One Man to Breed Them All
The descent from the Apex Peaks took five days, the path winding down through mist-shrouded pines and rocky passes into warmer valleys. The air grew thicker, richer with the scent of earth and blooming flowers as altitude dropped. Vaeloria walked at Ethan's side, her seven-foot strides matching the massive steed's pace, enormous bare tits swaying gently with each step, a quiet symbol of her giant heritage now fully embraced. The small procession—Thora and Brynja scouting ahead with greatswords ready, Rowan and a handful of core harem members in light wagons, twenty young Amazon daughters marching as vigilant guard—moved with renewed purpose.
Messengers on sky-birds had flown ahead the moment the veil's light faded, spreading word of the reset. Villages along the way sent riders to join, women curious or loyal swelling the group until it became a triumphant march home.
But the reset was not what anyone expected.
When the silver-crimson wave washed over the world, pregnancies did not vanish. Bellies remained rounded—Vaeloria's own still swollen with their daughter, the Valkara giants' curves untouched, harem members' glows intact. The essences were preserved, strengthened for the new cycle. The count alone reset to zero—the veil's way of demanding more without taking what was already given.
Vaeloria placed a hand on her belly as they camped one night. "Our child is safe," she said, relief in her voice. "All of them are. The veil took only the number—not the lives."
Ethan kissed her. "A gift. We build to two thousand without loss."
Aeloria's gates opened to thunderous cheers that shook the ground. The city had evolved in their absence: crystal spires reached higher into the sky, streets widened for the growing population, markets bursting with goods from blessed realms. Crowds lined the paths—flowers raining down in colorful storms, young Amazons (now teenage warriors) waving spears in salute, mothers with rounded bellies pressing forward for a touch or blessing from their Breeder.
The grand pavilion was packed to overflowing: representatives from every realm—flame-haired Ember priestesses, pearl-skinned Sunken nymphs, tawny Felara cat women with tails swishing excitedly, floating sky dancers, and a delegation of Valkara giants who had followed down the mountain. The core harem stood proud at the front, bellies still glowing.
Ethan and Vaeloria took the dais together, her towering form radiant beside him, hand resting protectively on her pregnant belly.
"The rivals are gone—returned to their worlds by the veil," Ethan announced, voice carrying with magic. "The prophecy is fulfilled—and renewed. I chose to stay forever. The veil has reset the count to zero. Two thousand pregnancies now required—for Elysara's eternal strength and balance."
Gasps rippled through the pavilion, then understanding—and explosive joy. Women cheered wildly: more time with their Breeder, a longer golden age of growth and pleasure. No children lost—only the number refreshed, a divine promise of abundance.
Vaeloria raised her voice, sapphire eyes shining. "Our children remain safe within us. The veil took only the tally—not the lives. We begin the new count tonight. Celebrate the gift!"
The plaza erupted into the greatest orgy Aeloria had ever seen.
Silk cushions were spread across every surface, bonfires roared in massive rings, tables groaned under mountains of food and wine—roasted beasts, fresh fruits bursting with juice, fermented nectar that burned sweetly down throats. Music thundered from huge drums, bone flutes, and stringed instruments, the rhythm pulsing like a heartbeat through the crowd.
Women stripped instantly, bodies pressing together in heated waves of celebration.
Women-on-women passion dominated the opening hours: Valkara giants pairing with Ember priestesses, enormous tits smashing together as pussies ground wetly, milk already leaking from excited nipples in anticipation of the new cycle; nymphs with cat women, tails wrapping thighs as tongues delved deep into hairy or smooth cunts, squirting in synchronized waves that soaked cushions; sky dancers floating above groups, fingers plunging into multiple pussies while kissing passionately, bodies writhing in mid-air ecstasy; black-skinned beauties from Nubian lands grinding with pale ice-maidens, dark and light skin contrasting as clits rubbed to explosion.
Moans rose like a tidal wave—clits rubbed to shattering orgasms, nipples sucked until milk sprayed in arcs, asses fingered deep as women came in chains, bodies shaking and squirting across the plaza.
Ethan was carried to the center bed on shoulders of young Amazons, laid on a throne of furs and petals as the crowd chanted his name.
The first three women he had ever encountered claimed him immediately—Elara, Liora, Sylva—reaffirming the beginning in this new era.
Elara's golden hair flowed like sunlight as she mounted his face, trimmed pussy grinding down with familiar, loving need. He licked deep, tongue circling her clit slowly, building her pleasure as she moaned, medium tits bouncing gently, hands in his hair.
Liora's auburn locks brushed his thighs as she rode his cock reverse cowgirl, walls clenching tight around his shaft in rhythmic waves, ass flexing with each powerful slam downward, her moans deep and passionate.
Sylva's silver mane mixed in seamlessly, kneeling beside to suck his balls while the others rode, tongue swirling wetly over sensitive skin, fingers teasing his base.
They came together in perfect harmony—Elara squirting on his face in a warm gush, Liora clenching hard as he filled her womb with the first new seed of the cycle, Sylva shuddering from his fingers buried in her pussy.
Rowan joined next—her freckled body playful and eager, riding face-to-face with green eyes locked on his, whispering "Welcome home" as she bounced, pussy gripping lovingly.
Thora and Brynja followed in tandem—warrior strength slamming down in turns, pussies alternating on his cock, their pregnant bellies (still rounded, children safe) pressing against him as they roared orgasms that shook the bed.
Nymphs rippled their unique walls around him in a group, bodies undulating like water; cat women yowled with tails pulled high, claws lightly raking his chest in pleasure-pain.
Vaeloria waited until the peak—her giantess pussy gripping like a heated vice as she mounted last, enormous tits smothering his upper body in soft, heavy warmth, milk flowing freely when he sucked her thick nipples. She rode slow and deep, eyes locked on his, whispering love as the crowd cheered.
The orgy raged for hours—women rotating in endless waves, pussies and mouths worshipping the only Breeder, cum filling selected wombs carefully to begin the new count strongly.
Twenty pregnancies sparked that night—deliberate, powerful quickenings to launch the second cycle.
The reset celebrated in boundless ecstasy.
Ethan's eternal choice sealed in joy.
Twenty pregnancies.
The second era began with hope and fire.