The ascent from the Abyss Queen's lair was a grueling triumph, the group swimming upward through layers of darkening water that gradually brightened as they neared the Sunken Groves. Ethan felt the weight of the depths lifting, but a lingering chill clung to his skin—the Queen's psychic echoes whispering promises of return. Abyssa swam at his side, her transformed body a marvel: skin like polished onyx that gleamed with inner light, hair flowing in gentle black waves rather than writhing tentacles, curves voluptuous and inviting with massive breasts that floated gracefully in the current. Her pussy, now smooth and warm, pulsed with new life from the quick blessing Ethan had given her during the battle's chaotic aftermath—a desperate thrust as she submitted, his cum filling her redeemed womb to seal the light's victory.
Vaeloria led the way, her silver tail propelling her seven-foot frame with powerful, rhythmic strokes that sent ripples through the water. Her enormous tits cut through the current like twin moons, and she glanced back often, sapphire eyes filled with protective devotion. Thora and Brynja flanked the rear, carrying wounded nymphs in their arms, their own pregnant bellies a testament to Ethan's enduring gift. The young Amazon daughters—dozens now, their bronze and pearl-toned skin glistening—swam in formation, spears at the ready, their rapid growth making them look like seasoned warriors despite being mere months old.
Queen Thalassa's palace came into view, its crystal dome hastily repaired with glowing coral patches that pulsed like healing wounds. As the group emerged into the upper groves, cheers echoed through the water—nymphs and mer-women rushing forward with embraces and songs of victory. Healers in flowing kelp robes tended the injured, applying salves of luminescent jelly that sealed cuts and bruises in seconds.
But as the heroes floated in the central hall, something shifted in the water. Currents stilled unnaturally. Fish schools froze mid-swim, hovering like suspended jewels. The light from bioluminescent anemones dimmed, casting the palace in twilight hues despite the midday sun filtering from above.
Thalassa's expression darkened, her sapphire tail coiling tightly. She gazed upward through the dome, where the twin moons—Lyris the silver and Vael the crimson—hung unnaturally close in the day sky, aligning in a rare, ominous conjunction. Their lights bled together, casting the water in eerie purple shadows that danced like living ink.
"The Rebirth Eclipse," Thalassa whispered, voice carrying a tremor that silenced the cheers. "It comes too soon. The moons sense the threshold."
Ethan turned to her, water streaming from his gills as he adjusted to the sudden chill. "What threshold? What is this?"
Vaeloria placed a massive hand on his shoulder, her enormous tits pressing against his back for comfort. "The pregnancies near a critical mass—seven hundred and fifty now, after the battle blessings. The eclipse is an ancient cycle, triggered when the Breeder's gift risks overbalancing the world. It... resets."
Before Ethan could demand more, the eclipse peaked.
Silver-crimson light pierced the water like divine spears, illuminating the palace in blinding flashes. Every pregnant woman in the Groves—nymphs with their sleek tails, mer-women with pearl-adorned breasts, even Thora, Brynja, and the core harem—gasped in unison as their bellies ignited with intense glows. The light wasn't painful; it was profound, a warm wave that accelerated time itself.
Bellies deflated in minutes, the process painless but mesmerizing. Daughters emerged fully formed—young women in seconds, inheriting memories and strength from the collective magic of Elysara. They floated free, bodies diverse and powerful: some with scales and tails like their mothers, others with Amazon muscle and human legs, all radiating the fierce vitality of true breeding.
The hall filled with cries of wonder and joy as the new daughters swam to their mothers, embracing in clouds of bubbles. The young Amazons from earlier blessings greeted their new sisters with cheers, forming instant bonds.
But not all transitions succeeded.
The eclipse's magic "culled" the weak—two hundred pregnancies vanished in gentle wisps of light, their essences dissolving into sparkling motes that ascended toward the surface. No screams, no pain—just a soft, sorrowful glow as the motes faded, absorbed back into Lyris for future rebirth. Mothers who lost their quickenings wept, but the light left them with a sense of peace, a whisper in their minds: "They will return stronger."
Ethan watched in stunned silence, heart aching. "Why? Why take them?"
Thalassa floated closer, her regal form steadying a grieving nymph. "It is thoughtful, Breeder. Elysara ensures balance. Not all daughters are meant to be guardians forever; some must ascend to renew the cycle. The culled essences reincarnate in future pregnancies, stronger and wiser. It prevents overpopulation, weeds out weaknesses, and keeps the world in harmony. Without it, the strength we seek would dilute."
Vaeloria knelt before him, silver hair floating like a halo, enormous tits rising with emotion. "We lost two hundred. Back to five hundred and fifty active pregnancies. But it's not a curse—it's evolution. The ascended will guide us as spirits, and the new wave will be unbreakable."
Thora wiped tears, hugging her newborn daughter who had survived the cull. "It's cruel... but necessary. Survival demands sacrifice."
Brynja nodded, her voice fierce. "We've seen voids consume the weak. This makes us stronger overall."
The core harem gathered—Rowan, Elara, Liora, Sylva—all with their daughters safe, though some attendants had lost theirs. They embraced Ethan, pregnant bodies pressing close in comfort.
To enhance the moment and honor the cycle, Abyssa—the redeemed Abyss Queen—stepped forward. Her voice, once a hiss, now a soft echo. "In the abyss, I guarded pearls of renewal—artifacts from the first rifts. They amplify fertility, allowing seed to quicken twice as fast in shadowed times like this."
She presented a necklace of black pearls, glowing with inner silver. Ethan hung it around his neck, feeling the lake's magic resonate with it.
The eclipse faded, moons separating, water warming once more.
That night, recovery turned to a ritual of renewal—a massive orgy in the Heart Chamber to "start the cycle anew."
Hundreds of nymphs and mer-women joined, bodies floating in weightless grace. Ethan was the center, his enhanced fertility pulsing with every thrust.
He took them in waves: a group of tail-shifting nymphs first, their pussies rippling like currents as they rode him in mid-water spins—cocks deep, cum filling wombs in swirling clouds that glowed silver from the pearls.
Vaeloria finally indulged, mounting him face-to-face, her enormous tits enveloping his upper body as she ground her smooth pussy down his shaft. "For the lost," she moaned, clenching until he came hard, seed flooding her in thick ropes that sparked immediate quickening.
Thora and Brynja joined a circle—pregnant pussies taking turns on his cock while nymphs licked their clits, orgasms rippling through the water.
The originals—Elara, Liora, Sylva—formed a tender group, their bodies pressing close as Ethan fucked each in turn, cum overflowing to be shared in kisses.
Abyssa submitted last, her onyx skin contrasting his as she begged for breeding, pussy gripping like the abyss's pull—now light-filled and warm.
By dawn, one hundred new pregnancies sparked—faster than ever, thanks to the pearls.
Six hundred and fifty overall.