Nyx's lip curled faintly.

"Irritating." She said bluntly. "Every second spent with them was torture. But I needed to know if they knew anything, anything at all about what Julius was doing to my sister."

"Julius might be impossible to crack, but his little circle of followers, who were all married since they were his age?"

"They're weaker. Easier to manipulate."

"So I sweet-talked them."

She shrugged like she was talking about pawns that could be disposed of at any time.

"I flirted with them. Laughed. Let them think they had a chance. Let them think I was the insatiable succubus everyone said I was."

"And they talked—oh, they talked plenty."

"But it was all small things. Petty gossip. Nothing that pointed directly at Julius. He doesn't trust them enough to share real secrets. Everything important, he keeps to himself."

Luca nodded slowly as he said,

"I'm guessing you couldn't just come out and deny the rumors because that would tip them off. They'd realize you're fishing for information and your whole plan would collapse."

Nyx's eyes lit up with quiet approval.

"Exactly, Hero. You truly do understand me." She gave a genuine smile. "The rumors serve a purpose. They make Julius and his circle lower their guard around me."

"They think I'm just a pleasure-seeking harlot. A harmless distraction. It gives me freedom to move. To listen. To wait."

Her smile faded.

"But even then...I've gotten almost nothing. Years of this and the only real thing I ever heard was one night when Julius was so drunk he could barely sit upright."

"He was in a strangely good mood. Almost giddy and he started complaining about how cold Leona had become toward him lately."

"How she was treating him like a stranger. And then he laughed. This ugly, smug little laugh."

She mimicked it perfectly—low, mocking.

"He then said, 'She might think she can keep acting like this, but she knows better. She knows what will happen to the village and especially her precious daughters, if she ever tries to go against me.'"

"And then he laughed again. Like it was the funniest thing in the world."

A grim silence fell between them.

"So...he's got something over the entire village." Luca said slowly. "Something big enough to threaten not just Leona's life, but the whole settlement along with Luna and Lulu."

"That's why she's doing everything he wants. She's protecting them."

"That's the only explanation that makes sense."

Nyx nodded, expression dark.

"If he threatened my sister's life alone? She'd laugh in his face. She'd die before bending."

"But threaten the village? Threaten Luna and Lulu?"

She shook her head.

"She'd burn herself to ash before letting anything happen to them. That's the only thing that could force her hand."

Luca rubbed a hand over his face.

"But you still don't know what it is. How he's controlling everything."

"No." Nyx admitted. "It's like he has some invisible hand wrapped around the throat of the entire village. One squeeze and everything collapses. But I don't know what the leverage is. Not yet."

She then added quickly, almost as an afterthought,

"And...I appreciate that you didn't just kill him the moment you met him. I'm sure if you had, if you'd acted on impulse the consequences would have been catastrophic."

"Whatever hold he has...it might trigger the moment he dies."

"And besides...I need to know the truth about my sister. Even if he were gone, she might never speak. She might carry the secret to her grave."

"So thank you. For being patient. For letting him live."

Luca gave a small, wry smile.

"I wouldn't thank me for that. Thank your mother."

He said to her surprise at the mention of her mother.

"She seemed to have the same thought. That's probably why she set it up this way—that only after I get permission from Leona herself can I do anything."

"Only after I unravel everything, after I free her from whatever binds her...only then do I get permission to kill him."

Nyx's gaze drifted upward to the moon, her expression tender.

"Truly...my mother was wise. And such a good mother." She sighed. "She thought of everything."

Then she looked back down at Luca, eyes gentle.

"Anyway...I'm just glad I'm not fighting this alone anymore. For decades I carried this by myself. I couldn't tell anyone, not even Luna and Lulu. They were too young. They wouldn't have understood."

"But now...having you by my side...it feels better. Lighter."

She straightened slightly.

"And I do have something that might help. I've kept journals—dozens of them about every event. Every move Julius made. Every suspicious decision. Every change in Leona's behavior."

"I'll bring them to you later. You can read through everything. Maybe you'll see something I missed."

"That would be perfect." Luca's eyes lit up. "I'd like to look at them as soon as possible."

Then he reached out suddenly, catching her hand and pulling her gently closer. He looked up at her with fierce sincerity.

"And don't worry anymore, Nyx. You're not alone. Not now. Not ever again."

"I promise won't stop until your sister is free. Until the village is free. Until Julius is gone, so you don't have to carry this burden alone anymore and you have me to share it with you."

Nyx's smile bloomed—bright, genuine, almost painfully happy.

She then leaned down, searching his face.

"And when that day comes…" She whispered. "When we finally have him...is it possible...that I can take care of Julius myself?"

Her voice dropped lower, colder.

