The Fuck Festival had transformed Eldoria into a living heartbeat of desire, and by the third morning the city pulsed with a deeper, slower rhythm. The streets were slick with spilled oil and cum from the previous days, the air thick with the lingering scent of arousal, jasmine, and warm bodies. Torches still burned low in their sconces, lanterns floated lazily overhead like fireflies drunk on lust, and the music had shifted—drums now deep and deliberate, like the slow thud of a cock sliding in and out, flutes rising in long, trembling notes that mimicked a woman on the edge of orgasm, strings drawn out in sustained moans.
Ethan woke in the central pavilion to sunlight filtering through silk curtains, his body heavy with pleasant exhaustion. Cum had dried in faint patterns across his chest and thighs, his cock resting thick and half-hard against his leg. Vaeloria lay sprawled across him, obsidian skin warm, one powerful thigh draped over his hips, violet eyes already open and watching him with quiet hunger. Liraya curled against his side, crimson hair tangled, full breasts pressed to his ribs, a soft snore escaping her lips. Valyndra sat nearby, golden and towering, winds idly swirling around her rounded belly as she braided fresh flowers into her hair. Lilitha knelt at the edge of the furs, olive curves glowing, slowly licking traces of yesterday's cum from her fingers with a small, contented smile. Mira stood guard at the entrance, dark skin gleaming, spear in hand but eyes soft as she watched him wake. Solara and Thalira lounged on cushions—Solara's massive breasts rising with each breath, thick hairy pussy still swollen from the night; Thalira's tail lazily coiling, scales shimmering, smooth pussy parted slightly in sleep.
Ethan stretched, feeling every eye turn to him.
"Day three," he said, voice rough and warm. "Endurance."
Vaeloria's lips curved, hand sliding down to stroke his cock slowly. "They've been preparing since midnight. Positions held, bodies teased, cunts dripping but not allowed to cum. The last one standing gets you—all of you—for as long as she can take."
Liraya stirred, stretching so her breasts lifted, nipples hardening. "I set the crystals last night. They vibrate inside, on clits, against asses—slow build, no release until they break or win."
Valyndra's winds brushed across his skin like a thousand teasing tongues. "I raised the endurance platforms into the air. They'll hold poses weightless—legs spread, hands bound behind, nothing to brace against but their own will. When they win, I'll lower them straight onto your cock."
Lilitha leaned forward, tongue darting out to lick a drop of dried cum from his thigh. "I'll judge the breaks. One twitch too many, one moan too loud—they're out. The one who endures… she breeds with you in the center, while the rest watch and touch themselves."
Mira stepped closer, spear resting against her shoulder, violet eyes gleaming. "I'll keep order. No one interrupts the final breeding."
Solara smiled lazily, thick bush shifting as she parted her thighs. "And when she's done, we all join. No one leaves unsatisfied."
Thalira's tail uncoiled, sliding up Ethan's leg to brush his balls. "I'll sing for them. A melody to test their control. The one who holds through my song… she deserves every drop."
Ethan stood, cock swinging heavily, already thickening at the thought. "Then let's make them wait no longer."
The Carnival of Endurance filled the central arena—a circle of floating platforms raised by Valyndra's winds, each one wide enough for a single woman, cushioned with soft furs but edged with low silk barriers so the crowd below could see everything. Crystal dildos and clit stimulators—enchanted by Liraya—glowed faintly inside each competitor, vibrating in slow, relentless pulses. The music slowed further—drums a deep heartbeat, flutes long and trembling, strings drawn out in sustained notes that made pussies clench involuntarily.
Hundreds of women had entered—nude, oiled, bodies painted with endurance runes that glowed softly on bellies, thighs, and breasts. They took their places on the platforms—legs spread wide, hands bound behind backs with silk cords, backs arched, breasts thrust forward, pussies exposed and already dripping. The crowd filled the stands and ground—thousands naked, fingers lazily circling clits, pussies grinding against thighs, breasts heaving with every slow drumbeat.
Ethan took his throne on the highest platform, cock hard and glistening with oil, his seven companions arrayed around him like a crown of living desire.
Lilitha stood at the edge, voice carrying over the music. "Begin."
