Chapter 93: Share You’re Gift With All The Women Of This World

Nyx truly had underestimated just how inexhaustible Luca could be.

She had promised that she would take every single drop of his semen into her mouth, and she meant every word.

Over and over again, she knelt between his legs like the most devoted servant, sucking his thick cock with fervent dedication while her hands never stopped working.

She massaged his heavy balls with gentle, rolling squeezes, occasionally dipping lower to take one into her warm mouth, sucking softly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive skin.

Then she would switch—sucking one ball while stroking the other, or cradling both in her palms while her lips worked the shaft, never letting a single inch go unattended.

And every single time, Luca came.

Hard. In thick, pulsing ropes that flooded her mouth until her cheeks bulged.

And each load she swallowed greedily, sometimes holding the last spurt on her tongue just long enough to open her mouth and show him.

Letting him see the milky white pool before she closed her lips and drank it down with an exaggerated swallow.

The sight always drove him wild; his fingers would tighten in her hair, hips jerking forward as he pushed deeper into her throat, fucking her face with short, desperate thrusts while she moaned around him, clearly enjoying the roughness.

But no matter how many times he came—three, four, five, six, seven eight—his cock never softened.

If anything, it grew.

Thicker. Longer. Veins standing out more prominently, the head swelling darker and angrier with each fresh erection.

Nyx could feel it happening in real time.

Her jaw already aching from the sheer girth, yet the monster in her mouth only demanded more space, more stretch.

But instead of freaking her out—this actually turned her on.

Just the thought of it made her thighs clench together involuntarily.

A cock with unlimited stamina.

Unlimited ammunition.

A weapon that never ran dry, never tired, never surrendered.

That was every woman’s unspoken dream.

And yet…her body was beginning to betray her.

Her jaw throbbed with dull pain.

Her throat felt raw.

Her stomach, already lightly buzzing from earlier drinks now sloshed heavily with the absurd volume of thick, warm cum she’d swallowed.

She could actually feel it shifting inside her, making her belly bloat ever so slightly under her dress.

Finally, after yet another massive load painted the back of her throat, Nyx pulled off with a wet gasp, panting hard. Strands of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to the glistening head.

“My apologies, Hero…” She rasped, voice hoarse, cheeks flushed. “I think…we should stop here for now.”

Luca looked down at her, concern immediately softening his lust-glazed expression.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently, brushing a thumb across her cheek to wipe away a stray drop. “You look exhausted.”

Nyx gave a tired smile, one hand unconsciously pressing against her lower abdomen.

“I’m…really tired.” She admitted. “And my stomach is completely full right now. It was already a little full, but now…” She let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “It’s filled with your semen. I can literally feel it moving around inside me.”

“I think if if I were to spit out just one more load into my palms right now, it would probably fill half a bowl.”

She shook her head in quiet disbelief before looking at him saying in wonder,

“Even the most skilled courtesans I’ve read about couldn’t handle this volume. It’s absurd.”

Luca gave an awkward, sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m…kind of special in that aspect too.” He admitted. “Just like the size…the volume is also pretty ridiculous. Sorry about that.”

Nyx’s tired eyes sparkled despite her exhaustion.

“Don’t apologize.”

She murmured, leaning forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to the underside of his still-throbbing shaft.

“It was delicious. Every thick, hot drop. I enjoyed drinking you down more than I can say.”

His cock gave an eager twitch at her words and seeing this, she chuckled hoarsely, stroking him gently with both hands.

“I’m guessing you’re unique in this too—how long you stay hard. Like a rigid tower that refuses to fall no matter how many times it’s conquered.”

Luca exhaled through his nose, half-embarrassed, half-amused.

“Yeah…it’s embarrassing, but true. My sex drive is…intense. Of course I can control it—I’m not some depraved pervert constantly hunting for women. But when I finally get a moment like this…”

He shrugged.

“…I go all out.”

Nyx chuckled, the sound warm and knowing.

“That makes perfect sense and it just means you’re really are completely different from the men in this world in another aspect.”

Luca raised an eyebrow, curious.

