Dawn came slow over the mountain range.

The kind of dawn that arrives apologetically — pale gold seeping between peaks, the forest below still dark and breathing, the pond catching the first light in silver fragments that scattered and settled and scattered again.

The hut did not notice the dawn.

The hut was occupied.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Wet. Heavy. Rhythmic. The sound of a man who had been awake since before the light and had no intention of stopping because of something as irrelevant as sunrise.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"N-NO MORE~!! MASTER~!! PLEASE~!! AAANGHH~!!"

PAH! PAH!

"OUR BODIES~!! WE’RE DYING~!! HIIEEK~!! AAAHH~!!"

All three of them were stacked.

Not deliberately arranged — they’d simply ended up this way during the night’s rotation of positions, bodies too exhausted to separate, limbs too tangled to sort — Rihana at the bottom, her thick body the warm, wide base, her heavy breasts flattened sideways against the mat, her pussy upward-facing and spread. Gwen above her, slim hips fitting into the groove of the larger woman’s thighs, her own pussy aligned. Lira on top, face-down, her legs on either side of the stack, her entrance the highest and most accessible.

Three pussies. One above the other. All of them open.

All of them leaking.

Viktor knelt behind the stack.

His cock moved between them — not choosing, not stopping — pulling from Lira’s entrance and sliding down to Gwen’s in one long, smooth, devastating stroke, then down further to Rihana’s, the shaft carrying the combined slick of all three women from hole to hole in a lubrication cycle that had been running for the better part of an hour.

His tail occupied the remaining holes simultaneously.

Both the women not currently receiving his cock had the tail — vibrating, ridged, relentless — filling them instead, ensuring the gap was always filled, that the entire stack was always occupied.

PAH! PAH!

"OUNGHH~!! S-SWITCH AGAIN~!! AAANGHH~!!" — Gwen, feeling him leave.

"HIIEEK~!! N-NOT AGAIN~!! MASTERRR~!!" — Lira, feeling him arrive.

"AHN~— AHN~— AAAHH~—" — Rihana, receiving the tail instead, her Siren voice doing that thing where even the broken sounds carried harmonic weight.

The floor beneath them.

It had been dry wood when they’d arrived. It was not dry wood now. The combined output of three women — twelve-plus hours of orgasm and squirting and his seed overflowing from pussies too full to contain it — had soaked through the mat, through the floorboards, into the soil below the hut. The ground around the base of the table was dark and wet, prints of knees and palms pressed into the softened earth, a map of every position they’d cycled through since midnight.

Three pussies, stacked and open, dripping onto each other’s thighs, the overflow running down the side of the stack in slow rivers and joining the pool below.

Their legs were spread as far as they could go.

Their eyes were rolling with the specific, exhausted, involuntary blankness of bodies that had been driven past capacity and were running on whatever the purple air had replaced their reserves with.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!! T-TOO MUCH~!! PLEASE~!! STOP~!!"

PAH! PAH!

"WE BEGGED~!! MASTER~!! BODIES BREAKING~!! AAAHH~!!"

Viktor groped.

Both hands, roaming the stack — the specific topography of three women layered together offering a surface he moved across without hesitation, from Lira’s shoulders down to Gwen’s ribs to Rihana’s wide hips, kneading and gripping and pulling with the unhurried thoroughness of a man who considers everything in reach his property and is doing inventory.

His mouth found Gwen’s nipple from the side.

Sucked.

The milk came immediately — her body having been producing it continuously for hours, the reserve full, the pressure immediate — flooding his mouth in a warm, sweet rush that he swallowed without removing his cock from Lira above.

Gwen made a sound that was entirely involuntary and entirely revealing.

"Hn~— aahhh~— not my— AAANGHH~!!"

He moved his mouth to Lira’s breast without removing it from Gwen’s.

Double suction. One nipple in his fingers, one between his lips — both women producing simultaneously, the milk mixing on his tongue with the taste of everything else this night had produced.

The system’s wife property: milk transfer feeding directly back into his stamina, each swallow a restoration, the loop complete and permanent and obscene.

He was stronger now than when the night started.

They were considerably less so.

[System Notification]

Wife Bond Property: Milk Transfer — Active

Stamina restoration: 100% efficiency

Host energy: FULL

Subjects: Critical fatigue — approaching limit

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

PAH! PAH!

"MASTERRR~!! WE’RE~!! DYING~!! PLEASE~!!"

PAAAH!

"AAAAHHHH~!!!"

He drove his cock into Gwen.

Held it there.

Pulled back. Found Lira. Three pumps. Hard.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"HIIEEK~!! AAANGHH~!!"

Pulled back. Found Rihana. Two pumps. Deep.

PAH! PAH!

"AHN~!! AAAHH~!!"

Back to Gwen. All the way in. Ground forward.

The stack shook. All three bodies vibrating from the single thrust transmitted through them.

He came in sequence.

Not separately. Not one at a time.

He pulled from Rihana — drove directly into Gwen — pumped twice — the first ropes flooding her womb as he pulled back mid-climax and found Lira — three more pulses — her womb receiving the continuation of the same load — then pulled back one final time and drove into Rihana at the base — the last ropes emptying into her already-full, already-overflowing pussy with the force of a man who had saved the depth for last.

Three wombs. One climax. All filled in under thirty seconds.

[System Notification]

Gestation Period Initiated

Subject: Gwen — Elf Lineage

Conception: CONFIRMED

Gestation: 3 months — Elf hybrid

Subject: Lira — Bandit Bloodline

Conception: CONFIRMED

Gestation: 3 months — Enhanced human

Subject: Rihana — Siren-Cow Hybrid

Conception: CONFIRMED (Second seed layer)

Gestation: 3 months — Rare hybrid

All three wives: Impregnated

Viktor — Advanced Breeding Incubus: Breeding cycle complete

The stack went limp.

One by one, from the top down — Lira first, her arms sliding off Gwen’s back and falling to the mat, her whole body going boneless with the specific, absolute surrender of someone whose reserves have run to zero and below. Then Gwen, her slim frame sagging sideways, held up only by Rihana’s body beneath her. Then Rihana, the last and largest, her thick body settling fully to the floor with a long, soft exhale that carried everything.

Three women.

Spread. Leaking. Seed running from all three pussies simultaneously in slow, thick, faintly glowing rivers that joined on the mat below and soaked into the dark soil.

Milk still dripping from six nipples.

Eyes closed or nearly closed.

Breath shallow.

Viktor looked at them.

He pushed Gwen and Lira aside — gently, with the practical care of a man making space, their unconscious bodies rolling to either side of the mat without resistance — and positioned himself at Rihana’s head.

She was the one closest to the edge of consciousness rather than fully past it.

Her eyes were at half-mast. Her thick body rose and fell with each labored breath. Her breasts lay on either side of her chest — wide, full, still warm, the nipples beaded with the last of the milk that her body hadn’t stopped producing even through the complete destruction of everything else.

He gripped her breasts with both hands.

Pressed them together.

The cleavage deepened — that thick, soft, warm channel forming between them — and he placed his cock between them.

The cockhead pressed forward.

Found her mouth.

"Umnh~"