"I have plans. Very specific plans. I want to take my time with him. I want to tear him apart—slowly. Piece by piece."

Her eyes gleamed with something dark and patient—something that had been waiting for decades.

Luca looked at her for a long moment.

Then he gave a slow nod.

"I want my hands on him too." He admitted. "I want to rip him apart myself. But...we'll see. When the moment comes, we'll decide together. Fair?"

Nyx's smile turned almost feral.

"Fair."

Then Luca's gaze drifted downward—lingering on the generous curve of her hips.

His hands slid to them, gripping gently, pulling her closer until she straddled his lap again.

"But for now…" He murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "…do you really have to go?"

"There's a warm bed inside. We could spend a little more time there. Have some fun. If you know what I mean."

Nyx laughed softly, then gently disentangled herself from his grasp.

"Sorry, Hero." She said, eyes warm but regretful. "I've already seen the weapon you carry in those pants. And I know that thing goes inside me—even just the tip—I won't be able to hide my moans."

"Every elf in the village will hear me screaming your name. And I can't let that happen. Not yet."

She stepped back, but a deviant little glint appeared in her eyes.

"But…" She purred. "…I can give you one more reward. Just before I go."

Luca watched, breath catching, as Nyx turned around slowly.

She gathered the hem of her dress and pulled it up—higher, higher—until the creamy white globes of her plump ass were fully exposed.

The moonlight made her skin glow, highlighting every lush curve, every perfect dip and made it seem as if she had two full moons hanging off her rear.

Then, without hesitation, she reached back with both hands and spread herself wide.

Luca's mouth went dry.

There, nestled between those soft cheeks, was her tiny, pink, delicate little anus—perfect, untouched, winking faintly in the cool night air.

Luca's cock surged instantly, straining painfully against his trousers, while Nyx glanced back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and devilish.

"This hole is up for grabs too, Hero." She whispered. "The whole time your hands were digging into my ass earlier, I could feel how badly you wanted it."

"How much you wanted to do something filthy with it, so I don't mind indulging your wishes."

She chuckled in a teasing manner.

"But not tonight. Once you finish all the problems in the village...once you save my sister...I'll be ready."

"You can have this hole too and you can do whatever you want with it."

"Even sticking your massive rod into it...even though I don't even if it will fit."

She then let the dress fall back down, covering herself again with a graceful flick, while Luca stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

"This...This isn't fair, Nyx!" He sputtered. "This isn't fair at all!"

"You can't just show me your perfect little asshole like that and then leave me hanging!"

"I'm dying here—I'm so hard it hurts—I need something, anything—"

But Nyx ignored him and instead laughed brightly as she went over to the stairs.

She then pointed up at the massive, silver moon hanging overhead.

"You see that moon up there?" She asked, grinning. "It's round. White. Soft. It's basically the same shape as one of my butt cheeks."

"So, if you're that desperate to relieve yourself...just look at it. Stroke yourself. Take care of it yourself."

She gave him one last teasing smile, waved her fingers playfully, and disappeared down the stairs—leaving him alone on the platform with a raging erection and a stunned expression.

Luca looked from the empty stairs to the moon and back again.

"Who the hell would jack off to the moon?" He muttered. "That's ridiculous. That's—"

He stiffened.

He remembered the sight of her tiny pink hole—how perfectly it had winked at him, how soft and inviting her cheeks had looked spread wide.

And unable to push those thoughts away—he decided to throw his dignity.

"Fuck it." He growled. "Fuck it all."

And then without hesitation, he shoved his trousers which made his cock spring free, thick and angry.

He then stepped to the edge of the platform, one hand braced on the railing, the other wrapping around his shaft.

He stared up at the moon.

"I better finish this before everyone wakes up." He muttered. "I don't want the whole village thinking the Hero's out here jerking off to the goddamn moon every night."

He started stroking—slow at first, then faster—eyes fixed on that silver circle in the sky, imagining it was one perfect, creamy cheek.

And shockingly, the moment he came—

Splurt!

—thick ropes shooting out over the edge of the platform, was the exact moment Nyx had just reached the ground below.

She was walking away, satisfied smile on her face, when several warm, sticky droplets splattered across her chest.

Splat!

She froze.

Looked down.

For half a second she thought a bird had pooped on her.

Then she saw the texture.

Her eyes trembled before a huge, filthy grin spread across her face.

"He actually did it..."

She whispered, delighted.

"...What a dirty little Hero."

And shockingly, instead of wiping it off like anyone else would do—she actually scooped a thick dollop off her breast with two fingers, brought it to her lips—and licked it clean like it was icecream.

Then she laughed softly to herself and kept walking into the shadows, hips swaying.

Dirty Hero.

Dirty Elf.

They were a Match Made in Heaven.

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