Seven days of ceaseless effort had left Ethan Sinclair's body a map of exhaustion—his tongue blistered and raw from licking countless pussies, his cock chafed and throbbing from thrusting without release, his balls swollen to the point of agony with cum the succubi's curse refused to let escape. Yet the sky elves' orb on its pedestal now glowed with seven hundred and fifty-eight stars, each one a woman's climax gifted selflessly. The realm watched in awe and quiet desperation; women who had not yet conceived whispered prayers, hoping the thousandth release would unlock the future.
After the grueling weekend, his companions insisted on rest. They carried him to the palace's innermost chamber—a sanctuary of silk-draped walls, soft furs, and a massive bed that could hold Valyndra's towering frame. For twenty-four hours they tended him like a sacred flame.
Vaeloria fed him spoonfuls of honeyed broth, her strong hands gentle as she wiped his brow. "You've given everything, my love. Let us give back."
Liraya massaged his shoulders with warm oil, her crimson hair brushing his skin, flames flickering harmlessly at her fingertips to ease the ache. "Rest. Tomorrow we finish what you began."
Valyndra curled her long body around him, her rounded belly pressed to his side, golden fingers tracing soothing runes across his chest. "The orb is almost full. Your selfless heart will break the curse. Sleep now."
Ethan drifted into deep, healing sleep, surrounded by their warmth.
Dawn broke with renewed purpose.
Women from across Elysara had flooded the capital overnight—cat women with twitching ears and purring throats, Nubian goddesses with thick asses and luminous dark skin, elves tall and luminous, giants striding like living statues, merfolk in shallow pools, goblins in leather harnesses, nudists with large breasts and thick bushes. The streets were lined with them, nude bodies painted in unity colors, eyes bright with hope.
Ethan took his place in the central pavilion at sunrise. The orb pulsed on its stand, waiting.
The cat women came first—sleek, spotted, tails swishing. One straddled his face, smooth pussy dripping. "Lick my kitty… tongue me deep… make me purr and cum."
He sucked her clit, fingers parting her folds. "Cum on my mouth… drench me."
She yowled release—star seven hundred and fifty-nine.
They lined up—twenty cat women, each riding his sore tongue, demands feline and urgent. "Suck my clit harder… tongue-fuck my tight hole… make my tail curl!"
Climaxes purred out—stars to seven hundred and seventy-nine.
Nubian goddesses followed—thick asses swaying, beautiful dark skin gleaming. Queen Isolde sat heavily on his face, smothering him in soft flesh, her smooth pussy hot against his lips.
"Lick this Nubian cunt… tongue my folds… make me grind like a queen on her throne."
He lapped through her slickness, sucking her clit, hands kneading her thick cheeks. "Cum all over me… coat my face with your royal juices."
She rocked, ass clapping. "Deeper… suck my pearl… oh ancestors—cumming hard!"
She squirted, flooding him—star seven hundred and eighty.
Twenty Nubian beauties followed—each sitting heavy, thick asses enveloping his head. "Grind my pussy on your tongue… lick my ass too… make my cheeks shake!"
Climaxes gushed—stars to eight hundred.
Elves glided in—tall, graceful, smooth pussies glistening. A silver-haired beauty straddled him. "Lick my elven essence… tongue me with reverence… make me sing."
He lapped slowly, sucking her clit tenderly. "Cum beautifully… let me drink your release."
She arched, moaning melodically. "Deeper… swirl inside… cumming—ahhh!"
Star eight hundred and one.
Thirty elves followed—each riding his raw tongue, demands elegant yet desperate. "Suck my clit softly… finger my depths… make my body glow with pleasure!"
Stars to eight hundred and thirty-one.
Giants arrived—Vaeloria's kin, towering and powerful. One lowered carefully, her massive pussy engulfing his face. "Lick this giant clit… tongue me as deep as you can… make me roar."
His tongue strained, lapping her immense folds, sucking her clit. "Cum for me… flood me."
She came like thunder—star eight hundred and thirty-two.
Ethan's body screamed—tongue numb, cock raw from occasional thrusts, balls agonizingly full—but he pressed on.
His main party stepped forward for the final three.
