The royal progress had reached the fringes of the Whispering Woods—a misty forest where ancient trees whispered secrets to those who listened. Ethan rode at the center, flanked by Thora and Brynja, their pregnant bellies not slowing their vigilant strides. The air grew thick, unnaturally still.
Without warning, shadows uncoiled from the underbrush like living smoke. Violet chains lashed out, wrapping Thora's wrists and yanking her from her horse. Brynja swung her greatsword, but a dark tendril snared her ankle, pulling her down.
Ethan shouted, reaching for a dagger, but cold hands clamped over his mouth. Nyra's pale face loomed close, her black eyes gleaming. "Miss us, Breeder?"
The Seven had struck—Vaeloria at their lead, her seven-foot frame crashing through the trees like a storm. The rest of the party scattered in panic, but the Amazons fought fiercely until overwhelming numbers subdued them.
When Ethan woke, he was in a hidden glade deep in the woods—bound spread-eagle to a stone altar, naked and exposed. Thora and Brynja knelt nearby, wrists chained to posts, their leather harnesses torn open to bare their heavy, pregnant tits and dripping pussies.
The Seven encircled them, pale skins glowing in the crimson moonlight filtering through the canopy.
Vaeloria towered at the center, her massive breasts heaving with anticipation. "Welcome back, little one. Time for punishment."
She gestured to the others. "First, drain the guards. Show them the true power of shadow."
Nyra and two more approached Thora. The Amazon snarled, but they forced her legs apart, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy while mouths latched onto her thick nipples. Nyra's tongue swirled around Thora's clit, sucking hard as another Shadow Woman finger-fucked her deep and fast.
Thora bucked, cursing, but her body betrayed her—hips grinding against the invading hands. "No… I won't…" she gasped, but her pussy clenched, juices squirting as she came hard, back arching.
In Elysara, a woman's orgasm weakened her severely—draining energy, forcing deep sleep to recover. Thora's eyes fluttered shut, body slumping limp in the chains.
Brynja suffered the same. Three Shadows swarmed her—one grinding her bald pussy against Brynja's thigh while another ate her out ravenously, tongue lapping at her swollen clit. The third kissed her deeply, fingers twisting her nipples. Brynja fought longer, but the relentless assault broke her—her pussy gushing as she screamed in unwanted ecstasy, then collapsing into exhausted slumber.
The Shadows laughed, wiping slick juices from their chins. Unlike the women of light, they were immune to orgasm's weakening—Vael's crimson magic sustaining them through endless pleasure.
Now Vaeloria turned to Ethan.
"You've been naughty," she growled, producing a leather harness studded with iron rings. She strapped it around his torso, cinching tight until it bit into his skin. Chains attached to the altar pulled his limbs tauter, exposing his hardening dick despite the fear.
"BDSM for the betrayer," she purred, climbing onto the altar. Her massive thighs straddled his face, her hairy pussy hovering inches above his mouth—dark curls framing swollen, dripping lips. "You'll drown in me first."
She lowered herself without mercy, smothering him in hot, wet folds. Ethan gasped for air, but her weight pinned him—pussy grinding against his nose and mouth, juices flooding his face as she rode hard.
"Lick," she commanded, one huge hand gripping his hair, forcing his tongue deep inside her. Her clit rubbed against his nose, her ass cheeks pressing down with crushing force.
Ethan obeyed, tongue plunging into her hairy cunt, tasting her musky arousal. She moaned deeply, hips bucking faster, gushing slick fluids over his cheeks and chin until he was drenched, struggling to breathe through the flood.
She came with a thunderous roar—pussy clenching, squirting hot cum across his face in powerful jets. But true to her immunity, she didn't weaken—only laughed, grinding harder through the aftershocks.
When she finally lifted, Ethan coughed, face slick and red.
"Not done yet," Vaeloria said, gesturing to the Seven. "Lick them all. Prove your submission."
One by one, they mounted his face.
Nyra first—her bald pussy smooth and glistening, lips puffy as she ground down, forcing his tongue to circle her clit until she came, juices coating his mouth.
The next had a thick bush of black curls, her hairy folds enveloping him completely; he licked deep, tasting her tangy essence as she rode to a shuddering orgasm, gushing over his chin.
Another was bald, her smooth cunt slippery and tight-lipped; she pinned his head, making him suck her clit until she squirted, immune strength letting her cum twice without pause.
The fourth's pussy was hairy and wild, curls tickling his nose as he delved inside, her moans echoing as she flooded his face.
Bald again for the fifth—slick and bare, her folds parting easily for his tongue to plunge deep, cum spraying when she peaked.
The sixth's hairy bush was trimmed but dense, her pussy hot and musky; she ground slowly, building to a powerful release that drenched him anew.
Finally, the seventh—bald and perfectly smooth, her cunt dripping as she rode his face viciously, cumming with a cry that left his cheeks sticky.
Through it all, Ethan remained buried in their folds—hairy or bald, all hot, wet, and relentless. His dick throbbed untouched, aching from denial.
Vaeloria watched, stroking her own massive tits. When the last Shadow dismounted, she leaned close, her black eyes locking on his.
"I summoned you here," she revealed, voice low and venomous. "It was my ritual that tore the rift—my power under Vael's moon that pulled you from your weak world. You were meant for us, Breeder—for the Shadows. To give us endless strength, to breed our dark daughters who would rule Elysara."
She gripped his jaw, forcing him to meet her gaze. "But you betrayed me by breeding those light-loving whores. Fifty pregnancies for them? Their side grows strong while we hunger. For that, you suffer."
Ethan glared, slick face defiant. "I'll never give you my seed."
Vaeloria laughed, rising to her full height. "Oh, you will. When we're done breaking you, you'll beg to cum inside us."
She signaled the Seven. "Chain the guards tighter. We move at dawn—to the Obsidian Vault. There, he'll breed us… or die trying."
As shadows coiled around the glade, Ethan lay bound, face still wet with their cum, heart pounding.
The betrayal cut deep.
But rescue would come—or he'd find a way to fight.