Two years had forged Ethan Sinclair into the undisputed Breeder of this world, his exploits a legend whispered in every corner from sunlit valleys to shadowy depths. The realm stood united, its women swelling with his legacy, alliances unbreakable. But one final kingdom remained uncharted—a realm deeper than the goblin lairs, buried in the earth's black heart, where ancient maps ended in warnings of "The Abyss Dominion." Whispers from goblin scouts spoke of demonic succubi, seductive yet dominant, who ruled with iron will and hated men as weak vessels to be broken. Curiosity burned in Ethan; to secure the world fully, he had to reach every civilization, breed every willing tribe.
With Vaeloria's fierce spear, Liraya's blazing fire, and Valyndra's towering sky-magic, they descended. The entrance was a forgotten crevice in Eldoria's eastern mountains, plunging miles beyond goblin tunnels. Air grew thick and hot, lit by veins of glowing red crystal. After days of rappelling and navigating labyrinths, they emerged into a vast cavern empire: obsidian spires rising like fangs, lakes of molten lava casting hellish glows, thrones of bone and chain. And the succubi—hundreds of demonic women, skin shades of crimson and ebony, horns curling elegantly, tails whipping, wings folded. Bodies voluptuous and commanding: full breasts with pierced nipples, curvaceous hips, pussies smooth or adorned with infernal runes. Some were futa—cocks thick and veined, rising from demonic folds, balls heavy with seed.
They were ambushed in the central throne hall—shadows coiling like ropes, binding the party before they could react. Ethan struggled against ethereal chains pinning his arms to a stone altar, his companions similarly restrained on platforms around him. Vaeloria snarled, muscles straining; Liraya's flames flickered but died in the suppressive magic; Valyndra's winds whipped futilely.
Succubi swarmed—dominant, laughing in husky voices. "Surface fools... men are toys here."
They stripped the party nude—clothes torn away, bodies exposed. Succubi fondled roughly: hands squeezing Vaeloria's breasts, pinching nipples hard. "Such strong tits... we'll break you."
One sat on Liraya's face, grinding her wet pussy down, coating the sorceress in juices. "Lick, fire bitch... taste demon nectar."
Liraya gasped, tongue forced to comply as arousal magic seeped in.
Another succubus knelt between Ethan's legs, sucking his dick slow and deep, tongue swirling infernal heat. "Mmm... the Breeder's cock... we'll milk you dry."
Others licked pussies—tails probing Valyndra's folds, fingers delving into Vaeloria's ass. "Wet already? Pathetic."
Ethan groaned, hardening despite rage. "Release us... we came in peace."
The head succubus entered—towering, crimson-skinned, horns like a crown, wings vast and leathery, breasts enormous with black nipples, pussy dripping dominance, futa cock massive and ridged below. Lilitha—queen of the abyss.
She strode forward, tail lashing. "Peace? You just had to reach every civilization, Breeder. Curiosity killed the cat—and your last one was your mistake. We hate men; we dominate them. We've heard of your exploits on the surface: breeding like a stud horse, treating women as 'companions.' Weak. Here, they're slaves to desire."
Futa succubi mounted Ethan's girls: one thrusting into Vaeloria's pussy roughly, ridges stretching her. "Take this demon dick... beg for more."
Vaeloria grunted, struggling. "Get... off..."
Another futa pounded Liraya doggy-style, cock slamming deep. "Scream for me, fire slut."
Liraya moaned despite herself. "Ah... too big..."
Valyndra, lifted by chains, took two futa—cock in pussy, tail in ass. "Break for us, giant bitch."
Lilitha straddled Ethan, her pussy hovering over his saliva-slick cock. "Now, Breeder... feel true dominion."
She sank down rough—pussy scalding tight, walls rippling with demonic magic. She rode hard, breasts bouncing, claws raking his chest.
Ethan thrust up instinctively, groaning. "You... won't break us..."
She laughed, grinding deeper. "Oh, but I will. Cum inside me... seal your fate."
