The golden dunes of Nubia faded behind them as Ethan and Liraya spurred their mounts northward, the wind carrying the scent of salt and impending rain. Their journey back from the pyramid city had been swift but heavy with the weight of victory and warning. The succubi attack on the village had been thwarted, the demons defeated with Ethan's purifying cum facials restoring the corrupted women to their true forms. Queen Isolde and her sisters had been grateful—nights of passionate orgy in the royal chambers leaving them all quickening with his seed once more. Liraya rode beside him, her crimson robes billowing, a satisfied glow on her face from the breedings, but her eyes sharp with concern.
"The succubi grow bolder," she said, voice cutting through the wind. "Nyxara's influence spreads like fire on dry grass. We must warn the others."
Ethan nodded, his body still buzzing from the intense nights. "Eldoria first. Then we rally the alliances. The daughter of darkness won't take this realm without a fight."
They rode hard for three days, crossing plains and fording rivers, arriving at Eldoria's gates as twilight painted the sky in hues of purple and gold. The guards cheered their return—women with spears raised, some with bellies rounding from past encounters. The city seemed peaceful, banners fluttering, but Ethan sensed an undercurrent of tension.
Vaeloria and Valyndra awaited them in the palace courtyard. Vaeloria, fierce and dark-skinned, rushed forward, pulling Ethan from his horse into a crushing embrace. "You're back. We heard of the village—succubi defeated. My Breeder triumphs again."
Valyndra towered beside her, golden hair cascading, her elven belly prominently rounded with Ethan's child. She bent to kiss him deeply, long tongue tracing his lips. "The winds whispered of your victories. Come—rest, celebrate. We've missed you."
Liraya hugged them both, the four forming a tight circle. "The shadows stir. But first... us."
They retreated to the private chamber—vast bed piled with furs, candles flickering, incense heavy with musk. Clothes fell away in a frenzy: Vaeloria's obsidian armor clattering to the floor, Liraya's crimson robes pooling like blood, Valyndra's leaf-mail whispering as it slid off her long body.
Vaeloria pushed Ethan onto the bed first, straddling his face with her smooth pussy. "I've ached for this... lick me deep, Breeder. Make your warrior cum."
He tongued her eagerly, lapping through her folds, sucking her clit hard. "Taste so good... cum on my mouth... flood me."
She ground down, strong thighs clamping his head. "Deeper... tongue-fuck me... yes, like that... cumming hard!"
Her release coated his chin, body shuddering.
Liraya mounted his cock, sinking down reverse, her fiery bush grinding his pelvis. "Fuck me while you eat her... fill my pussy with that restored seed."
He thrust up, hands gripping her ass. "So tight... ride me harder... make yourself cum on my dick."
Valyndra knelt beside, long fingers rubbing Liraya's clit. "Cum together... let me feel your pleasure."
Liraya bounced, breasts jiggling. "Deeper... pound my cunt... oh gods—cumming!"
She clenched, squirting on his shaft—he erupted inside her, seed flooding her womb.
Vaeloria switched, riding him missionary. "Breed me now... fill your warrior's pussy."
He slammed deep. "Take it all... cum for me... squeeze my cock."
She came roaring—body seizing, pussy milking him to release.
Valyndra claimed him last—lowering her elven pussy onto his cock, long legs folding gracefully. "Fuck me slow... make me release... breed this giant womb."
He thrust up steadily, hands on her rounded belly. "Cum on me... let me feel your elven heat."
She rocked, moaning resonantly. "Deeper... fill me... cumming—yes!"
He flooded her depths.
The orgy continued—positions shifting: Vaeloria eating Liraya while Ethan fucked her from behind; Valyndra lifting Liraya onto his face while Vaeloria rode his cock; all four tangled, mouths on pussies, fingers in asses, cums echoing through the night.
Just as they collapsed in a sweaty heap, a knock shattered the afterglow. Mira burst in, face pale. "Forgive the intrusion... but word from the scouts. The elf village—the kingdom of Aeloria—has fallen to Nyxara."
Valyndra sat up, golden face draining of color. "Fallen? My mother... my sisters..."
Mira nodded gravely. "Transformed. The succubi overwhelmed them. Nyxara uses it as her base now."
Valyndra's eyes filled with tears, her towering body shaking. "No... my family... all succubi now? Twisted by that demon child?"
Vaeloria held her, strong arms around the giantess. "We'll get them back. Your seed cures them, Ethan. We'll purify them."
Liraya's flames flickered angrily. "The succubi must pay. Lilitha's curse lives on in Nyxara."
Ethan pulled Valyndra close, kissing her tears. "We'll save them. I promise."
The mood sobered, but shortly after, more women from the castle rushed in—guards and maids, faces flushed with fear.
"Succubi army approaching! They're coming right to us—thousands strong, wings blotting the sky!"
Alarms blared across Eldoria. The party rushed to the walls, the city mobilizing—warriors to battlements, mages channeling wards.
Nyxara hovered above, crimson army arrayed—succubi with futa cocks throbbing, tails lashing. "Breeder! Your time ends!"