The carriage left New Haven at dawn, Brooke's glowing belly pressed to the window as she waved goodbye with tears in her eyes.
Vanessa stood beside her daughter, hand resting on the new curve, already whispering about the line of women forming at their door before breakfast. Mayor Harlan simply bowed, deeper than any noble ever had.
Three days of quiet roads brought them back into the heart of true fantasy lands: rolling green hills, floating merchant skyships, roadside shrines that actually answered prayers.
Lilia suggested they stop at the great traveling market of Vael's Crossing, the biggest bazaar in the kingdom, held only once every season. Queen Isabella's latest scroll had been simple: "Buy whatever catches your eye. The treasury is yours. Just keep coming home full."
The market sprawled across an entire valley like a living rainbow. Tents of crimson silk, stalls of polished dragonbone, floating lanterns that sang when you walked past. Smells of cinnamon, spell-smoke, and roasting meat fought for attention. Merchants shouted in a dozen languages, hawking potions that promised bigger breasts, swords that drank blood, rings that made you invisible, perfumes distilled from succubus tears.
Alex walked the lanes in simple black-and-gold robes, Alicia on his arm like a spoiled princess, Lilia, Nyx, and Serena trailing behind carrying empty bags that would soon be very full.
They passed stalls of glowing weapons, shelves of bottled starlight, cages full of tiny moaning pleasure-slimes. Every female merchant, every customer, every passing adventurer stared at Alex with the same look: pure, desperate hunger. Word traveled faster than horses in this world.
At the very center of the market stood the most luxurious pavilion: deep purple silk walls embroidered with silver thread, guarded by two silent golems made of living gold. A carved sign read: "House of Velvet Desires – Rare Potions, Enchanted Jewelry, and Custom Wishes. Owner: Madam Elira."
Inside, the air was thick with jasmine and something darker. Shelves glittered with bottles shaped like naked women, necklaces that pulsed with heartbeat rhythms, tiny cages holding captured moans. Behind a counter of black marble stood Madam Elira herself.
Forty-two, elven blood somewhere in the family tree, long silver-white hair braided with tiny diamonds, skin like fresh cream. Her gown was midnight blue velvet cut so low her massive breasts threatened to spill with every breath, nipples barely hidden behind strategic embroidery. Wide hips, thick thighs, the kind of body that made men forget their own names.
Elira's violet eyes locked on Alex the second he stepped inside. She dismissed her two pretty assistants with a flick of jewel-covered fingers.
"Hero," she purred, voice like smoke and honey. "I've been expecting you."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Have you now?"
Elira leaned forward, breasts pressing against the counter. "My best potions require ingredients only you can provide. One hour of your… personal attention… and everything in this tent is yours. No limits. Take whatever you want."
Alicia's hand tightened on his arm, already excited. Lilia just smiled and started browsing shelves like she was in a candy store.
Elira led them behind a heavy curtain into her private quarters: a round bed draped in black silk, mirrors on every wall, soft lanterns that changed color with every moan. She locked the door with a click that echoed like a promise.
She undressed slowly, letting the velvet gown pool at her feet. Her body was a masterpiece: heavy milky breasts with pale pink nipples already leaking tiny pearls, waist nipped in by an old-fashioned corset scar from some long-ago adventure, wide hips and an ass that jiggled when she walked. A thin silver chain hung low on her hips, disappearing between her thighs.
Elira dropped to her knees in front of Alex without being asked. She looked up through thick lashes.
"I've waited twenty years to taste a real man," she whispered. "Let me earn my payment."
She took him slow, lips stretching around his head, tongue swirling, silver hair falling like a curtain. No rush. Worship. She spent twenty minutes just licking, sucking, humming until his thighs shook.
Then she stood, turned, and bent over the bed, spreading herself wide. The silver chain was connected to a jeweled plug nestled deep in her ass. She looked back over her shoulder.
"Start wherever you want, hero. I belong to you for the next hour."
Alex started with her pussy: slow, deep strokes, letting her feel every inch while she moaned into the silk. He pulled the plug free with a wet pop and replaced it with his cock, taking her ass in one smooth glide that made her scream into a pillow. He switched back and forth, slow and filthy, making her count every stroke out loud.
Alicia couldn't stay out. She crawled onto the bed and lay beneath Elira, licking where Alex disappeared into her, then sucking the elf's clit until she sobbed. Lilia and Nyx watched from velvet chairs, fingers busy under their own robes, occasionally leaning over to kiss each other.
Serena just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking like she was taking mental notes.
Alex edged Elira for nearly the full hour: slow missionary with her legs over his shoulders, prone-bone while she clawed the sheets, standing with her pressed against a mirror so she could watch herself get ruined. Only when her voice was hoarse from begging did he finally let go.
He pulled out and painted thick ropes across her back, her ass, her hair, marking every inch of that perfect elven skin. Elira collapsed forward, trembling, pussy and ass gaping and dripping.
She turned over, chest heaving, and smiled through the mess. "Take anything. Take everything. Just come back when you want more."
Alex left the tent an hour later with bags that shouldn't have fit through the door:
And a dozen other toys and potions that made even Nyx blush.
Elira stood at the entrance in a fresh robe, hair still sticky, and bowed low. "My shop is yours forever, hero. And so am I."
Alicia kissed her cheek on the way out. "We'll be back. He likes elves."
The market watched them leave with open mouths. Word had already spread: the hero had just claimed the most expensive woman in Vael's Crossing… and paid with nothing but his cock.
The carriage rolled on toward the capital, bags clinking with forbidden treasures. Alex leaned back against the cushions, finally satisfied for five whole minutes.
Alicia curled against his side and traced lazy circles on his chest. "Next stop, the palace?" she asked, voice sweet.
He smirked. "Eventually."
Because the road was long, the kingdom was big, and there were still thousands of empty wombs waiting.