Soft dawn light slipped through the stained-glass windows and painted the royal bedchamber in rose and gold.
Alex woke slowly, tangled in silk sheets and warm bodies.
To his left, Leona the lioness lay on her stomach, golden mane spread across the pillows, tail curled over his thigh. Her pregnant belly already showed a gentle curve, glowing faint gold under soft fur.
Flora the bunny was curled against his right side, long white ears draped over his chest, tiny cotton tail twitching in her sleep. Her belly glowed soft pink-gold, rounder than yesterday.
Luna the wolf spooned Flora from behind, silver tail wrapped protectively around both of them, sharp muzzle buried in bunny ears. Her own belly pressed warm against Flora's back, glowing silver-white.
Little Nyaria the black cat had claimed his chest like a heated blanket, purring loud enough to vibrate his ribs. Her small pregnant belly rose and fell with every breath, glowing emerald beneath midnight fur.
Lilia stood at the foot of the huge bed, silver hair loose, wearing only a thin white robe that did nothing to hide her own glowing belly. She watched the pile of sleeping beastgirls with soft, proud eyes.
When Alex stirred, Lilia smiled and crawled onto the bed. "Look what you did in one afternoon," she whispered, brushing golden mane from Leona's face. "Four royal beastkin princesses, all carrying your babies before the moon even changed."
Alex's voice came out rough from sleep. "Feels unreal."
Leona's golden eyes opened first. She rolled onto her side, tail curling around his ankle. "It is real," she rumbled, taking his hand and pressing it to the warm swell of her belly. "I feel him already. Strong. Like his father."
Flora woke next, ears perking. She nuzzled Alex's neck, voice tiny. "I dreamed about carrots… and little bunnies with your eyes…"
Luna stretched, silver fur rippling, and licked Flora's ear once. "Wolves dream of running," she growled soft. "I dreamed of a whole pack with silver and human mixed."
Nyaria just purred louder and rubbed her cheek on his chest like a cat claiming furniture.
Alicia slipped into the room quietly, still naked from the night before, golden hair messy, pregnant belly glowing brighter every day. She carried a tray of warm bread, honey, and fresh fruit.
"Breakfast for the pride," she announced, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. She set the tray down and crawled straight into the pile, kissing Alex slow and deep, tasting sleep and all four beastkin flavors still on his lips.
Leona sat up, breasts swaying heavy. "We should return to our lands soon," she said, but her tail tightened around Alex's leg like she didn't want to. "Our people need to see the proof. They need hope."
Flora's ears drooped. "I don't want to leave…"
Luna nuzzled the bunny's neck. "We will visit. Often. The hero must keep his females satisfied."
Nyaria lifted her head, green eyes mischievous. "Or we stay here forever and make him satisfy us every day."
Lilia laughed softly. "There is room. The castle is big. And the kingdom still has thousands waiting."
Alex sat up slowly, surrounded by warm pregnant bodies. His cock was already half-hard again, morning wood made worse by soft fur and glowing bellies pressing against him from every side.
Alicia noticed first. She reached down and wrapped gentle fingers around him, stroking lazy.
"Looks like someone is ready for breakfast dessert."
One by one beastgirls dressed in light traveling robes, bellies glowing under fabric, eyes soft with promises.
Leona kissed Alex deep before stepping back. "Until the next full moon, my king."
They left in a swirl of tails and quiet purrs, the door closing soft behind them.
The room suddenly felt empty.
The door closed with a soft click behind the last flick of a beastkin tail. The enormous bed suddenly felt cold and far too big.
Alex sat up among the rumpled silk sheets, running both hands through his hair. "I need to see the kingdom," he said, voice low. "Not just hear about it. I need to look people in the eyes and understand what this curse really did to them."
Lilia smiled gently, her own glowing belly catching the morning light. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Then we'll take you today."
Alicia was already halfway out the door, barefoot, blue robe fluttering. "I'll tell Mother!" she called, and disappeared down the hall.