Vaeloria lay back first, legs spread wide, smooth pussy glistening. "Come to me… make your warrior cum one last time before the restoration."
He knelt, tongue tracing her folds despite the pain, sucking her clit hard. "Cum for me… give me your strength."
She gripped his hair. "Deeper… tongue-fuck me… suck my clit… yes—cumming hard!"
She arched, pussy pulsing—star nine hundred and ninety-eight.
Liraya straddled his face next, fiery bush grinding. "Eat my fire… suck my clit… make me burn and cum for you."
He lapped through her curls, fingers plunging deep. "Cum on my tired tongue… soak me."
She exploded, flames sparking harmlessly. "Yes… cumming… flooding you!"
Star nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Valyndra lowered her elven pussy carefully—long legs framing him. "Lick me slow… make me release… complete the count."
He tongued her deeply, fingers curling inside. "Cum beautifully… for Elysara."
She came with a resonant cry—star one thousand.
The orb blazed—filled with one thousand stars, golden light exploding outward.
A powerful golden aura erupted around Ethan, enveloping him in radiant warmth. His body shuddered; the curse shattered like glass. His cock—rock-hard, leaking pre-cum—throbbed with renewed power.
His companions dropped to their knees before him, eyes wide with awe and love.
Vaeloria's voice trembled. "Cum all over us… breasts, face, asses—wherever you want."
Liraya licked her lips. "Paint us… mark us… tomorrow you begin breeding again."
Valyndra's long fingers stroked his shaft. "Give us everything… shower your companions."
Ethan groaned, stroking himself. "Open your mouths… push your tits together… I'm going to cover you."
He erupted—thick, powerful ropes of cum shooting across their faces, breasts, asses. Vaeloria caught streams on her tongue; Liraya's fiery hair dripped white; Valyndra's golden skin glistened from neck to knees.
They moaned, eagerly licking—lips, cheeks, chins—then kissing deeply, tongues swirling, sharing his seed, licking it from each other's faces, breasts, bellies.
The sight reignited him instantly.
He pulled Vaeloria onto the bed, thrusting into her pussy hard. "Take it… feel me cum inside you again."
She wrapped her legs around him. "Fuck me deep… fill me… breed me!"
He pounded relentlessly—her pussy clenching, milking him. "Cum inside… give me your seed!"
He erupted—hot pulses flooding her—then pulled out, still hard, turning to Liraya.
She bent over, ass up. "Fuck my pussy… then my ass… fill both holes!"
He slammed into her pussy, then switched to her ass—ridges of pleasure driving him wild. "So tight… take my cum!"
She came screaming—star irrelevant now—then he filled her ass.
Valyndra lay back, long legs spread. "Breed me… fill this elven womb… make me swell again."
He thrust deep—her pussy rippling around him. "Cum inside… give me your child."
He came—flooding her depths—then kept going, switching between them all night.
Vaeloria rode him reverse—ass bouncing. "Fuck me harder… make me cum again!"
Liraya scissored with Valyndra—pussies grinding—while Ethan took turns thrusting into each. "Fill us both… breed us together!"
Positions blurred—missionary, doggy, piledriver, standing—hours of relentless passion, only a few hours of sleep snatched between climaxes.
Dawn broke with Ethan still hard, companions dripping and sated, bodies marked by his seed.
News raced across Elysara: the Breeder's seed had returned.
Women lined the streets—thousands strong, nude, eager. Ethan emerged, aura still faintly golden, cock ready.
He fucked over two hundred that day—in pavilions, streets, gardens—each woman riding him, taking him deep, begging for his seed.
One hundred and five conceived—wombs quickening instantly under restored power.
Total pregnancies rose to seven hundred and twenty-five.
Meanwhile, far beneath the earth in the Abyss Dominion, a daughter was born. Though mere minutes old, she rose fully formed—physically and mentally sixteen, crimson skin, horns curling, eyes burning with inherited malice. Lilitha's final curse-child, the daughter of darkness, opened her eyes and smiled.
The war was not over.
But for now, Ethan bred—restoring hope, one thrust at a time.
Pregnancies confirmed this cycle: 105
Total pregnancies since Ethan's thr second cycle started: 725