The dawn sky over Eldoria cracked like thunder as Nyxara's succubi army descended—thousands strong, wings blotting the sun, crimson bodies gleaming in the light. They came from the east like a storm of lust and malice, tails lashing, futa cocks throbbing on some, eyes glowing with demonic hunger. Horns curled from foreheads, breasts heaving with each flap, pussies dripping anticipation. Below, the city's defenses bristled: thousands of women from every allied land—Eldorian warriors with spears and shields, merfolk channeling river floods, elves on battlements with enchanted bows, goblins in shadows with poisoned daggers, nudists with tribal clubs, cat women with claws extended, giants hurling boulders. All nude or near-nude in the heat of battle, bodies oiled for mobility, breasts bouncing with movement, pussies exposed in defiance.
Ethan stood on the central wall, flanked by his companions: Vaeloria with her obsidian spear raised, Liraya's hands ablaze with fire, Valyndra summoning winds that whipped her golden hair. The realm's fate hung on this day—Nyxara had stayed behind in the fallen elf village, directing from afar, but her horde was relentless.
"Defend your homes! Your sisters! Your future!" Ethan shouted, voice amplified by Valyndra's magic. "We fight for Elysara!"
The succubi dove—claws raking battlements, psychic waves slamming minds. One wave hit a line of nudist defenders, forcing hands to pussies. "Touch yourselves... cum and join us..."
But the women resisted—training from the Isle kicking in—shaking off the illusion, spears thrusting upward. "We are free!"
The battle exploded.
Succubi landed in the streets, ravishing any they could grab—ripping armor away, kissing like animals, tongues invading mouths. "Mmm... taste this mortal sweetness... kiss back or suffer."
Others licked pussies wildly—tongues delving deep, sucking clits. "Lick this cunt... make you wet... force your submission."
Futa succubi thrust into captured women. "So you like dick, do you? Take this ridged cock... cum on it like a slave."
But the defenders fought back—Vaeloria leaping from the wall, spear impaling a succubus mid-ravish. "Twist no more!"
Liraya unleashed firestorms—bolts scorching wings, demons screaming as tails burned. "Burn in your own lust!"
Valyndra's winds hurled succubi into walls, lightning chaining groups together. "The sky claims you!"
Ethan moved like a storm—dagger slashing, throat fucking defeated demons. "Choke on this... take my cum!"
He came on their faces—ropes purifying, turning them back to normal women who gasped free, grabbing weapons to join the fight.
The day stretched into bloody chaos. Thousands clashed in the streets—succubi converting some with forced orgasms, but defenders purifying others with Ethan's seed. A group of cat women tackled a futa succubus, holding her down while Ethan throat fucked her. "Suck it... choke... cum on your face!"
She transformed back—purring in relief.
Nudists with their thick bushes charged naked, clubs smashing horns. "For our sisters! Cum won't break us!"
Merfolk flooded alleys, drowning succubi in waves while elves shot enchanted arrows that exploded on impact.
As night fell, the battle raged on—torches lit, moons casting eerie glows. Succubi used darkness—shadow tendrils tripping defenders, psychic waves stronger in the dark.
Ethan's party led a counter-charge into the main square, where hundreds clashed. He throat fucked ten in a row—cumming on faces, purifying clusters. "Take my load... return to light!"
Vaeloria speared through three, Liraya burned twenty, Valyndra's lightning chained fifty.
By dawn, the invaders broke—thousands defeated or purified, the succubi horde shattered. Even natural succubi, caught in the fray, took Ethan's facials—transforming into beautiful, curvy women with glowing skin, pussies wet and ready for breeding. "Free... and fertile again," one moaned, touching her belly.
The city cheered—women embracing, clothes torn exposing asses, tits, wet pussies. Celebration began immediately—kisses turning to licks, fingers delving deep, the square becoming an impromptu orgy of relief.
But the war wasn't over. Ethan gathered his party. "Nyxara waits in the elf village. We end this."
With two hundred and fifty elite women—purified and fierce—they journeyed east.
Meanwhile, Nyxara continued her conquest—taking villages slowly, army growing. In one hamlet, succubi ravished: clothes ripped, kisses forced, pussies licked, futa cocks thrusting. "Cum and join... become darkness."
Women transformed—joining the horde.
Nyxara's forces swelled—ready for the final stand.
Pregnancies confirmed this cycle: 0
Total pregnancies since Ethan's second cycle Nubia: 709