Ethan Sinclair stirred in the silk-draped bed of the palace chamber, the first light of dawn filtering through arched windows. Two years in Elysara had made mornings like this routine—waking to the warmth of his companions, the distant hum of the city, the subtle ache in his body from endless nights of passion. But this morning felt different. A wet, warm sensation enveloped his cock, pulling him from sleep with a low moan.
He opened his eyes to find Vaeloria between his legs, her obsidian-scale armor discarded, dark skin glowing in the soft light. Her violet eyes locked on his as her full lips slid down his shaft, tongue swirling around the head with practiced skill. She took him deep, throat relaxing to accommodate his length, humming softly to send vibrations through him.
"Fuck... Vaeloria," Ethan groaned, hands threading into her midnight hair. "What a way to wake up."
She pulled back slowly, letting his cock pop free with a wet sound, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip. "Good morning, my Breeder," she purred, stroking him lazily. "I couldn't wait. Your cock was so hard in your sleep... begging for my mouth."
He thrust up instinctively as she dove down again, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing. "Gods, you're incredible... suck it deeper... just like that."
She hummed approval, taking him to the root, nose pressed to his pelvis, throat swallowing around him. One hand cupped his balls, rolling gently; the other twisted at the base in counterpoint to her bobbing head.
Ethan's hips bucked. "Yes... fuck, your throat feels so good... make me cum in your mouth."
But she pulled off with a teasing grin, licking a broad stripe from base to tip. "Not yet. I have news." She straddled his hips, her smooth pussy grinding against his slick cock, coating him in her wetness. "My mother is coming to visit. The Giant Empress herself, with her personal guards. They'll arrive by midday."
Ethan's eyes widened, hands gripping her strong thighs. "Your mother? The one who rules the mountain clans?"
Vaeloria nodded, positioning his head at her entrance, sinking down slowly. "Yes. She's heard of the curse's break, your restored seed. She wants to see the man who claimed her daughter... and perhaps more."
She began riding him, strong thighs flexing, pussy clenching tight around his length. Ethan thrust up to meet her, hands cupping her firm breasts, thumbs circling her dark nipples.
"Fuck... ride me harder," he groaned. "Show me how much you want it."
She bounced faster, ass slapping his thighs. "Like this? Feel how wet I am for you... your cock fills me so perfectly."
He sat up, pulling her close, lips crashing into hers in a heated kiss. Tongues dueled as he flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep in missionary.
"Yes... fuck me like that... deeper," Vaeloria moaned, nails raking his back. "Make me cum on your cock... show my mother how you own me."
He angled to hit her spot, thrusting relentlessly. "Cum for me... squeeze my dick... let me feel you break."
She arched, pussy spasming. "Cumming... oh gods... fill me!"
He didn't hold back—erupting inside her, pulsing ropes of cum into her depths. They collapsed tangled, breathing ragged, his seed leaking slowly from her as she hummed contentment.
"Mother will be impressed," Vaeloria whispered, kissing his neck.
By midday, the city buzzed with excitement. Horns blared from the eastern gates as the Giant Empress arrived. Ethan and Vaeloria stood on the palace steps, flanked by Liraya and Valyndra, the realm's banners snapping in the wind.
The empress—Thundra—was a colossus, standing fifteen feet tall, her body a masterpiece of power and beauty: massive breasts straining against a minimal leather harness, twice the size of Vaelorias, wide hips swaying with each earth-shaking step, thick thighs like tree trunks, and a smooth, enormous pussy visible beneath her short skirt of woven vines. Her skin was bronzed, hair a wild mane of auburn braids adorned with bones and feathers, eyes sharp as a hawk's. Flanking her were two giant guards—similarly built, twelve feet tall, armed with massive spears, their bodies oiled and ready for anything.
Thundra's voice boomed like thunder. "Daughter! You've grown fierce. And this... the Breeder?"
Vaeloria bowed slightly. "Mother, meet Ethan Sinclair. He has restored his seed and united the lands."
Thundra's gaze raked over Ethan, a predatory smile curling her lips. "Small, but potent, I hear. Show us your city, Breeder. Impress me."
Ethan inclined his head. "Welcome, Empress. We'll tour Eldoria—its markets, temples, and defenses." Ethan starred at her massive tits looking forward to sucking them.
The group moved through the streets—Thundra's steps careful not to crush cobblestones, guards scanning for threats. Citizens gaped in awe, children pointing at the giants. They visited the bustling markets where merfolk bartered pearls and goblin thieves haggled jewels; the training yards where daughters sparred with wooden spears; the temple where the Artifact pulsed with power, Valyndra explaining its fusions.
