The Gilded Tankard was packed to the rafters, the air thick with woodsmoke, spilled ale, and the heavy musk of aroused bodies. Every bench, every table, every corner of the tavern groaned under the weight of villagers who had come to witness—or join—the final night of the harvest tithe. Torches and lanterns cast flickering gold across sweat-slick skin; the low ceiling trapped heat and moans until the whole room felt like a furnace.
I sat on the bar itself like a throne, legs spread, cock standing proud—eleven throbbing inches, veined and slick, balls heavy and churning. Naked, scarred, unashamed. The crowd parted around me in reverent silence.
Before me knelt the five women I had claimed.
Mira—blacksmith's widow, soot-streaked skin, HH-cup tits hanging heavy, nipples leaking tiny beads of milk, her thick thighs spread to reveal a hairy pink pussy still dripping my seed from earlier.
Lira—healer, soft and lavender-scented, J-cup breasts splayed against her thighs, bushy golden curls matted with arousal that trailed constantly down her legs.
Serna—mayor's wife, golden hair disheveled, monstrous K-cups swaying, her plump hairy lips swollen and weeping nectar in slow rivulets.
And the triplets—Rina, Tana, and Lena—identical tavern wenches at forty, each with G-cup tits that jiggled like jelly with every breath, massive soft asses presented high, identical dark bushes framing constantly dripping cunts that left wet spots on the floorboards.
All five were naked, collared with simple leather cords I had fastened around their throats earlier—light marks of ownership. Their eyes burned with cock-drunk hunger.
The deepthroat relay began.
Rina went first, crawling forward on hands and knees, massive tits dragging across the floor. She looked up at me, lips parted.
"May I, Master?"
I nodded.
She rose on her knees, hands behind her back, and engulfed me. Her throat bulged instantly as the fat head pushed past her tonsils—*glurk*—saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth. Her identical sisters watched, fingering their own hairy slits, jealous whimpers escaping.
I fisted her dark hair—gentle tug, guiding deeper. Her nose pressed to my pelvis; her throat milked me in rhythmic spasms. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she held—thirty seconds, forty—until her face turned red.
She pulled off with a wet *gasp*, strings of spit connecting her lips to my shaft.
Tana next—eager, competitive. She attacked faster, sloppy, tits bouncing wildly as she bobbed. *Gluck-gluck-gluck.* Her throat was tighter; she gagged sooner but fought through it, mascara running.
Lena lasted longest—slow, worshipful, taking every inch until her neck showed the obscene outline of my cock. Her hairy pussy squirted untouched onto the floor when I praised her with a light hair-pull.
The winner: Lena. Prize—first breeding.
The crowd cheered hoarsely.
I commanded the conquered MILFs—Mira, Lira, Serna—to service the villagers while I claimed the triplets. They obeyed instantly, crawling to the nearest men, mouths opening eagerly. Mira took two cocks at once, her massive HH-cups wrapped around a third. Lira's soft J-cups were mauled as she deepthroated a farmer, milk spraying in warm arcs. Serna—once so prim—was bent over a table, hairy cunt and ass offered freely, moaning like a whore as hands spanked her jelly cheeks pink.
The tavern dissolved into controlled chaos—moans, wet slaps, the scent of cum and pussy thick in the air.
I focused on the triplets.
First Lena—bent over the bar beside me, jelly ass high. I spread her cheeks wide; her hairy pink lips parted, drooling nectar in a steady stream. Her asshole winked above, already slick from my earlier teasing.
I plunged into her cunt first—one brutal thrust. She screamed, tits slapping the bar. Her walls clenched like velvet vice; the bulge in her belly was visible as I bottomed out. I fucked her savagely—*plap-plap-plap*—each stroke making her massive ass ripple like waves. Light spanks punctuated the rhythm, turning both cheeks glowing red.
Her sisters watched, fingering themselves frantically.
I switched to her ass—slow stretch, crown popping past the ring with a wet *schluck*. She came instantly, squirting across the bar, milk jetting from her swinging G-cups.
Rina and Tana next—side by side on all fours, asses presented identically. I rotated between them—ten thrusts in Rina's dripping hairy cunt, then Tana's tight ass, alternating until both were babbling, jelly cheeks jiggling in unison.
The grand finish.
I lined all five women on the floor in a row—on hands and knees, asses high, faces down. Mira first, then Lira, Serna, the triplets last. A perfect breeding chain.
The villagers circled, stroking themselves, some already painting the MILFs' backs and tits with early loads.
I started with Mira—slamming into her hairy cunt, balls slapping her clit. A dozen thrusts, then pulled out and moved to Lira—same hole. Then Serna. Then the triplets—cunt, ass, cunt.
Back and forth, faster, holes gaping and drooling mixed fluids.
Finally, I buried myself in Lena—the winner—one last time. Her ass this round.
I came like a flood.
The first rope blasted deep into her bowels—thick, hot, endless. Pulse after pulse, so much it filled her instantly. When I pulled back slightly, cum surged forward through the chain—my withdrawal pushing previous loads out of each woman in sequence.
A waterfall of seed: from Lena's ruined ass, bubbling out in creamy rivers, dripping onto Tana's back, mixing with what leaked from Rina, flowing down the line until Mira's hairy pussy overflowed anew, pooling on the floor.
All five collapsed, trembling, holes gaping and leaking, bodies streaked with milk and cum. Their leather collars glistened with sweat.
The village elders—gray-bearded and wide-eyed—stepped forward, scrolls in hand.
"The Spirit has spoken," the eldest declared, voice shaking. "The wanderer's seed brings bounty beyond any tithe before. The covenant is rewritten."
He unrolled the parchment for all to see.
Permanent Tithe-Bearer. My bloodline the new harvest blessing. The women—my harem—forever bound to serve.
The tavern erupted in cheers.
I remained on my throne-bar, cock still hard, dripping, as the five MILFs crawled back to me. One by one, they licked me clean—Mira's rough tongue on my balls, Lira's soft lips on the shaft, Serna worshipping the head, the triplets sharing the foreskin.
The harvest was secure.
And Lowcrag Hollow was mine.