before.

“I want to taste the man who’s brought so much hope to my village. The man who just proved he’s worth trusting…worth wanting.”

She held his gaze, unblinking, heat and promise radiating from every word.

“So let me stay right here…and let me take care of you. Properly this time. No tests. No pretense. Just me…giving you everything I truly want to give.”

Luca was surprised by the sudden shift in mood but first looked into her eyes to see what she was feeling. And once he saw the genuine lust that was shimmering underneath, he let out a chuckle.

“Well…” Luca said, voice husky with amusement and surrender. “If you put it like that…there’s no way I can hold myself back anymore.”

He leaned back slightly, spreading his legs just a fraction wider in clear invitation.

“So,.go ahead, Nyx. Do whatever you want to do.”

Nyx didn’t hesitate. Not for a single heartbeat.

Her fingers moved with confident purpose, sliding up to the buckle of his belt. The metal clinked softly as she pulled it apart, then popped the button of his trousers with a swift flick.

She tugged the fabric down just enough, and immediately the massive bulge straining against his underwear came into view—thick, heavy, unmistakable.

Even through the cloth, its outline was intimidating.

Nyx paused for only a moment, her breath catching audibly as her eyes widened. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed her usually composed features.

But curiosity and raw, hungry want quickly over-took her.

She hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down in one motion.

Whoosh!

And the moment she did, his cock sprang free with a heavy thud against his stomach—humongous, towering, almost surreal in its size.

It rose so high and thick that it actually cast a shadow across Nyx’s upturned face, momentarily blocking her view of Luca entirely.

A visible shiver ran through her body, her lips parting in a soft, involuntary gasp.

When her eyes finally adjusted and took in the full sight, genuine disbelief washed over her.

It didn’t even look like a cock.

It was simply too big. Monstrous.

The length alone rivaled her forearm—easily as long, if not longer—and the thickness…gods, it was as thick as her wrist, maybe more.

The swollen head flared even wider, angry and glistening, like some primal beast awakening from slumber.

Thick veins snaked along the shaft in grotesque, mesmerizing patterns—dangerous, intimidating, yet enchantingly powerful.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

Heat flooded her body; a sudden rush of slick warmth soaked between her thighs, her pussy clenching instinctively at the mere sight of it.

She had never felt anything so potent, so overwhelmingly masculine, with just a look.

Almost in a trance, Nyx reached out with one trembling hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the base or tried to.

Her hand couldn’t even close halfway around it.

And the moment her skin made contact, the massive shaft twitched powerfully, sending a jolt through her arm and straight to her spine. She shivered again, harder this time.

Her hand moved almost on instinct.

Slowly, she began to stroke—up and down, fingers gliding over the hot, hard surface as though admiring a sacred artifact.

“Is…” Her voice came out breathy, awed. “Is this penis of yours also a blessing from the Goddess?”

She looked up at him, eyes wide with wonder.

“Just like she gave you the power to travel between worlds…did she grant you this divine weapon, too?”

Luca chuckled again, low and relaxed, though his breath hitched slightly at the feel of her gentle stroking.

“Why would you say something like that? It’s nothing special. Just the same old cock every man has.”

Nyx scoffed, a laugh bubbling out of her as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Calling something like this ordinary would be blasphemy. You should honestly be struck down from the heavens for saying that.”

Her hand sped up, stroking with more confidence now, marveling at how impossibly hard it was—no give at all, no matter how firmly she squeezed. Like heated steel wrapped in silk.

“Okay, fine. I know it’s quite big.”

Luca raised a brow, half-amused, half-curious.

“Really big, actually. Definitely much bigger than average even back in my world. The women I’ve been with were always shocked at first. But I didn’t expect this level of exaggeration, especially from you.”

“I thought someone as composed as you wouldn’t show surprise no matter what.”

Nyx switched to both hands now, stroking slowly up and down the full length—or as much of it as she could cover with her fingers barely spanning half its girth.

“I do like to keep my emotions in check.”

She admitted, voice low and sultry.

“I don’t reveal everything so easily. But right now…I have no choice.”

Her gaze flicked up to meet his, dark and hungry.

“I’m fascinated by it. When I compare this to what men have in this world…it’s simply extraordinary. Even the most isolated, emotionless woman would react after seeing something like this.”

She brushed her thumb gently over the sensitive tip, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there, while Luca tilted his head, genuinely curious now.