The hall filled with moans—his girls pounded relentlessly by futa cocks, bodies betraying them with pleasure.
Vaeloria came first—pussy clenching around the ridged dick. "No... cumming... ahhh!"
Liraya followed, squirting on the thrusting shaft. "Too much... exploding!"
Valyndra shuddered, dual penetration overwhelming. "Gods... releasing..."
Ethan felt the build—Lilitha's pussy milking him expertly. "Cum, Breeder... give me your essence."
He erupted—ropes flooding her, stomach glowing red as infernal magic activated.
Lilitha arched, laughing triumphantly. "Yes! The final child you bear will be mine—demonic, dominant. And your breeding ability? Sealed forever. No more legacies, surface fool."
Ethan gasped, feeling a void open inside—his seed's magic drained, ability to impregnate gone. He could still fuck, still pleasure, but no more children. The primary reason for his summoning—lost.
The succubi released them, sated, vanishing into shadows with mocking laughs. "Go... broken Breeder."
The party staggered back to the surface, wounded but alive. In Eldoria, healers confirmed: Ethan's breeding sealed, no more pregnancies possible. The realm's future hung in balance—daughters strong, but no new generations from him.
What would happen? Whispers spread: would the women seek a new Breeder? Some gazed at the horizons, wondering if another rift might bring salvation. But Ethan's companions stood firm.
Vaeloria held him close. "Breeder or not... you're ours."
Liraya kissed him. "We fight on."
Valyndra nodded. "The realm endures."
The story shifted—unity tested, future uncertain.
Weeks had passed since the harrowing descent into the Abyss Dominion, the succubi's curse sealing Ethan's breeding ability forever. The realm adjusted uneasily—women still swelled with his prior legacies, but the future loomed uncertain. Whispers spread in taverns and temples: without new pregnancies, how would the population thrive? Ethan could still fuck, still pleasure, but his seed was barren, a hollow echo of his former power. His companions stood by him—Vaeloria's fierce loyalty unshakeable, Liraya's fire undimmed, Valyndra's elven grace a pillar—but the wider world stirred with doubt.
To quell the unrest, Ethan hosted intimate gatherings in the palace, inviting women from every corner: merfolk with shimmering scales, elves tall and elegant, goblins sly and compact, nudists lush and hairy, all mingling in hopes of reigniting unity through passion. One such night, in the grand bedchamber overlooking the city, he gathered a select group—twenty women representing the lands, bodies diverse and eager, all nude and oiled under candlelight.
The room was a haven of silk and incense: massive bed piled with furs, mirrors reflecting every angle, platters of aphrodisiac fruits and wines. Ethan stood center, bare and muscled, cock already half-hard from anticipation. His companions flanked him, ready to join or orchestrate.
Solara, the nudist matriarch with her massive breasts and thick hairy pussy, approached first, hips swaying. "Breeder... or whatever you are now... show us you still have fire."
She pushed him onto the bed, straddling his face, grinding her lush bush against his mouth. "Lick me... tongue that hairy clit... make me wet for you."
Ethan obeyed, tongue delving through her curls, tasting earthy sweetness, lapping her swollen lips. She moaned, large breasts heaving. "Deeper... fuck me with your tongue... yes, like that!"
Vaeloria knelt beside, sucking his cock deep. "Get hard for them... let me taste you."
Liraya and Valyndra circled, hands fondling the gathering women—pinching nipples, fingering pussies. A merfolk beauty with blue scales and slick folds pressed against Liraya. "Finger me... make me squirt on your hand."
The scene ignited.
Solara rode Ethan's face harder, hairy pussy coating his chin. "Suck my clit... bite it gently... oh gods, don't stop!"
He felt her tremble, but focused on the growing crowd. A goblin thief named Shadra climbed onto his cock, small green body sinking down. "Fuck this tight goblin pussy... stretch me wide."
Ethan thrust up, gripping her wiry hips. "Take it all... feel how deep I go."
