Two years had woven Ethan Sinclair into the fabric of this world, erasing any lingering shadows of his old life on Earth. The rift that had brought him here was a distant memory, replaced by the vibrant reality of Eldoria and its allies. The defeat of Darius had sealed the rifts forever, banishing external threats and allowing the realm to flourish. Pregnancies continued to bloom—women quickening with his seed in waves of celebration—but Ethan's thoughts turned increasingly to the future generation. His daughters, sired across lands and tribes, were growing, and many had passed the age of five. Tradition in this world dictated that such children be sent to a sacred isle for training: the Isle of Dawn Shields, a fortified paradise where young girls learned strength, magic, and resilience against any invader—be it beast, shadow remnant, or the rare whisper of otherworldly men.
Ethan decided it was time to visit. Accompanied by Vaeloria, Liraya, and Valyndra—his unbreakable core party—they set sail on a swift Eldorian vessel, crewed by seasoned women warriors. The journey took five days across calm seas, the isle emerging like a emerald crown: rugged cliffs ringing sandy beaches, inland forests giving way to training grounds, temples, and villages built from white stone and living wood. No boys existed here—only daughters of the Breeder, raised in communal sisterhood, trained to resist any threat that might one day pierce the realm's peace.
They docked at a serene harbor, greeted by elder trainers—women from various tribes, nude or lightly clad, bodies marked by scars of past battles and symbols of fertility. The air hummed with youthful energy: laughter, shouts from sparring fields, songs from magic circles.
Ethan's heart swelled as they were led inland. His daughters—hundreds strong, aged five to ten—gathered in the central glade. They resembled their mothers: some with Vaeloria's dark skin and violet eyes, others Liraya's crimson hair and fiery gaze, Valyndra's towering height even young, or tribal traits like lush braids and large breasts beginning to bud. All strong, all trained.
A group rushed forward— with Vaeloria's fierce features, hugging his legs. "Father! Tell us of the sands!"
Vaeloria knelt, scooping one up. "My little spears... you've grown."
They spent days immersed: Ethan sparring with older girls, teaching dagger work; Vaeloria leading combat drills, her spear a blur as daughters mimicked; Liraya guiding magic circles, flames dancing harmlessly in tiny hands; Valyndra teaching sky-lore, lifting children on wind gusts for laughs.
One evening, by a warm lagoon, Ethan and Vaeloria sat with their shared daughters—ten strong, aged six to eight, dark-skinned and violet-eyed like their mother. They splashed in the water, bodies free and innocent, learning to swim with warrior efficiency.
Vaeloria leaned against him, hand on her belly—still rounded from elven pregnancy. "They'll be unbreakable. If beasts or men come, they'll stand."
Ethan kissed her. "Like their mother."
The girls climbed out, dripping, curling against them. "Father, will you visit again?"
"Always," he promised, heart aching at the thought of leaving.
But duty called—the realm's final unexplored corners awaited, shadow remnants to scout. After a tearful farewell, the party sailed home, daughters waving from cliffs, strong and ready.
Back in Eldoria that night, they sought solace in a grand hotel overlooking the harbor—opulent suites with silk beds, steaming baths, windows open to sea breezes. The four retreated to the master chamber, doors locked, world fading.
Desire ignited swiftly.
Valyndra, towering and golden, shed her leaf-mail first, long body stretching languidly. "The children stir memories... but tonight, we reclaim ourselves."
She pulled Ethan close, lips claiming his in a deep kiss, her swelling breasts pressing against his chest. He cupped them, thumbs circling pierced nipples, eliciting a low moan.
Vaeloria and Liraya circled, stripping slowly. Vaeloria's obsidian skin gleamed; Liraya's crimson hair cascaded like fire.
Valyndra sank to knees—her height making it eye-level—taking Ethan's hardening cock in her vast mouth, tongue swirling long and deft.
Ethan groaned. "Gods, your mouth... take me deeper."
She did, throat relaxing, humming vibrations through him.
Vaeloria knelt behind Valyndra, spreading long thighs, tongue delving into elven folds. "Taste so sweet... wet for us already."
Liraya kissed Ethan fiercely, hand joining Valyndra's mouth on his shaft. "Let us worship you... after the isle, you deserve release."
Valyndra rose, laying back on the massive bed, legs spreading wide—her elven pussy glistening, belly curved beautifully. Ethan positioned between, rubbing his head along her slit.
"Fuck me slow," she whispered. "Feel every inch."
He sank in—tight, rippling heat enveloping him. "So perfect... gripping me like that."
She arched, long legs wrapping his waist. "Deeper... fill this pregnant pussy."
He thrust steady, building rhythm, her moans resonant.
Vaeloria straddled Valyndra's face, grinding down. "Lick me... tongue that clit."
Liraya mounted Ethan's back, breasts pressing, hands reaching to rub Valyndra's nipples. "Pound her harder... make her cum."
Valyndra shuddered first—body glowing faintly, walls clenching. "Yes... coming... flood me!"
Ethan erupted, pulsing deep inside her.
They switched—Vaeloria on her back, legs over shoulders. "My turn... fuck me like the isle never ended."
He slammed in hard. "Take it... your pussy's so tight."
She clawed his back. "Harder... breed me again."
Liraya sat on her face; Valyndra rubbed her clit.
Vaeloria came roaring—walls milking him. "Cumming... fill me!"
Seed overflowed.
Liraya last—reverse cowgirl, riding wild. "Ride me deep... make me scream."
He thrust up. "Grind that ass... cum for me."
Valyndra and Vaeloria licked her nipples, fingers plunging.
She shattered—flames sparking harmlessly. "Yes... cumming hard!"
Ethan filled her last.
They collapsed tangled, sated, bonds unbreakable.
The realm secure, Ethan content—his world almost complete.
540 pregnancies in the second cycle and one more land to visit