The palace halls of Eldoria were quiet in the weeks following the Abyss Dominion's curse. Ethan moved through them like a man carrying an invisible weight—still strong, still desired, but hollowed by the knowledge that his seed could no longer quicken life. Women still came to him for pleasure, and he gave freely, but the absence of that final act of creation gnawed at the edges of every encounter. His companions—Vaeloria, Liraya, Valyndra—held him closer than ever, their love fierce and unwavering, yet even they felt the shadow of uncertainty over the realm's future.
One twilight, when the city was settling into its evening hush, the sky above the palace tore open in a gentle shimmer—not the jagged violence of Darius's rift, but a soft cascade of silver light. Three women descended on wings of pure wind: sky elves from Valaria, tall and luminous, their golden hair flowing like liquid sunlight, bodies clad in gossamer robes that clung to their curves. Their leader, Aeloria, bore eyes the color of storm clouds and a voice like distant thunder wrapped in silk.
They knelt before Ethan in the grand hall.
"We are the Sky Wardens," Aeloria said. "Ancient takes have spoken of this moment. 'If the Bearer of Seed produces the daughter of darkness, light will be needed to purify.' The succubus queen's final act has taken your essence, but it has also awakened the prophecy. The daughter of darkness stirs within her womb—your last child, born of curse, destined to threaten all we have built."
Ethan's stomach turned cold. "Then we stop her."
Aeloria shook her head. "That battle comes later. First, you must reclaim what was stolen. The curse can be broken, but only through selfless service. You must make one thousand women cum—purely for their pleasure, not your own. Only then will your ability to release and breed be restored."
She extended her hand. In her palm rested a clear orb the size of an apple, flawless and empty.
"This orb will fill with light for every woman you satisfy. When it glows with one thousand stars, your power returns. The sky elves have come to begin the count."
Without another word, Aeloria and her two companions shed their gossamer robes, revealing bodies of breathtaking beauty: high, firm breasts, narrow waists flaring to wide hips, smooth pussies already glistening with anticipation.
Ethan looked at his companions. Vaeloria nodded once, fierce and proud. Liraya's eyes burned with approval. Valyndra's long fingers brushed his shoulder.
"Begin," Valyndra said softly.
He stepped forward.
Aeloria lay back on the silk-draped dais, legs parting wide. "Taste us first… give without taking."
Ethan knelt between her thighs, hands gentle on her hips. He kissed the inside of her legs, moving upward until his mouth found her smooth, wet folds. His tongue traced slow circles around her clit, then dipped lower, lapping at her entrance.
Aeloria sighed, long fingers threading through his hair. "Yes… deeper… lick me like you worship the sky."
He obeyed, tongue plunging inside, swirling, then flattening to stroke her clit in firm, steady licks. She arched, thighs trembling.
"More… suck my clit… please…"
He closed his lips around the swollen pearl, sucking gently, then harder, tongue flicking rapidly.
Her voice rose. "There… right there… I'm going to cum… don't stop…"
She shattered—body bowing, pussy pulsing against his tongue, nectar coating his chin. The orb in her companion's hand flared with the first tiny star.
The second sky elf took her place, straddling his face reverse. "Grind on me… make me drench you."
Ethan pulled her down, tongue diving through smooth lips, sucking and licking while his hands kneaded her ass. She rocked her hips, moaning.
"Fuck yes… tongue-fuck my cunt… deeper… make me explode…"
He curled his tongue inside, thumb circling her clit. She came with a cry, juices flooding his mouth. Another star ignited.
The third lay on her back, legs over his shoulders. "Eat me until I scream."
He devoured her—long licks from ass to clit, tongue plunging deep, lips sucking, fingers sliding inside to curl against her front wall.
"Gods… finger me… lick me… I'm cumming… yes—yes—yes!"
She squirted, soaking his chest. The orb glowed with three stars.
The sky elves rose, bowing. "The first three are counted. We return to the heights. Call when the orb is full."
They ascended in silver light, leaving Ethan kneeling, face slick, cock aching but untouched.