“What do you mean?”

“The men here?” She tilted her head, still lazily stroking him. “They wouldn’t last one round.”

She resumed licking him lazily—cleaning the remnants of cum from his shaft with slow, thorough swipes of her tongue.

Luca blinked before hesitantly asking,

“You mean…they go for one round, rest a little, then go again? Right?”

“Not really.” Nyx shook her head slowly, still smiling. “I mean literally one round and done. They can’t go for the entire night. The thing doesn’t even get up again.”

Luca stared at her, mouth slightly open.

“You’re joking. There’s no way they’re that feeble. That weak.”

“Not feeble or weak, exactly.” Nyx corrected gently, kissing the tip once more before speaking. “Even the ones with the most handsome bodies, the strongest physiques…have the weakest penises in bed.”

“They shoot once, groan, roll over, and sleep. That’s it.”

Luca leaned back, stunned.

“If it’s like that…then there’s no way any woman in this world could ever feel real pleasure.”

“I thought that since the men are so small, maybe they would at least have a whole lot of stamina. That even if they couldn’t stretch a woman or create pressure, they’d at least go all night.”

“You know…Pound away until she was satisfied through sheer endurance.”

He shook his head slowly.

“But now you’re saying even that doesn’t happen and that basically means the women here are completely deprived.”

“They don’t feel anything proper at all.”

“Just a man jumping up and down on top of them, grunting, then dumping some disgusting fluid inside before passing out.”

“Sadly…yes. That’s exactly the case.”

Nyx nodded sadly, tongue tracing a lingering vein.

“Sex here is never about pleasure for women. It’s about duty. It’s making a child. A wife simply spreads her legs, lets her husband push inside—which she can barely feel most of the time and lies there while he moves however he wants.”

“She stares at the ceiling, or the wall, thinking about tomorrow’s chores. Until finally he groans, spills, pulls out, rolls over, and snores.”

“Then she gets up quietly, goes to the bathroom, cleans the filth out of herself, and comes back to bed.”

“That’s all. No pleasure. No connection. Nothing.”

Luca’s expression darkened with genuine dismay.

“What about foreplay?” He asked, almost urgently. “You know…licking a girl out? Eating her pussy? Sucking her breasts? Doing anything to make her feel good first?”

Nyx actually laughed—soft and incredulous.

“What exactly is that, Hero? This is the first time I’ve ever even heard those terms used.”

She shook her head in wonder before saying,

“As for what you’re asking, I’ll just say that no man here would ever lick a woman down there. They’d consider it disgusting. Filthy.”

“And for their breasts, a few might give a half-hearted swipe with their tongue for a couple of seconds until their own arousal takes over—then it’s straight to penetration.”

She gave his cock another slow lick.

“As for women sucking dick…like I’m doing for you right now?” She shook her head. “They don’t. Or rather they can’t. There’s nothing worth sucking.”

“It’s so small most men feel ashamed and won’t even let their wives near it. The only reason I even know how about what I’m doing right now is because I read about it in a few rare books that made their way here from the human continent.”

She paused, thoughtful.

“Humans on the main continent are…slightly better, I suppose. There are some scattered accounts of what you’re describing—foreplay, mutual pleasure—but even there, it’s rare. Desperate.”

“Overall, women exist for men’s desires, for reproduction, and that’s where it ends.”

“This is…really bad.” Luca muttered, while thinking of all the pityful women in the world. “This is so unfair to all the women here. I honestly feel terrible for them.”

“Like, back in my world, even if a guy doesn’t have much size, he’ll at least try his best to please his partner. But here…it’s just miserable. Sad.”

Nyx tilted her head, eyes gleaming with sudden mischief as she gave his shaft one last slow lick from base to tip.

“Then why don’t you help them?” She purred. “Why don’t you go around using this massive weapon of yours…”

She wrapped both hands around him and shook it playfully.

“…to treat all the women in this world? Give them true pleasure for the first time in their lives?”

Luca choked on air, coughing hard.

“Hey—stop joking about that! There’s no way.”

But even as he said it…his mind drifted back to the Goddess’s words.

