The Sunken Groves had been left behind, their queen's farewell a symphony of whale-song and glowing pearls. Ethan's procession returned to the surface after a month of underwater blessings, pushing the pregnancy count to seven hundred and eighty—new nymph daughters already showing signs of aquatic Amazon strength, tails forming in wombs that would birth guardians of the deep. The eclipse's reset had been a thoughtful turning point, reminding all that Elysara's balance was fragile, but the renewed fertility from Abyssa's pearls made each coupling more potent, quickening lives faster than ever.
Back in Aeloria, the city buzzed with preparations for the next realm. Vaeloria, ever the devoted assistant, unrolled the enchanted map in the pavilion, her seven-foot frame leaning over it as her enormous tits brushed the parchment. "The Whispering Jungle to the east," she said, finger tracing a dense green expanse two days' travel from the main city. "Home to the Felara—the cat women. They summon you."
The summons had arrived via a sleek, black-furred messenger: a cougar-like woman with twitching ears and a swishing tail, her body lithe and muscular, clad in minimal leaf wraps that barely contained her firm breasts and rounded ass. "The Pride Mothers call the Breeder," she had purred, golden eyes gleaming. "Our litters weaken. Come, or our claws dull forever."
Ethan nodded. "Two days' travel. Let's go."
The journey through the rainforest was a trek of humid beauty and hidden dangers. Towering trees with vines thick as arms formed a canopy that blocked the sun, turning the path into a dappled green labyrinth. Exotic birds called from branches, and occasional void whispers rustled leaves, but the Amazon daughters—now a hundred strong from recent births—cleared paths with ease.
Vaeloria walked at Ethan's side on the steed, her silver hair matted with humidity, enormous tits swaying with each step. Thora and Brynja scouted ahead, their pregnant forms still agile in the undergrowth.
On the second day, the rainforest parted to reveal the Felara Pride Lands: a hidden glade of massive banyan trees interwoven into living dens, waterfalls cascading into clear pools, and platforms high in the branches connected by vine bridges. The air smelled of musk and wild flowers.
One hundred and fifty cat women awaited—literally cougars in humanoid form. Bodies sleek and athletic, with furred ears, tails, and claws; skin tones from tawny gold to midnight black; hair wild manes in spotted patterns. They were harder to impregnate, as Vaeloria explained en route—their feline cycles demanding precision and stamina, litters rare without a true Breeder's potent seed.
Pride Mother Lirra greeted them—a massive cat woman matching Vaeloria's size, seven feet of golden-furred power with breasts like ripe melons, ass a firm heart-shape, and a tail that swished with authority. "Breeder," she purred, voice a low rumble. "Our pride fades. Breed us strong, or the jungle claims us."
The welcome feast was primal: roasted jungle beasts over open fires, fruits bursting with juice, and dances where cat women prowled on all fours, tails high, pussies exposed in invitation.
That night, the breeding began in the central tree-den—a vast platform of woven branches overlooking the canopy.
Ethan was placed on a bed of soft moss, naked and ready. The first ten cat women approached—diverse and feral: one with black fur and piercing green eyes, another tawny with spotted patterns on her tits.
They pounced.
The black-furred one straddled his face first, her hairy pussy grinding down with animal need. Ethan licked deep, tongue plunging into her musky folds as she yowled, juices gushing onto his chin.
A tawny one mounted his cock, her tight pussy clenching like a vice as she rode hard, tail wrapping his leg. "Breed me!" she growled, ass bouncing.
Others joined—mouths sucking his balls, claws lightly raking his chest, tits pressing against him in a furry, warm pile. He came inside the tawny one first—thick ropes filling her womb, but she shook her head. "Not yet. Cat cycles demand more."
The orgy lasted hours, women rotating in waves. Ethan fucked them in every position: doggy with tails pulled, missionary with claws digging into his back, reverse with asses flexing.
Vaeloria watched from the edge, her role as assistant keeping her sidelined, enormous tits heaving with frustration. But her eyes locked on Lirra—the Pride Mother, matching her in size and presence.
As the night deepened, Lirra approached Vaeloria. "You crave him," she purred, tail brushing the giantess's leg. "But I see hunger in you for more."
Vaeloria's sapphire eyes flickered. "My penance is to serve, not take."
Lirra laughed, a throaty rumble. "Serve yourself tonight. With me."
The two giants circled each other—Vaeloria's silver hair flowing, Lirra's golden fur rippling. They collided in a passionate embrace, lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Lirra's claws raked lightly down Vaeloria's back, drawing soft moans.
They fell to the moss, Lirra on top—her massive tits pressing against Vaeloria's even larger ones. Lirra's tail teased between Vaeloria's thighs, brushing her smooth pussy. "Let me taste your redemption," Lirra growled, lowering her head.
Her tongue—rough like a cat's—lapped at Vaeloria's folds, circling her clit with firm strokes. Vaeloria arched, enormous tits bouncing, hands tangling in Lirra's mane. "Yes... deeper..."
Lirra's fingers joined—two, then three, thrusting into Vaeloria's dripping cunt while her mouth sucked the clit hard. Vaeloria came with a roar, juices squirting onto Lirra's face, body shuddering in release.
They switched—Vaeloria flipping the Pride Mother onto her back, burying her face in Lirra's hairy pussy, tongue plunging deep as fingers teased her ass. Lirra yowled, claws scratching the moss, cumming hard with a gush that soaked Vaeloria's silver hair.
Thora and Brynja, guarding the den, exchanged heated glances and joined nearby—kissing passionately, fingers in each other's pussies as they watched the giants.
Ethan, surrounded by cat women, glanced over during a brief lull—his cock buried in a spotted pussy—and felt a surge of arousal at the sight.
The three months passed in a haze of feral breeding.
Cat women were indeed harder to impregnate—their cycles demanding multiple sessions, stamina, and precision. Ethan spent days in the tree-dens, fucking groups of ten or twenty: pussies hairy or smooth, tight and yowling as he thrust deep, cum filling wombs until finally quickening sparked.
One memorable night, a particularly feral cougar with black fur pounced him from behind. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me like the little whore I am!" she screamed as he entered her roughly from behind. He started pounding into her hard and fast, hands coming down on her ass cheeks with loud smacks. "Harder! Smack my ass harder!" she begged, tail thrashing, pussy clenching around his dick as he came deep inside, her yowls echoing through the jungle.
Vaeloria continued her assistant role—organizing rotations, ensuring Ethan's nourishment with jungle fruits—but her lesbian trysts with Lirra became nightly, the two giants exploring each other's bodies in passionate, submissive exchanges that left them spent and glowing.
Thora and Brynja guarded but indulged in the cat women's playful pounces, their pregnant pussies taking feline tongues and fingers in steamy side sessions.
By the end of three months, one hundred and fifty cat women quickened—hard-won pregnancies that would birth litters of strong, clawed Amazons.
Eight hundred and ninety overall.
The Felara Pride was renewed.
As the procession prepared to leave, Lirra embraced Vaeloria one last time. "Visit again, silver sister. Our beds wait."
Vaeloria smiled, submissive yet content. "Only if my lord commands."
The rainforest parted, the next realm calling.
But in the shadows of the trees, a new whisper stirred—void beasts evolving, adapting to the growing light.
The battles were far from over.
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