The Festival of Pleasure had transformed Eldoria into a realm-wide pilgrimage, women from every corner of Elysara converging on the capital in waves of anticipation and hope. The sky elves' orb rested on a pedestal in the central pavilion, its clear surface now dotted with two hundred and forty-four tiny stars, each a beacon of a woman's release. Ethan Sinclair, the Breeder who could no longer breed, stood as the festival's unyielding heart—his body pushed to limits no man should endure, yet driven by unbreakable will. His balls ached heavily, swollen with unreleased cum that the succubi's curse locked away; his tongue throbbed from endless hours of licking pussies and sucking clits; his muscles burned from holding positions, fingers cramped from probing depths. But he endured. It was essential—to restore his ability to breed, to fulfill his obligations to the women of Elysara, to secure the future against any lingering shadows.
The pavilion was a sprawling oasis of silk tents and cushioned lounges, air thick with incense and arousal. Women queued patiently, some veterans of his touch, others virgins to his legend, all nude and eager. His companions orchestrated the flow: Vaeloria directing lines with warrior precision, Liraya warming bodies with magical heat to heighten sensitivity, Valyndra using her towering height to lift and position women for ease.
Day one of the weekend dawned with Ethan already at work. A merfolk ambassador lay before him on a silk mat, her scaled pussy glistening under the morning sun. He knelt between her thighs, hands parting her legs wide, tongue tracing slow circles around her clit before sucking it gently between his lips.
She moaned, tail thrashing. "Oh... suck my clit harder... swirl your tongue... make me drip for you."
He obliged, flicking rapidly, two fingers sliding into her slick heat, curling upward. "Tell me what you need... I want to feel you cum on my mouth."
"Deeper... finger-fuck me... yes, like that... I'm close..."
Her body arched, scales flashing, as she came—juices coating his chin. The orb pulsed—star two hundred and forty-five.
A goblin thief climbed onto his face next, her compact green body squatting low, wiry bush grinding his lips. "Lick through my bush... tongue my tight hole... make me squirt on your face."
Ethan delved through her curls, sucking her clit hard, fingers probing her ass gently. "Grip my tongue... ride me harder."
She bounced, small breasts jiggling. "Finger my ass deeper... suck harder... oh fuck, cumming!"
She squirted in sharp bursts—star two hundred and forty-six.
The pace intensified. An elven archer from Aeloria straddled him reverse, tall legs framing his head, smooth pussy pressed to his mouth. "Eat me out... lick from ass to clit... make me tremble."
He traced long strokes, tongue dipping into her ass before sucking her clit, fingers plunging into her pussy. "Cum for me... let me taste your release."
She rocked, long hair whipping. "Faster... finger me hard... yes—cumming now!"
Her essence flowed—star two hundred and forty-seven.
By midday, sweat poured down Ethan's back, his tongue aching like fire, but he pressed on. A nudist from the Eternal Summer Valley lay back, her large breasts heaving, thick hairy pussy spread wide. "Suck my hairy lips... tongue my clit through the bush... bite gently."
He buried his face in her lush curls, sucking her labia, flicking her swollen clit. Fingers joined—three curling inside, thumb rubbing her perineum.
"Add another finger... stretch me... oh gods, make me gush!"
She came violently, squirting on his chest—star two hundred and forty-eight.
Vaeloria brought water, wiping his brow. "You're strong, my love. Keep going—they need this."
He nodded, turning to a group of five: mixed from various tribes, all eager.
One goblin sat on his face while a merfolk rode his fingers. "Grind on my tongue... finger-fuck yourself on me."
The goblin moaned. "Suck my clit... bite it softly... yes!"
She came—star two hundred and forty-nine.
The merfolk followed, scales slicking his hand. "Deeper... curl your fingers... hit that spot... cumming!"
Star two hundred and fifty.
A tall elf bent over, presenting her ass. "Rim me... tongue my hole... finger my pussy."
He licked circles around her rosebud, tongue probing deep, fingers plunging into her smooth slit.
"Add your thumb... stretch my ass... make me cum hard!"
She shuddered release—star two hundred and fifty-one.