The mission she’d given him.

To be the father of the nation.

To impregnate every single female here.

He had so many mixed feelings about it—duty warring with morality, desire warring with past memories.

Now hearing this…

Those mixed feelings suddenly felt a lot less mixed.

And a whole lot more complicated.

But Luca didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Not the Goddess’s mission.

Not the heartbreaking truth about every woman in this world who had probably never once felt real pleasure in her entire life.

Not the unfairness, the misery, the sheer tragedy of it all.

He just…wanted to push it away. For now.

So he moved.

Suddenly, he stood—making Nyx blink in surprise.

Before she could ask what he was doing, Luca quickly tucked his still-hard cock back into his trousers, pulled them up, fastened the belt with practiced efficiency, then bent down and scooped her up into a princess carry in one motion.

Nyx let out a surprised yelp that quickly melted into delighted laughter. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as he cradled her against his chest.

“Hero—!” She gasped, eyes sparkling.

Luca only grinned down at her, carrying her out of the house and onto the beautiful open platform outside.

Moonlight bathed everything in silver and a wide, cushioned reclining chair had been placed perfectly to overlook the quiet, star-strewn valley and the distant glow of the village below.

He sank down onto it first, then gently settled Nyx across his lap, pulling her close until her back rested against his chest and his arms encircled her waist.

For a heartbeat Nyx tensed, uncertain what was happening.

But the moment his warm hands settled on her abdomen and began a slow, firm, strangely soothing massage, she melted.

His palms pressed gently, kneading in wide motions over the slight bloat of her cum-filled belly, working out the tension, the fullness, the ache.

The warmth of his hands seeped through her dress, relaxing muscles she hadn’t even realized were knotted.

She tilted her head back against his shoulder, looking up at him with curiosity.

“What…exactly are you doing right now, Hero?” She murmured. “Of course, I’m not complaining since it feels good, but I’d just like to know.”

“This…is called aftercare. It’s something a decent partner back in my world would do after a round of intimacy.”

He murmured, continuing the gentle massage.

“Especially after a woman like you pleasures me for so long—gives me so much, swallows everything I give you without complaint—it’s only right that I take care of you too. Treat you like the queen you are.”

Nyx laughed quietly, eyes half-lidded.

“The queen here is actually Leona.” She teased. “I’d be more like…her right-hand woman. But still…”

She relaxed further into his embrace, letting her head rest fully against his shoulder.

“Thank you, hero. I really appreciate this.”

She sighed deeply, the sound full of exhaustion and relief as she added,

“If even a fraction of the men in this world treated their women the way you just treated me…the world would be so much better. Kinder. Happier.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and settled into his embrace, as honestly—

—she was exhausted.

Not just from tonight—though her jaw ached, her throat felt raw, and her stomach sloshed with every breath.

But from decades of carrying the weight of the village on her shoulders.

She and her sister had basically run everything alongside their mother for years.

The past decade especially had been brutal: endless crises, dwindling resources, threats from outside, internal squabbles.

And then…the recent passing of their mother.

Not her blood mother, but the woman who had taken Nyx in as a lost child, raised her with fierce love, treated her no differently from her own daughter.

Nyx had loved her with everything she had.

So, it was a massive blow when she heard about her passing and the grief had never really left.

It sat heavy beneath her ribs, layered beneath every responsibility, every decision, every sleepless night.

But right now…

Sitting in Luca’s strong embrace, his hands warm and steady on her belly, watching the moon hang huge and silver in the sky, feeling the quiet night breeze brush her skin…for the first time in years, the weight felt lighter.

She felt safe.

She felt cared for.

She didn’t have to think. Didn’t have to plan. Didn’t have to be strong.

She could just…exist.

And if sucking his cock every single night meant she could feel this—this peace, this comfort—she honestly wouldn’t mind at all.

Her eyelids grew heavy.

Sleep tugged at her.

But then she remembered something.

She opened her eyes again and looked up at him.

“Hero…” She said quietly. “I didn’t come here tonight just to give you a reward.”

“I also came to tell you something important.”

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