That night, campfires burned bright with celebration. Merchants shared ale, retelling Ethan's feats with growing exaggeration. Harlan raised a toast to "the blade that dances," and the guards clapped Ethan on the back until his shoulders ached.
But Ethan slipped away early, retreating to the largest covered wagon with Mira and Elara. The adrenaline of battle still coursed through his veins — hot, primal, demanding release.
The wagon's interior was dimly lit by a single lantern swinging from the ceiling. Blankets and furs had been spread into a thick bed. Mira and Elara waited for him, already naked, bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the day's heat.
Mira knelt on all fours, ass presented high, auburn hair spilling over one shoulder as she looked back at him with hungry eyes. Elara sat beside her, legs spread, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit, silver-blonde hair loose and wild.
"Master," Mira purred, voice thick with need. "We've been wet all day watching you fight. Take us. Use us. Breed us like the sluts we are."
Ethan stripped slowly, letting them drink in the sight of his battle-hardened body — muscles pumped, minor scratches already healed. His cock stood rock-hard, thick and veiny, precum beading at the tip.
He stepped forward, gripping Mira's hips roughly. "You first. You've been teasing me with that ass all day."
Without warning, he slammed into her from behind — one brutal thrust burying himself balls-deep in her dripping pussy. Mira screamed into the furs, back arching as her walls clenched around him.
"Fuck… yes! So deep… ruin me, Master!"
Ethan set a punishing pace — hips slapping loud against her plump ass, each thrust forcing obscene wet squelches from her soaked cunt. Her massive breasts swung wildly beneath her, nipples scraping the blankets.
Elara crawled closer, kissing Mira deeply to muffle her cries, then moved under her — licking and sucking Mira's swinging tits while fingering herself furiously.
Ethan reached down, grabbing Elara's hair and pulling her up. "Don't just watch. Sit on her face."
Elara obeyed eagerly, straddling Mira's face reverse-cowgirl style. Mira's tongue plunged into Elara's dripping folds immediately, lapping hungrily as Ethan continued pounding her.
The wagon filled with filthy sounds: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of wood. Elara ground down on Mira's mouth, breasts bouncing as she pinched her own nipples.
"Look at you two," Ethan growled, spanking Mira's ass hard enough to leave red handprints. "My devoted sluts… eating each other while I breed this married pussy."
Mira came first — pussy spasming violently, squirting around his cock in hot gushes that soaked his balls and the furs beneath. Her muffled screams vibrated against Elara's clit, pushing the healer over the edge. Elara's body shook, juices flooding Mira's mouth as she cried out Ethan's name.
Ethan didn't stop. He pulled out of Mira suddenly, cock glistening with her cream, and flipped Elara onto her back beside her. Spreading her thick thighs wide, he drove into her in one smooth thrust.
Elara's eyes rolled back. "Gods… so thick… stretching me…!"
He fucked her hard and deep, hips pistoning as her heavy breasts jiggled hypnotically. Mira, still trembling from her orgasm, crawled over and straddled Elara's face now — grinding her cum-filled pussy down for cleanup.
"Lick Master's seed out of me," Mira commanded breathlessly. "Taste how he owns us both."
Elara obeyed, tongue delving deep into Mira's overflowing hole, swallowing the mixed juices greedily. The sight drove Ethan wild — he pounded Elara harder, thumb circling her clit until she came again, walls milking him desperately.
"Switch," he ordered.
The women moved fluidly — Mira mounting Elara's face while Elara bent over beside her, ass up. Ethan alternated now: ten brutal thrusts into Mira, then ten into Elara, over and over. Their pussies made different sounds — Mira's tighter and wetter, Elara's softer and deeper — both clenching greedily around him.
They came repeatedly — squirting, shaking, begging in broken whispers.
"Breed me again, Master!"
"Fill my womb… make me carry your child!"
"Use us… we're your holes… your slaves…"
Ethan's control snapped.
He pulled Mira down onto her back, legs over his shoulders in a deep mating press, and hammered into her with everything he had. Elara knelt beside them, kissing him fiercely, then sucking his balls as he thrust.
With a primal roar, Ethan erupted — thick, endless ropes of cum blasting deep into Mira's womb. She screamed through another orgasm, nails raking his back, pussy milking every drop.
He barely softened before pulling out and flipping to Elara — same position, same savage breeding. Another massive load flooded her, overflowing as she convulsed beneath him.
Finally spent, he collapsed between them. The women curled against him immediately — Mira licking cum from Elara's thighs, Elara doing the same to Mira, both eventually cleaning his cock with slow, worshipful tongues until he was hard again.
They rode him together then — one on his cock, one on his face — switching until the lantern burned low and all three were exhausted, bodies sticky with sweat and seed.
As they drifted off, Mira whispered against his chest, "We'd kill for you, Master. Die for you. Live only for this."
Elara kissed his neck. "Forever yours."
Ethan held them close, battle high finally sated.
But his mind was already on Eldoria — the guild, the baroness, the elven envoy. The system updated quietly.
[Combat Victory: Goblin Ambush Repelled]
[+200 Power | +60 Strength | Skill Evolved: Battle Instinct → Combat Flow (Passive – Predictive movement in battle)]
[Caravan Reputation: Heroic | New Quest: Register at Eldoria Adventurer's Guild]
The road continued. Greater challenges — and greater milfs — awaited.
To be continued…