Liraya warmed the air around him, easing his fatigue. "You're halfway to the first milestone. Endure."
Afternoon brought variety. A futa succubus ally (redeemed post-Darius) lay back, her ridged cock hard but untouched—focusing on her pussy below. "Pleasure my cunt... ignore the cock... make me cum from your mouth."
He sucked her clit, fingers exploring her folds, avoiding her shaft.
"Suck harder... finger me deep... yes... cumming on your tongue!"
Star two hundred and fifty-two.
Nudists piled on—hairy pussies grinding his thighs while he licked one, fingered two. "Rub your bushes on me... cum together."
They did—moans syncing, releases soaking him. Stars two hundred and fifty-three to two hundred and fifty-five.
By evening, his balls throbbed heavily—full, aching, unable to eject. His tongue felt raw, lips swollen from sucking clits and lips. But he continued into the night under torchlight.
A goblin trio squatted over his face in turns—each riding his tongue while the others fingered themselves. "Tongue-fuck my ass... lick my pussy clean... make us all cum!"
They came in sequence—stars two hundred and fifty-six to two hundred and fifty-eight.
Valyndra lifted women onto him—using her height to position them for scissoring his thighs while he licked. "Grind on his leg... cum from the friction... tongue his way inside."
Releases followed—stars climbing steadily.
Day two began with renewed vigor—Ethan's body at its limit, but will unbroken. Women praised him: "You're selfless... giving everything... cum for you, Breeder!"
A merfolk in a shallow bath—him underwater, licking her scaled pussy. "Bubble your breath on my clit... tongue me deep... make me flood the pool!"
She came—star two hundred and seventy.
Elves in a circle—him rotating, fingering one while licking another. "Curl your fingers... hit my spot... suck my clit hard!"
Group orgasms—stars two hundred and seventy-one to two hundred and eighty.
Nudists with large breasts—smothering his face while he fingered through bushes. "Suck my tits first... then eat my hairy pussy... bite my nipples!"
Cums cascaded—stars rising.
Goblins introduced toys—crystal dildos for him to wield while licking. "Fuck me with that... tongue my ass... make me squirt!"
He did—vibrating the toy, tongue probing. "Cum on the crystal... soak it."
She exploded—star two hundred and ninety.
His companions rotated in for encouragement—Vaeloria sitting on his lap (no penetration), whispering. "You're strong... keep giving."
By midday, exhaustion hit—tongue numb, jaw aching, balls like lead weights. But women encouraged: "Don't stop... your touch is magic... cum for you!"
A group of ten—him in the center, fingers in pussies, tongue alternating clits. "Rub harder... suck me next... finger my ass too!"
Orgasms chained—stars three hundred to three hundred and ten.
Afternoon: variety kept him going. Blindfolded, guessing by taste—licking random pussies. "Hairy one... suck her clit... make her cum blind!"
Successes mounted—stars climbing.
Evening: massage tables—women oiled, him fingering while licking. "Oil my ass... finger both holes... tongue my clit..."
Cums flowed—stars to three hundred and fifty.
Day three: final push. Body screaming—balls painfully full, tongue blistered, but endure he did.
Merfolk in pools—fisting gently through scales. "Stretch me... fist my pussy... make me gush!"
Stars rose.
Elves with magic—him licking while they channeled pleasure spells. "Suck while I vibrate... cum with magic!"
More stars.
Nudists in piles—scissoring his thighs, riding his fingers, facesitting. "Grind on him... cum together... soak the Breeder!"
Group releases—stars to four hundred.
Goblins with bondage—light chains, him tonguing bound pussies. "Lick me tied... finger free... make me beg!"
Begging led to cums—stars climbing.
By sunset, the orb glowed with four hundred and eighty-nine stars—almost half full, a constellation of hope.
Women cheered, some upset at no pregnancy, but grateful. "You gave selflessly... we'll find the rest."
Ethan collapsed into companions' arms—exhausted, aching, but resolute.
The trial continued—the realm's future in every release. Ethan has made 489 women cum. With a few births the number of women pregnant has fallen to 670.