The crystals activated—low, steady vibrations humming inside pussies, against clits, teasing assholes. Women gasped, hips twitching, breasts quivering, but they held—backs straight, eyes locked on Ethan, determined not to break.
Thalira began to sing—a slow, haunting melody that rose and fell like waves, each note designed to push them closer to the edge. The vibrations synced with her voice—slow pulses when she held a low note, sharp flutters when she climbed high.
A cat woman on the first platform moaned softly—tail lashing, smooth pussy visibly clenching around the crystal. Her small breasts heaved, nipples hard as diamonds. She fought—hips rocking slightly—but held.
A nudist matriarch—massive breasts swaying, thick bush dripping—gritted her teeth, hairy pussy pulsing visibly. "Not yet… not yet…"
An elf archer—silver hair braided, smooth pussy glistening—arched her back further, trying to escape the vibration, but it only pressed the crystal deeper. She whimpered—high and melodic—but did not cum.
Minutes stretched into an hour. Sweat beaded on skin, dripped from nipples, ran down thighs. Pussies swelled, clits throbbed, assholes clenched around teasing crystals. Moans filled the air—some soft, some desperate—but none surrendered.
The goblin thief—wiry green body trembling—finally broke first. Her tight pussy spasmed, squirting around the crystal, body convulsing as orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, hips bucking, cum dripping down the platform.
"Out," Lilitha called.
The goblin collapsed, panting, fingers still circling her clit in aftershocks. The crowd cheered.
More followed—slowly, painfully. A merfolk woman's tail thrashed, scales flashing as she came—pussy pulsing, song turning to a broken cry. A giantess roared—massive body shaking the platform, cum flooding in thick streams. An elf broke with a high, trembling moan—silver hair whipping as orgasm claimed her.
The field narrowed.
By late afternoon only three remained: the cat woman, tail lashing but body rigid; the nudist matriarch, massive breasts heaving, thick bush soaked; and a tall elf archer, silver hair plastered to her sweat-slick skin, smooth pussy visibly throbbing.
Thalira's song climbed higher—notes sharp and relentless. The vibrations intensified—crystals pulsing faster, teasing deeper.
The cat woman broke first—yowling, body convulsing, pussy squirting in arcs, tail thrashing as orgasm tore through her.
The nudist matriarch held longer—hips twitching, massive breasts bouncing—but finally shuddered, thick bush dripping as she came with a low, guttural moan.
The elf archer remained—back arched impossibly, smooth pussy clenching around the crystal, silver hair whipping, violet eyes locked on Ethan.
She endured.
Lilitha's voice rang out. "Winner!"
The crowd erupted.
Valyndra lowered the platform slowly—winds gentle, the elf floating down until she knelt before Ethan, legs spread, pussy dripping, crystal still humming inside her.
Ethan pulled the crystal free—her pussy clenching at the loss, juices dripping down her thighs. He lifted her effortlessly, positioning her over his cock.
"You endured," he murmured. "Now take everything."
She sank down—smooth pussy engulfing him inch by inch, tight walls fluttering. "Breed me… fill my elven womb… make me yours."
He thrust up—slow at first, then harder—hands gripping her hips, thumbs spreading her ass so the crowd could see his cock disappear inside her. She moaned—high and melodic—hips rocking in time with his thrusts.
"Harder… deeper… make me cum on your cock!"
He pounded—hips slapping against her ass, cock hitting deep. "Cum for me… squeeze me… let me breed you."
She came—body trembling, pussy pulsing around him, juices squirting down his shaft. He followed—erupting deep inside her, seed flooding her womb, overflowing, dripping down her thighs.
The crowd cheered as she collapsed forward, panting, cum leaking from her swollen pussy.
The Carnival of Endurance ended with a final orgy—losers and spectators piling onto the platforms, bodies tangled, Ethan moving through them like a storm of light.
Vaeloria rode him in the center—pussy clenching. "Fuck me… breed your warrior… make me cum under the stars."
He thrust up. "Cum for me… take my seed… let me fill you."
She came roaring—pussy pulsing, milking him dry.
The festival continued—eight more days of pleasure ahead.