Dawn broke over Aeloria with a golden haze, the plaza transformed into an arena of raw desire and unyielding competition. Thousands of women filled the tiered crystal seats, a living mosaic of Elysara's beauty: curvaceous figures from the Village of Curves with overflowing tits and wide hips barely covered in sheer silks; sleek nymphs from the Sunken Groves with pearl-adorned breasts glistening like sea dew; tawny cat women from the Felara Pride with twitching ears and swishing tails, their athletic forms taut with anticipation; bronze-skinned fire priestesses from the Ember Plains whose skin seemed to shimmer with inner heat; ethereal sky dancers with floating hair and high, perky tits; pale ice-maidens from the Crystal Spires in frost-silk that clung to every curve; deep-ebony beauties from Nubian lands with full, heavy breasts and rounded asses that swayed hypnotically. Many proudly displayed the swelling bellies of Ethan's daughters, hands resting on their glowing curves as they whispered prayers for his victory.
The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, sweat, and feminine arousal, the twin moons still visible in the paling sky like silent judges.
Three massive beds of silk cushions, soft moss, and scattered flower petals waited at the center, arranged in a wide triangle. Low barriers of living vines separated them, allowing the crowd unobstructed views while giving the Breeders space to work. One hundred and fifty neutral volunteers—women from unaligned villages, bodies diverse in every imaginable way—lay waiting on each bed: petite Asians with smooth pussies and small perky tits; curvy black women with full asses and dark nipples; freckled redheads with hairy cunts and pale skin; olive-skinned beauties with dark hair and wide hips; blondes with high firm breasts and shaved mounds; all eager, legs spread wide, fingers already teasing swollen clits in anticipation.
Ethan stood on his assigned bed, naked, heart pounding with a mix of determination and lingering conflict. Nine hundred and forty pregnancies—his legacy, built through love, redemption, and endless passion. But the rivals' arrival had stirred old doubts. The prophecy's thousand would restore balance... and potentially reopen the veil. Return home? To a mundane world without Vaeloria's devotion, without his daughters' strength, without this life of purpose and pleasure? He wasn't sure.
His core harem encircled the bed's edge: Vaeloria towering like a silver-haired goddess, her seven-foot form radiating protective love, enormous bare tits heaving with each breath, nipples dark and erect in the morning air; Thora and Brynja with greatswords ready, pregnant bellies proud; Rowan with her freckled smile and swollen belly, green eyes filled with faith; Elara, Liora, Sylva watching with loving intensity.
Kael and Raek took their beds, their superior physiques drawing gasps. Kael's six-foot-five frame was sculpted ice—broader shoulders, deeper chest, sharper abs, thicker arms. Raek's six-foot-seven bronze body was raw power—bulging muscles, massive chest, corded arms.
Their followers knelt ready—fifty each, eyes glazed with devotion.
The sky dancer's voice rang out: "The challenge: who can make the most neutral women cum without spilling your own seed. One hundred volunteers each first. Extend if tie. Winner claims priority in the next three realms; losers withdraw entirely. Followers may edge, but not cause release. Begin!"
The horn blasted.
Kael moved with cold precision. He selected his first—a petite Asian volunteer with small firm tits and a smooth pussy. Laying her back, he parted her thighs and dove in, tongue flicking her clit with calculated strokes, fingers curling inside her in perfect rhythm. She came fast, back arching, pussy squirting on his face. His ice women swarmed his massive pale cock—two deep-throating in turns, lips stretching wide, saliva dripping as they kept him throbbing but edged.
Raek was brutal passion. He grabbed a curvy black volunteer with heavy tits and wide hips, bending her over and thrusting fingers deep into her hairy pussy while sucking her clit hard. She screamed, gushing on his hand. His desert women worshipped his bronze monster—one swallowing him to the root, throat bulging, others licking balls and ass.
Ethan started with heart. His first—a freckled redhead with medium tits and trimmed pussy. He kissed her deeply, sucking nipples until they hardened, then ate her out with tender intensity. She came shuddering, pussy clenching around his fingers. Neutral attendants sucked his cock eagerly, keeping him hard.
Moans filled the plaza.
Twenty for Kael—women cumming fast under his icy skill.
Twenty-five for Raek—volunteers begging as he overwhelmed them.
Ethan matched, each woman cumming hard under his touch.
Fifty. Sixty. The crowd chanted.
At one hundred, perfect tie—volunteers spent, pussies twitching.
"Extend!" the sky dancer called. "Fifty more each!"
More volunteers rushed in.
Kael and Raek pushed harder. Kael used ice-magic fingers; Raek fisted to explosive orgasms.
Ethan felt the strain—cock aching in attendants' throats—but held, making every woman feel cherished.
One hundred and twenty. One hundred and thirty.
At one hundred and fifty, the rivals faltered.
Raek first—a tight pussy grinding on his fingers broke him. He groaned, cum erupting in ropes.
Kael lasted seconds longer—a squirting volunteer pushed him over, cum shooting in arcs.
Only Ethan remained, pushing to two hundred—women cumming in endless waves, pussies clenching, squirting, screaming his name. His stamina, forged in the lake and a year of love, held unbreakable.
Victory.
The plaza erupted in deafening cheers.
That night, in the pavilion, Vaeloria celebrated with him.
She mounted him slowly, pussy gripping tight. "You won," she moaned, enormous tits bouncing as she rode.
Ethan sucked her massive tits—milk flowing sweet into his mouth as she gasped.
He thrust up, cumming deep inside her, thick ropes filling her womb.
As they lay tangled, he whispered, "I was conflicted... about returning after one thousand."
Vaeloria smiled, hand on her belly. "Good—because I'm pregnant with your child. Our daughter will be the strongest yet."
Nine hundred and forty one pregnancies.
Ethans goal becomes conflicted