Every silver chain and necklace in the room showed thick cracks that glowed and pulsed against skin. The anti-magic was no longer hidden.

Twenty women stood in a wide circle around the dais. Their husbands knelt or stood right behind them. Every husband’s cock stayed locked in its metal cage, the tip already wet and dripping down his thigh.

Aiden stepped to the edge of the dais. He had no shirt on. His trousers hung open. His cock stood thick and hard. The silver fractures ran up his chest and along his jaw, bright as fresh welds.

"Tonight is the Fourth Claiming," he said. His voice cut straight through the room. "The light has grown too loud. I will quiet it with my cock. Isolde will pick the order and the positions. Every woman gets claimed right here where everyone can see.

Your husbands will hold you open, watch every inch, and thank me when I finish inside you."

He looked at Isolde. "Choose."

Isolde kept her voice level. "Elara first. From behind, facing her husband. Then Cat and Lulu together. I go last."

Aiden gave a slow smile. "Good girl."

Two men brought Elara forward. She stepped onto the dais and bent over the edge. Her ass pointed straight back. Lord Voss knelt three feet in front of her face. His eyes stayed locked on hers. His caged cock leaked onto the stone.

Aiden moved behind her. He gripped her hips with both hands, lined up, and drove in with one hard push. Elara’s mouth opened wide. She let out a sharp cry. Her eyes never left her husband’s face.

Aiden started fucking her right away. Long, heavy strokes that made her whole body rock forward. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. The sound echoed off the walls.

"Describe it," Aiden ordered. He kept the pace steady and deep. "Tell your husband exactly how my cock feels right now."

Elara’s voice shook with each slam. "He’s thicker than you. So much thicker. He’s stretching me wide open. Every thrust hits the back of my cunt. I’m dripping down my legs. He’s ruining me for you."

Lord Voss watched without blinking. His locked cock twitched hard.

Aiden reached around her hip and rubbed her clit in fast, rough circles. Elara’s legs started to shake. Her walls clamped down. She came with a loud moan, squirting hard around his cock. Clear fluid ran down her thighs and pooled on the dais.

Aiden didn’t slow down. He buried himself to the root and held there while his cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot straight into her. It filled her fast and leaked out around his shaft, dripping in heavy drops.

He pulled out slowly. Cum ran down Elara’s legs in a steady stream. Lord Voss stared at the mess.

"Say it," Aiden told him.

Lord Voss’s voice cracked. "Thank you for breeding my wife, my lord."

Aiden nodded once. Elara was helped off the dais on shaky legs. Two servants wiped the stone clean in under ten seconds. The circle stayed silent except for a few low breaths.

Next, Aiden pointed at Cat and Lulu. "Both of you. Up here."

Mother and daughter stepped onto the dais together. Aiden lay back in the center, cock pointing straight up. He grabbed Cat by the waist and pulled her over him in reverse cowgirl.

She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Her back faced him. Her eyes looked straight out at the watching circle.

Lulu moved forward and straddled his face. She lowered her dripping cunt onto his mouth.

Aiden thrust up into Cat immediately. Hard upward strokes that lifted her ass off his hips every time. At the same time his tongue pushed deep into Lulu, licking and sucking without pause.

"Watch your mother take a real man’s cock," he growled into Lulu’s folds. His words came out muffled but clear enough. "This is the stronger seed your bloodline needs."

Cat bounced on him, hands braced on his thighs. "He’s so deep. Filling every inch. My cunt belongs to him now."

Lulu ground down harder on his face. Her thighs shook. She came first, flooding his mouth with a sharp cry. Her hands gripped his hair.

Aiden kept thrusting into Cat. She lasted another ten strokes before her walls spasmed around him. She came with a long moan, head thrown back.

Without missing a beat Aiden lifted Cat off his cock and switched them. Lulu took the cock. Cat took his face. He drove up into the daughter while his tongue worked the mother again. The wet sounds of thrusting and licking filled the hall.

Lulu rode him faster. "Fuck me harder. Fill me like you filled my mother."

Cat ground against his tongue, already close again. "He’s better than any of you. Watch him breed her."

Aiden’s hips snapped up. He switched them one more time, then back again, using both women until both were gasping and dripping. Finally he gripped Lulu’s hips and slammed up into her one last time. His cock throbbed hard as he pumped her full. Cum overflowed and ran down his shaft onto his balls.

He pushed both women off gently. They knelt on either side of him, cunts red and leaking, chests heaving. Servants wiped the dais again.

Aiden stood. His cock still glistened with their combined juices. The fractures on his chest glowed brighter.

"Isolde," he said.

She walked to the center without being pulled. Aiden laid her down on her back and folded her legs up. He pushed her knees to her shoulders, spreading her cunt wide open. The whole circle could see everything.

He lined up and drove in with one savage thrust. All of him disappeared inside her. Isolde’s back arched off the stone. A broken sound tore out of her throat.

Aiden fucked her without holding back. His hips slammed down again and again. Each stroke hit the deepest spot inside her. The sound of skin on skin was loud and steady.

Isolde’s moans grew louder. They turned into short, sharp cries. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Nails dug in.

The fractures across the entire hall flared at once. Silver light exploded outward. The cracks raced up Aiden’s torso, covered his chest completely, and shot toward his face. For the first time his rhythm broke. His hips stuttered mid-thrust.

A raw groan ripped out of him. His cock swelled even thicker inside her. The anti-magic hit him hard.

Isolde felt it. Her walls clamped down like a fist. She came with a scream, body shaking under him. Her cunt squeezed and milked him in strong pulses.

Aiden roared her name. "Isolde!" He slammed in to the hilt and stayed there. His cock jerked violently as he unloaded. Thick, heavy spurts flooded her womb.

Cum forced its way out around his shaft in wet gushes with every throb. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, short and brutal, pushing more of it deeper.

He stayed buried to the balls, breathing hard. Cum still leaked out around him. The fractures on his chest and jaw burned white-hot. Sweat ran down his neck.

He looked out at the circle of watching faces. His voice came out hoarse but steady.

"Tomorrow is The Breaking. Every woman will be claimed again and again until these fractures either submit... or they break me."

No one spoke. The only sounds were the low crackle of the braziers and the wet drip of cum hitting the dais.

Aiden pulled out of Isolde slowly. A thick stream followed him. He stood up, cock still half-hard and shining. He looked at each husband in turn.

"You will all hold your wives exactly as I tell you. You will watch. You will thank me after every load. This ends when the light is gone or when I am."

He wiped his cock on Isolde’s thigh, then tucked himself back into his trousers. The fractures on his body still pulsed, but they looked thinner now, like they had been pushed back a fraction.

The circle broke apart. Servants moved in quickly to clean the dais and help the women stand. Husbands followed their wives without a word, eyes down, cages still dripping.

Isolde stayed on her back for another moment, legs spread, chest rising and falling. Cum pooled beneath her. She stared up at the ceiling and said nothing.

Aiden stepped off the dais. He rolled his shoulders once, feeling the pull of the fractures across his skin. They hurt less than yesterday. That was something.

He looked back at the empty stone. "Tomorrow," he repeated under his breath. Then he walked out of the hall.

The braziers burned lower. The black petals floated in their bowls. The silver cracks on every chain continued to glow, weaker now but still there.

In the corridor outside, the first husband finally spoke. His voice was quiet. "She took all of it."

His wife didn’t answer. She just walked a little faster, thighs slick, eyes straight ahead.

Aiden had already turned the corner. The Fourth Claiming was finished. The Breaking waited.

The hall emptied in under two minutes. Only the red light and the smell of sex remained.