The journey south took ten days across rolling hills that gradually gave way to cracked red earth and rivers of slow-moving lava. Heat shimmered in the air, and the scent of sulfur mingled with exotic spices long before the Ember Plains came into view.
Ethan's procession had grown into a small army: Vaeloria striding at his side like a silver-haired colossus, her massive tits proudly bare in the scorching sun; Thora and Brynja riding massive war-beasts, their pregnant bellies protected by light armor yet still prominent; Rowan, Elara, Liora, Sylva, and a dozen other core harem members in a guarded wagon; and fifty Amazon daughters—now the size and strength of full-grown warriors despite being mere months old—marching as honor guard.
The Ember Plains themselves were a landscape of fire and beauty: black volcanic rock veined with glowing orange, rivers of lava lighting the horizon like sunset, and vast temples built from obsidian and ruby glass. The women here had skin in shades of deep bronze, mahogany, and burnished copper, their bodies forged by heat—muscular yet curvaceous, with high, firm breasts, powerful thighs, and asses that flexed like coiled springs.
They greeted the arrival with drums of stretched hide and chants that echoed like cracking flames.
At the center of the main settlement—Obsidian Heart—stood High Priestess Kaara, a towering woman nearly matching Vaeloria's height, skin like polished obsidian, hair a wild mane of crimson flames that moved as if alive. Her tits were enormous even by Ember standards, barely contained by chains of gold that draped across her chest.
"Breeder of Legend," Kaara intoned, voice like crackling embers. "Our fires have burned low without true seed. Come—ignite us."
The welcoming ritual began at dusk in the Grand Caldera—a natural bowl of black rock surrounding a lake of liquid fire that somehow cast no heat on those within.
Hundreds of fire priestesses filled the tiers, bodies oiled and gleaming, nipples pierced with ruby studs, pussies shaved smooth and already glistening in anticipation.
Ethan was led to a central dais of cooled lava stone, stripped bare. Kaara approached first, her flame-hair whipping in an unnatural breeze.
She pushed him down gently but firmly, straddling his hips. Her pussy was scorching hot—literally radiating warmth—as she guided his thick cock inside. The sensation was overwhelming: tight walls like molten silk gripping him, juices sizzling faintly as she began to ride.
Around them, the priestesses chanted, flames dancing higher.
Kaara's massive tits bounced with each thrust, gold chains clinking. "Fill me with your fire," she moaned, grinding deep until Ethan erupted—thick ropes of cum flooding her womb, steam rising where seed met heat.
One by one, the highest priestesses claimed him—bodies bronzed and powerful, pussies varying from tight and searing to deep and velvety. Some rode reverse, asses flexing as they slammed down; others face-to-face, flame-hair cascading over him as they kissed with burning passion.
Vaeloria watched from the edge, her own body flushed with heat, silver hair glowing in the firelight. When a particularly fierce priestess made Ethan cum so hard his vision blurred, Vaeloria's hand slipped between her thighs unconsciously—only to pull away, remembering her role.
By midnight, the caldera had become an orgy of flame and flesh. Dozens of priestesses joined, bodies pressing close—tits of every size rubbing against him, mouths sucking his balls while he thrust into eager cunts. Cum leaked from well-fucked pussies in rivers, mixing with sweat and oil to gleam on bronze skin.
Thora and Brynja, unable to resist the heat, joined briefly—riding him together, their pregnant pussies taking him in tandem while priestesses licked where they joined.
When dawn painted the sky crimson, Ethan lay spent amid a sea of satisfied women—over a hundred new pregnancies already sparking in the Ember way, quickened by the land's fierce magic.
Kaara knelt beside him, pressing a ruby pendant into his hand. "Our fires burn brighter because of you. Take this—it will call flame to your aid when needed."
Vaeloria lifted him gently, her huge tits a soft pillow for his head as they retreated to the guest palace.
The Ember Plains had been claimed.
Four hundred and fifty pregnancies overall.
And the next realm already called from the horizon.