After weeks of strengthening the wards around Willowmere and careful planning, the decision was made: Ethan must travel. To stay in one place too long would invite the Shadow Women to mass an overwhelming assault. The prophecies spoke of the Breeder walking the breadth of Elysara, blessing every realm.
Their first destination lay three days' journey south: the legendary Village of Curves, nestled in a lush valley where the soil was said to be richest and the women the most voluptuous in all the world.
To protect him on the road, Seraphine assigned two of Willowmere's elite guardians—Amazon warriors from the border clans.
Thora and Brynja towered over most women, nearly six-and-a-half feet each, with powerful, thickly muscled bodies wrapped in hard-earned curves. Broad shoulders, massive breasts that strained against leather harnesses, wide hips, and asses so round and firm they looked sculpted. Their skin was sun-bronzed, blonde hair braided with warrior beads.
They knelt before Ethan the night before departure.
"Our swords, our shields, our lives are yours," Thora rumbled, ice-blue eyes fierce. "In exchange, we ask only the honor of your seed when we camp each night. Our bodies will guard you by day and warm you by night."
Brynja grinned, green eyes sparkling. "And we promise to make the warming very thorough."
Ethan, already hardened by the sight of them, agreed without hesitation.
The journey passed in a haze of guarded travel and nightly passion.
Each evening, after the small party made camp, Thora and Brynja would strip off their armor. Their huge tits spilled free—thick pink nipples already hard. They took turns riding his face and his dick, pussies dripping from the day's anticipation.
Thora liked to pin his wrists above his head while she slammed her soaked cunt down onto his cock, her heavy breasts swinging in his face until he sucked a nipple deep and she came with a roar.
Brynja preferred reverse, gripping his thighs as she bounced her perfect ass up and down his shaft, making it disappear completely inside her tight, greedy pussy until he exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb.
By the time they crested the final hill and looked down into the valley, Ethan had filled each Amazon multiple times. Their leather harnesses now rode a little tighter across softly swelling bellies.
The Village of Curves lived up to every whisper.
The women here were built like fertility goddesses come to life. Hips flared dramatically, asses so plump and round they jiggled with every step. Breasts were universally enormous—some the size of watermelons, spilling over low-cut blouses or barely contained by woven vine tops. Waists dipped in dramatically before exploding outward into thick thighs and soft, inviting bellies. Every figure was an hourglass taken to divine extremes.
They greeted the party with joyous cries, flowers, and open arms. The village elder—a stunning matron named Valeria with breasts so massive they rested on the table when she sat—embraced Ethan warmly, her soft body pressing against him from chest to thigh.
"Welcome, Breeder," she purred, voice like honey. "Our valley has waited generations for you. Every woman here is ripe, eager, and ready to receive your gift."
That very night, the welcoming feast turned into the most decadent display yet.
A wide, cushioned pavilion had been prepared in the village center, piled high with silks and pillows. Dozens of the curviest women attended Ethan at once—feeding him ripe fruits from between their cleavage, massaging his body with scented oils that made his dick throb instantly hard.
Valeria herself claimed the first ride. She pushed him back onto the cushions and straddled him, her colossal tits swaying as she guided his slick cock to her shaved, dripping pussy. She sank down slowly, walls stretching around his thickness with wet, greedy sounds.
"Gods, you're big," she moaned, beginning to roll her wide hips in slow circles. Her ass cheeks clapped softly against his thighs as she picked up speed, pussy juicing down his shaft and balls.
Around them, the other women watched or pleasured each other—fingers buried in slick cunts, mouths sucking heavy nipples—waiting their turn.
Valeria rode him to a shattering climax, her pussy clamping down as she came, milking every drop of cum from his pulsing dick. Thick spurts flooded her womb until it leaked out around his base.
She rose with a satisfied smile, cum dripping down her thick thighs, and beckoned the next.
One after another they came—soft, jiggling bodies in endless variety. A pair of twins with asses so enormous they had to turn sideways to lower themselves onto him. A shy young woman whose tits were so sensitive she came just from him sucking her nipples while buried balls-deep in her gushing pussy.
Thora and Brynja stood guard at the edges of the pavilion, but even they joined when invited—fucking him between villagers, their powerful bodies a reminder of his protection.
By dawn, Ethan had lost count of how many times he'd cum—only that his balls ached deliciously and the pavilion smelled of sex and satisfied women.
Valeria knelt beside him as the sun rose, stroking his still-hard dick lazily.
"Six of us already feel the quickening," she whispered. "Your seed takes fast in our fertile soil. Stay as long as you can, Breeder. We have hundreds more ready for you."
Ethan groaned in pleasure as another voluptuous beauty straddled him, her massive ass descending toward his waiting cock.
In the Village of Curves, the road to a thousand pregnancies felt a little shorter—and infinitely more enjoyable.