The walls of Eldoria rose like old friends against the horizon, banners of blue and gold snapping in the brisk wind. The ship docked to thunderous cheers—citizens lining the harbors, children waving flower chains, warriors beating shields in rhythm. Word had spread ahead by swift riders: the Breeder returned victorious once more, bearing relics from sea and sky, accompanied now by a towering elven ally whose golden presence drew gasps and bows.
Valyndra stepped ashore first, eight feet of ethereal grace, leather traveling garb straining over her swelling belly and high breasts, golden hair cascading like sunlight. The crowd fell silent in awe, then erupted anew—songs rising of the "Sky-Mother" come to bless their city.
Ethan followed with Vaeloria and Liraya at his sides, their circle now four. The homecoming procession wound through streets strewn with petals: guild masters offering gifts, temple priestesses chanting blessings, pregnant women—bellies rounding from previous cycles—touching their swells in hopeful salute.
That night, the Guildhouse threw open every hall for a feast unmatched since the Naked Olympics. Tables groaned beneath roasted sky-deer from Valyndra's gift stores, spiced merfolk delicacies, and Eldoria's finest wines. Musicians played wild tunes; dancers swirled in silks that fell away as the hours deepened.
But Ethan's inner circle retreated early to his expanded chambers—now vast enough for Valyndra's height, bed reinforced with ancient oak, windows overlooking the starlit city.
Desire had simmered throughout the day—stolen touches on deck, heated glances during the procession. It boiled over the moment the doors closed.
Valyndra moved first, long fingers unlacing Ethan's tunic with deliberate slowness, violet eyes glowing. "I have dreamed of this bed since the ship," she murmured, voice resonant. "Claim me again, Seed-Bearer. Remind me why I left eternity behind."
She dropped to her knees—towering even then—and freed his cock, already hard and throbbing. Her tongue traced the length slow, savoring, before lips closed around the head, sucking gently at first, then deeper.
Ethan exhaled sharply. "That's it… take it slow… tease me with that mouth."
She hummed, vibration traveling straight to his spine, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the crown, eyes locked on his.
Vaeloria stripped behind her, pressing full breasts to Valyndra's back, hands reaching around to stroke Ethan's shaft as the elf sucked. Liraya circled, shedding crimson silks, fingers trailing fire-warm patterns over everyone she touched.
Valyndra took him deeper—throat opening effortlessly, nose brushing his pelvis. She held there, swallowing around him, then withdrew with deliberate slowness, saliva glistening.
"Gods, your tongue is unreal," Ethan groaned, guiding her head. "Keep going—just like that."
Liraya knelt beside the tall elf, sharing the task—tongues meeting around his shaft in wet, sloppy kisses, hands cupping balls, stroking base.
Vaeloria pushed Valyndra gently onto the bed, spreading those endless legs. "My turn to taste our new sister."
She buried her face between elven thighs, tongue delving deep. Valyndra arched, moaning around Ethan's cock as he fed it to her again.
The rhythm built—Vaeloria devouring Valyndra, Valyndra sucking Ethan greedily, Liraya alternating between licking his balls and joining Vaeloria below.
Valyndra came first—long body shuddering, thighs clamping Vaeloria's head, cry muffled around Ethan's length. "Yes—right there—don't stop—"
Ethan pulled free, slick and aching. "On your back. I want to watch you take me."
Valyndra obeyed, legs spreading impossibly wide. Ethan knelt between them, rubbing his head along her soaked entrance—teasing, pressing, retreating.
"Please," she whispered, hips lifting. "Fill me… I need you inside."
He sank in slow—one long thrust until fully seated. Her walls fluttered, adjusting to him even in her heightened state.
"Fuck… you're so tight," he breathed, beginning to move. "Tell me how it feels."
"So deep… stretching me perfectly," she gasped, hands clutching his shoulders. "Move… please move…"
He set a steady rhythm—long strokes pulling nearly out, then driving home. Vaeloria straddled Valyndra's face, grinding down; Liraya mounted Ethan reverse, guiding his fingers into her as she watched.
"Faster," Valyndra begged, voice muffled beneath Vaeloria. "I want to feel every inch—again and again—"
Ethan increased pace, hips snapping, bed creaking under their combined weight. "Like this? You want it harder?"
"Yes—gods yes—don't hold back—"
Liraya leaned forward, kissing Ethan fiercely as he pounded the elf beneath them.
Valyndra's second climax built visibly—long legs trembling, back arching. "I'm close—keep going—just like that—"
"Come for me," Ethan commanded, angling deeper. "Let me feel you break."
She shattered—body glowing faintly, pussy clenching in rhythmic waves, cry echoing through the chamber: "There—yes—coming so hard—"
The constriction pulled him over; he thrust deep and released, pulsing thick inside her, filling already-fertile depths with fresh claim.
They shifted seamlessly.
Vaeloria lay back, pulling Ethan atop her. "My turn. I've waited too long."
He entered her in one smooth thrust—familiar heat welcoming him home. She wrapped strong legs around his waist, heels digging.
"Finally," she growled, nails raking his back. "Remind me who I belong to."
He drove hard from the start—brutal, claiming strokes that rocked her body. "This what you needed? My cock owning you?"
"Yes—exactly this," she panted. "Don't stop—give me everything—"
Valyndra recovered, long fingers reaching to rub Vaeloria's clit as Ethan pounded. Liraya straddled Vaeloria's face, grinding slow.
"Harder," Vaeloria demanded between licks. "Make me feel it tomorrow—"
Ethan obliged, pace punishing, sweat slicking their skin.
She came with a warrior's roar—body seizing, walls milking him desperately. "Fuck—coming—yes—"
He followed seconds later, flooding her with heat.
Liraya claimed the finale—pushing Ethan onto his back, mounting him cowgirl, flames dancing harmlessly over her skin.
"I've been patient," she purred, sinking down slowly. "Now I take what's mine."
She rode with sorceress control—grinding circles, then bouncing hard, breasts swaying.
Ethan gripped her hips. "Ride me—show me how much you missed it."
She leaned forward, hair curtaining them. "I want it deep… want to feel you lose control."
Valyndra and Vaeloria flanked them—mouths on Liraya's nipples, fingers teasing her clit and Ethan's balls.
"Faster," Liraya gasped. "I'm so close—"
He thrust upward to meet her descent, hands spanking lightly. "Come on my cock—let go."
She shattered—body convulsing, magic sparking warm bursts around them, cry raw: "Yes—there—coming undone—"
Her climax dragged his final release—he surged deep and spent, pulsing until drained.
They collapsed in an exhausted tangle—Valyndra's long limbs draped over all, Vaeloria and Liraya curled against Ethan's sides.
The city celebrated long into dawn—feasts turning to open revels inspired by their Breeder's return. Valyndra walked among them the next day, blessing pregnant women with elven touches, her presence weaving new hope.
Healers' counts confirmed: from the voyage's lingering passions and the explosive homecoming, sixty-one more women now carried his seed—citizens, visitors, even a few who had shared the night's outer celebrations.
Added to the previous one hundred and fifty-seven, two hundred and eighteen in total swelled with promise.
Two hundred and eighteen flames burning ever brighter against the coming storm.
Valyndra stood with them on the walls at sunset, golden hair catching the dying light.
"The circle grows," she said softly, hand on her belly. "And so does our strength."
Ethan nodded, the next horizon already calling. 218 Women are pregnant in the second cycle