Seven days had passed since the succubi's curse had sealed Ethan's ability to breed, the weight of it hanging over Eldoria like a storm cloud on the horizon. The sky elves' orb sat on its pedestal in the palace's grand hall, glowing with four hundred and eighty-nine stars—a constellation of women's climaxes, each one a step closer to restoration. Ethan Sinclair pushed himself relentlessly, his body a vessel of selfless service. His cock throbbed sore from endless thrusting, his tongue raw from licking pussies and sucking clits, his balls heavy with cum that refused to release. But he endured—for the women of Elysara, for the realm's future, for the obligations that had defined his two years here.
Word had spread like wildfire through every allied land: the Breeder needed to make one thousand women cum to break the curse. Women from most of the villages he had visited descended upon the capital in droves—merfolk caravans rolling in on enchanted wagons, elven delegations gliding through the gates on wind currents, goblin thieves slipping in under cover of night, nudist tribes marching proudly with their lush, hairy bodies on full display. The city swelled with them, streets alive with nude or near-nude figures, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of arousal. Tents and pavilions overflowed; the central square became a perpetual festival of pleasure, Ethan at its epicenter.
The cat women from a distant feline tribe arrived first that morning—sleek, agile females with furred ears and tails, bodies lithe and covered in soft, spotted pelts that framed their smooth pussies. They purred as they lined up, tails swishing, claws retracted but ready to scratch in ecstasy.
The first cat woman, a spotted beauty named Lyra, straddled his face on the pavilion's silk mat, her furred thighs clamping his head, smooth pussy dripping onto his lips. "Lick my kitty... tongue me deep... make me yowl."
Ethan's sore tongue delved in, swirling through her slick folds, sucking her clit gently despite the ache. "Taste so sweet... cum on my mouth... let me drink you."
She ground down, tail whipping. "Suck harder... flick my clit... oh, purring for you... cumming—meowww!"
She came, juices coating his chin—star four hundred and ninety.
The next cat woman replaced her, reverse-sitting. "Eat my pussy from behind... lick my tail base... make me arch."
He lapped eagerly, fingers parting her cheeks. "Cum for me... flood my tongue."
She shuddered. "Deeper... suck my lips... yes—cumming hard!"
Star four hundred and ninety-one.
They came in a line—ten cat women, each riding his face, purring demands. "Tongue-fuck me... bite my clit softly... make my tail curl!"
Each climax added a star—up to five hundred.
Ethan's tongue burned like fire, but he waved off rest. "Next."
The black goddesses of Nubia arrived in a procession of ebony beauty—tall, curvaceous women with thick asses, beautiful dark skin glowing under oil, breasts full and nipples erect, pussies smooth or lightly haired. They had journeyed far, hearing of the curse, eager to contribute their releases.
Their leader, Isolde, with her legendary thick ass, sat on his face first, smothering him in soft, dark flesh, her pussy hot and wet against his mouth. "Lick this Nubian queen... tongue my royal clit... make me grind on you."
Ethan's raw tongue worked through her folds, sucking her swollen pearl, hands kneading her thick cheeks. "Taste like honey... cum on my face... drown me."
She rocked, ass jiggling. "Suck harder... swirl inside me... OH, FUCK—cumming all over you!"
She squirted, coating him—star five hundred and one.
The next Nubian goddess reversed, her thick ass spreading wide. "Eat my pussy from below... lick my ass too... make my cheeks clap."
He alternated—tongue in pussy, then rimming her hole. "Cum for me... let me feel you shake."
She came, ass quaking. "Deeper... suck my clit... yes—flooding your mouth!"
Star five hundred and two.
They lined up—twenty Nubian beauties, each sitting on his face, thick asses smothering, pussies dripping. "Grind on me... coat my tongue... make me your throne."
Climaxes built—up to five hundred and twenty-one.
Ethan's jaw screamed in protest, tongue numb, but he pushed on. "More... bring them."
Elves from Aeloria and Valaria arrived in elegant waves—tall, luminous women with smooth pussies, long legs, and graceful curves, some pregnant from prior visits, bellies rounded proudly.
A silver-haired elf straddled him. "Lick my elven folds... tongue me slow... make me sing."
He lapped gently, sucking her clit. "Cum beautifully... let me taste your essence."
She arched, moaning melodically. "Deeper... swirl my pearl... cumming—ahhh!"
Star five hundred and twenty-two.
A towering Valarian elf reverse-sat, her long body folding gracefully. "Eat me deeply... finger my ass... make me tremble."
He plunged tongue and fingers. "Cum on my face... soak me."
She shuddered. "Yes... releasing... oh stars!"
Star five hundred and twenty-three.
Thirty elves followed—each riding his sore tongue, moans like harp strings. "Suck harder... tongue-fuck me... cumming eternally!"
Stars to five hundred and fifty-three.
Midday brought a surprise: Vaeloria's cousin, a giantess from a distant clan—towering even taller than Valyndra, nearly ten feet, with massive breasts, thick thighs, and a smooth, giant pussy that could engulf.
She lowered carefully onto his face, careful not to crush. "Lick this giant clit... tongue me deep... make me roar."
Ethan's tongue strained, lapping her enormous folds, sucking her clit like a fruit. Hands reached to finger her—barely penetrating.
She ground gently. "Deeper... suck harder... oh, kin—cumming like thunder!"
She came, juices pouring like a waterfall—star five hundred and fifty-four.
Ethan gasped for air, body trembling, but waved in the next group.
His main party stepped forward for encouragement—Vaeloria first, straddling his face. "Lick your warrior... make me cum for you."
Despite exhaustion, he sucked her clit tenderly. "Cum on my tongue... let me taste you."
She came quickly—star five hundred and fifty-five.
Liraya next—fiery bush grinding. "Tongue my fire... suck my clit hard... make me burn."
He lapped through her curls. "Cum for me... soak my sore mouth."
She exploded—star five hundred and fifty-six.
Valyndra lowered her elven pussy. "Lick me slow... make me release."
He tongued her deeply. "Cum beautifully... for the realm."
She came—star five hundred and fifty-seven.
The afternoon pushed him further: cat women returning for seconds, purring demands. "Lick my kitty again... make me yowl twice!"
Stars climbed.
Nubians with thick asses—sitting heavy, smothering. "Grind on my face... coat me in your juices... cum all over."
More stars.
Elves in groups—tongues and fingers working overtime. "Suck us together... make us cum in harmony!"
By evening, his body screamed—cock raw from thrusting without release, tongue blistered from endless licking, balls like stones. But he endured, women cumming in waves.
A final push: fifty mixed women—hairy nudists, scaled merfolk, green goblins—all riding his face or fingers.
" Lick my scales... suck my clit... finger my ass!"
"Grind through my bush... tongue me deep... cum on your beard!"
"Tight goblin hole... lick it clean... make me squirt!"
Climaxes chained—stars to seven hundred and fifty-eight.
The orb almost half full—glowing brightly.
Women cheered, some upset at no pregnancy yet, but hopeful. "You've given so much... rest now."
Ethan collapsed, companions carrying him to bed. A day's rest awaited—body at limit, but spirit unbroken.
The pursuit continued—for Elysara, for restoration.