Three weeks had passed since the final battle in Aeloria. Nyxara had been restored—her crimson skin faded to warm olive, horns and wings gone, the malice in her eyes replaced by quiet wonder. She had hugged Ethan for the first time, called him Father, and left for the Isle of Dawn Shields with a promise to train, to protect, to learn. The realm still felt the aftershocks: villages slowly repopulating, women reclaiming bodies and minds, pregnancies swelling in waves from Ethan's restored seed. But peace demanded joy, and Ethan had called for the Sexy Olympics to return.
The coliseum had been rebuilt in haste—larger rings for group events, silk pavilions for "recovery breeding," goal posts enchanted to glow, archery targets shaped like hearts, all under Valyndra's gentle wind-canopy to keep the summer heat at bay. Banners of blue and gold fluttered, symbols of every tribe woven in—scales for merfolk, claws for cat women, runes for elves, vines for nudists.
Women arrived from every corner of Elysara: merfolk in wheeled water-chariots, tails flipping, scales glistening; elves gliding on wind-currents, tall and luminous with smooth pussies and high breasts; goblins slipping through crowds like shadows, wiry green bodies agile; nudists marching proudly, large breasts bouncing, thick hairy pussies exposed and already wet; cat women prowling with furred ears twitching, smooth pussies ready; giants striding like earthquakes, 15ft forms with breasts like boulders and pussies that could swallow trees. All nude or near-nude, bodies oiled for the games, breasts of every size heaving, pussies of every type glistening in the sun.
Ethan stood on the central dais with his four companions: Vaeloria, fierce and dark-skinned, spear slung across her back; Liraya, crimson hair flowing, hands sparking faint flames; Valyndra, golden and towering, winds curling around her rounded belly; Lilitha, olive-skinned and curvaceous, her restored body a symbol of redemption. He raised his arms, voice amplified by Valyndra's magic.
"Women of Elysara! Three weeks ago we ended the darkness. Nyxara is free. The shadow is gone. Today we celebrate life, unity, pleasure, and the future we build together. Compete fiercely. The winners breed with me—restoring our legacy in joy!"
The roar shook the coliseum.
The games began at sunrise.
Races — nude sprints across the sand, breasts bouncing wildly, asses flexing, pussies flashing with each stride. A cat woman won the first heat, tail streaming, pussy wet from exertion. "I'll take your seed soon, Breeder!" she purred, claws flexing.
Wrestling — oiled bodies grappling naked, holds turning erotic, breasts pressed together, pussies rubbing in pins. A giantess pinned an elf, thick thighs clamping her, then released with a laugh. "Next time, little one."
Archery — shooters nude, arrows tipped with vibrating crystals that made targets hum—competitors cumming if hit. An elf won, smooth pussy dripping from near-misses. "I'm ready for you, Ethan."
Football — teams charging naked, tackles leaving women tangled, hands "accidentally" fondling breasts and pussies. The nudist team dominated, hairy bushes grinding in scrums, large breasts smacking faces.
Endurance — women holding positions while pleasured—tongues, fingers, toys pushing them to cum, the last holding winning. A goblin endured longest, tight pussy clenching around a crystal dildo. "I won't break… but I'll cum for the Breeder later."
Seduction — women dancing, stripping (though already nude), touching themselves to arouse judges. A merfolk won, scales flashing as she rubbed her pussy, tail flipping. "Imagine this wrapped around you, Breeder."
The day stretched into night—torches lit, bodies slick with sweat and oil. Winners from each event—fifty in total—gathered for the final reward: breeding with Ethan.
The pavilion became an arena of ecstasy. Ethan lay on a massive fur bed, cock hard and ready. The winners surrounded him—cat women purring, elves graceful, goblins sly, nudists lush, giants towering but using magic to adjust (Vaeloria's runes tightening pussies, Liraya's flames enlarging his dick for the larger ones).
A cat woman rode him first—smooth pussy clenching. "Fuck my kitty cunt… breed me deep… make me yowl with your seed."
He thrust up. "Cum on my cock… squeeze me… take every drop."
She came purring—pussy pulsing, milking his cum inside her.
An elf reverse—long legs spread. "Fill my elven womb… breed me eternal."
He pounded. "Cum for me… let me see you break."
She moaned melodically—cumming, seed flooding her.
A nudist with large breasts and thick bush bent over. "Fuck my hairy pussy… breed me like an animal."
He slammed in. "So wet… cum on my dick… take my load."
She came shaking—ass jiggling, cum dripping through her bush.
A goblin thief on all fours. "Fuck my tight hole… breed this thief… make me yours."
He thrust hard. "Cum for me… clench around me."
She squirted—pleasure pure.
A giantess lowered—pussy tightened by magic, his cock enlarged to match. "Breed this giant womb… fill me massive."
He thrust deep. "Cum on my enlarged cock… take it all."
She roared release—cum flooding her depths.
The orgy blurred—women piling on, breasts smothering, pussies grinding, asses bouncing. Ethan bred all fifty—cumming inside, on faces, in asses—wombs quickening, the pavilion echoing with cries.
After the Olympics, Ethan and his party—Vaeloria, Liraya, Valyndra, Lilitha—journeyed to a quiet valley near Eldoria's original landing site. Three women waited: the first three Ethan had seen when he arrived in Elysara three years ago—Mira the Eldorian warrior, a tall dark-skinned beauty with violet eyes and a spear; Solara the nudist matriarch with massive breasts and thick hairy pussy; and a merfolk healer named Thalira, scales shimmering, tail coiling.
They greeted him with tears and laughter.
Mira embraced him first. "You returned. We waited."
Solara pressed her large breasts against him. "Breed us again… like the first time."
Thalira coiled her tail around his leg. "In the water… fill me while I sing."
The orgy began in the valley meadow—soft grass, warm sun, river nearby.
Mira rode him first—pussy clenching. "Fuck me like you did when you first arrived… breed your warrior again."
He thrust up. "Cum for me… take my seed."
She came hard—pussy pulsing, milking him.
Solara bent over, thick bush presented. "Fuck my hairy pussy… breed me like the matriarch I am."
He slammed in. "So wet… cum on my dick… take my load."
She came shaking—cum dripping through her bush.
Thalira pulled him into the river—tail coiling his waist, pussy engulfing him underwater. "Fuck me deep… breed me while I sing."
He thrust in the current. "Cum for me… let me fill you."
She sang—high, melodic—cumming as he flooded her womb.
The party joined—Vaeloria eating Mira, Liraya licking Solara, Valyndra lifting Thalira for easier access, Lilitha kissing Ethan deeply.
They fucked into the night—positions shifting, cums echoing, the valley filled with moans.
The realm celebrated. Ethan continued to breed—women still came, bellies still swelled, the future bright.
(Word count: 3,000)
Pregnancies confirmed this cycle: 150
Total pregnancies since Ethan's second cycle: 1,225