The throne room doors were shut again. The echo faded. Only seven people remained inside the vast golden hall: Alex, the three original MILFs, Queen Isabella, and Princess Alicia. King Reginald had been quietly escorted out by the guards; nobody even looked at him anymore.
Alex lay on the mountain of silk cushions, chest rising and falling hard. His cock still stood straight up, angry red and shining with five different women's juices, but for the first time since he arrived in this world, nobody was touching it. The sudden quiet felt almost louder than all the moaning.
Queen Isabella sat cross-legged beside him, naked except for her crooked crown. Thick cum still leaked from her swollen pussy in slow pulses. She rested one hand on her glowing belly and stared at Alex with soft, serious eyes.
Princess Alicia curled against his other side, shy again now that the heat had died down. She kept one small hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, still whispering, "It really happened… I'm really full…"
Lilia, Nyx, and Serena sat in a loose half-circle, legs open without shame, bellies glowing gold and purple. They looked proud, protective, and a little worried.
Alex finally found his voice. It came out rough. "So… nobody is going to jump me right now?" He gave a tired half-laugh and wrapped his own hand around his aching cock, just holding it, not stroking. "Because I'm not gonna lie, part of me needs five minutes where my brain works."
The queen actually smiled, real and gentle, not horny. "Five minutes. Five hours. Five days. Whatever you need, Alex. We dragged you here. The least we can do is let you breathe."
Alicia lifted her head. "Are you… angry with us?"
He looked down at her pretty, worried face and felt something twist in his chest. "No. Freaked out? Yeah. Confused? Definitely. But angry? No." He brushed a strand of golden hair from her cheek. "I just went from gooning alone in my room to knocking up a queen and a princess before breakfast. My brain is playing catch-up."
Lilia crawled closer and rested her chin on his knee, careful not to crowd him. "Ask us anything. We owe you the whole truth."
Alex took a slow breath. His cock twitched in his own fist, but he ignored it for once. "Okay. First question. This curse. How bad is it really? Like… numbers."
Queen Isabella's face went serious again. She waved a hand and a faint illusion appeared in the air, an old painting of a black-winged woman laughing while men all over the kingdom clutched themselves in agony.
"Twenty-two years ago," she said quietly, "the Lust Demon Lilith punished us for refusing her worship. One night, every male over fifteen woke up completely impotent. Not morning wood. Not wet dreams. Nothing. Ever. The last child born the natural way in this entire kingdom is Alicia. That was twenty years ago."
Alicia's voice was tiny. "I grew up listening to mothers crying behind closed doors. Fathers killing themselves because they couldn't give their wives babies. I was supposed to stay pure for a marriage alliance that would never produce an heir. You changed that in ten minutes."
Alex swallowed hard. "And the demon… she's still out there?"
Nyx nodded, red eyes dark. "Sealed, not dead. Every time you cum inside one of us, the seal cracks a little more. Every baby you plant is a nail in her coffin. That's why your skill says 'Infinite Stamina', because if you ever went soft for good, the curse would win again."
Serena added softly, "Normal men brought here before you lasted hours, maybe a day. Then their hearts gave out. You're the first one still hard after five women."
Alex looked down at his own hand still wrapped around his cock. It felt hot, almost burning. "So I'm… what, a living weapon now?"
Queen Isabella reached over and covered his hand with hers, not sexual, just warm. "You're the only rain in a twenty-two-year drought. That makes you the most important man on the continent."
He laughed, short and shaky. "Important. Right. I was a loser jerking off to MILF porn twelve hours ago."
Lilia smiled and kissed his knee. "And now you are the father of the next generation. Funny how the gods work."
Alex was quiet for a long minute. Everyone waited.
He finally spoke again, voice steadier. "I'm not saying no. I'm not walking away. But I need it not to be a factory line. I don't want to just… pump and dump fifty women a day until I hate myself. Can we do it slower? Let me actually look them in the eyes? Talk a little? Make it mean something?"
Alicia's eyes went wide and watery. "You… you would do that? For strangers?"
He shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I mean… yeah? They waited twenty years. Least I can do is not treat them like a number."
Queen Isabella actually leaned over and kissed his forehead, motherly and grateful. "Then that is how we will do it. No more rushing. We will bring them in a few at a time. You set the pace. You choose when, how, and who. This is your body and your choice."
Nyx grinned, filthy and proud. "And between rounds we will spoil you absolutely rotten. Baths. Food. Massages. Sleep. Whatever you want."
Serena added, "And when you need release without pressure, we are always here. No audience. No rush."
Alex let out a long breath and felt some of the weight lift. His cock was still rock hard, but for the first time it didn't feel like the only thing about him that mattered.
He looked around at the five glowing bellies and managed a real smile. "Okay. Deal. But first I need three things."
Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Name them."
"Food. Real food. I'm starving. A bath that isn't just cum and sweat. And…" he glanced down at his aching dick, "someone gentle to take the edge off while we wait for the first group. Not a performance. Just… slow and nice."
Lilia's golden eyes softened. She crawled up and straddled his lap carefully, not taking him inside yet, just resting her warm pussy along his shaft and hugging him close. "I volunteer. Slow and nice. Like lovers, not animals."
Alicia hesitated, then scooted closer too, pressing her young body against his side. "Can I… stay and watch? I want to learn how to make you feel good when it's not crazy."
Queen Isabella stood, cum still running down her thighs, and clapped once. "Servants! Bring breakfast for the Royal Breeder. Prepare the private royal bath. And tell the noble wives the new rule: they will wait their turn with patience and gratitude, because our hero has a heart as big as his cock."
She looked back down at Alex, eyes shining.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For being more than just a stud."
Alex closed his eyes and let Lilia rock against him gentle and slow, no rush, no audience except the women who already carried his children.
For the first time since he arrived, he felt like a person again, not just a dick on legs.
And that feeling was worth more than a thousand screaming orgasms.