Sunrise bled rose-gold across the sky when the royal carriage finally rolled away from Thornvale. Mara stood at the gate, red hair loose, naked except for the glowing swell of her belly.
Asha and Kira clung to her sides, eyes wet, hands resting protectively over their own golden curves. Behind them the entire village lined the dirt path: women waving tearfully, men on their knees in silent thanks. Alex leaned out the open window, robes flapping in the cool morning wind.
"I'll be back," he called, voice carrying over the crowd. "Every single one of you gets seconds before those babies drop. Count on it."
A roar went up that rattled the pines. Mara lifted one hand in farewell, milk still glistening on her heavy breasts from the night before. The carriage lurched forward, wheels crunching on gravel, and Thornvale slowly disappeared behind them.
Inside, Lilia broke the wax seal on a fresh royal scroll. Her golden eyes scanned the lines quickly, then widened. "New orders from Queen Isabella," she said, passing the parchment to Alex.
"We ride east, past the old border stones, to a place called New Haven. No magic has ever worked there. The people are… descendants of your world, pulled here a thousand years ago and left behind. The queen wants you to show them what real strength looks like."
Alicia, curled against Alex's side, grinned wickedly. "Sounds like Earth with extra desperation. I like it already."
Three days of quiet roads later, the carriage crested the final hill. Alex's breath caught in his throat.
Below them lay a perfect slice of modern suburbia: two-story houses with neat lawns, asphalt streets, electric streetlamps, cars parked in driveways. Women walked the sidewalks in skin-tight yoga pants that hugged every curve, crop tops, tank tops, denim shorts riding high.
Men wore jeans, hoodies, baseball caps, just like the guys Alex used to see at the gym back home. No glowing runes, no floating lights, no magic at all. Only the same starved look in every woman's eyes that he now knew too well.
The mayor, Harlan, waited at the town line in khakis and a polo shirt, his wife Vanessa in white leggings and a thin tank, his daughter Brooke in black yoga pants and a tiny sports bra. No crowd. No phones. Just three nervous people and a quiet, aching hope.
They were given the mayor's own house: air-conditioned, soft carpet, king-size bed with crisp white sheets. Curtains drawn tight, lamps turned low. Lilia, Nyx, and Serena settled in the living room with tea, leaving the master bedroom to Alex, Alicia, and the mayor's family.
Harlan sat in the corner armchair, hands clenched, eyes on the floor. Vanessa stood beside the bed, biting her lip. Brooke trembled at the foot of the mattress, ponytail swinging, nipples already stiff against her sports bra.
Alicia took charge without asking. She let her robe fall, glowing pregnant belly proud in the lamplight. "Only one of you gets bred tonight," she said softly, eyes locked on Brooke. "Your daughter. Slow and proper. The rest of us just watch and help."
Brooke's breath hitched. Alex stepped forward and cupped her face gently. He kissed her slow, tasting mint gum and nerves, while Alicia moved behind her and unhooked the sports bra. Perfect, perky tits spilled free.
They undressed her together: sports bra tossed aside, yoga pants peeled down like a second skin, no panties underneath. Brooke stood naked and trembling, shaved smooth, thighs already shining with need.
Alex guided her to the center of the bed and laid her down like something precious. He started at her throat, open-mouthed kisses trailing down between her breasts, tongue circling each nipple until she whimpered.
Alicia lay beside them, stroking Brooke's hair, whispering, "Just breathe, sweetheart. He's going to ruin you in the best way."
He spent long, lazy minutes between her legs: slow flat licks, teasing circles around her clit, two fingers curling inside until her hips rolled helplessly. Brooke's first orgasm hit soft and sudden; she bit the pillow to muffle the cry.
Only then did Alex move up her body. He rubbed his cock along her soaked slit, coating himself, letting her feel how hard she'd made him. "Look at me," he murmured. Brooke's green eyes locked on his as he pushed in, one thick inch at a time, letting her feel every bit of stretch.
She gasped, back arching, hands clutching his shoulders. He stayed buried deep and still for a long minute, letting her adjust, letting her feel full for the first time in her life.
Then he started to move: long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out, sliding back in until his hips met hers with a soft slap. Alicia kissed Brooke's neck, pinched her nipples, whispered how beautiful she looked taking real cock.
After an eternity of slow missionary he rolled them over. Brooke straddled him, hands braced on his chest, ponytail swinging as she rocked experimentally. Alicia guided her hips, showing her the perfect angle until Brooke was grinding in slow, filthy circles, moaning brokenly.
When her thighs started shaking, Alex flipped her again: this time onto her side, one leg lifted high over his shoulder. He fucked her deep from the side, free hand rubbing her clit in lazy circles, drawing out every tremor.
Vanessa watched from the edge of the bed, fingers between her own legs, tears in her eyes. Harlan never moved from the chair.
Only when Brooke was a sobbing, begging mess did Alicia lean in and whisper, "Time for the part I've been waiting for."
She slicked two fingers in Brooke's dripping pussy, then gently circled the girl's tight ass. Brooke whimpered but pushed back. Alex pulled out slow, strings of juice connecting them, and pressed the head of his cock against that virgin ring.
He took her ass inch by inch, eyes locked on hers the whole time, letting her set the pace with tiny rolls of her hips. When he finally bottomed out, Brooke let out a broken cry that was pure relief.
He fucked her ass slow and steady, one hand rubbing her clit, Alicia kissing her tears away, Vanessa holding her hand. Brooke came again, harder than before, whole body shaking, ass clenching around him like a fist.
Alex followed moments later, pushing deep and flooding her with thick, endless pulses. Brooke's belly flared soft gold under the lamplight, the first glow New Haven had ever seen.
He stayed inside her a long time, kissing her forehead, letting her catch her breath. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked slow from both holes onto the pristine sheets.
Brooke curled against his chest, trembling, whispering thank you over and over. Alicia kissed her temple, then Alex's mouth, tasting the girl on his tongue.
Outside, the quiet suburb slept, unaware that everything had just changed.
Inside, one modern girl finally knew what it felt like to be truly, completely claimed.