Cecilia couldn't wait anymore. She crawled over her mother's body and kissed Alex desperately while he was still buried in Seraphina. Alex pulled out slow, strings of juice connecting them, and turned to the daughter.
He took Cecilia on her back, legs over his shoulders, sliding in inch by inch while Seraphina held her daughter's hand and whispered encouragement. Darius sobbed quietly in his chair, unable to look away.
Alicia wasn't idle. She straddled Seraphina's face, letting the noble lady taste her while Alex bred her daughter. Lilia knelt behind Alex, licking where he joined Cecilia, then lower, rimming him slow until his thrusts stuttered.
Cecilia came first—hard, screaming into her mother's breast, pussy clamping like a vice. Alex pushed deep and filled her, watching her belly glow bright gold for the first time.
He wasn't finished.
He pulled Seraphina on top of him next, letting her ride slow while Cecilia kissed her mother's heavy swinging breasts. Alric and Darius watched their wives share the same cock, the same seed, the same future.
When Seraphina finally came, it was with a broken cry of pure relief. Alex held her hips and pumped another thick load into her waiting womb. Her belly glowed brighter than her daughter's.
The two women collapsed together, arms around each other, legs tangled, cum leaking slow from both well-fucked pussies.
Alex sat back, breathing hard, cock still half-hard and shining.
He looked at the two husbands—tears on their faces, pants still flat.
"This is the new world," he said quietly. "Your wives are mothers now. Be proud."
Seraphina turned her head and smiled at Alric through happy tears. Cecilia reached a trembling hand toward Darius.
Neither man spoke. They just bowed their heads and accepted.
Outside the pavilion, cherry petals drifted down like soft pink snow.
Inside, two new glowing bellies proved the curse was still breaking—one slow, filthy, loving load at a time.
The sun had dipped low by the time Seraphina and Cecilia stopped trembling. Both women lay curled together on the ruined cushions, glowing bellies pressed tight, thick white rivers still leaking from their well-used pussies. Alex collapsed onto his back in the grass, chest heaving, cock finally softening to half-hard. "Jesus… I need sleep. Or food. Or both," he muttered.
Queen Isabella stepped out from behind the cherry trees, red gown fluttering, a soft smile on her lips. "I would give you a week, my love, but the Thornvale border tribe sent a hawk at dawn." She knelt beside him and brushed damp hair from his forehead. "Their women are deep in their fertile season. The curse hit the border folk hardest; without children they lose hope, and without hope they'll break the alliance and raid our villages. Politics, darling."
Alex groaned loud enough for the birds to hear. "Of course. Politics with extra pussy."
Alicia crawled over, completely naked, glowing belly already rounding, and straddled his thigh like it belonged to her. "Don't worry," she purred, grinding slow. "It's only a half-day ride. And I'll make sure you never get bored." The once-shy princess now said filthy things without blinking. Alex stared at her, half amused, half shocked. "When the hell did you turn into this?" he asked, thumb brushing her lower lip. She licked it and smiled. "The second you came inside me, hero. You broke something very good in me."
Lilia laughed softly and kissed his cheek. "We leave in one hour. Serena and Nyx are already packing. The original three summoners plus our princess should be enough for the tribe."
Two hours later the reinforced royal carriage rolled out of the palace gates. It was bigger than the open parade one—thick curtains, padded benches that folded into beds, plenty of room to get comfortable. Alex sat in the middle, loose black robes open at the chest. Lilia leaned against his left side, silver hair loose. Nyx pressed purple tits against his right arm, grinning. Serena rode up front with the driver, armor clanking every bump. Alicia knelt between his legs on the floor, head resting on his thigh like it was her personal pillow.
The carriage rocked gently. Alex looked down at the princess. "You're really not the same girl I met three days ago." Alicia looked up, green eyes sparkling. "That girl never had a real cock inside her. This girl has had three loads today and still wants more." She tugged his robe open and freed his half-hard cock, kissing the tip soft. "Let me keep you warm for the village."
Lilia's hand slid into his robe, fingers teasing his balls. Nyx licked his ear and whispered, "Save a little for the village girls. They bite when they're horny."
The ride turned into four hours of slow, lazy teasing—Alicia sucking him soft and slow, Lilia and Nyx taking turns riding his fingers, nobody letting him finish. By the time the carriage rolled into the Thornvale settlement at dusk, Alex was hard again and aching.
The village was a ring of sturdy log houses around a huge bonfire. Drums thumped low. Every woman in sight was thick, curvy, and clearly desperate—hips swaying, cheeks flushed, some openly touching themselves through thin dresses.
Waiting at the entrance were three women.
Village matron Mara—forty-five, red-haired, massive heavy breasts barely covered by a leather vest, wide hips, thick thighs, the kind of body that had borne many children before the curse. Her daughter Asha—twenty-four, same red hair in a long braid, same lush curves but younger and tighter, married last year, no babies yet because of the curse. And Asha's best friend Kira—black-haired, green-eyed, sleek and deadly-looking, hips swaying like she was already riding something.
Mara stepped forward first, voice rough with need. "Hero of the capital… our women burn. Help us, and the border stays peaceful forever."
Asha's eyes locked on the obvious bulge in Alex's robe. Kira bit her lip.
Alex climbed down from the carriage, legs shaky from Alicia's teasing. He looked at the three women, then back at his own group. "Private house," he said, voice steady. "One at a time… or all at once if you can behave. But slow. I do this my way."
Alicia hopped down beside him, naked under her open cloak, and took his arm like she owned him. "Don't worry, ladies," she said with that new filthy smile. "He lasts forever. You'll all get exactly what you need."
The drums got louder. The bonfire roared higher. And the night had only just started.