The rivals' defeat in the endurance challenge had reshaped Elysara overnight.
Kael and Raek, their superior physiques and massive cocks no longer a threat in the agreed realms, withdrew with surprising grace. Their followers wept openly as they packed camps, but the eclipse that followed was merciless. As the twin moons aligned once more in a rare second conjunction, silver-crimson light bathed their tents. Rifts tore open behind them—swirling portals to their home worlds, edges crackling with veil energy.
Kael stood tall one last time, silver hair flowing in the unnatural wind, glacial eyes resigned. "The prophecy chooses one," he said, voice cold but respectful. "We came to help, but the veil demands balance."
Raek laughed bitterly, bronze muscles flexing as he crossed massive arms. "Breed them all, little brother. We'll watch from afar—if our worlds allow."
Their fifty lovestruck followers each screamed as invisible forces dragged them toward the rifts—ice women clinging to Kael, desert beauties to Raek, pregnant bellies glowing with the rivals' brief legacies. Some reached out, tears streaming, begging to stay.
The portals swallowed them whole with thunderclaps that shook the ground.
Silence fell.
The rivals were gone—returned to their worlds, their seed and followers with them.
Aeloria erupted in celebration. Women who had wavered returned in droves, pussies offered in gratitude and renewed loyalty. The city feasted for days—streets alive with orgies, music, and dances. Ethan walked among them, blessing hundreds more: pussies clenching in ecstasy, cum filling wombs as the count surged from nine hundred and forty to nine hundred and eighty in a week of unrelenting passion.
But amid the joy, Vaeloria changed.
One night in the pavilion, after Ethan had fucked her slowly—sucking milk from her enormous tits as she rode him to mutual release—she gasped in his arms. Silver light pulsed from her sapphire eyes, body arching as memories flooded back like a mountain river breaking free.
She sat up, silver hair cascading over her golden skin. "I remember everything," she whispered, voice trembling with emotion.
Ethan pulled her close, hands on her massive tits for comfort. "Tell me."
"My origin," she said, tears glistening. "Before the shadows corrupted me and turned me into their weapon. I am from the Apex Peaks—the hidden mountain top where giant Amazon women live. Two thousand meters above sea level, shrouded in eternal clouds and mists. My tribe, the Valkara—all women like me, seven to eight feet tall, bodies built for war, motherhood, and unbreakable loyalty. I was their princess... until ambition and shadow whispers led me astray."
The revelation stunned him. Vaeloria, his devoted assistant for so long—the redeemed goddess who had served in humble submission, carrying trays, fanning him, watching orgies without joining—was royalty from a lost, legendary tribe.
"I must go home," she said, eyes pleading. "To heal fully. To show them redemption is possible. And you must come with me—as the Breeder who saved their princess."
Ethan kissed her forehead. "We'll go. Together."
The journey took one week: leaving Aeloria's warm plains for rugged foothills that rose steeply into snow-capped ranges. The procession was intimate for safety and speed—Ethan at the center, Vaeloria leading with sure strides, Thora and Brynja scouting with greatswords, Rowan and a few core harem members in light wagons, twenty young Amazon daughters marching as guard. Supplies were carried on massive mountain beasts bred for altitude.
The climb was grueling. Trails wound through pine forests thick with mist, then rocky passes where wind howled and air thinned. Altitude sickness touched some, but Vaeloria's knowledge of herbs and hot springs along the way kept them strong. Nights were spent in caves or under starlit overhangs, Ethan blessing the women to keep spirits high—pussies taking his cock around campfires, moans echoing off stone walls.
Vaeloria's memories returned in flashes: childhood spars with sisters taller than trees, rituals bathing in glacial pools, the day shadow whispers promised power beyond the peaks—and her fall.
At 2000 meters, the clouds parted like curtains.
The Apex Peaks revealed themselves: a vast hidden plateau ringed by jagged summits piercing the sky, meadows of wild alpine flowers blooming in defiance of cold, hot springs steaming in natural basins, massive stone dwellings carved into cliff faces with runes glowing faintly. Waterfalls cascaded from glaciers, feeding crystal rivers.
Fifty giant women awaited on the plateau's edge—all Valkara, seven to eight feet tall, bodies powerful and curvaceous like Vaeloria's but even more extreme: muscles rippling under golden to bronze skin, tits enormous and bare as tradition, nipples dark and thick, pussies smooth with arousal at the homecoming, asses firm from mountain life. Hair long and wild in silver, black, red, braided with bones and gems. They wore minimal furs, bone armor, and carried weapons twice a man's size—spears, clubs, axes.
At their head stood Chief Valeria—Vaeloria's mother, eight feet of commanding presence, muscles like coiled steel, tits larger than her daughter's and heavy with authority, silver hair braided with trophies of ancient beasts, eyes the same sapphire blue.
"Daughter," Valeria rumbled, voice like distant avalanche, stepping forward with open arms.
Embraces followed—tears streaming down giant faces, laughter booming as stories poured out: Vaeloria's corruption, years of shadow service, Ethan's redemption through love and seed.
Then Valeria turned to Ethan, appraising him with a raised brow. "This is the Breeder who saved you? Small... but determined."
He stood tall. "I am."
Tradition demanded proof. "Combat with me," Valeria said, club the size of a tree trunk resting on her shoulder. "Win, and you are family. Lose... we test your seed anyway. But fight well."
The tribe formed a circle, cheering.
The fight was convincingly—and hilariously—one-sided.
Ethan charged bravely, dodging massive swings that cratered the ground. He landed a few punches on her thigh—tickling her more than hurting. Valeria swept his legs with one casual kick, sending him tumbling. She pinned him effortlessly with one massive foot on his chest, her enormous tits swaying overhead as she laughed booming. "He tickles like a cub!"
The crowd roared with amusement as she flipped him like a doll, sitting on him until he tapped out, face buried comically in her ass cheek.
Valeria lifted him like a child, setting him on his feet. "Brave for a small one. And hilarious. Welcome, Breeder. You have heart—and that is rarer than size."
The tribe accepted him instantly—Vaeloria home at last.
Feasts followed under starlit skies: roasted mountain goats and aurochs, fermented yak milk that burned sweetly down throats, fresh glacier water. Giant women danced around massive bonfires, bodies moving with power and grace, tits bouncing hypnotically, asses flexing as they leaped.
Stories were shared—Valkara legends of ancient Breeders who fathered giants that held up the sky.
That night, Ethan blessed the tribe—starting with Vaeloria herself in the chief's dwelling. She pinned him playfully, pussy sinking down his cock with a wet grip that made him groan. Her enormous tits smothered his face as she rode, milk leaking as he sucked. "Strong seed," she rumbled, cumming hard around him.
Vaeloria joined—mother and daughter tag-teaming, pussies alternating on his cock, tits pressing from both sides as milk flowed and orgasms shook the stone walls.
The tribe lined up—giant pussies gripping like vices, tits smothering in ecstasy, cum filling wombs that would birth the tallest, strongest Amazons yet.
Sixty new pregnancies sparked in the peaks.
One thousand overall.
The Valkara renewed.
Vaeloria home.
Ethan's family complete.
And the rivals—gone forever.
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