NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 26: The Week of the Fields

A week had passed since Alex and Lilia first set out from the palace, their carriage rolling through the countryside like a storm of desire. The queen had sent them on this "tour" of the rural provinces with a wink and a whisper, knowing full well what would happen.

The curse had left the farmlands barren in more ways than one—empty fields, empty wombs, husbands who could only watch as their wives withered from twenty years of unfulfilled need. Isabella’s decree had been clear: breed them all. Make the land fertile again. And Alex, with Lilia as his silver-haired temptress and guide, had taken to the task like a man possessed.

The second village was small, a cluster of thatched roofs and rice paddies shimmering under the midday sun. They arrived unannounced, but word spread like wildfire the moment the royal carriage stopped.

Farmers dropped their tools, wives peeked from doorways, eyes wide and hungry. Alex stepped out first, robe loose, his presence alone enough to make the air thicken with anticipation. Lilia followed, her white dress clinging to every curve, silver hair catching the light like a halo of sin.

The first wife was a plump beauty named Suki, married to a quiet rice farmer named Taro. She was in her mid-thirties, body softened by years of hard work but still ripe—heavy tits straining her simple kimono, hips wide, ass thick and inviting.

Taro had led them inside their humble home, bowing low, his voice trembling as he offered his wife like a sacrifice to the gods. "Please, my lord," he begged, "she’s waited so long."

Alex had taken her right there in the main room, with Taro watching from the corner, eyes downcast but unable to look away. Lilia sat on a low stool, legs crossed, watching with that wicked smile, her own fingers occasionally slipping under her dress as the scene unfolded.

He started slow, always slow with the first ones. Pulled Suki’s kimono open, letting it fall to expose her milky skin, tits hanging heavy, nipples already hard and leaking tiny drops from the sheer excitement.

She whimpered as he cupped them, thumbing the peaks until milk beaded and ran down her belly. "Ahhh... my lord... it’s been so long..." she breathed, arching into his touch.

He pushed her back onto the tatami mat, spread her thick thighs wide, and knelt between them. Her pussy was already dripping, pink and swollen, juices running down to her ass.

He rubbed the fat head of his cock against her slit, teasing, circling her clit until she bucked and begged. "Please... put it in... I need it..."

"Not yet," he growled, leaning down to suck one leaking nipple into his mouth, milk sweet on his tongue. She cried out, hands fisting in his hair.

Taro shifted in the corner, his own pants un-tented and useless, a reminder of the curse’s cruelty.

Alex pushed in then—slow, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around him, impossibly tight after twenty years. Suki’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream that turned into a broken moan. "Ahhhh... so big... it’s splitting me... Taro never... oh gods..."

He fucked her deep and steady, every thrust making her tits bounce, milk spraying in thin arcs. Lilia watched, her dress hiked up, fingers circling her own clit as she whispered encouragements. "That’s it, Alex... fill her like her husband never could..."

Suki came hard around him, pussy clenching like a vice, squirting onto his stomach. "I’m cumming... I’m cumming on a real cock... Taro, watch me..."

Alex didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, ass up high and jiggling, and took her from behind while Taro’s eyes burned into them. "Tell him," Alex commanded, slapping her ass red.

"It’s yours!" Suki sobbed, pushing back. "My pussy belongs to the royal breeder! Taro’s wife is full of a real man’s cock!"

Taro groaned, hand slipping into his pants, but it was useless—the curse had left him soft forever.

Alex came with a roar, burying deep and pumping thick ropes into her womb. Suki’s belly flared bright gold instantly, the glow illuminating the room like a lantern. She collapsed forward, ass still up, cum leaking from her ruined hole, whispering thanks through tears.

That was just the first.

The week became a blur of fields, villages, and desperate wives. Lilia was insatiable, fucking Alex every chance she got—in the carriage between stops, pressed against barn walls while farmers worked nearby, even under the stars in open meadows.

She’d drop to her knees at random, pull his cock free, and swallow him whole, moaning around him like she was the one being bred. "You get so hard after ruining another wife," she’d whisper, stroking him slow. "I can taste them on you... and it makes me wetter than ever."

Alex loved it. The filth of it all. Breeding one woman after another, sometimes in isolation, dragging them into dark barns or quiet rice huts for private destruction. Other times in front of their husbands, making the men hold their wives’ legs open while he slid in, slow and teasing, watching the shame and relief mix on their faces.

In the third village, there was Yumi—a slim, elegant wife with long black hair and a body like polished porcelain. Her husband, Kenji, was a proud fisherman who insisted on watching from the start.

Alex took her on their low table, spreading her like a feast, eating her pussy until she squirted into his mouth, then fucking her slow while Kenji knelt beside them, holding her hand. "Feel how deep I go," Alex growled to Kenji. "Feel how she clenches for a real cock." Kenji’s fingers trembled on his wife’s clit as Alex pounded, Yumi screaming, "Deeper... ruin me for him... make me glow!"

By the third day, the villages knew they were coming. Wives lined the roads, kimonos half-open, tits heaving, begging to be chosen. Alex took three in one afternoon: a busty redhead named Miko in a hayloft, her ass rippling with every thrust while her husband stacked bales below; a curvy brunette named Rina in the village square, fucked doggy-style on a picnic mat while the whole hamlet watched and touched themselves; and a petite beauty named Aiko in her own bed, husband tied to a chair, forced to listen to her beg for more.

Lilia joined in often, licking the wives clean after Alex filled them, whispering, "Taste the man who owns you now," while the husbands watched in silent agony. She’d ride Alex in the carriage afterward, her pussy soaked from the sights, moaning, "You love stealing them, don’t you? Making good wives into desperate sluts..."

And Alex did. The power of it—the way the wives broke under him, the way the husbands thanked him through gritted teeth, the golden glow that spread like fire through the fields. It made him harder each time, his cock throbbing at the thought of Jiro or Taro or Kenji coming home to find their homes reeking of sex, their wives glowing with another man’s child.

By the end of the week, they had bred over fifty wives. The carriage was heavy with gifts—rice, silk, gold—all offered in thanks. Lilia fucked Alex one last time on the road back, bent over the bench, ass high, moaning, "You’ve made the fields fertile again... now fill me one more time..."

They returned to the palace at dusk, the carriage stopping in the grand courtyard with a soft creak.

Alicia was there first, rushing forward in a flurry of green silk, throwing herself into Alex’s arms before he could even step down. Serena and Nyx stood behind her, arms crossed, smiles wicked.