“Really? Then what exactly are the average sizes in this world? I’ve done a lot of research since coming here, but I haven’t exactly gone around measuring everyone’s dicks.”

He gave a small, sheepish laugh before asking,

“Does it vary from race to race? That would kind of make sense—different physiologies and all.”

But to his surprise, Nyx actually shook her head, still stroking steadily, her eyes fixed on the monstrous shaft in her hands.

“No, not really.” She said, a hint of wry amusement in her tone. “Whether human, elf, dwarf, beastkin—demi-human or full human—it’s surprisingly consistent.”

“Funny, isn’t it? Bodies so different in every other way, but when it comes to that…they’re all roughly the same.”

Luca’s curiosity deepened.

“So how big is the average, then? It’d be nice to know, for…comparative purposes.”

Nyx’s hands slowed to a stop on his shaft, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered his question.

Then, with a thoughtful hum, she lifted one hand away entirely. Using her thumb and her index finger, she formed a small gap—pinching the air as though measuring something delicate.

She then held the gesture up toward Luca, tilting her head with a satisfied little nod.

And Luca who saw the size she was implying was absolutely baffled.

The space between her two fingers was tiny—barely three inches, maybe a touch more.

It was a modest, almost underwhelming measurement, the kind that suggested something…comically small.

“No, no, no.” Luca said immediately, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m not asking about when it’s completely soft. I’m talking erect, Nyx. Hard. Like this…”

He glanced down at the towering, throbbing length still gripped loosely in her other hand for emphasis.

Nyx blinked, then let out a soft, amused laugh. She wiggled the measuring fingers again, pushing them a fraction closer together to emphasize the point.

“This…is the average when hard.” She said, wiggling her fingers for emphasis to Luca’s shock.

“From everything I’ve heard from the married women in the village, from travelers of other races, even from certain…illustrative books that made their way here from the human continent, this is about the size most males have.”

“It doesn’t vary much at all. Three inches, maybe a half more on a very good day.”

Hearing this piece of information—Luca’s jaw actually dropped.

He stared at the tiny space between her fingers, then down at the monstrous length still pulsing in her grip, then back to her fingers.

“You’re…You’re joking, right? This has to be some kind of prank you’re pulling on me right now.”

Nyx’s lips curved into a devilish smile. She resumed stroking him slowly, both hands gliding up and down the iron-hard shaft with renewed appreciation.

Her thumbs traced the thick, pulsing veins that ridged its surface, teasing them playfully as she spoke.

“I’m not joking at all.” She said with a light chuckle. “You can go ask every married woman in the village, they’ll tell you the truth.”

“Or, if you’re feeling bold, just pull down the trousers of any man here. Even Julius himself probably has the same size or most likely smaller with how he has to over-compensate with his ambitious nature all the time.”

She gave the head a gentle squeeze, watching it flex in response.

“There’s really no reason for me to lie about something like this.”

Realising that she was telling the truth, Luca leaned back, running a hand over his face in absolute dismay, processing the staggering implication.

Every man in this entire world—human, elf, demi-human was apparently working with that…pityful length

“Now you understand why I’m so surprised.”

She murmured, gaze dropping back to the colossal cock in her hands.

“Something several times larger than anything this world has ever seen…I wouldn’t be shocked to hear this is the single biggest penis in the entire continent or the whole world.”

She then shook her head slowly, lips curving in wonder.

“No, never mind that. I don’t doubt it at all.”

Then, without another word, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the swollen, glistening tip.

Kiss!

The contact sent an electric shiver racing up Luca’s spine; her lips were warm, plush, and lingering. He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening against the edge of whatever he was sitting on.

Nyx then pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her voice a sultry whisper.

“This definitely is the biggest cock this world has to offer…Blessed in every way, aren’t you, Hero?”

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Desire finally overtook her restraint, and she began kissing it again—gentle presses of her lips along the head, then down the shaft, worshiping every thick inch.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~”

Soft, wet sounds filled the air as she trailed kisses up and down the length, occasionally darting her tongue out for a teasing lick, all while her hands kept their steady, admiring rhythm.

Luca could only watch, still processing the bombshell of information he’d just been handed.

All the while, the beautiful elf knelt between his legs and lavished the full extent of her awe and gratitude on the one part of him that apparently made every other man in this world look like a child in comparison.

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