Less than an hour later Alex was clean, oiled, and dressed in flowing black-and-gold robes that actually made him look like the hero everyone kept calling him. A light breakfast of honeyed fruit and warm bread settled his stomach, and then the three women led him down to the courtyard.
The open royal carriage waited, white horses stamping, gold trim gleaming under the sun. Queen Isabella wore deep crimson that hugged every pregnant curve. Alicia had chosen pale blue silk that did nothing to hide the soft swell of her belly. Lilia stayed close to Alex's side in simple white, silver hair loose down her back.
They rolled out of the palace gates and into the capital.
The streets were packed. Women lined both sides—young, old, noble, common—all thick, beautiful, and staring with raw hope. Some wept openly. Some reached out just to brush the hem of his robe as the carriage passed. Men stood behind them, heads bowed, many with tears on their faces.
Alex's throat tightened. This wasn't a parade. This was worship.
Halfway through the Noble Quarter the carriage slowed in front of a rose-marble mansion. On the wide front steps stood two women who made the entire crowd fade into background noise.
Lady Seraphina, forty-two, silver-streaked auburn hair piled high, body poured into an emerald gown so sheer it was practically criminal. Her breasts were enormous, heavy, milk-white, nipples dark against the fabric. Wide hips, thick thighs, the kind of figure that promised heaven. Her green eyes locked on Alex and never looked away.
Beside her stood her daughter, Lady Cecilia, twenty-five, same auburn hair loose down her back, same lush curves but tighter, younger. Her gown was pale gold, clinging to full breasts and a waist that hadn't yet carried a child. She was married—Alex could see the thin gold band on her finger—but her eyes held the same starving look as her mother's.
Alex's cock stirred hard under the robe. He didn't even try to hide it.
He leaned forward. "Stop here."
The carriage halted instantly. The crowd went dead silent.
Queen Isabella raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Alicia just grinned, already knowing.
Alex stood up in the open carriage so the entire street could hear him. "Lady Seraphina and Lady Cecilia," he called, voice carrying clear. "Your hero invites you—and your husbands—to the palace this afternoon. Private audience."
Seraphina's hand flew to her mouth. Cecilia swayed like she might faint. The crowd erupted into cheers and sobs.
Two hours later the rose garden pavilion was ready: silk cushions, shaded by cherry trees, trays of wine and sweets, soft music drifting from hidden corners.
Seraphina and Cecilia arrived in fresh gowns—emerald and gold again, even more transparent. Their husbands followed a step behind: Lord Alric, Seraphina's husband, tall and silver-haired, face blank with twenty years of shame. Lord Darius, Cecilia's husband, younger, handsome once, now pale and trembling.
Lilia and Alicia stood at Alex's sides like beautiful sentinels. Queen Isabella watched from a cushioned chair, content to observe.
Alex stepped forward and took Seraphina's hand first. He kissed her knuckles, then pulled her into a slow, deep kiss right in front of her husband. Alric's jaw clenched, but he didn't move.
Cecilia was next. Alex cupped her face and kissed her just as thoroughly, tasting wine and nerves. Darius made a broken sound behind her.
Alex led mother and daughter to the wide cushion in the center. He undressed them himself—slow, reverent—peeling silk away inch by inch while their husbands watched from chairs only a few feet away.
Seraphina's body was a masterpiece: heavy milky breasts, wide hips, soft belly marked faintly from one stillbirth twenty years ago. Cecilia was her mother made new: tighter skin, untouched womb, nipples stiff and begging.
Alex laid Seraphina down first. He kissed every inch of her while Alicia knelt between her thighs and licked slow, thorough circles. Lilia kissed Seraphina's mouth, swallowing every moan.
When Alex finally slid inside her, Seraphina cried out, legs wrapping around his waist like she never wanted to let go. He fucked her slow and deep, eyes locked on hers, letting her feel every inch. Alric watched his wife get claimed with tears running down his face.