Shadra bounced, perky breasts jiggling. "Harder... pound my cunt... make me cum on your dick!"
An elven archer from Aeloria straddled his chest, hairy mound grinding his skin. "Rub against me... feel my bush on you... now lick my ass."
He alternated tongues—Solara's pussy, the elf's ass—moans blending.
" Deeper in my hole... tongue-fuck my ass... yes!"
Women piled on— a futa succubus remnant (allied now) thrust into a nudist's hairy ass beside him. "Take my demon cock... beg for it."
The nudist moaned. "Fuck my ass harder... stretch me... cum inside!"
Ethan switched—lifting Shadra off, pulling Solara down to ride him reverse. Her thick bush ground his balls, large breasts bouncing for the mirrors.
"Ride me... grind that hairy pussy... take every inch."
Solara slammed down. "Deeper... fill my cunt... make me explode!"
Vaeloria mounted his face now, smooth pussy dripping. "Lick me clean... tongue my clit... suck it hard."
Liraya joined, fingering Solara's ass while she rode. "Double her pleasure... finger-fuck her hole."
Solara came first—body shaking, pussy clenching. "Cumming... oh fuck... squeeze my tits while I squirt!"
But Ethan felt nothing—no build, no release. His cock throbbed endlessly, hard as steel, but no climax neared.
He flipped positions—bending a merfolk over the bed, thrusting into her scaled pussy. "Take it... feel me pound you."
She pushed back. "Harder... fuck my wet slit... make me cum on your cock!"
She shuddered release—juices coating him—but still, no edge for him.
Frustration mounted as he took more: a goblin on all fours, ass up. "Fuck my tight hole... ram me deep."
He pounded relentlessly. "Grip me... milk my dick... cum for me."
She came screaming—body convulsing—but Ethan remained locked, unable to finish.
Women noticed—first in whispers, then openly.
Mira, riding him missionary, hairy pussy clenching. "Cum inside... breed me... wait, why aren't you...?"
He thrust harder. "Keep going... rub your clit... cum on me."
She did—arching, squirting—but his lack of release hung heavy.
A tall elf reverse cowgirl, long legs spread. "Fill my pussy... cum deep... you're not...?"
Frustration turned to upset—women who hadn't conceived before now realized this was their last chance, gone.
Solara pulled off, hairy pussy dripping but unfulfilled in breeding. "You can't cum? The curse... it's true."
Murmurs spread—goblins chattering slyly, nudists frowning, elves whispering in elegant tones.
"If he can't breed... what now?"
"The realm needs more daughters... shadow remnants linger."
"We must find a new Breeder... summon another?"
Vaeloria silenced them fiercely. "He is our Breeder! Curse or not!"
But doubt seeded—women discussing in clusters, some touching themselves wildly in frustration, fingers plunging through bushes or scales.
"We need seed... my womb aches empty."
"Perhaps a ritual to break the curse?"
"Or... seek the rifts again... find another man."
Ethan heard, heart breaking, but continued—fucking relentlessly, bringing climax after climax.
A group of nudists piled on—hairy pussies grinding faces, large breasts smothered. "Fuck us all... even if no seed, make us cum!"
He did—thrusting into one while fingering two, tongues everywhere.
"Cum on my tits... no, you can't... oh gods, finger deeper!"
Discussions grew—women upset, some crying in post-orgasm haze.
"We waited for him... now nothing?"
"The daughters are strong, but we need more..."
"A new Breeder... it's the only way."
His companions rallied—Vaeloria fucking a goblin with fingers to distract, Liraya warming bodies with magic, Valyndra lifting women to new heights.
But the night ended in bittersweet release—women cumming wildly, bodies shaking, but hearts heavy with the loss of breeding hope.
Ethan lay exhausted, companions holding him. "What now?"
Vaeloria kissed him. "We endure. Curse or not... you're ours."
The realm shifted—searches for breakers began, whispers of new summonings. Ethan's role evolved—from Breeder to guardian—but the future hung uncertain.
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