The grand pavilion of Aeloria had become more than a bedchamber—it was now a war room of life and legacy.
Ethan sat on the raised throne of living wood, restored and virile after the Lake of Fertility. Around him, his core harem gathered: Rowan, Elara, Liora, Sylva (their daughters already toddling about with unnatural strength), Thora and Brynja with their newborn Amazon babies cradled in powerful arms, and dozens more whose bellies swelled at various stages.
At his right stood Vaeloria, silver hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her seven-foot goddess form a pillar of devotion. Her massive tits rose and fell gently with each breath, a constant reminder of her redemption and submission.
She unrolled a vast enchanted map across the floor—a living parchment that shimmered with light, showing every realm of Elysara in glowing detail. Mountains, forests, oceans, floating islands—all marked with symbols: green for visited and blessed, red for untouched.
"Three hundred and twelve pregnancies confirmed," Vaeloria announced, her deep voice carrying quiet pride. "But the prophecy demands one thousand to secure the world forever. And there are realms yet to receive your gift."
She pointed to the map with a long finger, tracing paths.
"To the west lie the Ember Plains—volcanic lands of fire priestesses, women with skin like molten bronze and bodies forged in heat. Their passion burns fierce; they will welcome you with rituals of flame and desire."
Her finger moved north. "Beyond the tundra, the Crystal Spires—ice realms where women are pale and ethereal, their pussies cool as glaciers yet melting under your touch. They guard ancient frost magic that will strengthen our daughters against void cold."
Southward. "The Sunken Groves—an underwater empire of nymphs and mer-women, bodies sleek and scaled in places, pussies that grip like tidal currents. They have waited longest, their numbers dwindling without true breeding."
Eastward. "The Whispering Jungle—home to feral tribes, women with dark skin and wild hair, bodies strong and untamed. They live close to the void rifts; your Amazon daughters will be needed there most."
Finally, the center—unmarked islands floating in the sky-sea above the clouds. "And the Forbidden Aeries—eagle-clans who soar on real wings, bodies lean and powerful, tits firm from flight. They have isolated themselves for centuries, believing no Breeder worthy. We must prove them wrong."
Ethan studied the map, the weight of purpose settling deeper. "How many women in these realms?"
Vaeloria's sapphire eyes met his. "Thousands. Enough to reach a thousand pregnancies—and beyond. But we must move carefully. Void breaches grow bolder. The daughters already born train daily, but we need more warriors."
Rowan, cradling her own strong toddler, nodded. "The first Amazons grow fast—already the size of ten-year-olds in strength. But the realms you haven't touched suffer most from attacks."
Thora hefted her greatsword. "We'll guard you through every journey."
Brynja grinned. "And enjoy the nights along the way."
The decision was made: a grand circuit, starting with the Ember Plains.
That night, as preparations began, Vaeloria pulled Ethan aside in the moonlit garden.
"I once sought to hoard your power for darkness," she whispered, pressing her enormous tits against him. "Now I give everything to spread your light."
She sank to her knees, taking his cock deep into her mouth—worshipping slowly, reverently—before guiding him inside her. They fucked under the stars, her pussy clenching with desperate love as he filled her again, sealing their bond.
The map was set.
The next realms awaited.
And with every new pregnancy, Elysara grew stronger—ready for whatever darkness still lingered beyond the veils.