Thundra nodded approval. "Your alliances are strong. But can you handle a giant's hunger?"
Vaeloria smirked. "He handles mine, Mother."
As dusk fell, they returned to the palace for a private feast in the grand hall: roasted beasts, spiced wines, fruits from the nudist valleys. Conversation flowed—tales of mountain clans, shadow battles, breeding exploits. Thundra's guards stood sentinel outside the chamber door, massive forms still and watchful.
As plates cleared, Thundra leaned forward, her massive breasts nearly spilling from her harness. "Daughter... share your Breeder. Show me why you left the peaks for him."
Vaeloria's violet eyes gleamed. "Gladly, Mother."
They moved to the enlarged bedchamber—bed reinforced for giants, furs piled high. Thundra stripped first, her harness falling away, revealing nipples thick as thumbs, pussy smooth and already wet. She lay back, legs spreading wide like canyon walls.
Vaeloria guided Ethan between them. "Yeah... fuck my mum's pussy. Show her how you make me scream."
Ethan positioned at Thundra's entrance—her pussy enormous, but scaled magic (whispered by Valyndra) adjusted, making it tight and perfect. He thrust in slow, groaning at the heat.
Thundra moaned, voice rumbling. "So deep for a small one... fuck me harder, Breeder."
He pounded deeper, hands gripping her thick thighs. "Take it... feel every inch... cum on my cock."
Vaeloria straddled her mother's face, grinding down. "Lick me, Mother... taste your daughter's pussy while he fucks you."
Ethan thrust relentlessly. "Yeah... fuck her harder... show her how good you make me cum."
Thundra bucked, massive body shaking the room. "Deeper... pound this giant cunt... make me roar!"
He angled to hit her spot, thrusting brutal. "Cum for me... let me feel you clench."
She came like an earthquake—pussy spasming, juices flooding. "Cumming... fill me!"
Ethan erupted deep inside her—ropes pulsing, cum dripping out slowly from her massive lips.
Thundra sighed, hand tracing her pussy. "Mmmmmh... I can't have babies anymore, but I love having this cum inside my pussy... it drips out slowly, warm and thick."
Outside the door, the two giant guards—Elara and Kora—had been listening, massive hands between their legs, fingering their enormous pussies, dripping wet onto the stone floor.
"Gods... the Breeder's making the empress cum," Elara whispered, fingers plunging deep.
Kora ground against her hand. "I need that... my pussy's soaking."
Thundra called them in. "Guards... clean us."
They entered, stripping, massive bodies towering. Elara knelt between Thundra's legs, long tongue licking the cum-dripping pussy clean, sucking every drop. "Taste so good... mixed with the Breeder's seed."
Kora cleaned Vaeloria—tongue delving deep. "Mmm... daughter's juices... clean you up."
Then both turned to Ethan—Elara sucking his cock first, throat taking him deep. "Suck this dick... clean every inch."
Kora joined, tongues dueling around his shaft. "Lick the cum off... swallow it all."
The night became intense passion—Thundra riding Ethan slow, her massive pussy engulfing him; Vaeloria grinding on his face; guards fingering each other.
"Fuck my mum again... make her cum twice," Vaeloria demanded.
Ethan thrust up. "Take it... feel me breed your memory."
Thundra moaned. "Deeper... pound this old cunt... fill me leaking."
Guards entered the fray—Elara riding his cock while Kora sat on his face. "Fuck this giant pussy... stretch me... cum inside."
Positions blurred—double penetrations with tongues and fingers, asses licked, pussies sucked. Moans filled the room: "Harder... deeper... cum for me..."
Ethan spent in all—nights of relentless thrusting, only pausing for breaths.
Elsewhere, in the Abyss Dominion's deepest throne, the daughter of darkness was born. Though freshly emerged from Lilitha's womb, she rose fully formed—physically and mentally sixteen, crimson skin flawless, horns curling like a crown, eyes burning with inherited malice. The succubi had engineered this world's manless state long ago: hating men's dominance, finding breeding disgusting, they eliminated them through ancient curses, teaching women alternative rites for reproduction. But to birth the ultimate corruptor, a man was needed—the Breeder's seed, stolen in curse. The daughter—Nyxara—smiled darkly. "The women will turn... the Breeder falls."
The realm stirred—unaware of the storm brewing.
Pregnancies Confirmed this cycle 2
Total pregnancies since Ethan's the second cycle started: 727