He turned to his companions.
Vaeloria lay back first, legs spread, smooth pussy glistening. "Come to me… make me cum for you."
He crawled between her thighs, tongue tracing her folds, sucking her clit hard. "You taste like home," he murmured.
She gripped his hair. "Deeper… tongue-fuck me… make me soak your face."
He plunged inside, fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles. She bucked, thighs clamping his head.
"Cumming… fuck… cumming so hard!"
Her release coated his tongue. The orb—now resting on a nearby pedestal—gained a fourth star.
Liraya straddled his face next, fiery bush grinding. "Eat my pussy… suck my clit… make me burn."
He devoured her—tongue flicking her swollen pearl, fingers sliding inside, curling.
"Harder… finger-fuck me… yes… I'm gonna squirt all over you…"
She exploded, flames sparking harmlessly, juices flooding his mouth. Fifth star.
Valyndra lowered herself carefully—her height making it a careful descent. She sat on his face gently, long legs framing him.
"Taste me… lick my elven cunt… make me release."
He lapped at her smooth folds, tongue delving deep, hands kneading her ass. She rocked slowly, moaning.
"Deeper… suck my clit… gods, yes… I'm close…"
She came with a resonant cry, nectar pouring over his lips. Sixth star.
Word spread like wildfire. Messengers rode to every allied village, kingdom, and hidden enclave: "The Breeder calls for a Festival of Pleasure. Come. Be satisfied. Help restore his gift."
By the next dawn, women arrived in droves—streets lined with thousands, nude or near-nude, bodies painted, breasts heaving, pussies glistening with anticipation. Some had fucked him before; many had waited their entire lives.
The festival began at sunrise and lasted the entire weekend.
Ethan was set in the central pavilion—an open-air dais surrounded by silk curtains, bed piled high with furs, musicians playing slow, throbbing rhythms.
Women queued in lines—hundreds at a time—each waiting her turn.
He pleasured them tirelessly: tongue, fingers, cock.
A nudist woman straddled his face. "Eat my hairy pussy… lick through my bush… make me cum on your tongue."
He did—tongue parting thick curls, sucking her clit, fingers plunging deep. She came shaking. "Yes… flooding you… gods!"
Star seven.
A goblin thief rode him reverse. "Fuck this tight cunt… pound me… make me squirt."
He thrust up relentlessly. "Grip me… milk my cock… cum for me."
She shattered—small body convulsing. Eighth star.
An elven beauty bent over the edge, tall legs spread. "Take my ass… stretch me… make me scream."
He slid in slow, then hard. "So tight… push back… cum on my dick."
She did—ass clenching, cry echoing. Ninth star.
Merfolk in shallow pools rode him underwater—scaled pussies gripping. "Deeper… fill me… make me squirt into the tide."
Tribeswomen with large breasts smothered him—hairy pussies grinding his face. "Lick my bush… tongue my clit… suck it hard."
Warriors from every land—muscular, scarred—took him missionary, legs wrapped tight. "Fuck me like you mean it… make me cum again and again."
He gave everything—tongue aching, fingers cramping, cock throbbing endlessly—but no release came. Each woman came—screaming, squirting, shuddering—yet Ethan remained locked, hard, unsatisfied.
The orb filled slowly—each star a beacon of hope.
By Sunday night, exhausted, sweat-soaked, surrounded by sated women, the count reached two hundred and forty-four.
The orb glowed with two hundred and forty-four stars—still far from one thousand.
Women who had not conceived before wept quietly. "He can't finish… no child from him…"
Others comforted. "He gives everything. We'll reach the number."
Ethan lay back, companions curling around him.
Vaeloria kissed his brow. "We continue. For them. For us."
Liraya's fingers traced the orb. "Two hundred and forty-four. We'll get there."
Valyndra's long arms enfolded them all. "The light will return."
The realm watched—hope fragile, determination iron.
The quest for one thousand had begun.
Ethan has currently made Two hundred and forty four women cum so far. 687 women still pregnant in the second cycle.